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Another small moment in my Arcane Western AU. Silco confronts Vander about abandoning him and the gang all those years ago.
#silco#arcane#league of legends#silco fanart#caricature#digital art#vander#western au#outlaws#cowboys#comic
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Cowboy Silco - commission
Yeehaw.
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Barton Hollow — Chp 1
Barton Hollow Masterlist
Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI
Chapter tags: hostage!reader, outlaw!Silco, cowboy!Silco, gun violence, held at gunpoint, physical intimidation, I know jackshit about western stuff and am honestly just picturing Man in Black from Westworld but make it Silco
Chapter word count: 2.6k
Chapter Beta Readers: @x-amount-verbs @sherwood-forests
Total word count: 2.6k
Miles and miles in my bare feet
Still can't lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
I know the Lord my soul won't take
— Civil Wars, Barton Hollow
Chapter 1—Barton Hollow on AO3
Read Chapter 2 here!
A/N: Happy Western Wednesday! I wrote this short 3-parter that I'll be releasing weekly. It was inspired by one of my favorite bands The Civil Wars and my love for the titular track. Each part is paired with a different Civil Wars track that you should def listen to! My first AU fic that's not set in the Arcane universe! Boy howdy!
Taglist: @averagecrastinator @mazikomo @writingmysanity @insult-2-injury @constant-fragmentation @ariaud @jennrosefx @ins0mniac-whack @steponmesilco @wonderwoman292 @sherwood-forests @leave-me-alone-silco @givemebeansnow
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#silcoitus#silcoitus writing#barton hollow#chapter 1#silco fanfic#silco#silco x reader#silco x you#cowboy au#western au
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Excerpt: Ghost Stories
Mel and Elora set out for answers.
From 'a drop of venom in your gin,' a work-in-progress Western AU centered on Mel and Sevika.
"Copperhead?" mutters Mel from her disgruntled velvet corner, where she sits draped head-to-foot in white—a rare sight of prestige, in these parts.
The carriage her assistant had brokered her seemed hellbent on convincing them to turn back, with every hour crossed west. She'd been nursing a headache since they'd left the Piltover Bridge, five days ago; the horrid contraption clobbered over every rut and rock in sight.
"Indeed," Elora huffs, bracing one palm upon the carriage's panelling. The tassels stapled to the awning lurch into a jovial thwack. "My word. In—in any case, there has been a suggestion that she is....in charge, so to speak—"
"Kino made no mention of a woman." Mel laces her hands firmly in her lap, brushes her thumb over the golden ring at her finger. "I'd have known. If he was working under any, I'd have—"
"Councillor." Silence elks uncomfortably between them. "If I may," Elora continues, quietly, "we know very little of the situation."
For minutes, Mel studies the red earth that stretches bland and endless beyond the carriage's windows. The view comes as much a strange comfort as a pit of dread within her.
"I am familiar with these territories, Elora. The sheriff and I are well-acquainted." Gold glints beneath her twisting nail, and stills. "And I have heard no word of this. Nothing. This—it is highly unusual."
"Could your brother have been—" The carriage batters over a sequence of broken stones. "Well. It's just—there has been word, you know, in the Council—"
"If this is about the dust, I want to hear nothing of it."
"It's become quite the lucrative trade."
"It's vile." A set of black-varnished nails click stiffly upon the door's handle. "He would have had no part in it."
Elora lifts her chin, stares silently at the dry brush that thistles past the panes. Mel knows her discomfort comes partly from her dress: the lace has laid an incessant itch, for hours. Her throat swivels against it, now. "The traders call it shimmer. It may be worth looking into, is all."
An impulse to smile cuts across Mel's mouth. She stamps it down. "And this...Copperhead. She's running it, then?"
"Not a runner, no. But there is a connection."
"To the trade, at large?" Another jitter of Mel's fingers. "A hunter, then," she gravels. "And, pray tell—who employs her?"
Now, her assistant's discomfort comes bone-deep: nothing to do with her clothes. "From what I've heard," she murmurs, "a man who is supposed to be dead."
Mel does smile, then: a lax crook at one side. "Ghost stories." She reclines back into her seat, hands laced. "Take my advice, Elora—don't get too excited." Her eyes trail over the silhouette of a town blazing on the horizon. "There's a dime a dozen of those, here."
