#⌱ YOU LOOK WEAK | SEVIKA (headcanons)

[zaunrising]

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

and

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

Let’s start with Silco. It was both a hobby, and also an important necessity so people wouldn’t get lost, but map making. I think I touched on that on my old blog, but not that this one. Regardless, Silco used to do map making, particularly of tunnels and hidden routes throughout Zaun. He even still has some of his old maps, and misses making them but he just doesn’t have the time anymore.

Do I think how I’m about to answer is exactly what you meant by the question about misinterpreting things? No. Am I going to use this answer anyways because I find it amusing? Yes. So there’s a thing about water. You take Silco out of Zaun, be it to Ionia, or wherever else and just drink water fresh from a river or something in front of him and he will look at you like you are crazy. You invite him to drink that fresh water himself, and he’s going to fully believe you are trying to play some weird joke on him. Everyone knows you can’t just drink water without filtering it first at the very least. That’s how you get sick. When he realizes that yes you can drink that water his reaction is a mix of amazed delight, and resentment fueled anger. Amazed delight because it’s nice not having to worry nearly as much about the environment itself trying to kill him. Resentment fueled anger because it brings into view even more just how badly Piltover harmed Zaun.

For Jinx, I’m not sure if this counts as a hobby, but how about fixing up (and playing at) the arcade. Putting back together the shooting game, and messing with the animatronics there, and getting to go there with other people, and all. I don’t think she does that anymore because it reminds her of the past, and it either makes her sad or angry.

Something she misinterprets… a lot of stuff to be honest. Jinx does not have the most normal view on things in general. I’ve got a couple things in mind be it someone trying to flirt with her, or criticism, or fear, but let’s go with something easy yet important. How common, and acceptable violence is. Even in Zaun she’s a bit of an outlier when it comes to how quick, and easy violence is for her, let alone anywhere else. If Silco sends Jinx your life is over. You can negotiate with Sevika, you might be able to make a deal with Silco, but Jinx? Jinx is simply going to kill you. Might be slow, might be fast, but when she’s sent it is to permanently deal with a situation. Over the years she has become more, and more comfortable with violence as a first and last resort. It even happens with Silco, when she gets upset and uses his injector to hurt him. As for her response if someone tries to get her to understand things? Disbelief and derision at best, anger at worse. Even if it’s from Silco, Jinx still won’t get it.

Last, but not least, Sevika. A hobby she misses, pit fighting. Yes it was to make money, and yes it was a competition, but she still considered it a fun hobby. Sevika had other ways to make money be it smuggling, or whatever else. The pit fighting was more a way to burn off steam, and the money as well as attention it got her was a useful byproduct. Sometimes she contemplates going back for a couple fights, and then her attention gets pulled to something else be it work related or other wise.

Misinterpretations, someone bumping into her on the street. She’s not going to take it as an accident, and will assume it was either disrespect, an attempt to pickpocket her, or a potential attack. Sevika does absolutely 100% expect people to move out of her way, and if they don’t she will make them move. What’s that? A misunderstanding? They were just distracted or something? Not her problem, do better.

[shimmerbeasts]

Sevika Tag Dump.

[shortestcake]

CUTIE

(headcanons)

Pairings: Vi x reader, Sevika x reader, Caitlyn x Reader (separate)

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: pretty girl

Genre: fluff

reader is described to be short, femmine, cutsie and bubbly

• Vi, although I feel like doesn't have an exact type, definitely enjoys your dynamic.

• Cute little you, walking around the streets of Zaun with a 5'9 brute like her

• She doesn't care too much about her appearance, often completely prepared to go out in under 20 minutes

• You, on the other hand, need to be told a few hours before leaving, so, she ends up watching you with lovey-dovey eyes while you get ready

• Anyone who dares make a snarky remark on how you dress will certainly get their face bashed in

• She often steals clothes from Piltover for you, since she knows how much you struggle to find outfits you like in the Undercity

• Most people view your relationship as an opposites attract situations due not only to your appearance, but personalities

• Little do they know how soft Vi is behind closed doors

• How tightly she holds you each night, how sweetly she looks at you while you ramble about your day, how her mood visibly brightens when she sees you

• As much as she loves holding your waist or slinging an arm around your sholder while you walk, she can't seem to get over the feeling of your delicate hands holding her rough ones

• Vi isn't oblivious to the fact that most people will see you and assume you're weak

• Your cheery attitude and frilly outfits create a ridiculously high contrast to the dark world surrounding you

• Naturally, Vi becomes protective of you

• She glares at anyone who looks at you for over two seconds, prideful when they immediately move their gaze to something else

• Violet melts the first time you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss her

• Ever since, she often refuses to bend down to kiss you, preening in how cute you look when you get needy

• Either that or she'll pick you up, since she likes kissing you far more than teasing you

•Her favourite thing to do after a long day is come home to you, if you're cooking or washing the dishes, she'll walk up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist

• Eventually managing to coax you out of doing any more work, in favor of cuddling her

"C'mon, I know you'd rather snuggle up with me than this. I swear I'll wash them later, 'kay? Good, let's get to bed now sweet-thing."

• Similar to Vi, Sevika enjoys your dynamic.

• The scary lady of Zawn together with such a cute thing as yourself

• She likes how small you are compared to her, how she could just pick you up and not struggle in the slightest

• Speaking of, she adores, picking you up, your little suprised yelps never fail to make her grin

• Sevika isn't one to fret over her appearance, doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate the effort you put into yours

• Probably complains about the ridiculous amount of time it takes for you to pick an outfit, but she's only half serious

• Your style isn't very common in the undercity, and it's one of the main things that attracted her to you

• From the second she saw you walking around The Last Drop, she knew she had to know you.

• And so, now you spend your time at the infamous bar on Sevika's lap rather than snooping around for god knows what reason

• Soon after you started dating, if she's gambling, you on her lap is a must

• Your personality is something quite refreshing for Sevika

• How excited you get over small things is a nice contrast to the gloomieness she's used to

• She often jokes about how bizarre it seems that you've made it so far in the undercity without any protection

• As light-hearted as these jokes are, Sevika isn't stupid

• She knows that a lot of people consider you an easy target

• So, regardless if you can defend yourself or not, she becomes extremely protective of you

• If you're out together, her touch is a permanent factor

"What? Am I not allowed to hold my pretty girl? No there's no reason behind it, just want to touch you."

