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carrd. (under construction). silco from arcane ask & roleplay blog. written by noah, she/her 30+ nd.

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY ! letâs take this as a reminder that no matter what you identify as, no matter if youâre out of the closet or not, no matter if youâre still questioning, all of you are incredibly loved and i am so damn proud of you.
GET TO KNOW ME! * nickname(s): noah. * zodiac: virgo. * last movie i saw: mary & the witch's flower. * last thing i googled: raven courting behavior (don't judge i'm writing a fic lol). * favourite musician: currently hozier. * song stuck in my head: too sweet â hozier. * other blogs: none. * do i get asks: yes! but send me moar! <3 * amount of sleep: 7-9 hours like a responsible adult (snrrk). * lucky number: 42. * what iâm wearing: office clothes. * dream trip: new zealand or canada. * favourite food: i am a simple soul that can't go past boiled crab dipped in vinegar * play any instruments: i learned the recorder when i was little? * languages: english and a few japanese phrases. * favourite songs: currently resin â dustin tebbutt. * random fact: i'm the 3 a's â aro, ace, autistic \ o /. i can also do the clover-tongue thing. * describe yourself as aesthetic things: foggy autumn mornings, freshly-baked bread, a steaming cup of tea. tagged: @zaunitespride tagging: @noescapingthepast, @councillorsalo, @abysmal-viktor, @jinx-alter
Series of wips of young Silco being pretty, and more coming... Uncencored on my blueskyđŚ
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đťđŻđŹ đŹđľđśđšđ´đ°đťđ đśđ đ´đ đŤđŹđşđ°đšđŹ .   (  a series of nsfw prompts , separated by quotes  &  acts .  â my â  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme . send  â + REVERSE â  to  reverse  the  prompts  )
    â WORDS .
â iâm sorry , you donât enjoy being teased ? .  â â you know what iâm waiting for .  â â keep your hands where they are .  â â i want you to ride [ me / my fingers ] .  â â you make the prettiest sounds .  â â say please .  â â i want to make this last .  â â look at me .  â â iâm yours , only yours -  â â yeah , just like that -  â â iâve barely even started .  â â i need you .  â â god , shut up and fuck me already !  â â god , yes , [ name ] , donât stop .  â â you have no idea how long iâve wanted to do this .  â â who gets to touch you like this ?  â â come for me .  â â ah , ah - donât touch .  â â brace your hands on the wall .  â â could you come like this ?  â â please , let me come -  â â god , youâre beautiful -  â â iâve been waiting for this all night .  â â youâre such a tease .  â â take these off .  â â i want to feel your [ mouth / fingers ] .  â â do you have any idea how good you taste ?  â â tell me what you want .  â â we shouldnât - ah , we shouldnât be doing this .  â â faster , [ name ] , i need more .  â â is this good ?  â â keep your eyes open .  â â i canât wait to find out what else you can do .  â â you donât have to be so gentle .  â â i want to hear you beg .  â â can i take this off ?  â â please , please , please -  â â youâre doing so well for me .  â â please touch me .  â â keep reading , i want to see how long you last .  â â iâll buy you another one .  â â say my name . louder .  â â i canât wait any longer .  â â you feel so good .  â â youâre going to leave a mark -  â â touch yourself for me .  â â do you deserve it ?  â â did i say you could come ?  â â  iâm so close -  â â theyâre going to catch us -  â â i want you right here .  â â we have to be quiet .  â
     â ACTIONS .
â pin .  to restrain my museâs hands during intimacy . â mirror .  to have sex with my muse in front of a mirror . â deny .  to deny my muse an orgasm . â distance .  to have [ phone / video ] sex with my muse . â playlist .  to have sex with my muse while music is playing . â paw .  to fondle my museâs  [ chest / ass ] . â wall .  to pin my muse against a wall . â table .  to hoist my muse onto a [ table / counter ] . â clothed .  to make my muse come while fully dressed . â finger .  to finger my muse . â oral .  to give my muse oral . â fervent .  to have sex with my muse after a fight . â distraction .  to rile my muse up during a film . â mark .  to leave marks on my muse [ optional : specify where ] . â tie .  to use restraints on my muse during intimacy . â throat .  to choke my muse during intimacy . â sparring .  for sparring to turn into sex . â toys .  to use toys [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ] on my muse . â imagery .  to send my muse a risque photo . â drag .  to pull my muse closer by a piece of clothing . â tear .  to tear a piece of clothing from my museâs body . â shower .  to have sex with my muse in the [ shower / bath ] . â sneaky .  to sneak away from a gathering to have sex with my muse . â beg .  to make my muse beg . â carnal .  to [ scratch / bite ] my muse during intimacy . â preoccupied .  to rile my muse up as they [ read / work ] . â jealous .  to purposefully make my muse react possessively . â dare .  to have sex with my muse based off a dare . â read .  to re-enact something from a [ book / show / porn ] with my muse . â collapse .  to break a bed during sex with my muse . â caught .  to get caught with my muse during sex .