#arcane#arcane fanfic#fic excerpt#western au#cowboy au#this thing is sloooowly slowly coming together#i've got like? half of ch 1 done#and a semi-functional outline#still very much trying to get these voices down#but eeee i'm so excited for this#melvika outlaw spicyness abound 😈#a drop of venom in your gin#writing#mel medarda#sevika#melvika#silco
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The reason Solas didn’t fuck Lavellan is because he’s a virgin. If he got a crumb of pussy or a the lightest touch on his dick, he wouldn’t have any thought to destroy the world. In this essay I will-
#me and my bf were having a talk about the new DA game#and how solas should've been pan and his elf should've been able to kiss solas without mods#and then it spiralled#enjoy my one DA post I got cowboy Silco to post later#da#solas
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Running Gun: Chapter 2 of Playground Posse |2.7K| (western au)
summary. gunslingers silco and jinx are running from the law while you’re running from your past. when happenstances causes your paths to collide and your good nature taken advantaged of, you realize you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.
trigger warnings. this series will contain domestic abuse and suicidal behaviors in future chapters.
chapters. 1 | X
a/n. massive thanks to @eye-of-zaun for betaing the crap out of my og draft and for everyone who reblogged and left a nice review on the first chapter ;w; would have lost motivation if it wasn’t for ya’ll. ao3 link.
taglist. @sweatandwoe, @maplewhisk, @agoutighost, @frugi7, @intpthinkinginquiet, @ouranxiousheart, @nunanuggets, @holysmokesblog, @will-grammer
“Y’know there’s something about ya,” Jinx says, leaning on the back legs of her chair, her feet propped up on the table’s edge, “you’re easy to talk to.”
Deadpan you stare at her, in the same rocking chair they’ve kept you in since the day of your hostage. Wrists bound and back aching to get some sort of support. That bed–the one you paid for with your own money–sure looks comfier every passing hour. They keep the thundermug underneath your seat. It’s easier than taking you out back every time you need to take a piss–and you have to go a lot. One of the perks of being held at gunpoint.
The room is a compacted space that adheres to the “waste not, want not” model against modern motifs. A literal cube in design, does well storing a twin bed in the far corner of the room, sandwiched between the wall and nightstand that houses a lamp on its counter and a holy book in its drawer. There’s a pine cabinet set of drawers that face perpendicular to the foot of the bed with the safe–a feature that made this room run for luxury price–bolted to the floor boards below. On the other side of the room was the dinner table you were seated at, small in size with just enough of a diameter to keep Jinx’s swinging legs from colliding with your shins.
“Ya should smile more, toots.”
She smiles, bracing the edge of her chair as she leans forward. Jinx shivers on impact, a painful pressure digging in her side, causing her smile to widen with a strain.
“It would get rid of ‘em forehead wrinkles.”
That natural desire to rebuff her comments dies at the base of your throat when Silco stirs in bed. You swallow and watch him scratch his chest before shifting on his side, tugging his hat close to his face. A moment passes before you speak, “What’s it like? Being a running gun?”
“Um…” Crossing her arms on the table, Jinx thinks hard, eyes looking upwards to the corners of her brain. “It’s fun”–dangerous “and the payout is huge.” If there’s a payout. “It’s the best!” Except when it isn’t.
Her hand subconsciously ghosts over the bullet wounds in her side.
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They wind up staying at the inn for a week while Jinx’s side mends. Silco sleeps through the days, always above the blankets and bedding with his hat covering his face.
“He can’t sleep at night,” Jinx whispers, sitting catty-corner to you at the table, shuffling a deck of cards, “gets all wildly. We used to be on shifts but did no good with both of us up.”
“Why is that?” you mumble, rubbing the tender imprint of rope around your wrists. By noon of the third day they stopped bothering to bind your wrists during daylight so you could play games with Jinx. Mostly card games; some you knew and others you’re sure she made up herself with wild rules that only a child could think of.