• Caitlyn loves spoiling you

• She takes any chance she gets to buy you anything and everything you like

• The two of you will often probably help doll each other up for events

• Caitlyn is tall

• She's never really thought much about her height until she met you

• When you started holding onto her arm, your much smaller frame leaning into hers while you walk around, is when she really started appreciating your height difference

• Tends to carry things for you, not because she thinks you couldn't by yourself, she just like doing things for you

• Loves it when you cling onto her, you could be cuddling, walking, anything really

• Forehead kisses are her go-to when it comes to showing you affection

• She secretly puts things higher than you can reach on purpose, just so she can have the satisfaction of giving it to you

• Caitlyn is a pretty calm person, so your energy fits hers perfectly

• A large amount of your conversations includes you rambling excitedly while she simply listens

• You're usually on her lap while she's completing paper work, talking about your day

"Mhm, of course I'm still listening love. Just a few more papers and then we can cuddle, how's that sound?"

[cassifictional]

How about I could send you some random headcanons to help with interactions and writing. What kind of cat breeds would the Arcane ladies have?

That sounds perfect right about now. Thank you for the idea 💕 this really got me thinking. I already know a lot about cats but looking up all the breeds was so fun, I really enjoyed putting this together!

Arcane women and their cats

Characters: Sevika, Grayson, Cassandra, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx.

Sevika: Norwegian forest cat

Sevika never intended to get a cat. It just sort of happened one day. Status symbols are a thing in the undercity: expensive clothes, jewelry, and fancy animals. Big scary dogs but also cats with luxurious fur. Norwegian forest cats are strong, tough but also extremely fluffy and pettable. And they’re expensive. She probably got the runt of the litter because no one else wanted it. Said she’d take it out to the street because a cat that weak has no chance in this world anyway. She took it home instead. Fed it, kept it warm, cuddled it to death in secret. It grew up to be the biggest, toughest cat you can imagine, but behind closed doors it’s just a huge softie.

Grayson: tortoiseshell

Grayson’s family always had pets when she was growing up. Cats, dogs, rabbits, you name it. So when she moved out, she adopted pets as well. With her work as an enforcer, she would sometimes come across stray pets in need of homes. Sadly, she didn’t have the time or space for all of them, though she would always make sure to get them to a shelter. She’d have one or two cats at a time, maybe a dog too. All of them adopted from the streets. The tortoiseshell reminds her of the family cat she grew up with. It’s a very independent cat, but at the end of a long day it’ll curl up onto her lap and purr for hours.

Cassandra: Siamese

Cassandra is a high class woman who’s used to high class, well, everything. That includes high class pets. Many of her friends have exotic shorthairs or persians, the typical ‘fancy lady’ cats. Cassandra can’t help but think that however sweet they might look, they look like they have been hit in the face with a frying pan. She instead went for a siamese, a very elegant cat with a distinct look. Her friends are all lowkey jealous, because no one had a cat that looked the same as Cassandra’s siamese. Behind closed doors, the cat wasn’t quite as fancy as many people thought. Siamese cats are vocal, very vocal. It follows Cassandra around the house, meowing non-stop. This doesn’t annoy her though, she just talks back to it and their conversions can be heard all around the mansion.

Mel: Javanese

Mel, much like Cassandra, is used to a high class environment and high class pets. She never really considered getting a cat, until she heard someone close to her had a cat with a litter of kittens. Her curiosity got the better of her and she went to visit her friend to see for herself. Big mistake, because a few months later she had one of the cats walking around her home. They had been too cute and she couldn’t resist. She wasn’t really sure what to do, she had never raised a cat before. So before the cat went home with her, she got a few books and studied all she could about cat behavior in her spare time. Unbeknownst to her, the cat turned out to be a javanese, a cat that needs a lot of attention and exercise. At first the cat drove her crazy, but she soon grew to love it once she found a way to manage the crazy, beautiful creature’s energy.

Vi: SIC (standard issue cat)

I recently learned what SIC means and I love what it stands for lmao (technically they’re called domestic shorthairs)

Vi was never in a position to own a cat of a fancy breed. Not unless she had stolen one from Piltover, which even for her was a little too much. She would prefer to adopt a cat from the streets. She wanted a tough cat, one of those big scary looking cats who could beat up any other cat in the neighborhood and probably even a few humans there. Instead, she ended up with the tiniest, scrawniest cat she had ever seen. It had snuck into her room one day looking for food, hissing and swatting at her once she found it. Despite it’s attitude, she took pity on it and decided to keep it. Despite her feeding the cat very well, it never grew much. Despite it’s size, this cat was terrifying when agitated. It could chase even the biggest, burliest humans out of a room with it’s crazy attitude. It was incredibly sweet towards the people it knew though.

Caitlyn: ragdoll

Caitlyn’s family always wanted expensive, fancy cats with luxurious coats. Caitlyn just wanted a companion, a little furry friend. She never cared much for the ‘fancy’ cat aesthetic, but her family wouldn’t allow her to adopt just any common house pet. That’s why she settled for a ragdoll. Big, fluffy and cuddly. The perfect cat to come home to after a long day at work. It would sit in her windowsill, watching over the streets of Piltover, patiently waiting for her to come home. It’s long fluffy fur would get absolutely everywhere, driving her mom and the housekeepers insane. Her mom always keeps a lint roller nearby to make sure Caitlyn doesn’t leave the house covered in fur.

Jinx: sphynx

Jinx is a little odd in all the right ways, just like the sphynx. Don’t ask where she got it. Maybe she found it, maybe she stole a kitten from a litter from Piltover, maybe she begged Silco for one. She raised it from when it was a kitten, so it got attached to her and only her. It tends to get cold down in the streets of the undercity, so she dresses it up in little clothes and scarves and hats. The cat doesn’t care. There’s a little cat bed on her workbench where it sleeps while she works. People have insulted the cat, calling it a gremlin, a raisin, an abomination. Many of those people have subsequently been involved in bomb related incidents.

[sweatandwoe]

The Breaking Point

Rating: Mature (Could be T, but like I’d rather play it safe.)

Summary: Fear has always been a good motivator for Vander. It’s his weakness, making it seem like it’s an instinct instead of cowardice. To trust his gut in every situation, even when his head and heart both agree that his gut is wrong. 

It makes it easy to do what he does. 

Word Count:  3k+

Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. So have some stuff, that I didn’t care to edit too much. 

