just your average silco enjoyer

23 | Tryn | they/them | blorbo incarnate (maybe even a bozo)

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Masterlist of all my art

Just so nothing gets lost :3 - my asks are open for prompts and ideas!

Full pieces:

Bartender!Silco

Priest!Silco

Silco on his knees

Bathing Silco

Chef!Silco (inspired by @beskars)

"Fetch."

NEW! Vampire!Silco

Sketches and practice (includes color portraits and screenshots)

Silco practice 1

Silco practice 2

Silco practice 3

Silco practice 4 (Adorable screenshot redraw <3)

Blorbo compilation

Messy Silco (semi-explicit?)

[exyrpf]

idc how hard you try you will NOT get me to stop using snorted in my dialogue. i will always use growled and choked and hissed and huffed and grunted and breathed and frowned and sniffed and scoffed and spluttered and purred and snickered and exhaled and whimpered and smiled and laughed and sneered and frowned

i love you words that indicate sound and tone i love you poetics i love you dialogue tags they will never take you away from me i love you i love you i love you

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Chapter 7 is 1500 words of filth so far

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

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“You prove time and time again that I made the right decision in hiring you. Very well, I’ll add it to the list. Shipments usually come in on Tuesday, so it will be here by then.” He stepped back, making space for you to turn the chair. “I’m looking forward to seeing your plans put into action.” You smiled, tired but proud of yourself, “Thank you.” When you let go of the mouse, you stretched your fingers, which ached from all the writing you’d been doing, and from how tight you held your pen out of sheer nervousness. “May I?” Silco asked, and when you looked up at him, he had a hand stretched out towards you, palm up like an offering. “…huh?” you said, confused. “Your hand,” he said, softly, “You’ve been holding yourself together all day. You’re hurting.” Something in his voice, gentle, grounded, made your throat tighten. You nodded. Silco took your hand. Bare skin to bare skin, his touch was warm, steady, deliberate. Not possessive, but not tentative either. Intentional, like everything about him. He turned your hands over slowly, thumbs pressing lightly into your palms where tension had settled. The contact sent a quiet shiver up your arms—not startling, not overwhelming. Just… real. “You did well,” he said softly. “And not because of any result. Because you trusted yourself.”

Literally screaming at chapter 6 of The Art of Being Seen

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That being said, chapter 5 is out now.

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“You prove time and time again that I made the right decision in hiring you. Very well, I’ll add it to the list. Shipments usually come in on Tuesday, so it will be here by then.” He stepped back, making space for you to turn the chair. “I’m looking forward to seeing your plans put into action.” You smiled, tired but proud of yourself, “Thank you.” When you let go of the mouse, you stretched your fingers, which ached from all the writing you’d been doing, and from how tight you held your pen out of sheer nervousness. “May I?” Silco asked, and when you looked up at him, he had a hand stretched out towards you, palm up like an offering. “…huh?” you said, confused. “Your hand,” he said, softly, “You’ve been holding yourself together all day. You’re hurting.” Something in his voice, gentle, grounded, made your throat tighten. You nodded. Silco took your hand. Bare skin to bare skin, his touch was warm, steady, deliberate. Not possessive, but not tentative either. Intentional, like everything about him. He turned your hands over slowly, thumbs pressing lightly into your palms where tension had settled. The contact sent a quiet shiver up your arms—not startling, not overwhelming. Just… real. “You did well,” he said softly. “And not because of any result. Because you trusted yourself.”

Literally screaming at chapter 6 of The Art of Being Seen

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He doesn’t seem pleased about the interruption…

[oxbloodredgemini]

Why is he so cute???

[lylathewise]

Let's be real, modern Silco would totally wear this shirt

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Still way too funny actually

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Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.

Sorry daddy I’ve been bad.

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Compilation of all my blorbos :3

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I took this screenshot a while ago and I had to (he’s so babygirl)

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I just know you are a woman because men are never this proud of being degenerate gooners.

reblog if you are proud of being a degenerate gooner

[sortagothsaturday]

its not my fault that old man has raw sex appeal

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Chapter 5 of The Art of Being Seen is probably coming tomorrow :3

Have an excerpt!

“…what if I made Blitzcrank a little sweater?”

“I’m sure he’d be very thankful, but it still wouldn’t make me let you take care of him.”

“Oh, come on!”

You resigned, packing your things with a controlled exhale. Neither of the two looked up as you walked past them, gently knocking on Silco’s office door.

“Come in,” came the quiet answer, and you entered, trying to swallow your anxiety. It didn’t work as well as you had hoped.

Silco‘s office followed the same general design principles as the rest of the studio: the walls were a dark, muted green, the furniture similarly dark wood, and made to look rather old, which lead to a rather stark contrast to the large desk at the end of the room, behind which Silco sat in a comfortable leather chair, partially hidden behind two large screens, one of which he gently pushed to the side as you entered. Of course he’d be using hydraulic arms. Of course he had gone for the ergonomic option.

[nephertiri]

Just 🤤🤤🤤🤤

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working on the first (very) lowkey romance scene for The Art of Being Seen