“Heck if I know. He’s got more hang-ups than a county jail on Sunday,” she peers over her shoulder at Silco sleeping before flashing you a toothy grin while dealing you in, “he likes to say I talk too much, but get ‘im under the stars and he’ll sing more than a prairie song, if ya catch my drift.”
Jinx waggles her eyebrows and you crack a shy smile.
Silco hits her with a pillow and you let out a snort.
You forgot how good it felt to laugh.
Each day is spent much like the last; Silco usually sleeps til dawn while you play cards with Jinx and she tells you about her travels from over the horizon, the enemies she’s made and the friends she’s lost. At night, you’d read her the books you brought along, they were also filled with adventures that seem dull in comparison with her tales but she listens with rapt interest, cheeks squished against her palms and elbows on the table, captivated by the unique cadence of your words—a lovely staccato that entertains even Silco, who listens from the bed as he applies a generous dose of liniment to the surrounding area of his eye and sore joints.
Almost a waste you’ll be dead at their departure.
Strapped for funds and bleeding every time he takes a trip to the saloon, that ring of yours will have to be pawned, but given your attachment… the walls are too thin to slice it off and he’s already tried prying it from you while you slept. Disposing of a corpse is never an easy task in these small towns with local busybodies. It is something he’ll have to do early; before the sun wakes up and the roosters start calling.
On the final day of the week, Jinx hands you a cookbook to read next. A troubled expression sets on your face.
“Uhm,” you wet your lips as she watches expectedly. You open the book, filtering through pages till stopping at a tightly folded paper that acts as a bookmark.
Peeling back its corner, a mournful smile etches in your features as you reminisce in the memories that came from that faded old paper. It was a fake bond written out in your name, given to you for participating in the county fair cook off. You found it very assuming at the time but your husband was pissed at the results, claiming the contest was rigged from the start. He had a temper back then as well and that night you helped him tip over the neighbor’s cow.
At Jinx's insistence, you remove the bookmark from its slot and start at the beginning. It’s best not to dwell in the past anyhow. As you pretend to read you sprinkle in foreign phrases from past novels and she repeats them with youthful enthusiasm.
“Arrivederci!” The word flows off Jinx’s tongue with a kick of southern drawl and she grins, “What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?” you ask, a sly way of not having to admit you don’t know the answer. You believe its etymology is Italian, something along the lines of a farewell; but Jinx’s definition is far more entertaining.
“It sounds like a swear, so I’ma gonna use it as one.”
You smile kindly, “You don’t strike me as someone with a dirty mouth.”
Jinx scoffs in a deliberate laugh, cocky grin splitting her features before lurching forward. She pats your cheek, grimy fingernails squeeze into your flesh as she holds you in place. “Don’t be stupid, ya don’t know a damn thing about me.”
Her hips sway and her gun–pow-pow as she calls it–flares in the light.
You somber quickly, eyes lock as tepid fingers curl around hers and you take a gamble, “I know a lonely person when I see one.”
A connection illuminates her violet eyes briefly and her features turn soft with raw sentiment until her name is called and she fervently turns to answer.
“Go take a bath,” Silco insists, floor boards creak beneath his weight as his spurs jingle with every step. Off her confusion he continues, “It’ll aid in your recovery.”
Between his stern eye and stiff lip there’s little room for an argument, so she grabs some spare change from the nightstand and peels out, sparing you one last glance on her way. “It was nice knowing ya.”
She almost sounds regretful.
Silco waits by the window, watching her walk across the deck and down the stairs. “You did fine work on my trousers.” His thumb skirts across the decorative ouroboro that coiled around his thigh. Its gold threading is a shade brighter than the florals adorning his yoke, but a week whitened by the sun will take care of any discrepancies. “I’m curious, why the snake?”
“The snag in your jeans was too wide to be sewn without it hikin’ up an inch higher than the other leg.” you remark, keeping close tabs on his other hand, big and slender, sitting comfortably on the gun in its holster. He doesn’t name his guns like Jinx does. He doesn’t snore as loudly as her or laugh at his own jokes the way she does. According to Jinx, he couldn’t read as well as her and when he comes back to the room in the dead of night, reeking of booze from the saloon across the street, he doesn't loudly slur his words like her either. In fact, his voice gets quieter and his touch more tender, as if that buffer that keeps his stoic ethos in check disintegrates. Most importantly, however, he's not attached to you like Jinx is. “Are you gonna kill me?”