Anywho, this is my version of Vander’s POV at the river. Also with my headcanons about a young Vander. Hope it’s okay!

Ao3 Link

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The river is quiet tonight. The moon hanging full in the sky, reflecting onto slow-flowing waves.  It’s still murky, dark; filled with enough chem you’d be able to smell it two streets off. But it is quiet with only the two men that stand there, one tall and thin and the other taller and broader. 

Both light up the night with embers of cigarette light. The shorter man speaks, smoke curling around his face. “Why did you bring me out here Vander?” 

The taller man, Vander, smiles. It holds a bit too much teeth like an excited dog. “We haven’t had any time to unwind in weeks.” Just a little upstream, the boat is set up already. “Benzo’s covering for us, I thought-”

“We have better things to do, Vander.” 

His face crumples, as the shorter man is so dismissive of the idea without even hearing it. “I know, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have time to unwind. Have fun you know? It’s been a long time since we just fished.” They had done it when they were teenagers a lot, while Benzo did the more dangerous jobs before his right leg needed to be replaced with iron. 

Benzo was four years older than the both of them. Had taken them both in once he had found them, made them all brothers when they had all been alone before. He had helped teach them how to fish, and bring home food while Benzo brought home gold.

And then taught them how to bring home gold, while he got used to his new leg. 

Thinking of the man at the bar right now, covering for the both of them, Vander tries again. “Benzo is taking care of things, Silco. He wants us to unwind. The man even brought out the old fishing supplies-”

“I don’t want to fish.” Silco is standing his ground, throwing down his cigarette into the dirt and stubbing it out with the hell of his shoe. “We did that when we were teenagers to get food, and because it kept us out of trouble.” 

Vander can also recall all the laughs they had from it. Nearly a decade ago, when the waters were a little cleaner down this smaller cutting of the River Pilt. They would fish off the bridge or in their small boat, laughing so loud that some adult would come to yell at them. Giving Benzo a lot more grief than needed for a 16-year-old. “Come on, we had fun.” 

“As teenagers, barely more than children.” Silco shakes his head, blue eyes gazing up at the larger man. The moon backlit his thin frame. “What’s the matter, Vander?” 

The hound of the Undercity swallows. “Nothing.” 

“Come on now, Van. I know you better than that. You wouldn’t try this unless you felt something was wrong.” A hand uncurls over the broad shoulder. A quick two pats before a squeeze against the joint. “What is it?” 

The larger man eyed over him.“I overheard you and Sevika the other day.” The hand on his shoulder lessens in pressure until it lays there for a moment. Fingers slip off, his shoulder to instead grasp his arm. When they tug at him, the large man turns. 

Silco’s expression is a sad one, chipped teeth showing from his parted lips, blue eyes wide. “I didn’t mean it like that-”

“You did.” He shrugs the hand off of him, and Silco lets it simply hang in the air for a moment, before the fingers curl together, the arm dropping back to his side. “I know I haven’t been on the ball lately-”

“It’s been more than lately-” Silco cuts himself off this time, looking wistfully at the cigarette he had tossed out. A sigh leaves him. “I’m allowed to vent, Vander. Especially to my friends.”

“I know! I know.” A hand runs through his hair, getting long again. He had shaved today, but perhaps he should start cutting his hair with it. “You’re allowed to vent, and I wasn’t supposed to hear it. I just wanted it to try to fix things, to… I don’t know? How things used to be.”

Silco says nothing, and the air is growing thick. Vander looks at the man, his brother, and prays he will understand him. That he will understand how Vander misses the old days, where everything was fun. 

They were so close to their dream now, but the taller man was realizing how terrifying that was. That he could lose either of his brothers in a blink of an eye, as they readied a fight against Piltover. 

A fight Vander wasn’t sure they could win anymore. Not since the-

Where it wasn’t a dream anymore, but becoming an active reality while his own dreams were filled with the corpses of people he loved. 

“I know they can’t be back to how they used to be, but I thought for a few hours-”

“You can’t handle it, can you?” Silco cuts him off, and he’s looking at him with eyes that are still wide but there’s that calculating nature behind them. An intelligence Vander has seen bloom over the years, a knack for reading people. Just one he’s never seen directed at him. “Is it too much pressure?” 

Vander chokes back a laugh or a sob, he isn’t sure. “What, leading people to a horrible death?”

The shorter man sighs and turns to face the river. The left side of his face appears in the darkness, while the right is hidden in the moonlight. “You can’t say those things, Vander.” 

A tightness enters his chest, because why shouldn’t he be allowed? It had been his crew. He could say anything he wanted.  “I can’t voice my fears?” 

“Not in that way.” 

“So what way should I do it, oh King of Zaun?” 

Silco’s blue eye glares at him, through the corner of it. “Don’t get snippy for me, just because you can’t handle what’s going on anymore.” 

Silence meets him. Vander can’t speak, with the sound of his own frantic heartbeat leaping into his throat, crawling up into his ears. 

Blue eyes turn back to look onto the river, a hand moves up to run through his own long locks of dark hair. “Maybe… Maybe it’d be best if you stepped down. For a little while.” 

Vander can’t look away from him, the blood now raging in his ears. “Step down?” 

Silco’s feet shuffle; his hands move into his jacket’s pockets. Fists outlined in the fabric.“Just for a while. Until you can adapt to what’s happening. We’ve been training Sevika on leading, she could handle it while you take a break."

Vander is staring at him, and something makes his fist curl. There’s a fire in his gut, with different pokers stoking at the flames.  Embarrassment, betrayal, and rage.  “How long have you been thinking about this?” 

The shorter man won’t look at him. His eyes remain on the river, refusing to budge to look at Vander. “Since the Mining incident.” 

“That was three months ago.” 

Lips purse, a pause before two words slip from him. “I know.” 

Silence fills the air with a thickness, one that makes it hard to breathe. Vander can feel his chest heaving with each breath he pulls in from it, air flaring out of his nose. “You’ve been just holding onto that for months? You haven’t said anything?

Blue flicks to him then, but there is no warmth in his eye. Only ice. “I wanted to be sure, Vander.” Then the blue is back on the river, settled and away from him. “I wanted to talk to Benzo about it first.”

Vander took a step forward, fists still curled at his side. Pain is shooting through him. “You were going to talk to Benzo about it, before me?” 

Silco turns to him, finally, with the ice melted to reveal the flames of ire underneath. “Yes, Vander. I was going to talk to Benzo about it. Because you need to step down.” 