love bites: for sender to nip and gently bite at receiver's body as they kiss and explore.
SMUT PROMPTS FOR YOU SPICY FREAKS â¤
Silco only half-rouses at the first touch of teeth. A soft groan announces his return to consciousness and the heavy lashes shading one seaglass-hued eye crack with more effort than reasonable. Thereâs still the distinctive green of chemlight filtering through the cracks around the door so itâs not yet daytime yet. So why is he awakeâŚ? Another little nip finds his clavicle and the sensationâs familiar enough that he recognises itâs what drew him from the depths of sleep.
Something is biting him.Â
㠤㠤㠤㠤SMUT PROMPTS FOR YOU SPICY FREAKS ⤠â please change pronouns and verbiage as needed. add â+ reverseâ at the end of the prompt to reverse the roles.
encore: for sender to initiate consensual sex the moment they're alone with receiver after receiver intentionally spent the last hour teasing sender in public where they could not react.
eye contact: for sender to guide receiver's face back to looking at sender while they're actively engaged in sex or foreplay.
love bites: for sender to nip and gently bite at receiver's body as they kiss and explore.
hands on: for sender to slowly guide receiver's hands along their body where they wish to be touched, prompting where to squeeze, massage, and explore.
shower paint: after playfully getting house paint on one another when they should have been painting the walls, sender guides receiver to the shower where the fun continues.
last hurrah: for whatever reason, sender and receiver are parting ways. but not before one last time before they go.
t-shirt: sender can be found waiting at home for receiver with nothing but receiver's large t-shirt on while standing (or bending forward) in a compromising position.
solo act: sender intentionally pleasures themself while receiver is watching. receiver joins in on finishing the job.
insatiable: sender and receiver have repeatedly engaged in sex all day, despite both having reached the point of exhaustion.
i love you: sender and receiver haven't defined their relationship status, but while they're having sex, sender slips and tells receiver they love them.
exes to lovers: sender and receiver have been broken up for well over a year or two. after a coincidental run in, sender finds themself in receiver's bed.
Today has been a day worth celebrating -- especially for Silco. Or perhaps a better way to put it would be, a day for celebrating Silco himself and his accomplishments on behalf of Zaun. The Councilman deserves it and more, in Vander's eyes; after all, for the many tragedies that have taken place over the years(some still too raw for Vander, like Vi's death), each push forward against Piltover feels all that much more meaningful.
And each and every social and political advancement is thanks to the man that is now half-out of it, draped over the bar counter. Several bottles sit nearby, and Vander has taken care to make sure that the other's drink is moved carefully aside, lest he spill any of its remaining contents on his clothes.
The words that his partner mumbles are incoherent, which only serves to broaden the bartender's smile with equal parts amusement and affection.
"C'mon, Sil," the burly man murmurs in return. "Let's get you sorted out." It takes no effort to pick the other up and hold him, but he bites back a chuckle when Silco's head immediately settles against his broad chest as if it belongs nowhere else. Likewise when his cheek nuzzles against him and he sweetly -- and while slurring his words -- expresses again how much he loves Vander.
As much as Vander enjoys the moment and the returned affection, the Councilor has had a long day and far too much to drink, and so the bartender feels it to be his (loved) duty to carry him upstairs to bed.
Itâs rare he gets quite this tipsy, but the last few days have kept him in the chambers far later into the evening than usual. Silcoâs reasoned and urged and debated almost until heâs hoarse against the last reluctant few of the co-councillors have finally understood why itâs so important that they agree on this last holdover. Each night heâs stumbled home well past midnight, once even having dozed off in the bathysphere to find his husband gathering him up into his arms.
But no more.