“Eventually.” His tone is casually dismissive, “You’d be saving me a lot of trouble by handing over the jewelry.”
“It’s worth no more than a day’s work,” you swear, “otherwise my husband would have pawned it himself for a round of beers.”
“A day’s pay is more than we have now.”
Silco turns with swagger, shifting his entire weight from one leg to the next as he stalks towards you. Personal space–or rather a lack thereof–is one of the few things he and Jinx had in common. Fearful limbs freeze and joints lock, preventing you from budging as he leans in, his hand steadying himself on the back of the rocker. He’s so close you can feel his sharp inhale against your cheek then the warmth of his breath as he rasps into your ear, his other hand stretches before you, palm open and expecting, “I’ve been a patient man, hand it over.”
You stare at his hand with near tangible despair inflaming your chest. Digits recoiling tightly around your makeshift bookmark. Oh. Capricious relief soothes your nerves and your words leave your mouth on their own, “If money’s all you want let me pay you to take me up north.”
“With what?” They’ve already commandeered all of your possessions and pawned the rest. He eyes you callously as you lift the piece of paper to his view.
“With this.” You unfold and present the counterfeit bond at a distance from his scrutiny;, praying his illiteracy wasn’t greatly exaggerated. “It’s a registered bond, worth a thousand and will be maturing in…” He plucks the bond from you for closer inspection. You wet your lips. “Uhm, it will--it will be matured in…”
“Three weeks.”
“Huh?”
Silco turns the bond over, tapping his finger on a five digit number printed to appear stamped in red ink above the fine print that hailed the certificate as a forgery. By sheer luck, the numbers were arranged in such a way they resembled a date three weeks in the future.
“That's it!” you surprise both of you when your hands flit upwards to clasp his own, a smile flourishing at your good fortune, “Yes, I can collect it in three weeks”–you might be able to pull this off–“All I need is safe passage to the city of Yagas. If you can promise me protection, I’ll partition the bond with ya fifty-fifty.”
“Yagas?” Silco’s brow furrows, “That’s crossing mountain terrain.”
“That’s why I’m offering five hundred.”
He grows silent, tentatively removing one of his hands to stroke the spot under his devil eye. It’s the second time you’ve seen him do that and you’ve come to believe it’s synonymous with deep thought. His other hand breaks free from your grasp and he folds the bond up, tucking it into his breast pocket. “You got yourself a deal, partner.” His grin is infectious.
You’re in awe, to put it lightly. Your heart flutters, its own specific panic welling up inside you as you play a dangerous game of bait and switch. Three weeks will come and you recognize that you’ll be at a dangerous impasse with the consequences possibly being similar to the situation you’re in now. But what an exhilarating rush in the meantime. One step closer to being free.
The door slams shut behind you, a click of fastening fixtures and mechanical clank of a locking bolt, rips you from your thoughts. “H-hey!” you sputter, turning from the door to your wrists. They’re bound again. “Come back!” you whine, “I thought we had an agreement!” You shift in your rocker, clenching your thighs together. Damnit. I really need to pee.
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When Jinx returns, she is excited to see you still breathing and hear the news that you’ll be joining their little posse of two. “Weeeeell, I wouldn’t say yer part of the posse.” She barks out a laugh, running a hand through her wet bangs. “Wouldn’t use the word at all.” Water droplets splash on the ground and you when she flicks a finger gun your way. “But with you around, Silco will get off mah case ‘bout the workload.” You maintain a tight smile; she’s going to work me like a mule. “So put it there, partner.”
You outstretch your hand ready for the gesture, but retract hesitantly when she clears phlegm from her throat and hacks into her palm. She doesn’t let you go, connecting the two hands in a loud wet SLAP. You feel sick.
The next day is spent preparing for the trip ahead and you’ve come to the conclusion that Silco is incredibly bossy. It’s incredibly frustrating and you wholeheartedly preferred him more when all he did was sleep and pick up hash from the drugstore for supper. First, he makes you sell your mule to cut costs on feed and water. “Two can ride a saddle together,” he says. Maybe, but it ain’t going to be comfortable.
