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I need Mel to have a girlfriend especially after the shit that Jayce just pulled on her. Which I’m not even mad at him for that but it’s like damn man why you dating this pretty, elegant woman but you yearning for Viktor? Wasting her timeee

Anyway, Mel deserves to get pampered by an another woman who would absolutely worship the ground she walks on and would rather poke her eyes out than look at anyone but Mel in a romantic sense

Y’know what also funny though? Mel is the only gal in arcane that doesn’t have a little sapphic ship going on in the fandom. For example Jinx has Lux as her little side ship, we need something like that for Mel ASAP 🙌🏾 if Mel appears in the next projects of arcane she must have this

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Took one day off after Thanksgiving from writing but was still able to pull through and add 1069 words to chapter one 😋🙌🏾

Officially I’m done with scene one and my word count currently comes to 4130 words 😅 hopefully the rest of the six scenes will be wayyy easier to write faster

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(All this writing and I’ve had yet to make a title for this story 😔 typical issues)

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Jinx, the woman you are-

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When you get told to do something you already doing;

When you see someone fine and their tall;

When your friend says something stupid yet again;

When you get reminded of that thing you was suppose to do late at night but didn’t do yet;

When you see someone’s wife hitting their husband on the head;

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The motto I live by ✊🏾

Daily affirmations

If Miranda has a million lovers I'm one of them. If she has one lover it's me. If she has 0 lovers I have died. If the world is against Miranda I am against the world

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Since its thanksgiving I’m going to skip out on writing my daily 1020+ words, but I’m going to give a little peak at what I wrote so far

Current word count status is 2992 words and I’m still only on scene one of likely six scenes in this chapter 😅 first chapter is definitely going to end up being pretty long

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Remember when I said that Valley Of The Dolls by MARINA was literally Donna’s song? Well there is a another song that was made just for Donna and that is Lure by Christian Reindl

Like literally that matches Donna’s character vibe so much it’s creepy, and there’s even a childish voice singing at one point of the song and it always make me think of Angie when I hear it.

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This, this right here is what I believe when it comes to Donna’s personality. Angie is her outlet that she seems to have the ability to power down and bring back to life with ease. Angie is not her own individual I do believe, well more like Angie doesn’t have her own personality that much. All of Angie’s personality is Donna’s is basically what I’m saying.

Yall, I just thought of something. So. Donna Beneviento doesn’t necessarily talk right. And she uses Angie to go and interact and talk to people for her. So just imagine, since Angie is basically Donna talking. That means Donna isn’t a sweet baby angel, she’s a hidden, chaotic, loud (kid almost.)

Idk why but I find that funny.

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I don’t know if anyone remembers but one of Miranda voice lines goes something like this; “The villagers, those four new children, they could do nothing to persuade my years of loneliness.”

This line makes me feel sad since it seems like Miranda did believed and hoped that the love of her followers and the four lords birth would bring her some feeling that would fill in the hole that Eva left in her heart in one point of her life.

But obviously in the end her motherly love couldn’t go to four other “children” of her’s when she wasn’t even able to give enough love to Eva due to her sudden death.

UGH this shit is breaking my heart cause imagine Miranda actually trying to move on with her life once she sees how much love she gets from villagers and a few of her lords but just fucking can’t cause Eva is always in the back of her mind. What if that’s why she adopted Donna??

What if she hoped to actually raise Donna as a true daughter when she decided to adopt her, but one single thought of Eva made Miranda just switch all the way up and now only wish to further her experiments 😭😭 (I'm so delusional)

Miranda is a whole heartbreak and I hate the Spanish for making the Spanish flu (I’m joking, I’m jokinggg)

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Do you have favourite voice lines of Miranda?

Oooo I have quite a few but my favorite out of them all is; “Your fatherly devotion can bring a tears to ones eye” You have to hear how she says this it’s just so flat sounding that it’s hilarious. Miranda is so sassy and sarcastic that it’s crazy because you could look back when we met her in the meeting with the four lords and she wouldn’t seem like the type to act like this.

These are a few of my favorite runners ups;

“Die, Die, Die, die, dieee” This is when she is in her mutant form and this line is just a great example of how hard she was crashing out while fighting Ethan, woman was not in the mood to play with that man

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell little Rose she never had a father!”

“Come now Ethan just let death take you,” her voice sounds so nice in this line I swear I kick my feet every time I hear it.