Vander plants his feet in the dirt. “I don’t need to step down.” 

“Really? Do you think you’ve been in the right headspace to lead people for the past few months? I thought I was giving you the benefit of the doubt, that it’d wash away and you’d pull through.” 

“I’m fine.”

Silco’s teeth grit together, loud enough that Vander can hear it. His next words are hissed through clamped teeth. “No, you’re not.” 

“I am fine.”

The shorter man’s old fists are balling up now, blue eyes fully heated. “You knocked Jonas’s teeth out last week, Vander. Someone from our side. You fucked up the mission for the Noxus Shipments. We needed those weapons-”

“So I’ve screwed up a few times.” The river is loud, roaring now. Every crash of the wave against the shore has his fists trembling. His heart aches, everything aches. Can’t Silco see he’s already bleeding? Why try to take more? “You telling me you haven’t?” Why were only Vander’s the prominent ones? 

Because he hates you. A small voice was in Vander’s head, calm and yet loud. It seems to know the truth, as Silco’s face twists, brow furrowing and lips curling. 

“I’m telling you that no one has screwed up as much as you have lately!” 

The punch comes swift, with enough force to knock Silco onto the ground. Blood pours from his left temple, while the skin around his eye already begins to swell and puff up. Vander can’t move, frozen, still in place with his swing. 

His entire body shakes, as Silco sits up, grasping at his head. He can’t move, can’t look away as the man on the ground holds his aching head, blood slipping between his fingers. “Silco, I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Just like you didn’t mean to lose all those weapons?” The words are venom, taking over Vander’s freezing form. Each one delivered a painful bite into his spirit. “Just like you didn’t mean to bash out Jonas’s teeth last week. Said you thought he was an enforcer sneaking up on you, but the man commented on how uncertain you were. He questioned your leadership, and look what happened when even I do it!” 

There’s a sigh, a pant, and Silco’s gaze softens a little while he looks over the taller man’s trembling form. “You’ve lost your touch since the mines, Vander.” 

There’s a quiet but it’s less thick now when it settles. He approaches the shorter man, still on the ground. He holds out a hand, and Silco tentatively grasps it. 

For a moment, Vander thinks it’s going to be okay then. That they will move past this before Silco opens his mouth again. “I know you’re scared, Van. We’re all scared. I’m scared. But we have to do what’s best for Zaun, not just for ourselves.”

“We can talk about this still. With Benzo there too. I don’t want to step down-”

“Oh for the love of Janna!” The softness is gone with the snap of his words, along with whipping his hand away. And though his fingers curl, there is no blow from them. His words are weapons enough, they both know this,  as he stands up. Legs wobbling while his left eye is swelling, words spat out. “I’m heading back to The Drop. I need to talk to Benzo about this.” 

Fear has always been a good motivator for Vander. It’s his weakness, making it seem like it’s an instinct instead of cowardice. To trust his gut in every situation, even when his head and hurt bother agree that his gut is wrong. 

If he tells Benzo, you’re going to be alone again. Or dead yourself. 

The fear makes it easy to grasp Silco’s shoulder before he can take the next step, whip him around and punch him again. This time holding him in place, as he makes the next few punches, hitting the man hard enough this his fists hurt.  Until there’s blood coating his fist, until Silco’s good eye is now closed, and his breathing heavy. 

Until there's no more blood pumping into Vander’s ears and the river falls quiet again. And then he sees what he’s done. 

The entire left side of Silco’s face is covered in blood. His left eye is swollen shut, while the other eye is simply closed. His breathing is heavy, and his limbs seem to hang off of him limply. 

He’s unconscious. Vander had beat his brother into unconsciousness. 

Benzo was going to kill him. 

That’s only if Benzo finds out. The small voice is still calm as it starts to speak. It’s his own voice, calm and collected. No fear is in this voice and yet it is made out of it. He wanted to get rid of you-

No! Vander couldn’t do that. He had already gone too far, feeling tears in his eyes while he gazes at Silco’s bleeding face. Draws him in close. I will not do that. I can’t. 

He was ready to get rid of you. Do you think Benzo’s going to let you back in? After this? You need to get rid of him. 

It starts to rain, splattering against his head and the river. Sharper sounding than the droplets should be like they were little blades falling into the river. The reason why his face is so tight. 

He stared at Silco’s broken face. No, Benzo would understand. It was a mistake. 

Would he? 

Silco would understand too, he’d make them both understand. He’d tell them all about the mines, about the body of Jefferson crushed under the rubble, Sandra’s body twisted and bleeding, how the enforcers had laughed-

They’ve seen death too. Your sight of it won’t matter. They understand death, but they won’t understand this. 

Vander is running out of arguments, his stomach flipping as the voice continues. 

They will never understand this. They’re going to abandon you. You’ll be on your own, with no family, no friends. A traitor-

“No, no, no.” It’s a sob, as he draws Silco closer, holding the man to his chest. He wasn't a traitor, he wasn’t. It was an accident, he hadn’t meant to hurt him-

-can’t control yourself. They’ll put you down like a mad dog. The one that you are. You have to do it. 

He moves the wet, sticky hair away from the wounds on Silco’s face. Tucks it behind his head, in an effort to try and care for him. To the friend who would always help him, and care for him. He had given him the benefit of the doubt. “I can’t do it.” 

You have to. 

Do it. 

Fear has always been his motivator, and its words are easy to give into. With the adrenaline still moving in his veins, maybe that’s why he does it. Why he carries Silco into the river, before curling his hands around his throat. 

He expected it to hurt enough because the man is unconscious. But then his body wakes him up, the urge to fight too strong as he is suffocated beneath the filthy waves. His head breaks above the water at one point, but Vander is shoving him back down underneath. 

Arms splash about before Silco’s fingers grasp his arms. Trying to get enough energy to pull himself up, but Vander only pushes him down harder. 

Until the splashing stops. Until Silco’s body isn’t moving once more. Until the quiet settles back in. 

Vander weeps, openly, hands still grasping around a now bruised and limp neck.  What was he doing? His fingers loosen in their hold slightly. 

The first slash of the knife is more of a shock and gets him to let go completely. Silco rises from the waves, blood washed mostly away, besides his eye socket that’s caked with blood. The man gulps in two breaths, trying to run as his boots catch against the sand in the river. Vander reaches for him again, because he’s going to tell Benzo. He’s going to tell Benzo. 