Then he tells you that you’re only allowed to bring one source of leisure. A rule that Jinx says he’s steadfast on, “He always travels unbelievably sparse and crude.”
She pouts, shoving some metal scraps into her sun bleached satchel. For Silco it’s a deck of cards with clipped corners and a missing queen. You take the cookbook. Jinx wants to know how the story ends.
When it’s time to mount, you try to hitch yourself with Jinx but she holds up her palm with a hefty “Oooh no. Fishbones’ already pullin’ his weight with the bedroll.” Her thumb juts to the heavy tarp rolled up and bounded haphazardly with cords around the saddle’s rear jockey and cantle. “Addin’ you will slow ‘im down.”
“Don’t tell me I have to ride with him.”
“You scared of me?” Silco rides up beside Fishbones, leaning against the horn of his saddle. His kerchief is wrapped over his left eye and tucked beneath the trim of his hat. On anyone else the combination would look stupid but from your angle so far down on the ground, he looks foreboding. His mount is far taller than the quarter horses you’ve seen—darker too. You’re used to seeing pintos more like Jinx’s, brown on white speckled legs and a hand or so smaller. Much like his owner, Silco’s horse is intimidating. “Then walk.”
Balling your fists you step closer and mumble, “Care to help me up?”
Silco reaches for your hand and pulls. There is no finesse in his manhandling, practically yanking your arm out of its socket while positioning you behind him on the saddle’s skirt.
With a cluck of his tongue the horse starts to move with strong steps that cause you to rock painfully against the hard leather. It’s nothing like riding your mule, low to the ground for a smoother ride. You check how Jinx is faring, if the motion was hurting your hips you could only imagine what her side must feel like. Your concerns are put to rest, however, when she meets your wearied expression with a grin of manic glee.
“Hey, Silly! You wanna race?”
She doesn’t wait for a response, kicking off with a Hi-yah! that sends Fishbones into a wild sprint.
Silco tightens his grip on the reins and you voice your disapproval, “She can’t be serio-US!”
Dirt flies everywhere as his horse increases its gait in record time. you jerk forward, pressing your cheek into Silco’s back as you cling to his lithe frame. “This is asinine!” You cry.
“Rise up,” he shoots back, “You’re ruining his back.”
The slightest twinge of heat runs across your cheeks and you obey while mentally cursing yourself for getting roped up with a couple of outlaws. As civilization shrinks behind you and the desert blooms past the horizon, the reality of the situation sinks your stomach.
You almost wish you never left home.
#silco#Silco x Reader#My writing#if i wasn't going for a theme in the title names i would have named this chapter 'almost' 🥺#anyways next chapter's title is saddle tramp 🥴#this chapter just about killed me#but it turned out better than expected#cowboy au
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There's something about skinny white boys with massive coats.
#silco#m-machine herald in that one official art with the cowboy hat💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦#dream#sandman hiiii#Morpheus my beloved
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Masterlist
Personal favs = ⭐️
Angst = 🎭
Fluff = 🎀
Smut = ❗️
I've labeled my fics, newest to oldest. Just to keep track of how my writing improves! I cringe when re-reading anything before 7😭
Arthur Morgan (RDR2)
Saint, or Sinner. ❗️🎀 XII
Big Iron | bounty hunter!Arthur Morgan x outlaw!f!reader❗️XIV
Prepare for trouble 'n make it double | Arthur Morgan x inecperienced!reader x Dutch Van Der Linde❗️🎀 XVI
Bucky Barnes (MCU)
An Affair to Remember | collegue!bucky❓️I
Bad News | dbf!bucky
- Part 1 | Baring Throats❗️🎭⭐️ VII
- Part 2 | Cold Thoughts❗️🎭 VIII
Let the Light in | priest!bucky❗️🎭🎀⭐️IIX
Little bit | roommate!bucky❗️🎭 XI
Movement | mob!bucky ❗️ XIII
Save A Horse | cowboy!bucky❗️🎀 X
The Girl Who Cried Cowboy | dbf!cowboy!bucky❗️🎭⭐️ XV
Wicked Game | cop!bucky❗️IX
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul (Fallout)
His little killer ❗️XVII
Father Paul Hill (Midnight Mass)
Lust for Vampyr ❗️ III
Silco (Arcane)
The Game❓️ II
William Afton (FNAF)
Fun at Fazbear's❗️ IV
Horrific findings, sweet nothings❗️🎭⭐️ V
Princess❗️ VI
#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes x you#steve raglan#william afton smut#steve raglan smut#william afton#arthur morgan#arthur morgan smut#cooper howard smut
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masterlist 2!
