Silco - Blog Posts
My Silco sketch
I find it odd that most people in Zaun have tattoos, and we don't know if Silco has them too. He is always fully clothed and shows as little body as possible so my headcanon is that he had a lot of failed tattoos in his youth which he is now ashamed of. What do you think about that?
Silco & Jinx • ARCANE
(digital realistic illustration, fanart)
I DID IT!!! I finished my epic fanart of the century! 😱 Gestalt is officially closed! Jeez, I can't even believe it!
From every fan of "Arcane" – repost :3
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So. I watched "ARCANE" a year ago. And OMG, I'm was in love! True, as always, I fell in love with "dark side". If specifically – it's Silco and Jinx (because villains, psychos and scoundrels are my everything, yes) 🖤💙 As an artist, I was attracted to the aesthetics of their appearance, as a person – their storyline 💔 A lot of tragedy, drama and suffering for soulful masochism (everything I love, yes). Therefore, by the end of the series, I already knew for sure that I would draw them. And, of course, in detailed realism.
Fan enthusiasm, as you know, works wonders. Only on it my psyche rests, when I work on such artwork. Especially towards the very end 😆 Definitely, it was the longest, most hard and interesting art project for all my work in digital.
ARCANE in realism. Receive, sign.
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Arcane big spoiler‼️
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find the difference
I desperately need fanart, which will connect them
couldnt get this out of my head
oh oh oh also when jinx is pricking silco he just clenches his fists even though she probably weighs 90 pounds he could throw her off his lap and she’s not restricting his movements at all but he can’t bear to ever hurt her ☹️☹️🫶
One thing I absolutely adore about “Get Jinxed” scene, where you have Silco coming up to her all angry, was that even though he was absolutely furious with her at first, he never lays a hand on her. When he walks up to her desk as she blasting the loud music, I’d assumed he’d grab her by the shoulder or something to get her attention, but he just shuts off the music. The closest thing he comes to is grabbing something out of her hand which is reminiscent to a father grabbing something that’s distracting their child in the middle of a lecture or something. He’s not perfect, and yes he has manipulated Jinx but in many ways, he cares for her deeply and would never do anything to hurt her.
I love how they frame this as your typical “angry father walking in on his daughter playing loud music” moment, but in this case the father is a powerful crime lord, and the daughter is homicidal psychopath who blew up a building and murdered 6 people just so she could steal a magic gemstone and build him a superweapon for his revolution.
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
silco said power comes to those who are willing to do anything to achieve it and he wasnt willing to do anything to achieve it because he wouldn’t give up jinx my chest hurts
oh you think you like arcane? i play arcane episodes in my car and listen to them like podcasts while i’m driving
—“I’ll not leave you here, I’ve got to save you!”
“You already have, Luke”
—“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”
“I never would have given them to you. Don’t cry. You’re perfect.”
Star Wars episode 6: Return of the Jedi // Arcane episode 1x09 The Monster You Created
Arcane Characters as SoC Quotes (Part 3)
Arcane Characters as SoC Quotes (Part 2)
Arcane Characters as SoC Quotes (Part 1)
if things could be different...
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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?