Silco Arcane - Blog Posts
i adore how arcane fans have unanimously decided that vi braided jinx’s hair when she was little and silco braids her hair when she’s grown up i love how it’s practically canon now not even debatable
obsessed with silco’s big dramatic tantrum in this scene. i love him so much
Arcane main characters' order in a coffee shop
I used to be a barista and had to stop bc of my studies, so here's my impression of what these Arcane characters would order in a coffee shop. (Tell me if you'd like this with other fandom/characters !)
And yes, I used to judge people on what they'll order lol
Jinx : a strawberry milkshake with a lot of whipped cream
Vi : a latte bc she's a cool grown up, but regrets it immediately and go ask the barista to put some chocolate syrup inside because it taste like shit (she promise herself that she'll ask for a mocha or just a hot cocoa next time)
Caitlyn : a latte with almond milk and some caramel syrup
Jaycee : a hot cocoa with a lot of whip cream and some caramel on top
Viktor : a cold brew, something to stay up and that won't get cold, since it's already cold, if he forgets it while focusing on his work
Mel : a matcha latte with coconut milk, she has good tastes
Silco : a double ristretto bc he's a psycho and needs some energy to deal with Jinx
Sevika : a long coffee in a large cup (the biggest one) and ask to add 6 expresso shot inside. She'll mix this atrocity with 6 sugar packs and drink it in 2 minutes. She's a menace and knows it.
Silco is definitely a better dad than mine but the difference between him and my dad is that i would never let my dad degrade me.
But Silco....
Arcane Characters as SoC Quotes (Part 3)
Arcane Characters as SoC Quotes (Part 2)
Arcane Characters as SoC Quotes (Part 1)
I like the idea of there being something a little sharper about Zaunites.
Jayce often turns around to find Viktor much closer than he had thought, even being able to hear the tapping of his cane. During late nights in the lab, his amber eyes burn violently in the blue glow of the hexgems. On the rare occasion he blinks, Jayce can swear they appear reflective, like a cat’s. Just tricks of the light and the mind.
Mel’s skin rises the first time Jayce brings Viktor to a Council meeting. They’ve met before, of course, but there’s something immovable in his grip when she shakes his hand, touching him for the first time. Viktor smiles ingenuinely, almost mockingly, at something Salo says, and his teeth are a tad sharp. Mel has grown up around war, around danger, but it had always come for her head on. In Piltover, it came in the form of ruining reputations or profits. She wonders how thoroughly Viktor could ruin someone before they even realized he was there. She dreams of wolves and foxes that night, and from a tree, the ember-bright eyes of a lynx watches, waiting for the other predators to tear each other apart.
Vi likes to climb. Caitlyn knows this, though she supposes she didn’t really think about it. It’s almost beautiful to watch, really — the agile switches, the power thrumming beneath Vi’s skin like she might burst from it. Vi maneuvers through the rooftops of Zaun as easily as breathing. Sometimes, Caitlyn’s own breath will catch when the jump looks too far, too much, then Vi’s hand will catch the ledge without fail and she can huff a laugh. She ignores how many distances Vi has crossed that shouldn’t be crossable. Like a cat, a Zaunite will always land on their feet.
Ekko seems to move quite strangely, Heimerdinger thinks. Though, he’s never truly paid close attention to human movements, the boy seems to traverse without the normal effect of gravity, as if he simply never dismounted his hoverboard. It was far too smooth, far too even — it took a considerable time for Heimerdinger to put his finger on it. As they discover the sickness of the tree, the pattern changes. Ekko glitches sometimes, staying in one place for too long before seemingly being sling-shot through space, appearing somewhere else without having gotten there. A mystery for later, he supposes.
Silco feels like a condensation of all Zaun’s noxious gases, perhaps with a vein of Shimmer added for realism. Marcus feels like his lungs are clouding just from being around him, getting the urge to cough out the pollution. Silco is the grimy cracks, the perpetually-wet streets, the sunken ribs and track marks of every body slumped on every street. His voice curls around Marcus like a snake, squeezing tighter and tighter until the fear and the threats are the only things left in his brain. Yet, Silco sits calmly, always far too still. Sometimes his scar appears to splinter in front of Marcus’s eyes. When he tucks his daughter in a night, he wonders about what kind of monster might slip, unheard, through the cracks of her window.
There’s always been Something in the air in Zaun. The water too. Really, can one be surprised at the consequences?
every friend group should include:
a bimbo
a mean bisexual
an even meaner lesbian
she/theys
and he/theys
a token straight who’s on thin ice
an astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized
and a short king
Zaunite Version
HSPAHWVHDJXVSKDTTDGEJD
he got that shit on
500 points to Gryffindor
forever obsessed with the original concept art for au silco
I like how these came out! Also a little self indulgent shittily drawn neko Silco bc I'm Dumb.