so apparently u can only imbed 100 links per post, so here's my second masterlist haha!
slow living with sev
helping sevika workout
distracting professor sevika from grading
sevika naming your tits
christmas with sev
masc reader strapping sevika for the first time
scrawny reader winning a fight with sev
watching jeopardy with sev
sevika taking care of u in a depressive spell
sev and drunk reader
princess reader and knight sevika
cowboy sevika!!! 🤠
p.2 slow living with sev
sevika and reader's dogs cause a meet cute 🐕
how sevika proposes
bully sevika
wrapping presents for sevika
trying to have angry sex as a married couple
sevika sucking strap
sex store shopping with sev
the glitter incident
chubby reader!
reader who loves makeup
reader w/ body hair
short reader
sevika squirting again hehe
butch trucker sev
first time u fall asleep on sev
growing old with sev
dairy farmer sev x strawberry farmer reader
godmother sev x kindergarten teacher
amab ceo sev 💼
how u and ceo sev got together💼
nut video with sound? 💼
sev on her period :(
sev on anesthesia
out of pocket reader
getting pregnant with sev :,) 👶
sevika overstimulating and tying u up
sevika mindlessly groping u
happy chubby reader
waking sev up
subtop sevika begging 💼
scardey cat reader
butch4butch gym couple
reader w/ top surgery
synced period w/ sev
how sev reacts when ur hurt
flasing sev on facetime
cowboy sevika's family grows 🤠
asexual reader
touchstarved overthinking reader
cowboy sev smut ;) 🤠
farmer couple smut
finding a missing slayer :,) 🐕
finn's little sister reader
playing uno with the gang
list of quick blurbs
slayer being sev's wingdog 🐕
tailor reader
pussy spanking ;)
nsfw alphabet
sev's fanny pack strap asdfjsaljdf
pussy spanking ft. squirting
how sev talks to your baby 👶
sev w/ a plushy
ran and sev and reader throuple
how she tells silco about reader
cowboy sev adopting the girls 🤠
sevika warming up to kids 👶
sev during your labor and delivery 👶
finn cockblocking u and sev lmaoo
save a horse, ride a cowboy 🤠
PT reader/boxer sev pt. 2
another list of blurbs
sev w/ nail artist gf
slayer in the snow lmaoooo 🐕
sev w/ your kid from a previous relationship 👶
cowboy sev and reader jailbreak the girls🤠
sevika's kid eating crayons 👶
sevika hates scary movies
painter reader/muse sev
sevika's ass and how much we love it
how she dances
sevika after you have a nightmare
how she reacts to dustin licking reader
taking her skating
little slayer at work with sev 🐕
sev and a black vampire reader! 🦇
painfully obvious crushing reader
sev and slayer's typical convos 🐕
sevika lactation kink hehehe
black vamp and sev's relationship hcs 🦇
discovering her breeding kink
talkative reader who's shy around sev
pussywhipped sev
black vamp reader's little friend 🦇
sev comforting reader w/ hairloss
roach verse groupchat
switch sev and switch reader
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This cowboy is coming along nicely hue hue hue
#silco#arcane#League of Legends#silco arcane#cowboy!silco#still painting the rest ahhhhh#but im pretty stoked so far#my art#wip#also lmao without the rest of the sketches this is just silco with longer hair and a five o clock shadow#win win
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Le scrunkly Outlaw Silco. Cheers to me for not making the hat brim look like a warped potato chip. Ugh… falling in love again.
