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lullabyes22-blog · 9 months

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Who is your favorite Arcane artist?

Oh lord.

Arcane has such an insanely talented array of artists - I legit wouldn't know who to choose, if I could choose at all.

I'll just dump love on 'em<3

@aromansoul is to artwork what Mozart is to symphonies - every single piece feels like a fantasy epic and will give you shivers with the sheer incoherent-making awesomeness. Just... the colors, the composition, the frames. Everything is drool-worthy.

@goathag has a wonderfully detailed style that's reminiscent of old Lemony Snicket illustrations but also so beautifully zany and unique (and in equal turns hilarious and heartwarming). I re-read their Jinx and Silco comics and go 'Aww' everytime.

@shahs1221 will knock your socks off with their brilliant use of coloring, and make you go Va-Va-Vooooom at the crisp linework, impeccable body language and stellar facial expressions. Shahs takes smoking hot characters and makes them smolder.

@iseutz has a style that makes you feel as if you've walked straight into an animated epic from the golden Don Bluth era of cinema. Every gradation of color makes your jaw drop and gives you butterflies. Also did I mention it's dizzyingly pretty? *_*

@silcosentropy is my absolute favorite for gritty linework, staggering levels of detail, and bold coloring. They also never 'filter' the lines, scars and wrinkles that are so intrinsic to a unique character design (and to the human experience) and the results are nothing short of breathtaking.

@dcartcorner will make you feel like you're in a 90's arcade with the poppy colors, fresh compositions, adorable expressions, and general atmosphere of whimsical nostalgia. Bonus: they do rarepair artwork and their AU's are loads of fun.

@captaincapslock takes the crown for the most awesome Saturday Morning Cartoons style. Their 'Welcome to the Lanes' comic makes me feel like a kid tuning in to watch my favorite show way back in the 90s, and the energy is sharp, zippy, and bold, with ingenious use of frames.

@frenchublog is a feast for the eyes and I cheer every time they post. Their mastery of dynamic poses, off-kilter angles and lively character expressions all pack so much personality and punch. Also their Silco & Jinx pieces break my heart.

@pluviofleur has the most fun and fantastic twists to each character. Their sheep!Silco and monkey!Jinx are delightful and full of so much drama and personality. Also they do ponies. So many ponies.

@zkyfall does fabulous line drawings and monochrome works that have such a classic Bond-era vibe. Their Silco also looks deliciously scrunkly and full of Tired Dad energy.

@perfectlywingedart takes the cake for artwork that makes you feel like you are EATING cake. The textures have such a smooth finish and the lines are so sleek and the colors are so yum. Very lickable artwork :3

@revewrites does delightful doodles with lovely pastel colors and a fabulous caricature style like you'd see on old school Victorian-era comics. Silco's ears hehehe...

@lipsticksandmolotovs would not call themselves a fanartist - but their gif designs, manips, graphics and web layouts are absolute eye candy and deserve all the kudos.

These are just some of the artists whose works I enjoy - and whom I can recall off the top of my head. This fandom has many, many, MANY awesome artists and each of them deserve all the praise and hugs.

Thank you for sharing your talent and making the fandom brighter 💗

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane sevika #sevika #arcane vi #vi #arcane mel #mel medarda #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #arcane fanart #arcane fanartists

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kikorenart · 1 year

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Celebrating the PP collective by turning them into a vine compilation.

#kikorenart asks #shitpost #parm palace shenanigans #vine compilation

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pomegranatebat · 1 year

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Pom do you have any advice for someone who’s new to digital art and drawing in general? So far I’ve practiced tracing stuff to try and get used to drawing certain things, but I haven’t noticed much progress.

Here’s some help from me! I’m self-taught so I don’t know anything too specific but I DO know that at least one anatomy sketch a day improves your work immensely! I’m not super knowledgeable on colors/digital painting so that may be a question to ask my lovely friend @aromansoul !

#art tutorial #kinda?#sketch #art help #reference #my asks #Pom asks #Pom lore #beginner artist

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thesaltybuns · 2 years

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Confused boomer dad can’t figure out how the self check out works while getting boba for his daughter who insisted at 1am that she absolutely needed it.