“You walking corpse” One of her mean ass comments that I love so much

“Here I come, hold still” She is so playful sounding when she says this I love it

These are the last bit of my runner-ups. I honestly love almost all of her lines but these always stand out to me when I listen to her voice lines.

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Have I thought of another Miranda fanfic idea even though I already have eight ideas that have yet to be built on? Yes, but this story is a lot more interesting to me (plus I already started writing it soo)

Ok so basically I was thinking about this question that popped up in my head while in the shower; what if RE8 was placed in a more modernized setting? Well, realistically the question was what if Miranda cult was in a modern setting, but it’s still the same question honestly.

Basically, Miranda is still a cult leader but she doesn’t rule over a village since she lives deep in the woods with the four lords in a mansion (cause Miranda is rich asf in this story). She still is stealing children and experimenting with people who believe in her.

Oh, speaking of the lords they are actually the interesting twist of this story idea. In this story idea, the four lords are children/preteens and instead of being called the four lords, they are instead called the four chosen since they don’t rule over anything. There are some changes to their looks (specifically Salvatore), personality, and behavior because of their new age range.

Now reader’s whole role in the story is that they are a cop who becomes obsessed over Miranda’s case (due to backstory reasons that I can’t say rn) and has been hunting down Miranda for years. Anyway, reader is a stubborn ass in this story so she does a stupid thing and goes by herself to Miranda’s property after a report that someone’s kid has been recently kidnapped (like not even a hour).

I’m sure it’s obvious what happens due to this stupid decision. I mean atleast reader tried tho 🤷‍♀️

So yeah that’s basically the whole story idea for now, I’m writing currently slowly since I didn’t do any story planning or plotline for this idea. This is kinda my way of organizing my thoughts cause ngl I honestly just went in writing raw no thought.

Anyway, how do we feel about this story idea guys?

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Just notice how little fandoms am in due to my obsession over RE8. But definitely One Piece, specifically obsess over Nico Robin. Favorite character besides Luffy.

Steven Universe (childish but I love that show and its fandom somewhat) obsessed over White Diamond when she was still in her villain era.

The Walking Dead (the games), Game Of Thrones, Legend Of Korra, MHA, and the rest of the Resident Evil Games, Arcane

OH also Hunter X Hunter, had the biggest hyper fixation on that like two years ago.

I have a question for people who hang around here.

Which are the other fandoms besides RE8/Resident Lover you guys love/obsess over?

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Arcane fucking broke me yesterday with that last episode but Ascensionism by CookedUpInTheLab just updated so im healed again 🙌🏾🙌🏾

I love that story so much no one understands and the author always giving out blessings with high word count chapters

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Remember me

note -> ACT 3 SPOILERS!!! I am NOT okay!

parts -> part one | [part two]

pairing -> Jinx X fem! reader, platonic! Isha X fem! reader

summary -> You will always remember them.

warnings -> mentions of death.

content includes -> angst, death, suicidal thoughts, Vi and Ekko appear.

Life with Jinx and Isha felt perfect in a way you never thought possible.

The three of you spent most of your days hidden away in your workshop or Jinxs lair because of her wanted status. But you never minded it. If anything, you cherished the quiet moments the three of you shared.

Your days together were filled with laughter and creativity—tinkering with inventions, sketching out wild ideas, and playing games that felt like they belonged in a world far kinder than Zaun.

On rare occasions, you’d venture out into the Undercity together, blending into its chaos and finding moments of joy in its grim corners.

And at night, when everything settled, you’d find yourself lying between them. Isha’s small frame curled up beside Jinx, and Jinx’s breath soft, her head laying on your shoulder.

You’d look at them, the two people who had somehow become your entire world, and feel a warmth in your chest.

In those moments, you let yourself believe it could last. That the three of you could stay like this forever—safe, whole, and happy.

But Zaun isn't a place for dreams.

And you were wrong.

You were so, so wrong.

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It all happened so fast.

In one moment you were fighting alongside Jinx and in the next Isha was running towards Vander, Jinxs gun held tightly in her small hands.

You knew what she was going to do as she put two more hextech gemstones in the gun, and Jinx knew it very well too.

You two tried to get to her, calling out her name, trying to stop her from doing it, but you two were stopped by Vi, pulling you both back as you two despreatly called for the little girl.

The only thing you could do in that moment was watch as Isha shot a finger gun at you two before firing the real gun upwards, closing her eyes, feeling at peace knowing she was protecting you two.