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Barton Hollow — Chp 5
Barton Hollow Masterlist
Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI
Previous Chapter: Chapter 4
Chapter tags: outlaw!Silco, cowboy!Silco, guns, reader gets a makeover, a couple familiar faces show up, some fluff
Chapter word count: 4.9k
Chapter Beta Readers: @astudyincontrasts @writingmysanity
Total word count: 19.2k
Let me in the walls
You've built around
We can light a match
And burn them down
Let me hold your hand
And dance 'round and 'round the flames
In front of us
Dust to dust
— Civil Wars, Dust to Dust
Chapter 5—Dust to Dust on AO3
Read Chapter 6 here!
A/N: When I tell you I did so much western research for this chapter, dear lord in heaven. I now know so much more about shooting revolvers, riding horses, dyeing hair in the old days, and cowboy/cowgirl attire. I like to think it was all worth it to give that air of authenticity to Cowboy Silco.
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#silcoitus#silcoitus writing#barton hollow#cowboy au#cowboy silco#chapter 5#civil wars#sevika#jinx#silco fanfic#silco x you#silco x reader#arcane silco
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— OCS AS CHARACTERS
tagged by @denerims and @faarkas thank you both so much this was so much fun!!
rules: take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). if you don’t recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100.
tagging: @devilbrakers @nuclearstorms @girlbosselrond @morvaris @uldwynsovs @arklay @reaperkiller @shadowglens @calenhads @steelport @swordcoasts @saintjudegf @risingsh0t @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @malefiicarum @nuwanders @jendoe @honeysofte @jacobseed @nokstella @druidgroves @aelyosos and YOU!
katniss everdeen - the hunger games
buffy summers - buffy the vampire slayer
elizabeth bennet - pride and prejudice
cassie thomas - promising young woman (this is so important 2 me..)
vi - arcane (👀)
(honorable mentions of the top 100: princess fiona (ofc the one, the only, the legend shrek); john wick; thomas shelby (peaky blinders) immediately followed by polly..girlboss moment; danny ocean (ocean's 11), mentioning this for reasons)
spike spiegel - cowboy bebop
jimmy mcgill - better call saul (?? dhfjshk)
rusty ryan - ocean's 11 (looks @ ryan & danny homoerotic relationship, looks at vesper & fenix.)
fleabag - fleabag ((:
jack twist - brokeback mountain
agent smith - the matrix
(mentioning this just bc it fucking killed me and it was the second match: christian grey, fifty shades of grey............)
sun bak - sense8
kaz brekker - shadow and bone
gus fring - breaking bad (in my mind akira is one of mr. esposito's villain personas)
hannibal - hannibal (longest yea i ever did)
(honorable mentions of top 50 bc these were literally the first 10 only: coriolanus snow (hunger games); logan roy (succession); silco (arcane); edward cullen (twilight, this is the skin of a killer h*nako) JDSHFKJHSD)
shiv roy - succession
lady macbeth - macbeth
amy elliott dunne - gone girl (i'm the cunt u married fr)
villanelle - killing eve
beth dutton - yellowstone (second longest yea of my life)
glenn rhee - the walking dead
marianne - portrait of a lady on fire
peeta mellark - the hunger games
davos seaworth - got
remy - ratatouille (PLEASE I LOVE U SM JOELLE)
cece parekh - new girl (<3)
jesper fahey - shadow and bone
rapunzel - tangled
satine - moulin rouge!
pippin took - lord of the rings
#tag games#i love this type of quiz. i could do this for all my ocs fr. i didn't pick the top 5 for everyone but just the ones i liked the most bc yea#vesper having katniss as first match. yea i'll obsess over this for the next 5 days. AND cassie. it means the world to me#akira i'm so sorry btw for having the grey guy as your second top match i literally don't know what went wrong ://#also eva had patrizia reggiani (gucci guy wife) in top 100 which is. funny i guess bc i once saw one of her interviews and she was like#'i have one flaw i don't know how to aim right (FKJDSH???) so i had to find someone (to kill my husband for me/she literally says#i needed some beagle boys)' and huh. just. yea#oc: vesper#oc: fenix#oc: akira#oc: evangelia#oc: joelle#oc: nina#FENIX WITH FLEABAG BTW I'LL KILL MYSELF
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I can’t stop imagining cowboy Silco wearing Cad Bane’s hat. He’d use the big ass brim to cover his face and try to appear as menacing as possible like Bane
So long as it's like the clone wars verison where it's big.
why they kept making his hat so smol
#another reason I don't like book of boba#kept making his hat smol#also modern star wars alien make up in general is so bad unless they look mostly human#-looks at the grand inquisitor- scratch that actually#also cowboy silco is getting a part 2#people keep giving me good ideas and I'm vibrating#sweaty asks
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Main Masterlist (as of 07/20/2022)
Per an anon ask, I have best compiled all of the inbox request and or prompts I have received from over a while. Hence all the updated hyper links and lists of fandoms down below. I will also post this on my main pinned post as well.