Silly (yes that’s a pun) prompt courtesy of @chickenparm and @aromansoul 💖

#silco #funny silco #arcane #silco prompt #good dad silco #grumpy dad silco

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x-amount-verbs · 2 years

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Eh fuck it. I’m not done, but here’s the first part of a three part ficlet starring boxer!Silco (more like fighter!silco in this, cause I did research on ufc, but whatever). I just named it the same thing as @aromansoul ‘s original artwork ^^’ Idk if/when the rest will get posted, but this is been mocking me from my drafts, and to refrain from posting ch9 of A Helping Hand, I’ll just post this instead OuO’

Zaun Underground Champion (1/3)

[silco x gn!reader*] [sfw] [boxer!silco] [part 1 of 3; short] [pt 2]

*there’s a pejorative that some might see as gendered femme but I don’t think it is, so idk, up to you

You took notice of him the first night you went.

He didn’t look like the type of guy who could last in the ring, and - honestly - you kind of expected him to lose. Maybe even in a spectacular fashion. He was too scrawny— not bone thin, but he didn’t have the heft of some of the other guys you saw that night; there was no way he could stack up to someone like, for instance, the last big name champion, Vander.

(Not that you’d ever found your way to underground fighting tournaments before now, but that was the name circulating the crowd. Apparently he’d given up the profession shortly after his championship a few years ago.)

His first bout was against someone of similar build, both announced by the ref, both names slipping your mind almost immediately. What didn’t slip your mind was the nickname. The Eye of Zaun. It wasn’t hard to guess why.

That first bout was tame, though you didn’t realize it at the time. Both fighters tried for grappling more than strikes, each escaping the hold of the other. It was a slow burn for that night, until the Eye got his opponent in a hold and made a solid strike to the kidneys. Suddenly things amped up, but not for long. First round was called on time, but in the second round he landed a blow to the opponent’s stomach that put him down and in a submission hold, leg ready to break before the guy tapped out.

Second bout earned him a few rough body shots, but he still came out on top. He was nearly fouled on an iffy elbow strike, but no ref called it despite the uproar from a few enthusiastic attendees outside the ring. Third fight was an absolute mess. The Eye may not have had the mass of some other fighters that night, but he certainly had the brutality. Both sides got fouled for violations to the loose rules of the tournament, strikes that left both men bloody and swollen, the Eye practically spitting fury after his opponent scratched at the man’s already scarred face.

That was the first night you saw him.

But it wasn’t the last.

It became your guilty secret, hearing about the matches from customers, figuring out how to get to them (when you could, with your odd schedule). Every night you went, you hoped to see him. The speed, the agility, the grace of the man was unparalleled. A scrappy underdog at first sight, if you saw him from the wrong side; a truly imposing threat if you saw the other.

He stayed high in the rankings for his class, even participating in a few cross-class fights for higher winnings. He won probably 90% of his matches. The man was good. An expert at weaving and dodging, with wiry arms that could get around a man’s neck and choke him out. Even if there were a few dirty tricks he pulled on occasion, sometimes getting called for it and other times slipping it in unnoticed.

You never expected to actually meet the man in person. But after a match held conveniently close to your workplace, you lingered in the area after most had cleared out, visiting one of your favorite food stalls around the corner.

When you came back, needing to pass the fight venue to reach your bar, you spotted him leaned against the wall, hand cupped around a lighter, cigarette loosely resting between his lips.

You couldn’t help but stare. There was a butterfly bandage across a thin laceration that marred his forehead, and the fire wasn’t the only thing burning dimly in the shadow of the rickety roof/second level of the venue building; there were tiny points of glow in the deepest furrows around his eye, not to mention the eye itself, like an ember on coal. From afar the darkened skin around the eye - or even the eye itself - might pass for an injury if not for the sparks.

He spotted your stare, and raised a brow, apparently unfazed by any pain from the now scrunched wound on his forehead. “What are you looking at?”

Shaking your head, you looked down. Only to look up again, and take a calculated few steps in his direction. “I’ve seen you fight,” you explained. “You’re really good.”

“Appreciated,” his tone was dry. He didn’t offer any more beyond that.

You wanted to say more, but weren’t sure what else to add. You simply paused, fidgeted, looked at the bruises on his hands.

It took him a couple tries with the lighter, seemingly low on fuel, but then the thing was lit and the burn matched his eye. “…Anything else?” It was a pointed look, telling you to politely step the fuck off.