Just that afternoon, the vote had finally been cast to decommission the prison and turn it over to the hands of Zaunâs people. Silcoâd even been home in time to bring an afternoon treat for Vander and himself to share. A small celebration thatâd turned rather lengthy with the addition of a bottle of champagne unearthed from the cellar. And anotherâand then another. Poor Powderâs escaped her adoptive fatherâs elated affections some time ago and now must be hiding in her room, or perhaps is holed up in her workshop with her definitely-not-interested-in-him-friend.
Silco hadnât minded, not really; itâs just the age she is now. Besides, Vanderâs refilled his glass frequently until the Dropâs swam around him and heâs had to lie his head on the cool of the wooden bar as he shares his plans for the island (or, at least, tries to) with his husband. It takes the councillor a moment to work out why the world suddenly starts spinning again, but it turns out that heâs just being carried again. Pressing his nose into the warm softness of Vanderâs chest, the revolutionary breathes in his familiar scent and a profession of his love for this large hunk of a human slips from his tongue without entering his thoughts at all.
If the other man were hollow, heâd want to live inside him, like Vander were a cocoonâwith his inebriated state the words are hardly eloquent, or even really coherent, but at least the sentiment is there as Silcoâs carefully lowered onto their mattress. But the bed is cold compared to his husbandâs furnace-like warmth so he refuses to let go when Vander tries to straighten again, a complaining whine escapes his throat. âDângoâŚâ
He might die if those arms arenât around him in the next few moments.
// i think i'm finally all caught up! pls let me know if i've missed drafting anything (or if you would like a starter). <3

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"There's m' favorite little inventor!" The exclamation's slurred as his adoptive daughter shoulders her way through the Drop's doors, arms full of Janna-knows-what bits and pieces. The councillor doesn't even wait for her to deposit them safely on the bar before he pulls Powder into a one-armed hug, champagne flute tipping precariously in his other hand.
It's clear they've been celebrating a while now: two empty bottles are lined up nearby and Vander's in the midst of finding a third as he chuckles at his partner's tipsy antics. The bigger man holds his alcohol far, far better than Silco ever could but he's not putting a halt to his husband's merrymaking. Not today of all days.
"Fin'ly did it, Pow, they've fin'ly agreed t' surrender control'f Stillwater." It's been a sticking-point of negotiations for years. That little island has threatened to fracture their accord a handful of times with how fiercely Silco's fought for it's closure and reassignment.
But it's finally done. Stillwater will soon be a ghost of Zaun's oppression no longer.
He pulls his daughter in for an ever-tighter hug, pressing a kiss to top of her cobalt head in a wave of unfiltered affection. "Couldn't've done it without you 'n Van supporting me..."
love Powder's illustration in the family portrait that suggests they have cats
đş âFancy seeing the well-revered, Zaunite Industrialist everyoneâs been raving about. Iâve been quite eager to meet you, Silco. Though, perhaps you should slow down on your drinking?â - Councilor Mel Medarda
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Even amongst the myriad other high-class merchants and nobility, it's impossible to miss the Medarda girl as she makes her way through the sea of ivory and gold towards him. Thereâs an aura about her that sets her apart from every other party-goer mingling in the ballroomâs elegance. Silcoâs paid her particular mind over the years; initially wary of her Noxian heritage, sheâs proven herself a surprise in her shrewdness when dealing with not only matters of state but also the devises of the other councillors.
So, when the young woman addresses him, the chem baron raises his almost-empty glass in acknowledgement, the last of the burgundy wine sloshing dangerously close to its rim. âCouncillor,â Silco responds just the minutest hint of force in his cordial tone. âItâs exceedingly rare for such fine drink to make its way across to my side of the Pilt.â Oops. Did that come off as too pointed? âYouâll have to forgive me if I indulge a little while Iâm able. I do have to say, itâs rather an honor to be invited to this little gathering of yours. Your invitation was rather intriguing, to say the least.â
Jinx, ever confusing, enters the room speaking as if Silco is privy to some lengthy conversation that she's been having with him, when in reality what comes out of her mouth initially makes no sense.
"So like, I've been thinking it over? And I think the best bet would be for me to fake my death."
The joys of having a train of thought continuously off the proverbial rails.
Admittedly, he's only half-listening when his daughter wanders in muttering to herself. Instead, he's focused on (as ever) sifting through the reports and ledgers that've been piling up on his desk over the day. Silco's well-accustomed to Jinx's antics by now. It's only when she makes that final declaration does the chem baron glance upward in mild intrigue.
"And, pray tell, explain to me why would you need to do that?"