The second slash has him drawing back, grasping his forearm. Blood drips into the water, but he’s careful to leave it above. Whipping around, Silco is gone. He calls for him. 

Nothing. Silco is gone. 

He’s gone. 

Vander is alone. His nightmares become a reality, as he drags himself up to the shore. The two wounds in his arm sting, as he walks, before turning into a run. Nearly tripping as he gets into an elevator. 

Benzo. He needs to see Benzo. 

Along this level, there is no more rain, just the sound of it echoing against the metal above them as he runs along Drop street. Until he reaches The Last Drop. Laughter and music booming out of it. There’s no panic in the air, only a soft relaxed joy. 

No one knows what’s happened yet. 

He got there first. 

Vander isn’t sure what to say still, as he swings the door open. Soaked to the bone, his arm bleeding heavily. There’s a shout, as he settles his back against the door, shutting it tightly. The music cuts off. 

All eyes turn onto him. Looking at him, over him, to him. One of their leaders having run into The Last Drop injured, he can only imagine the thoughts they’re having. 

Benzo is brought to him, the heavy foot of his metal leg echoing across the wood floor. “Vander!” A thick hand grasps his shoulder, turning him slightly, enough to make him wince. “What’s happened? Who did that?” 

The world freezes. He cannot tell them the truth. The thought of seeing Benzo’s worried eyes turn to hatred coils something worse in his stomach. 

He doesn’t want to be alone. 

It’s fear, maybe some panic too, that makes him say it. Words that will carry him through the years, haunting him as he never tells anyone the full story. Because how could they understand the truth? They’d hate him. 

He doesn’t want to be alone. 

It’s words that will be his demise. And be the demise of the people he loves. And yet he still says them, because it is easier than the truth. 

“Silco attacked me.”

Those three words he speaks will never leave his ears, even as the bar shifts into outbursts over what has been said. Even as Benzo tells everyone to quiet down, before gazing back at Vander. Even when days passed, turning into weeks and into months. 

He doesn’t want to be alone. 

Vander hears the words constantly, a soft whisper in the back of the mind, growing loud and more noticeable when the face of the lie meets him head on. 

He hears those words when more people die on the bridge again, and again when he shakes hands with a devil in order to keep things the same. Nothing is safe, but he can keep his family. He can live with the lie. 

He doesn’t want to be alone. 

The truth comes in the form of a knife in his back, and then again in his gut. His stupid gut. 

“I knew you still had it in you.” 

It had always been in Silco’s nature, to believe in him. 

Even to the end. 

[loyaltyearned]

Sevika Bio

Sevika is a Headcanon based and Arcane influnced muse! This blog will deal with NSFW including Violence / Gore / Smut / Trauma / Mental illness / Abuse / Alcoholism / Drug use and many more adult topics. So this blog is 18+ ONLY Semi-Selective and Indie. I encourage asks and anons towards the Mun or Muse. Duplicate friendly, I do not partake in Exclusive or Mains, open to interact with those who do.

Name: Sevika

Pronouns: She/Him

Sexuality: Demi-romantic Bisexual (heavy fem pref)

Gender: Bigender (m/f)

Age:40

Birthday: May 1

Zodiac: Taurus

Personality: istp

Height: 6'4

Weight: 224 pounds

Faceclaim: Atikah karmin

BodyClaim: @Duh.myya on Instagram

Personality: Sevika is blunt and honest, she tends to use intimidation to get what she wants. She’s rather intense and serious as well, she walks into the room and immediately owns it. He holds himself high. She is not loyal to one person, she may care about them but in the end she's simply focused on the cause. Zaun’s independence and freedom from oppression in Zaun. He has a lot of respect for him, as she she for Vander when he built the undercity. You’ll never know what she’s truly thinking, unless she says it. He’ll be direct if she wants some time from you, wants you to know something. She can get a bit cocky when it comes to competition. He doesn’t show many emotions or feelings other than his arrogance, aggression, apathy, boredom, sexuality, and dominance. She has a very intimidating presence. And most people have heard her name.

Voice: She has a deep natural voice, mixed with the cigars and blunts she smokes its deeper. He usually has a cocky or apathetic tone. She has a very honest attitude unless acting is required. If she’s bored with what you’re saying, she’ll have an uncaring and bored tone. Other than bored and uncaring she doesn’t express much emotion in his voice.

Likes: Bodybuilding, training, working out, smoking (cigars/weed), working, gambling, going to the club/brothel, large crowd, loud noises, respect, shimmer.

Dislikes: Weakness, commitments (relationships/family/friendship), having nothing to do, losing, failing, people she likes failing, leadership

Abilities: She has a Cyborg arm fueled by Shimmer it gives him super strength, he also has enhanced sight due to the fumes/dust the using her robot arm produces, so she can see a lot better than most in the dark.

Extra:After Silco and Vander both failing people are trying to get her to lead, she’s also a regular at the brothel

Backstory

Sevika had a rough childhood, she was the oldest of five siblings. Not only did she act as their mother, he also had to deal with the brunt of her fathers abuse. To get to know her you have to look at her father. He was a miner and had been since he was young, when he found her mother he had ended up getting her pregnant by accident. Sevika’s mother was absent, as much as she loved the kids, his mothers role was to support them financially, which being a brothel worker could do. Coincidentally her mother and father met there. His mother was a shimmer addict and never wanted to bring her work, or the drugs home so often slept at the brothel. His father was an alcoholic, often gambling their money away while Sevika looked after her half brother and all the kids his father brought home to “rescue”. Sevika learned how to fight because of her father. Amongst other things. They did have some wholesome moments however, he taught her to use a gun, and taught his younger brother Bhisaj to heal. 

Sevika’s father did try to get them out of there, one day he finally stole enough shimmer and he had a dealer lined up and everything. Except there was a raid at Sevika’s house and they shot first questioned later as enforcers do. Sevika was only able to Get Bee before fleeing, letting the rest of her family perish. Something that still haunts her to this day. He made it back to the house forcing her brother to stay hidden, she found all of her family's bodies and stacks of shimmer, and notes in her fathers drawer. He just wanted to sell the stuff so he could get their family out of  Zaun, so that they didn't have to live like this anymore. Sevika always felt a need to protect his brother from the harsh truths, Their father, rumors of the undercity, deep seeded corruption within the council, instead she'd tell him stories about Lonia, about the History. Especially any medieval books he could get his hands on, Knights, dragons magic. The works.