And your world slowly started shattering into tiny pieces.

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You knew you couldn't do anything.

You know you couldn't save her.

Jinx has already accepted her fate a long time ago, she wasn't scared of death and she made peace with it.

"Always with you sis." Jinx said as Vi tried to pull her up. Jinx quickly removed the hextech gemstone from Vis gauntlets, making them power off and letting Jinx go.

Jinx looked at you with a small smile on her face as she started fallling. You screamed her name as you watched her fall before an explosion went off.

And in that moment your whole world shattered into tiny pieces.

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"Is there anything so undoing as a family?" you whispered, your words barely audible over the soft hum of Piltover below.

Your knees were brought up close to your chest, arms wrapped tight around them as your fingers absently traced the jagged edges of the bomb's shattered metal head of the bomb that had taken her life.

Vi and Ekko sat beside you in silence, their gazes fixed on the distant glow of the city. Neither of them said a word, and you couldn't bring yourself to fill the void.

They didn't know you well, not really; just a shared face in their grief, a faint reflection of their own shattered hearts. But in this moment, words didn't matter.

Each one of you had lost the most significant person in your life that day. A single point of light went out in a way that no amount of tears, anger, or revenge would ever balance.

Jinx was gone.

And nothing would ever bring her back.

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You knew your couldn't bring Jinx and Isha back, you know that the hole in your heart will never disappear.

You stood in Jinxs destroyed lair, holding onto one of her explosions as you looked down into the abyss.

You didn't want to live anymore, there was no reason for you to be alive. The only two people that made your life worth living for were gone, and you couldn't bring them back.

You wanted to end your life.

But before you could leap from the ledge a voice stopped you, making your ears perk up.

"Whatcha doing, toots?"

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“𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄” — jinx x black!femreader

including + genre: meet cute, jinx being a nervous mess, black!fem reader, lest mention ( I love her sm she’s so pretty omg.), wlw content, fluff, cutesy shit

jinx & isha hcs

BEFORE DATING

YOU HEARD STORIES OF JINX; about how she’s caused mast hysteria in piltover and her gadgets wreaking havoc but you never expected to soon find out she was the one who saved you from some douche at 4 in the morning in an alleyway. The sound of a gunshot echoed in the night as the guy who had once backed you into a corner now lay clutching his side on the ground. “Wasting time on assholes like you really makes my day.” You heard a voice say, the smell of gunpowder and spray paint waft in the air as you lean off from against the wall to see the person who saved you. Though once you’re properly standing on your two feet you come to see that no one is there. “Thanks..whoever that was.” You said in the silence of the night, before leaving the cold alleyway however you turned to kick the grisly man in the stomach. “Count yourself thankful that bullet is all you got.” As you walked away from the bar you became more wary of your surroundings, stealing a switch blade off of the guy who iPhoto on you as good measure. Though you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching you as you made your way back home.

Even in your everyday errands in piltover you felt as though you had a shadow, or something lurking behind your every step. Even after getting visiting your friend lest you felt as though someone was stalking your every move. Growing tired of this you decided enough was enough, going into a rundown boutique and sighing. “Alright whoever you are get your ass out here, I’m not one for stalking if you have a crush be normal and come out with it.” You stated, pulling out a dagger from its place on your thigh. The shop stood silent for a few minutes before someone seemingly jumped down from the attic, causing you to presume a fighting stance “Woah woah there girly, look I wasn’t trying to stalk you,” A voice of a girl said, putting her hands up defensively as she walked towards you. Blue braids cascading down her back as she walked “-it’s just ever since I saw you in the alley you’ve kinda been.. conveniently in the same area as me!” She awkwardly laughed. “Look I don’t- wait a second are you?” Your eyes squinted as you finally took a good look at the girl infront of you. Lean build, tattoos, long blue hair..oh shit it’s her. “Yep, it’s me jinx. Kinda got a reputation out there huh?”

You relaxed your stance, still holding your dagger, trying to get a read on why she of all people would want to stalk you. Glancing at the gun on her side you wondered if she was attempting to kidnap your and take you for one of her kooky experiments. But then your mind stopped, wait the alley? “You were the one who shot that jerk in the alley? You asked cautiously, lowering your dagger as she started to talk. “Mhm, though honestly I kinda owe that douche. Shooting assholes is fun n all but it’s not everyday I get to come across someone like you.” She admitted softly, lowering her arms as her eyes looked you over before landing on yours. You suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable under her gaze, as if the atmosphere had shifted. It wasn’t just the blue-haired mischief-maker standing before you; it was the weight of her words—the recognition that she didn’t just stumble upon you, but seemed to have taken a genuine interest.