You didn’t take the hint. “Let me buy you a drink.”

The Eye huffed a sardonic laugh. “Sweetheart,” the name was obviously mocking you, “now is not the time.”

“Some other time then,” you said boldly, shrugging a shoulder. Jerking your chin to the building beyond, you added, “Find me behind the bar. A drink on the house, next time you’re in.”

Thin lips formed a grim smile. “We’ll see. Regardless; appreciate the offer.”

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[next part]

#slow start which is why I was like eeehhh not sure if it’s worth sharing #so thank study for encouraging it #also read study’s silco POV for that art it’s AMAZING #boxer!silco #silco x reader #silco x gn!reader #silco x gender neutral reader #x-amount-writes #Zaun underground champion #wip:zaun underground champion

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silcosentropy · 2 years

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My entry into @aromansoul’s Boxer!Silco AU

TW: Blood, Injury, Graphic description of violence, angst, whump My entry, or an attempt on thereof, is set about a week or two after Arcane episode 3, so it features Act 1 Silco, Powder, and Sevika, as well as mentions of Vander and vague hints on Vanco.

I also focused on bare knuckle fighting instead of straight up boxing.

PART ONE HERE

This is part 2/5

'Til I’m laughing alone - ROUND 1

They tap their wrapped fists together in the center, their eyes meeting, studiously observing each other. Kassal doesn’t seem like the typical brawler Silco would meet here during his active years. There’s intelligence in his dark eyes, not yet fogged by multiple concussions. He doesn’t look Silco up and down ostentatiously, doesn’t curve his lips in a cruel manner to belittle his opponent with his unbeatable confidence.

Kassal is respectful, purposeful. His sight travels to Silco’s destroyed eye, clearly calculating if he can see with it.

The answer a decade ago would be ‘very well’, the answer today is ‘poorly’, but Kassal doesn’t need to know that.

Silco doesn’t waste this short moment pondering. He takes into account Kassal's nose, which has clearly been broken recently.

Good. If it has been a recent injury, it will still be tender. No swelling, but there is a yellow outline around the bridge and in the corners of both his eyes. It has been broken alright. About two weeks ago. That will come in handy.

As they separate to step into respectful distance, Silco quickly travels his sight over Kassal’s body, searching for more target spots. A greenish line of bruising on the left side of his ribcage close to the stomach is one. The second would be his left shoulder, which doesn’t roll with ease, and he keeps it lower - it might have been dislocated or the clavicle has been broken in the past.

It's the clavicle. There is a slight bump close to the shoulder that isn't present on the opposite side. It has been fractured and mended poorly.

That’s it. That’s all he gets. Three places that can be his means to victory and a few dirty tricks he’s learned in the past. He would pull those if the referee is prone to turn a blind eye. Silco would test it soon enough.

It isn’t much but it’s better than nothing at all.

The bell rings.

Silco takes a stance. Right foot forward, left back, both hands balled in fists high to defend the face, right shoulder towards the opponent slightly. He bounces, only a little bit, keeping the blood flowing, breathing a bit shallow.

And this is when his first advantage gets thrown out of the window.

Kassal smiles almost apologetically, and takes the exact same stance.

Silco grits his teeth. His opponent is a leftie as well.

No matter.

They circle in the opening dance, testing, building up, launching forwards, stepping back, swift jab kisses the opponent's defense just to be swatted away. A turn, switch of legs, heels barely touching the floor, eyes fixed on the other. The sounds of the crowd are gone, the rest of the room dips into darkness and all they have is this foreplay under the flickering light.

There is intimacy in that shared moment. A twisted one, granted, but still - what they share now is a tension of the unknown. Soon, they will share pain, sweat, and blood.

The years between them might mean everything or nothing. Their reasons for this meeting make them strangers. A push and a pull, all at the same time until one of them strikes.

Silco leaves the honors to Kassal. He was always the one to draw the first contact but today is different. He won't be the one to initiate. All he wants from this night is to either drown or become stronger again.

Kassal tests the ground with a sudden jab aimed for the center of Silco's face.

Silco blocks, feels the swish of a low hook and pain explodes in his right side.

He steps back, huffs a breath. Kassal moves into a right hook, Silco leans back to dodge it, the fist swishes an inch or two from his nose. A step back, he switches his legs and springs forwards.