Sevika already knew how to steal, how to fight. Bee taught her how to stitch herself, what to do for certain injuries, the Sev finally taught him how to fight, however much of a natural he was. He hated fighting. They grew up on the streets of the Undercity, Sev was fiercely protective of her brother, and she was known for his uppercut. They were living the life, stealing and enjoying the loot. They made a decent amount of money, especially when Sevika learned how to gamble and cheat. He tended to sleep around and flirt, drink, go to parties and his brother trailing right behind her. His hands were messed up, she has permanent boxer's knuckles, she also had a torn ligament in her left bicep that is gone thanks to the mechanical arm.

Bee stayed with her until she was about 24ish and him 20ish, both of them joining the hound of the Underground, Sevika already on a fast track to become Vanders second. Sevika had  already made a name for herself in the undercity. Her face wasn't known, as it is now. People didn't cross the street when she walked down it. Bee was an exceptional healer at this point in time, Sevika training everyday, working out. Picking fights, Shed already started smoking (cigarettes/weed and cigars- that an alcohol was no stranger to her) When she was 27 and Bee was 23, it was the day Vander led them topside across the bridge, fighting enforcers. Bee died up there while she was being overrun by a couple of enforcers, Bhisaj had been there too right by Sevikas side, he truly believed in Sevika’s vision and wanted to fight with him despite protests and bitching coming from his sister, Except Bee didn't make it out he had gotten killed by Enforcers in front of Sevika. 

That's when Sevika no longer believed in the Hound of the underground, losing much respect for him. She had projected onto him, seeing him not only as a mentor but family.  The kids not helping their situation at all, he got to watch and even participate in Vanders little makeshift family. While her own wouldn't be avenged. While her family died for nothing, resentment grew. Towards Vi who Sev helped teach to fight, to Claggor who sat with her both of them tinkering with random things they'd found. With Mylo who she taught to picklocks and pickpockets.

Sev got to play family for a bit, before they fucked everything up. Just like their father. He had met Silco before, Vander had told him stories in the past, before she heard some gnarly little rumors the man was skulking back. Silco and Sevika made a deal, Sev promising her unwavering loyalty as of now Silco was the only hope of Freedom for Zaun

Headcanons

Okay so Sevika is bigender, she’ll refer to herself as the man or sir, amongst other masculine honorifics while not feeling very attached to masculinity. He however feels less connected to femininity, often forgetting many of her feminine features.He binds a lot, wrapping ace bandages around his chest, to appear more masculine. Although he still prefers she and “woman” As much as she prefers women, and does consider himself “wlw” she does have very few and rare expectations of men. (Silco and a friend’s OC) He doesn’t date much, it takes a lot for her to get platonically involved nevermind romantically. Not only has she had bad experiences and bad exes, her parents had a horrible relationship as well. She hates vulnerability and simply doesn't have time for personal relationships. Plus if he ever did that means he’d try to protect them and refuse to date them.

She doesn’t respect or like many people but those who earn it. Nowadays drinking and smoking isn't all that Sevika participates in, occasionally partaking in recreational shimmer use not often though, seeing as silco had a special potency for her arm that shot her up each time she used it. Sev bottles her emotions, often drinking or smoking away most of his problems. Wake up, drink, go to bed, smoke. Can’t sleep? both! She can’t sleep without alcohol in her system, and often can’t sleep in general. She mostly stares at her ceiling at night smoking.

He’s very arrogant, she thinks herself unbeatable and aims to prove it. She hates enforcers. She hates piltover, he hates those who speak nothing but empty promises but most of all he hates weakness. Finding comfort in her strength and what would be considered a “dark side”. People who don’t fear her, walking or talking to her boldly gain a little amount of respect. Forgetting she's equal to them (for the most part). But they tend to lose her respect very fast. She used to hate having to fight all the time, but enjoys it now. The sight of blood. The smell of iron, and sweat and in an instant the rebelling is over. He also used to be very into history, when she was in her teens, she especially loved the ideas of knights, fighting off anyone to oppose the king. Fighting evil and corruption. And that’s how she sees herself and knights at the ruler's side. But she’s just a little more twisted than most knights in shining armor, as he is both the knight and the beast they were sent to slay.Sev cared about Silco as she had cared about Vander and so far only Silco and Vander had been able to earn her respect. Who’s next?

SEVIKA’S SHIMMER LORE

After the explosion where he had lost her arm, magical blue scars covered her cheek, his left shoulder, and down the left side of her rib cage/chest and curved into her back and stomach a little. These scars are extremely sensitive and painful. But since he’s used to pain, it’s not overwhelming. In the weeks before Sevika got her replacement arm, he was told she had to keep the wound fresh and covered. This meant he’d have to take doses of shimmer. His body reacted the same way others did, although she wasn’t addicted per say. She did have those urges to continue using and tended to want to use it more or to use it for fun and so on. Often finding herself having to force her thoughts away from shimmer by starting fights, drinking and smoking, going to the brothel, clubs etc etc. It took about a month for them to complete the robotic replacement. Luckily her body was used to shimmer by then so the arms doses of of it didn’t have many negative side effects. She has a high tolerance to most drugs/alcohol so an average amount of shimmer doesn’t make her go apeshit. Using shimmer has the effects of normal usage; super strength, his veins and eye glow pink and so on. He doesn’t have any mutations; unless we use her mutated verse!

[rougaroules]

Request Guidelines

Requests: OPEN

Hey! I’m Rou—a relatively new writer in the Arcane fandom. I’ve recently begun to try my hand at Reader POV stories, and I’ve found that I quite enjoy writing them!  I wanted to put together a handy-little guide as to what I’m willing to write, my comforts and strengths, and some of my weaknesses. When submitting a request, you can be as detailed or as vague as you would like when it comes to the reader-insert and the plot.

If I see one that sticks out to me (either as something I’m comfortable with already, or would simply like to give a try), I’m more than happy to write it, but a submission is not a guarantee that it’ll get done!

Take a look under the cut for more information! 

Characters

The people I’m comfortable writing~ They go in descending order, from the people I’m most practiced with to those I’m least practiced with!

Sevika

Grayson

Jinx*

Vi

Caitlyn Kiramman

Ambessa Medarda

Mel Medarda 

Polyamory OK! 