“Why me?” The question slipped out before you had time to reconsider. You knew who Jinx was, a chaotic presence that thrived on disorder and mayhem—yet here she was, confessing to a crush or admiration; it felt strangely out of character. “Honestly? Because you don’t even flinch,” Jinx replied, grinning. “The last guy I shot was too busy crying to notice me!” Her laughter was contagious, a bright peal that echoed off the dilapidated walls of the boutique.

You broke into a reluctant smile, surprised at how easily the tension dissipated. “I guess that’s one way to put it. Most people would be running for their lives.” “Yeah, but who wants to be normal?” she shrugged, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, her demeanor shifting from defensive to casual as if the intensity of the moment had evaporated. “Being normal is fine and all, but where’s the fun in that?” Your heart raced with curiosity as you looked deeper into her vibrant, electric blue eyes. She was infamous in Piltover for her chaotic nature, but there was something intriguing about her—something that pulled at the threads of your own hidden desires for adventure.

“Okay, so if you’re not stalking me, then what do you want?” you asked, your dagger now resting lightly at your side. “Are you like a fan or something?”Jinx rolled her eyes dramatically, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Pfft, please! I'm not some lovesick puppy! It’s more like… I saw someone who doesn’t seem to be afraid of stepping into a bit of chaos and thought, ‘Hey, she seem like fun!’ Ever thought about living a bit more on the edge?”

Your mind flickered with possibilities and memories of the average life you had settled into. “On the edge? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not like you. I prefer to keep my distance from trouble.” You stated, brushing a curl from your eyes as you sheathed your dagger. “Distance is boring!” Jinx retorted, rocking on her heels, “Imagine the thrill, the adrenaline, I could show you a whole lot more than just average piltover.” She said in a sing song voice, her eyes never leaving yours as she began to close the distance between you two, though still staying a respectable amount of space away. “Alright,” you found yourself saying, “What do you have in mind?” Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

AS FRIENDS

roaming around at night in piltover became a thing between you two, no matter what time of the night

sleepovers at your place/ or hers would be chaotic but calming. Jinx’s random but caring nature was refreshing, though getting used to the height her lil hideout was an adjustment.

braiding her jinx’s for her was something you always loved to do when she came over in the middle of the night, however it would always lead into your bathroom becoming a hair salon becausee you had this shampoo and that conditioner and this oil. It was a lot at first but seeing you get so happy from just taking care of her was enough for jinx to stifle her nerves

loves watching you do your hair and volunteers to help braid it/style it after washing.

calls your pepper, berry, and sunshine

started to question if she had feelings for you when you dyed the ends of your hair blue and got her nails done the same color as hers

stole the same perfume you used from a store so when you weren��t around she could still have you somewhat close to her.

Made you a gun like hers with matching silver keychains.

Confessed she had feelings for you once when you were asleep (you were half awake) at her hideout, your curls slightly obscuring your eyes from her vision. Brushing them aside as you stirred, causing her heart to race as if a knife was at her throat. “Never thought I would get close to someone like this again..you did it though berry, wish I hated you for it but I actually..love you for it.” “Hmm?” “Nothing nothing! damn rooster being LOUD in the middle of the night.” “…what.”

DATING

Cheek kisses every 5 minutes + stares you down when you don’t give her one

makes you some of her gadgets in case of an emergency

random bear hugs; this girl will silently creep up on you scare the shit out of you then hug you so tight you can’t breathe

matching pink + blue couple jewelry

if you have stretch marks she’ll trace constellations on them and ask if she can give you a tattoo to wherever they’re at

hog the blankets when she’s sleeping but if she wakes up and realizes you barely have any she’ll pull you close and redistribute it back even over you <3

clingy asf, hates when you have to go to work

loves when you wear your natural hair, shrinkage n all, she loves putting little bows in your hair when your asleep.

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once finals are over everything i have is going into arcane because wdym it’s over forever 🥺

i love this trio sm !!

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Donna Beneviento Headcanons

Random:

Donna Beneviento likes flowers and gardening because it's a calming activity that requires gentleness and patience.

Since childhood, she's liked to sew all of her own clothes because she likes the repetition of the needle and thread.

I like to think that she hand-sews everything - it takes longer but feels more intimate, and the intricacies of it are an escape for her. She likes the silence of it.