Chest to chest, he clinches Kassal, turns them from the referee, and draws a half circle with his left elbow, the sharp bone crashing into Kassal's jaw.

His opponent gasps, the crowd screams at the foul move.

The referee doesn't call him out, making Silco smirk. It's one of those refs, one that will overlook an illegal move to rile up the crowd, as long as they're not too ostentatious.

The soles of their boots squeak on the varnished floor as they separate.

Kassal is blinking out sweat, frowning in pain. His hand jumps briefly to his cheekbone, marked red by Silco's elbow.

Silco feels his mouth stretching into a grin, this is what he hoped for. If he can fight dirty, his advantages are back up by one. It's only fair, given the size and weight of his much younger opponent.

Kassal's hands go up in defense as he advances again.

Silco blocks both left and right hooks to the side of his face, raising his shoulders and tucking his head between them. He steps back, retaliates with a right uppercut and misses.

A fist flies into the opening he offers, a strong hook on the cheek.

The strength of the impact snaps his head to the side and his defense falters for a second.

Hook to the scarred cheekbone followed by an uppercut to the ribs.

It punches the air out of his lungs and forces him another two steps back. In the daze, Silco feels cold, metal bars on his back.

Damnit.

He raises his guard right in time as Kassal swarms him with continuous hits. Silco keeps his head protected, his opponents wrapped knuckles connect with anything and everything, left and right. Shoulders, upper arms, unguarded sides, ribs, pressing him into the bars.

Silco clinches him, arms around Kassal's upper body, in desperate urge to disengage them.

He turns them, spins them around to get away from the bars, and as he lets go, his opponent sends a jab into Silco's face.

The knuckles crush his upper lip to the canine, and hot blood fills Silco's mouth.

He staggers and spits, grimacing.

The sight of the first blood makes the crowd explode in delight.

There's no time for Silco to recuperate from the impact still vibrating through his teeth. He only manages to partially attempt to raise his guard.

Not high enough, Kassal's dominant hand swings a hook into Silco's right cheekbone, spinning him to the side.

His shoulder collides with metal and he's back exactly where he tried so hard not to be, on the bars.

Silco is disoriented, dazed. He doesn’t even see Kassal approach with the uppercut to his chin, much less the headbutt to his forehead that follows.

The bell saves him.

He lowers, hands on his knees and head hanging. He doesn’t hear over the high pitched buzzing in his ears, much less comprehend the strong arm that roughly grabs his shoulder and shoves him towards the corner and onto a chair.

“What the fuck, Silco?”

A familiar voice brings him back into full consciousness. He lifts his head, it feels like it’s wobbling on his neck but it just might be the vertigo. Sevika looks half furious, half concerned, her lips are peeling in a grimace as she forces Silco’s face upwards so she can wipe the blood off of his mouth with a wet towel in her remaining hand.

“Sevika? What��”

“The dumb kid followed you so I followed her.” She nods below the stage. This snaps Silco back fully, eyes wide, he glances down, where Jinx holds on the lowest bar by both hands, looking up at him with something like guilt.

“I just wanted to know where’re you going…” She mutters defensively.

Sevika dismisses her with an eyeroll.

“No time for chit-chatting,” she turns to Silco, holding his chin and turning his face to see the damage, “This was incredibly stupid. End it.”

“No. I need this..” he swats her hand away, grabbing the towel from her to wipe his face.

“Take Jinx home. Now.”

“I don’t wanna go!”

“He’s gonna kill you.” Sevika ignores the child’s plea, “look at you, round one and you’re barely standing up.”

Silco grits his teeth. He tries to blink the sweat away, it stings in his left eye, but that isn’t what bothers him - it’s the throbbing pain in the right, the way he can see the edge of his cheekbone when he looks straight. It’s clearly swelling up. Not the best start to the match. His opponent being left handed is a serious problem - Silco has very little vision left in the left eye, most of the nerves on that side are dead too - an orthodox fighter would aim their best hits precisely there, meanwhile a leftie will leave more damage to the good part of Silco’s face. With his right eye, the one that he actually needs, swelling up already, he might never make it through the match. Three more well measured hits and it could close, leaving him with nothing but a red tinted blur of lights and shadows.

“Get some ice for the next bell.” He utters, standing up as the break is over. He would love to just order Sevika to take Jinx and go, leave him to this, but they are already here and with the way the situation is evolving, he might actually need help.