Not that he hasn't done something similar in a time of need, but it is a rather... drastic action.
@reveck-reports ââ When the lab door opened and a clearly injured Silco was brought inside, Corin sighed. "I should hardly be surprised at this point. Come, sit down before my job becomes much more difficult." He cleared off a seat for the bleeding man and cleaned his hands. "I take it something compelled you to take a hands-on approach on matters perhaps best left to more disposable actors...?"
Sevika had, for once, kept quiet as sheâd helped haul the industrialist through the dark alleyways and had only spoken to check Silcoâd still been conscious at one point. Heâs more than a little light-headed when the brawny woman drops him into the indicated chair and leaves him to the good doctorâs care but still aware enough to twitch in irritation with Corinâs verbal jab. âKindly save the lecture for later. Iâve already bled through the bandage twice.âÂ
It takes more effort than it should to push himself upright in the chair, and his vision swims as he pushes a blood-smeared hand through hair thatâs no longer slicked back in its usual neat style. âYou donât have any whiskey on hand, do you?â As much to dull his embarrassment as it is the throbbing in his thigh.

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Was it disdain in the younger manâs tone? Most certainly in immediate response to the nickname Vander so casually through out. That had been intentional on his end, words to draw out a reaction. Words to show that he wasnât intimidated by all the power Silco thought he had over him. Even in his previous cell, Vander was always much more of a threat than Silco was free.
A mere month ago Silco had threatened the safety of his children. Flaunted his influence, as if Vander didnât already know. No, he knew Marcus was on his payroll, whoâs to say the entirety of Stillwater wasnât, either? His decisions set loose the hound, not just actions of torture he endured during his time there. Caused him to channel his rage and bend bars like they were made of plastic.
Silco was afraid, whether or not he would admit it out loud. Yet even to his own surprise, Vander wasnât here to kill him. Not even for taking Powder.
âWe both know that youâve always had a way with words, and look at you now? A man running the whole of the lanes, using shimmer to rule with an iron fist. And from cozy little set up, you made sure I suffered in stillwater.â The tone in which he spoke was deeper than the kind one Silco had known for so long, it was guttural, almost a growl. Vander leaned forward ever so slightly, revealing cold, hardened eyes. âI deserved it, but these kids? They never did anything to you. Felâs kids deserve to be safe.â
Her children were nothing like them. They were never cruel, they always protected each other. Every fight Vi had was defending Powder. No, they were better than Vander and Silco ould ever be. âVi would never betray her sister, we both know that.â
âYou couldnât break me in Stillwater, so you manipulated those kids.âthough, what Vander suspected was that Mylo could have been responsible. He was always hard on the youngest.. âAs far as us goes, I tried to write you⌠tried to find you so that I could apologize but you ran.â
âPlease,â Silco intones icily, âyou put yourself in Stillwater. Donât even pretend it only happened to protect the girl.â It runs far deeper than that and they both know it. The bartender isnât dense; he understands that none of it would have been necessary had Piltover been forced to check itself two decades ago. Had enforcers not freely treated their people like third-class citizens.
Had Vander stood with him like heâd vowed that night.
The blame for the manâs incarceration lies squarely on his own shoulders and nobody elseâs. And worse still, heâd given himself up like a beaten dog rolling over and showing his belly without even a growl. No, Silco has no pity for Vanderâs suffering while behind bars of his own making. And his former partnerâs assumption of how heâd acquired his young ward only has him sneer. âDo you really think they were safer with you locked away? There are many forms of betrayal, Hound. You were the one that failed to protect them. I did nothing to them except watch as they tore themselves apart without you there, then I picked up after the mess you made.â It doesnât even seem to cross Vanderâs mind that Jinx has come to him willingly. Heâll learn.
Perhaps, before Vanderâs voluntary incarceration, he might have been swayed a little by the admission of wanting to make amends. But, after that night, the chem baron had lost the last lingering respect heâd held for his old comrade. So he only laughs instead, cold and derisive. âDid you expect to change anything?â Nothing he said or did can alter what happened between themâthe bond heâd ripped apart so easily after everything theyâd built together. Itâs a resentment Silcoâs never been able to shake. He doesnât expect an answer.
âIf youâre here to kill me, get your attempt over with.â Silco stands and the blade in his grasp gleams in the meagre light. Itâs the same one heâd taken from the other man in the Pilt, kept as a memento of that night. âOr get out of my office.â
Silco and his terror of a daughter