* Will not write explicit content for Jinx as she’s underage (in my country, at least) in the series. It’s just a matter of comfort for me!

I would prefer to write female characters for any of my reader stories. I’m not against writing a trans-headcanon of characters that appear traditionally masculine in the series, but I would prefer not to because I don’t really identify as trans myself, despite being non-binary (I pass feminine/androgynous and don’t deal with many “trans” issues or experiences myself despite having mild dysphoria, if that makes sense?)

Reader

I will only write female reader content. However, you’re welcome to suggest any attributes or personalities or whatnot when you submit your request. Again, I’m a bit uncomfortable with writing a trans-reader just because I’m unfamiliar with the experience, but it’s not a hard-no. 

I will not write explicit/suggestive content with an underage reader. Please respect my boundaries!

Scenarios & Ratings

Happy to write any rating, with any sort of tone (though I’m least practiced with fluff-content and most practiced with hurt/comfort, angst, or just generally moody tones). I would prefer not to write too AU, as I do like Arcane and it’s setting, but IDK for the right prompt I could definitely do something like a modern-AU or whatnot.

If your request is explicit, I do have some boundaries:

OK with the following kinks/scenes/dynamics

Power-play, Domination/Submission***

Consensual Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Bondage

Mild Pain-play

Edging/Teasing

Mild Pet-play (Collars, Leashes—not really behavior?)

***I’m okay with writing a reader with an age difference between the character and them, but I won’t write age-play/regression or anything that implies the reader is underage. Having a depth of experience between characters can be hot to me, but not when it comes off as pedophilic. 

NOT OK with the following kinks/scenes/dynamics

Age-play/regression

Scat

Teacher/Student

Mother/Daughter

Inflation and other fetish content?

List is not exhaustive, if you have a question feel free to ask but if it’s kind of out there the answer is probably no. I’m kind of vanilla myself, so I’m a bit of a baby when it comes to kink-content LMAO. 

IDK how I feel, so suggest it, but don’t be surprised if I’m not down?

Omegaverse (Maybe with Non-traditional Dynamics, but IDK)

Breeding kinks

Harem

List is not exhaustive, if you have a question feel free to ask! 

I also actually prefer not to do “imagine” style posts as I’m, by nature, a bit of a lengthy writer? Imagines are a little too short for me to feel super at ease doing them!

Requests will be filled and posted to my account on AO3, and promoted in a link with the summary/original request/and other basic information on my tumblr! They’ll be tagged with #request, so you can easily search for them! 

[zaunrising]

What’s your muse’s favourite comfort food? (For anyone you want to answer for :3)

Ohhhh, that’s kind of difficult. Let’s see…

For Jinx, it’d be something fried and crispy and easy to eat. Think fried frog legs, chicken tenders, chicken katsu, stuff like that. She does absolutely love chicken katsu sandwich’s.

Silco, however, I’m going to say his is gumbo served with rice. The spicier, the better. If it can’t make a Piltie cry, than it’s not spicy enough.

Sevika, hmmm… I’m honestly not sure. For some reason I kind of want to say a bacon cheddar cornbread Filling, and easy to grab and run around with.

[loyaltyearned]

Short Bio

Sevika is a Headcanon based and Arcane influnced muse! This blog will deal with NSFW including Violence / Gore / Smut / Trauma / Mental illness / Abuse / Alcoholism / Drug use and many more adult topics. So this blog is 18+ ONLY Semi-Selective and Indie. I encourage asks and anons towards the Mun or Muse. Duplicate friendly, I do not partake in Exclusive or Mains. Multi-ship/Multi-Thread/Multi-fandom + Crossover and OC friendly (selective) I Am Always Open To More RP Partners And We Do Not Have To Be Mutuals To Interact

Name: Sevika

Alias:Sev/The-Muscle/Right-hand/Ogre/Scary Lady

Pronouns: She/Him

Sexuality: Demi-romantic Bisexual (heavy fem pref)

Gender: Bigender(m/f)

Age:40

Birthday: May 1

Zodiac: Taurus

Personality: istp

Height: 6'4

Weight: 224 pounds

Relationship Status: Verse dependent

Personality: Sevika is blunt and honest, she tends to use intimidation to get what she wants. She's rather intense and serious as well, she walks into the room and immedietly owns it. He holds himself high. She is not loyal to one person, she may care about them but in the end shes simply foccused on the cause. Zaun's independence and freedom from oppresion in Zaun. He has a lot of respect for him, as she she for Vander when he built the undercity. You’ll never know what she’s truly thinking, unless she says it. He'll be direct if she wants sometime from you, wants you to know something. She can get a bit cocky when it comes to competition. He doesn’t show many emotions or feelings other than his arrogance, aggression, apathy, boredom, sexuality, and dominance. She has a very intimidating presence. And most people have heard her name.

Voice: She has a deep natural voice, mixed with the cigars and blunts she smokes its deeper. He usually has a cocky or apathetic tone. She has a very honest attitude unless acting is required. If she’s bored in what you’re saying, she’ll have an uncaring and bored tone. Other than bored and uncaring she doesn’t express much emotion in his voice.

Likes:Body building, training, working out, smoking (cigars/weed), working towards making zaun better, fighting, drinking, poker, other card games, showing off, blood, gambling, going to the club/brothel, large crowd, loud noises, respect, shimmer. Dislikes: Weakness, commitments (relationships/family/friendship), having nothing to do, losing, failing, people she likes failing, disappointing her boss, leadership, Vi, Jinx, Vander(verse dependent), training recruits. Abilities: She has a Cyborg arm fueled by Shimmer it gives him super strength, he also has enhanced sight due to the fumes/dust the using her robot arm produces, so she can see alot better than most in the dark.