Sevika turns after him.

“What should I do with the kid?”

“Don’t lose her.” he shrugs.

#arcane #silco #fic #boxing #bare knuckle fight #sevika #powder #fight #violence #whump

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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Blog Recommendations

Hello all, I decided to post a fic (coming out later tonight) to celebrate 2k followers, but also I wanted to recommend some blogs, cause 1. This other creators are amazing and 2. I wanna see milestone work

These aren't in any particular order and I'll put a brief blurb beside each one just to explain what they're about

@ink-and-dagger Ya know her, ya love her. Seriously if you're not following Inky or reading Drink with me, fool of a took. I'm gonna be following Inky into the end so if you're here for the long-haul be prepared

@a-gal-with-taste Gal has so many works, that it's hard to pick a favorite. But right now we're getting Flawed, and you should def check that out

@chickenparm You enjoy bastard blorbos? A variety of content awaits you here, with John Seed, Spike Spiegel, and Silco. I'm gonna be following Chicken for life, and with her writing skills, she'll get you to fall for new blorbos everyday

@vasiktomis also has John Seed content, but also has Marcus and Silco from Arcane (Vida is an excellent OC as well I wanna marry her AND have her punch me in the face). An artist and an author, they're amazing and also some grade A shitposts

@simpfiles Simp's headcanons are fucking high tier. Like same grade as fics I've read, have me staring at the screen and making (good) noises. Also incredibly funny with good takes A+ you should follow

@designfailure56 Design I love you, and you need to change your name to Design Success. With amazing designs for not only Silco x Reader fics, but Solas from DA art along with amazing DnD Designs, you should follow Design for some good art

@pomegranatebat They're a wonderful, tough funny lil guy. Bringing joy and shitposts to life, they also have amazing painting and animation skills. You should follow (and commission) them

@zkyfall amazing art, amazing fics. Funny and super nice. I have notifications on for when they post because I know it's gonna be amazing

@x-amount-verbs Helping Hand is becoming one of those fics where I know I'm gonna re-read it years down the line. A+ writing, super funny and kind. (You should also follow their main @onewhoturns)

@aromansoul love love love you Sharky, giving us amazing boxer Silco and that amazing Silco and Jinx comic. Gonna be following Sharky forever (and you should be too)

@insult-2-injury one of the funniest people here, I will continue to love her even if she wears a jiaper with some jorts overtop. An incredible fic writer too, and please check out the masterlist you will not be disappointed

@lemmielem WORKS WAY TOO HARD GIVING US AMAZING STUFF. Lemmie you need a day off, and a nice drink and to be read all the Silco fics, while we follow you around and fan you (because we're your fans)

@iseutz SUSU IS ANOTHER ARTIST AUTHOR COMBO. Writing beautiful fic, drawing amazing art. I adore you, would marry 10/10 person

@of-the-argonath I MISS YOU SHER. COME BACK. Writing incredible fics, such as a Dragon Arcane fic, and Love thy Neighbour, I am swooning and in love. Go read it

@kikorenart following for life. Kiko's art is beautiful, and your art with Silco is so inspiring, I got some stickers of it. Also creator of some of the most cursed art I've seen, love you <3

@lemonmancer another artist who needs to be fanned and adored. Drawing not juts Arcane, but Resident Evil too with the magento husband. Fanastic art, and also wrote some amazing x Reader fics

@six-feet-sleep fun fact, I didn't realize until like I went for a re-read Six wrote a fic I commented on and replied to me, long before I actually met her. An incredible author, one of the funniest authors I've ever seen, along with being an amazing artist

@mazikomo Not only one of the best fic headcanons or writers, with new fic In too Deep, but also one of the greatest bakers the world has ever seen. Really likes beans too, if you like em

@astudyincontrasts have you read penance yet? Cause me and Inky review the chapters each time one comes out. Personal lil bookclub, they also have amazing Viktor x Reader and some boxer!Silco fics!