Edit (7/20/2022): so apparently there’s a link limit, so I’ll make a second composite masterlist to add on some remaining ones from my blog. As of now, here’s what is compiled so far. 💕
Ao3
Ao3 link above👆is a Hodgepodge of other fics, drabbles, fan weeks, fandoms and series/WIP’s
Kinktober 2022
LINK TBA
Final Fantasy - Sephiroth
Critical Role
Vox Machina - don’t you break my heart // the princess // dating hc’s // swan princess // baby VM // baby VM2 // falling // soft Percy // baby VM girl // first steps // guardian Vax // gods and glory // baby VM angst // poly vaxleth // angry hc’s // mirajane reader // love potion // shy with kisses // cool but fierce // bonded for life // holding hands // Snow White sleep // Percy romance // sweet scanlan // “arranged marriage”angst // under pressure // magic tattoos // Mother’s Day // powerful witch // Percy soulmate // tragic past //
The Mighty Nein - crush hugs with VM // angst // Caleb writing prompt //
Bell’s Hells and Crown Keepers - nicknames with VM // kissing prompts with Percy //
EXU: Calamity - loquacious HC’s // leaving Avalir angst //
Genshin Impact - red panda // love goddess
Arcane and League of Legends - I wrote and write for Viego // Viktor, Jayce, and Silco
Love Languages
Assassin’s Creed - Arno // Ezio // feat multifandom // multifan tea hc’s //
Pirates of the Caribbean - James Norrington
Marvel/DC - I have drabbles and stories for Loki, Jotun Loki, Thor: Love and Thunder (WIP), Aquaman, Superman, and The Batman (Battinson) and many more on my Ao3
nightcrawler
Monster Fics - These are either centric to my OC (Hazel) or are Reader-centric
Curtain call
Star Wars - There’s also some Darth Maul, Boba Fett, and Mandolorian stuff on my ao3 well
Castlevania - artsy love // beach day with CR // multi boys love hc’s // shy kiss // music hc’s // holding hands // I forgot a kiss with CR // wolfwalker HC’s // parent headcanons // linking pinkies // painful past //
Alucard - hit for Alucard // bath hc’s // dragon love // dragon love 2 // lounging love // hesitant, shy reader // cowboy alucard // sequel spin-off // prompt 50 kiss // prompt 8 kiss // hollow knight // prompt 38 i love you // prompt 39, 17 kiss // caring for sick // magician love // expressive love // wearing his coat // affectionate one //
Isaac, Hector - family HC’s (with trev and Al) // Disney princess w/ Trio and VM // hector 16 prompt kiss //
Trevor, Sypha - artsy love
Greta - artsy love // poly with OT3 // poly with Alucard
Dracula - taking a hit w+ Trevor, Hector and Isaac // multi boys love hc’s // shy kiss // Lisa apprentice //
Dragon Age - Wolfwalkers
Hellboy/Hellboy II
Baldur’s Gate - Astarion
The Witcher - Geralt
Blood of Zeus
bikini beach // drunk with CV // seraphim smut and angst
Stranger Things
Eddie Munson - blackbird /// i need a hero
Steve and Eddie poly smut
#critical role#dragon age#pirates of the caribbean#stranger things#writing masterlist#writing masterpost#tlovm#vox machina#boz#blood of zeus#castlevania#baldur's gate 3#the witcher#fanfic#writeblr#hellboy#hellboy ii: the golden army#exophilia#long post#the arcana#marvel#Star Wars#dc#multi fandom#assassin’s creed#genshin impact#arcane league of legends#final fantasy#smut
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