She didn't get into dollmaking until after her family died (more on this later).

She can usually talk but prefers not to, and sometimes loses the ability to speak.

In Canon:

Donna is described to have an undiagnosed mental illness or neurological disorder, which causes aversion to human interaction and an obsession with porcelain dolls. Mother Miranda has a note that calls Donna child-like, but I believe that analysis is inflated due to Mother Miranda's extremely high standards and unreachable expectations. It's a harsh and incorrect throwaway comment. Mother Miranda sees enough in Donna to expect her to rule amongst the four lords, and Donna is clearly an adult who is in control of herself and understands responsibility (this is important to note).

The gardener's notes detail Donna as someone who has always been shy due to the scar on her face, and that she shut herself away when her parents died.

in the Japanese version of the game, Donna had a sister named Bernadette (or Claudia in the American version) who died, and that's why Donna is in mourning garb. After Bernadette's death, their parents committed suicide, leaving Donna alone with nothing but an empty house and the sole doll her father made (Angie).

My interpretation:

I headcanon that Donna only liked her sister, and that Bernadette was the only person who treated Donna with kindness.

I think Donna is Autistic (I'm Autistic too. My intent with this headcanon is not to villainize or infantilize Autism, nor is it to add any "inspiration porn" onto Donna's character. I just think it fits here and I find comfort in that).

Her parents made her socialize when she was a kid. They tried to force her to be "normal," like her sister, Bernadette, but Donna was never interested in pretending to be neurotypical to make other people feel more comfortable.

She was Autistic at a time when women weren't diagnosed with it, and she was feared because of her oddity.

I feel Donna's parents tried to force her out of the house, insisted that she behave like the other children, and were neglectful of her needs. This is abusive to Autistic people and would lead to meltdown/shutdown.

Some Autistic people self-injure (different than self-harm, though there can be crossover) when in meltdown as a way to cope or express strong emotions. I think she was making herself a dress when she was a kid, and she had a meltdown. She gave herself the face scar because she happened to be holding scissors (which would be a sad but good foreshadowing of how she dies in canon).

I also think her scar worsened when the cadou was implanted into her (this is based on the parts of the scar that look like growths to me, and the mini tentacles that come out of it).

Donna being Autistic could explain why Mother Miranda describes her as child-like. Many Autistic people are wrongly infantilized.

I think when Bernadette died, Donna sewed the dress her sister was buried in. Donna's special interest in sewing became a special interest in doll-making, and this is where it started.

She started with a doll of Bernadette and kept making them.

With the dolls, Donna could have a way to express herself in ways that felt safer than outright talking, which she doesn't like to do.

A lot of Autistic people mirror other people's personalities as a way to mask (appear neurotypical), so I think each of Donna's dolls is one of her masks.

In canon, Donna's dad made Angie for her. I headcanon that he was neglectful and abusive, and Donna is a kind person (as seen in the gardener's notes). I think Donna took Angie--a representation of her father's abuse, and put the cadou into it as a way to have a physical manifestation of her trauma. Both from childhood and from Mother Miranda's experimentation.

Angie is the physical embodiment of every bad thing Donna has ever dealt with--a personification of it, and a safe way for Donna to process and accept her trauma in a way that doesn't harm her.

Donna still cares for Angie and is gentle with her (as seen in-game), because Donna acknowledges that she was mistreated, and endeavors to treat every part of herself with kindness and compassion as a way to heal.

In-game, Donna is the only one of the Four Lords who doesn't have a beast form. She's no different than any other human, according to Mother Miranda's notes. I debate on the truth of this, though. I genuinely believe that Donna was a good, shy person who faced great deals of abuse, but all she wanted was to be kind (like she was kind to the gardener) even after being infected by the cadou. I think maybe she could turn into a physical monster, but she refused to become one.

In comparison to Donna's past abuse, Mother Miranda and the other Lords don't seem all that strange, and they accept Donna the way she is. She doesn't want any of that to change, so she keeps the Rose jar. as a small disclaimer, I feel it's necessary to point out that each Autistic person is different. A lot of this interpretation may be based on my personal projections onto the character and my own experiences as an Autistic person. This should NOT be used as a reference for your opinions on Autistic people. Each of us is different, just as each neurotypical person is different. Generalizing is bad. Not all Autistics self-injure or hyperfocus on dolls. Also, infantilizing is bad, so don't do that either.