@dad-dumpster The Daddiest with the largest dumpy. Art is A tier, I'm never gonna get over with how you draw Silco's hair, and now stuff with the DBD guys. I have so many emotions about it (all positive ones) go follow em

@arcanescribbles though their name is Arcanescribbles, I'm gonna be following even when the Arcane stuff stops. their artwork is beautiful and I know it's gonna be in art gallery one day

@thesaltybuns CREATING SO MUCH ART FOR US! o7 thank you for your service, and letting us view all of your art. It's amazing and I'm lucky to know you Buns! <3 <3 (you can also see @thespicybuns for some other artwork hehehehehehe)

This is getting pretty long so I'm gonna list some other accounts if you like Silco stuff here below, you should follow them for the good good content (also they all seem very nice!)

@purpurniymstitel @ashc-drawing-art-corner @cuckconnosieur @deny-the-issue @steponmesilco @vinciwolf @silcobussy @tsukioreo @heydeerie @fic-heaven @witchypandamonium @sunofzaun @itstracker @ironandglass @lilli-chae @shahs1221 @agoutighost @dust-of-starsandlittle-hopes @silcoitus @perfectlywingedcrusade @flower-of-zaun @whooooshhhhhh

#I'm sure I missed some people #and I'm sorry if I missed you!#I'm very dumb but please go follow all these geniuses #its a me sweaty #there's also probably a lot of cross-following already but I wanted to still shout out cause I'm a lameo and want each of these blogs #to have more love

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astudyincontrasts · 2 years

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Will We ever get more boxer! Silco? Asking for an friend 🥴

Because @aromansoul loves him and I would bend heaven, earth, and hell to bring roman any joy they wished, the answer to that is a yes.

#no solid plans for the time being though #look for more from verbs too #there’s a part three to their work eventually #boxer!silco #when the time is right

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vanders-prodigyy · 2 years

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Haven’t posted on here recently. Feeling very Vi today after trying not to get my ass kicked in my sparring class today. And yes that is Boxer Silco by aromansoul in the background.

#vi arcane #vi #arcane #my face #vi cosplay #shoutout to my peeps who love both Silco and Vi

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mazikomo · 2 years

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For the Sake of a Fight

inspired by @aromansoul‘s amazing art of boxer!Silco and my ever present fixation on Jacob at the fight clubs

Arcane and Assassin’s Creed crossover because sometimes you need to write your blorbos beating the shit out of each other

AO3 link

1,476 words

SWF, canon typical violence

The air was stifling but it was nothing compared to the mines he had grown up working in. Silco disregarded the mud and cheap ale under his boots as he shoved his way forward through the crowd. His eye was finally healed enough that he could venture out and the shouting had drawn him to the area. Its volume increased the closer he got. Finally, he was able to lean his forearms on the railing to watch. The fighting ring was crude, likely thrown together with scraps from the construction happening all around the deep pit that had been the chosen location for the fight club.

It seemed he had arrived in the middle of the night's events. There were four men in the ring but it didn’t seem to be an even fight as three were all focused on the one. He was a shorter man with a stocky build and slicked back hair that was falling into his face. However, that didn’t seem to impede him one bit as he smoothly dodged another blow. He grabbed the man by the arm that had just swung past him, twisted it back, and with a firm kick from his boot in the middle of the man’s back, sent him flying into the edge of the ring. The man instantly doubled over the blunt railing and even from the distance, Silco knew ribs had been broken.

Silco saw a grin on the slick-haired man’s face as he turned to his remaining competitors. In a flash, he struck one in the gut, grabbed his wrist, violently twisted it until the man was on his knees. He then shoved his own knee into the lowered head and still managed to spin around in time to catch the other attacker with a kick to the thigh. The man was thrown off balance and it was easy to grab and toss him into the other. A loud clunk! resounded as heads collided and both men slumped down. They were out cold.

A strangely dressed man with a large B on his hat with tickets stuck into its ribbon entered the ring and stepped over the pair. He grabbed the arm of the victor and hoisted it into the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen, once again our victor is Mr. Frye!” Some erupted in cheers while others threw their tickets onto the ground with a scowl. Those who were truly angry stomped them into the mud as if that would earn their lost money back. The man continued, “Are there any who think they can beat the champion?!”

Silco lifted himself from the railing. Just the thing to let off some steam.

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Jacob’s eyebrows rose as he watched the lithe man duck under the railing and step into the ring with him. He couldn’t weigh more than nine stone sopping wet. There was something about the way the man carried himself though, calm steps and head held high. Jacob stopped short when he saw the man's face. A lidless, blazing red eye met his gaze and Jacob felt as if it was looking straight through him. The eye was surrounded by mangled flesh that appeared as if it would fall off from the slightest agitation. His no doubt now curious stare was held with a confident one in return as if challenging Jacob to dare pity him. The man clearly came to fight.