Extra:After Silco and Vander both failing people are trying to get her to lead, she’s also a regular at the brothel

Tag: Sevika, Loyalty to the king, Smoke and Strippers, Cigars and Blood, The Muscle

Backstory

Sevika had a rough childhood, she was the oldest of five siblings. His mother always tried to take in orphans from the streets of Zaun knowing the trouble they'd be in. Sevika always looked out for them when she was a kid, taking care of them, bailing them out of trouble. Her mom wasn't around much and usually left him alone with the kids and his father. It wasn't until later in his life did she find out her mother was a brothel worker. Sevika had one blood brother Bhisaj. Sevika is about 4 years older than, Bhi/Bee which was her nickname for him. Sevika's father used to come home drunk, often taking any emotions he had out on Sevika. They got into fights because he like to nitpick and scare the orphans, threaten them and so on. Sevika got into fights with him, since he learned how to fight feeling extremely protective of those he cares about. He didnt know what her father did while he was away, but was glad he was gone. He was angry, overbearing, narcasstic and cruel. Their mother had been absent most of their childhoods. Unfortunetly one day her mother never came back home. When Sevika was 17 and Bee was 14 there was a raid on her house and she tried to take the kids outsite, enforcers barrelled in and thats when Sevika found out his dad worked in the mines and stole a whole bunch of product that was supposed to go to piltover to make money. The only kid she could bring out was Bhisaj. He made it back to the house forcing her brother to stay hidden, she found all of her families bodies and stacks of shimmer, and a note in her fathers drawer. He just wanted to sell the stuff so they could leave Zaun, so that they didnt have to live like this anymore. Sevika always felt a need to protect his brother from the harsh truths, Their father, rumors of the undercity, deep seeded corruption within the council, instead shed tell him stories about Lonia, about the History. Especially medieval books he could get his hands on, Knights, dragons magic. The works.

Sevika already knew how to steal, how to fight. Bee tought her how to stitch herself, what to do for certain injuries, the Sev finally tought him how to fight, however much a natural he was. He hated fighting. They grew up on the streets of the Undercity, Sev was feircly protective of her brother, and she was known for his uppercut. They were living the life, stealing and enjoying the loot. They made a decent amount of money, especially when Sevika learned how to gamble and cheat. He tended to sleep around and flirt, drink, go to parties and his brother trailing right behind her. His hands were messed up, she has permenant boxers knuckles, she also had a torn ligament in her left bicep that is gone thanks the the mechinical arm.

Bee stayed with her until she was about 24ish and him 20ish, both of them joining the hound of the Underground, Sevika already on a fast track to become Vanders second. Sevika having already made a name for herself in the undercity. Her face wasnt known, as it is now. People didnt cross the street when she walked down it. Bee was an exceptional healer at this point in time, Sevika training everyday, working out. Picking fights, Shed already started smoking (ciggerettes/weed and cigars- that an alcohol were no stranger to her) When she was 27 and Bee was 23, it was the day Vander led them topside across the bridge, fighting enforcers. Bee died up there while she was being overun by a couple of enforcers, Bhisaj had been there too right by Sevikas side, he truly beleived in Sevika's vision and wanted to fight with him despite protests and bitching coming from his sister, Except Bee didnt make it out he had gotten killed by Enforcers in front of Sevika. Thats when Sevika no longer beleived in the Hound of the underground, loosing much respect for him. The kids not helping their situation at all, he got to watch and even participate in Vanders little makeshift family. While her own wouldnt be avenged. While her family died for nothing, resentment grew. Towards Vi who Sev helped teach to fight, to Claggor who sat with her both of them tinkering with random things theyd found. With Mylo who shed tought to picklocks and pickpocket.

Sev got to play family for a bit, before they fucked everything up. Just like their father. He had met Silco before, Vander had told him stories in the past, before she heard some narly little rumors the man was skulking back. Silco and Sevika made a deal, Sev promising her unwavering loyalty as of now Silco was the only hope of Freedom for Zaun.

Headcanons

Okay so Sevika is bigender, she’ll refer to herself as the man or sir, amongst other masculine honorifics while not feeling very attached to masculinity. He however feels less connected to femininity, often forgetting many of her feminine features.He binds alot, wrapping ace bandages around his chest, to appear more masculine. Although he still preffers she and “woman” As much as she prefers women, and does consider himself “wlw” she does have very few and rare expectations to men. (Silco and a friend’s OC) He doesn’t date much, it takes a lot for her to get platonically involved nevermind romantically. Not only has she had bad experiences and bad exes, her parents had a horrible relationship as well. She hates vulnerability and simply doesnt have time for personal relationships. Plus if he ever did that means he'd try to protect them and refuse to date them.

She doesn’t respect or like many people but those who earn it. Nowadays drinking and smoking isnt all that Sevika participates in, occasionally partaking in recreational shimmer use not often though, seeing as silco had a special potency for her arm that shot her up each time she used it. Sev bottles her emotions, often drinking or smoking away most of his problems. Wake up drink, go to bed smoke. Can’t sleep? both! She can’t sleep without alcohol in her system, and often can’t sleep in general. She mostly stares at her ceiling at night smoking.

He’s very arrogant, she thinks herself unbeatable and aims to prove it. She hates enforcers. She hates piltover, he hates those who speak nothing but empty promises but most of all he hates weakness. Finding comfort in her strength and what would be considered a “dark side”. People who don’t fear her, walking or talking to her boldly gain a little amount of respect. Forgetting shes equal to them (for the most part). But they tend to lose her respect very fast. She used to hate having to fight all the time, but enjoys it now. The sight of blood. The smell of iron, and sweat and in an instant the rebelling is over. He also used to be very into history, when she was in her teens, she especially loved the ideas of knights, fighting off anyone to oppose the king. Fighting evil and corruption. And that’s how she sees her self and knight at the rulers side. But she’s just a little more twisted than most knights in shining armor, as he is both the knight and the beast they were sent to slay.Sev cared about Silco as she had cared about Vander and so far only Silco and Vander had been able to earn her respect. Who’s next?

SEVIKA'S SHIMMER LORE

After the explosion where he had lost her arm, magical blue scars covered her cheek, his left shoulder, and down the left side of her ribcage/chest and curved into her back and stomach a little. These scars are extremely sensitive and painful. But since he’s used to pain, it’s not overwhelming. In the weeks before Sevika got her replacement arm, he was told she had to keep the wound fresh and covered. This meant he’d have to take doses of shimmer. His body reacted the same way others did, although she wasn’t addicted per say. She did have those urges to continue using and tended to want to use it more or to use it for fun and so on. Often finding herself having to force her thoughts away from shimmer by starting fights, drinking and smoking, going to the brothel, clubs etc etc. It took about a month for them to get her the robotic replacement. Luckily her body was used to shimmer by then so the arms doses of of it didn’t have many negative side effects. She has a high tolerance to most drugs/alcohol so an average amount of shimmer doesn’t make her go apeshit. Using shimmer has the effects of normal usage; super strength, his veins and eye glow pink and so on. He doesn’t have any mutations; unless we use her mutated verse!