“You do this kind of thing often mate?” he asked.

The man rolled his shoulders and shook his arms out. “Stalling with conversation are we?”

Jacob shrugged, “Have it your way then.” and just like that the atmosphere shifted. The fight was on.

They paced around each other. Fists held up but neither making the first move. If he was completely honest, yes he had been stalling. Jacob had lost track of how many opponents he had fought somewhere around the third round of the evening. He was only in the current match because the crowd had yet to dissipate.

He studied the man before him again. There seemed to be something boiling under his skin. Jacob knew the feeling well enough. Most of his time before arriving in London had been spent in various pubs and back alleys getting up to no good. If that’s what his opponent wanted then he was happy to provide.

He took one more steady breath and drew a punch back for the man’s left side. His strike was swiftly blocked and a counter blow contacted with his stomach. So the red eye still worked then.

The man made for another blow but Jacob quickly side stepped it. He returned the shot to his stomach with his own and added in another for good measure. While the man hunched over his gut, Jacob grabbed his shoulders and head butted him. Practice had made it so the move did not affect himself as much as his opponent.

The man shook his head and snarled. He was broadcasting his moves and Jacob easily ducked the incoming swing to his head. He clenched his hands in one another and swung his body upwards, driving his elbow into the man’s nose.

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Silco spat out the blood seeping into his mouth.

He lunged at his opponent. The familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins for the first time in months. His blows were blocked but he didn’t care. After being cooped up for so long he had an excess of energy that needed to be let out.

An uppercut to his opponent’s jaw finally landed and Silco quickly followed up with a kick to his side. He grabbed his opponent’s hair and in quick succession delivered three punches to his face. On the forth, he released his grip and let them fly backwards.

His opponent grinned back at him with blood in his teeth. “Feisty one aren’t we?” He mocked.

Silco flew forward again, eager to punch the smile off his face. However, once again his opponent side stepped his punch. He felt hands grab his arm, but before the foot he knew was coming could connect with his back, Silco yanked his arm to his chest. He lurched in on himself and flipped the man over him flat onto his back.

—

Jacob stared up bewildered. He did not think the man had the strength for that but clearly he was wrong. A muddy boot came into his view and he quickly rolled out of the way before if could connect with his face.

While the man stumbled Jacob shot to his feet. “You know, if you wanted to sweep me off my feet, you could’ve just bought me a drink.” he teased.

The man responded with a swift punch but Jacob easily ducked it. He jabbed the back of the man’s shoulder then followed up with a swift right hook. This time, he was able to land a blow onto the red eye. His previous suspicion was confirmed as blood instantly welled within the cracks of the mangled flesh.

“Red looks good on you!”

Something must have snapped in the man as suddenly he was on him in a fury of strikes. Jacob managed to block most but a blow to his stomach had him doubling over. Immediately, a bony knee was brought up into his nose and Jacob’s head flew back only to be struck again with a fist. An eye for an eye it seemed.

—

Silco threw his opponent from him but the man only stumbled back a step and flashed that stupid grin again. Silco quite literally saw red as he shot forward once more. His fists were wild as he swung, not even aiming anymore.

His opponent hunkered down for the worst of it. Silco’s blows continued to strike braced arms and he eventually realized it was futile. He took a step back and raised his leg. However, his opponent quickly latched onto the opening and a sharp uppercut connected with his head while his own foot slammed into the man’s knee.

Silco fell onto his back with a spinning head. A thump to his side told him the man had fallen to his knees. That wouldn’t do. He may be down but there would be no victor for this match. Silco managed to brace himself on his side and in a last ditch effort swung his leg into the man’s side sending him sprawling.

They both laid in the mud panting. Through the ringing in his ears, Silco could hear a bell ring.

“Seems the bookie’s seen enough.” the man next to him chuckled. “Name’s Jacob by the way, Jacob Frye.”

“Silco.” Jacob seemed to wait for him to continue. “just, Silco.”

“Alright, well Silco, I could use a spitfire like you in my gang. What do you say?”

Silco lazily turned his head to look at Jacob.

“I don’t take orders.”

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