#Arcane mel

[luskbook]

loud bark, deep bite

prints available here

[devilwizard]

I know I’ve already reblogged it but I fucking love Major Arcana art. This is so good and the choices are all perfect.

Major Arcanea

[doe-drawz]

I feel like you guyz will like this :) i put a lot of effort into their names and color pallets and cutie marks . my current hyperfix with my first real hyperfix :) makes me happyy

[alchemyfreak123]

"Rats nest of misinformation"

[bestwitchsam]

Mel Medarda Art

Cr : PaulinaKlime

[scaramionee]

Why is this women so fucking gorgeous lord

Arcanegifs' Arcane Season 2 (2024) Character Poll: Mel Medarda ↳ “We each have our own expressions. Yours is quite rare. An empath. Attuned to the ethereal. Able to sense others' inner selves and bend their magic. A conduit and a mirror.”

[deemaalawa]

MEL! MEL! MEL! MEL!

Going to war for season 2 mel only🫶

[koresspace]

"In the persuit of great, we failed to do good."

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Excuse the text on the first picture I’m working on an edit, but potential discussion: could it be argued that the broken throne is both times representative of losing a mother? Caitlyn in a literal sense and Mel in a metaphorical?

And is there something to be said in that similarity & mirror that the thrones are broken on opposite sides but we see them from different directions so they look like it’s on the same side?

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Paid the Price

|| Mel x Jayce x nonbinary!enforcer!reader

|| Warnings; concussed reader, explosion, hospital, worried Mel and Jayce, mention of Mel feeling guilt, brief season two spoilers, comfort/fluff

|| Summary; when the Council building explodes, reader makes it out... mostly alright.

Requests closed!

Started; December 22nd

Finished; December 22nd

HurtCember2024; Day 17, Concussion

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The meeting was going smoothly. Jayce had gotten all of the Council to agree and you couldn't help feeling proud of your boyfriend. Mel had posted you just by the door, trusting you above all other enforcers. So, you had the privilege of watching your partners work. It was always your favourite shifts to be on, whenever you got to be their guard for something. Made the whole enforcer gig worth it.

Everything happened fast. You barely even had the chance to react before the Council room was exploded, you had just enough time to shout," Mel! Jayce!" They had time to turn their attention to you. Seeing the panic in your eyes.

Then there was nothing. When you came to you were in what looked like some private hospital room, with Mel pacing the floor and Jayce trying to calm her down.

"They'll be alright," Jayce assured, you could faintly hear what he was saying. It still felt like there was a ringing in your ears, but you could tell. Even before opening your eyes. That he was just as worried as Mel," they're tough. Right? And stubborn. They wouldn't let a building be the reason they can't get up."

"I know, I just.." Mel groaned. The sound of her heels coming to halt, you could only guess she was looking at you," you're awake. Aren't you? I see you hiding that smirk."

You slowly opened your eyes, grinning just a bit. Mel really knew you like the back of her hand, didn't she? She could always call you out, Jayce however looked surprised as ever. But they both looked relieved. You were awake and that's all that mattered to them.

"You're awake!" Jayce smiled, the first he had since everything happened. By now, that was quite some hours ago. He rushed to your bedside, hands cupping you face. You winced at the fast movement and he immediately let go," sorry- sorry- are you.. feeling okay?"

"Give them space to breathe, Jayce," Mel was smiling too when she joined his side. Hand carefully placed to your knee.

"Like you said, a building won't take me down. I'm fine. Mostly," you looked at Jayce with knowing eyes and his cheeks flushed. Mel held back a laugh.

"You heard all that?" Jayce asked.

"The important stuff," you poked his stomach.

"Are you sure you feel fine? The doctor informed us you had a concussion," Mel explained. Your face fell, a concussion? You'd be out of work for at least a week with that. Probably more if it were up to Mel.

Mel couldn't help looking at you with guilt hidden behind her worry. She had tried to protect the both of you, you were just.. too far away from her to fully protect you. Jayce she had been able to reach no problem, but she was still getting the hang of her abilities and you'd paid the price.

"I will be... little bummed I'm going to be off work," you huffed. Jayce couldn't help but laugh.

"It's always work with you, isn't it?" He asked.

"Hey, you two are just as bad!" You folded your arms over your chest, they shared a look with each other. Silently agreeing with you on that.

"Yeah okay, you got us there," Jayce replied.

The rest of the evening was relaxed, filled with easy conversations. Jayce and Mel tried to both be by your side the whole night, but they were needed for one thing or another. However one was always by your side, they didn't want you to be alone and you greatly appreciated them for it. You loved them just as deeply as they loved you.

[cineromancer]

MELJAY 18+ LINKS Pt. 1 ♡

Notes: Please be logged in for links to work, any requests can be made in inbox, 18+.

✩✩✩✩

pulled over cause they couldn’t wait

jayce shoving his face in mel’s wet pussy

s1!jayce and s2! jayce tag teaming mel (can also be jaymelvik)

holding mel’s tits

jayce couldn’t wait for fuck her

jayce loves to go fast and hard

mel dominating

mel’s creamy cunt sliding on him

riding pt 3

jayce creaming deep inside

couch sex

mel being extremely loud

office sex

part 2 soon

[felizketch]

I had a vision 🥱

[endearing-dalliance]

@srslylini

This was Jayce’s entire reaction to seeing Mel. She disappeared, thought to be dead. She shows up covered in gold magic stuff. He doesn’t even ask. I never want to heard the word microexpression ever again.

Arcane season 2 suffered from the writers deliberately not including content and working backwards.

Storytelling is not about being economical. It’s about communicating the story in the best way possible. To deliberately not include emotional conversations because “its been said” or “we can say this in a look” is just bad storytelling.

For season 1, Fortiche was given completed scripts. Now it seems they actually made the art ideas first, THEN the writers wrote the story around the art. “How could we fit that in?” is not how a cohesive story made. Music videos with on-the-nose lyrics are not a replacement for actual scenes. Their animation work is beautiful but THEY ARE NOT WRITERS.

I would love to see the storyboards that got killed because “we don’t need this scene”.

[ratking-mo]

A Night To Remember (part 2)

Synopsis: Viktor was dragged to one of the many events held in Piltover by Jayce, wanting to bring him out for "support." He agreed to know, sense it was Jayce that was asking him, but he generally began to feel bored and irritated (as presumed.) But then, Mel came to him, giving him advice he simply had to take.

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: No lube/protection, insertion, comfort

Authors note: I decided to take a more “seductive” approach with the second part sense I imagine that’s how it’d be portrayed in the show. I’m fairly happy with how it came out! Sorry if it’s a little rushed, I was busy with work related stuff. I may end up making future installments if I feel like it.. anyway, hope you enjoy!

[Previous Part]

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“I’ll leave you to it,” Mel spoke in a lightened tone, gently patting Viktor’s back before walking off without another word.

Viktor opened his mouth to speak, but then promptly closed it, sighing as she walked away. How was he meant to bring something like this up? He can’t be blunt, that’d be awkward. He isn’t the best at being subtle… hm…

“Viktor!”

Jayce called out as he sped walked towards Viktor, letting out soft huffs through his partially opened mouth. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, Though, it was hard to tell if that was from going too fast or if it was from something else.

“Talis,” Viktor responded with a soft, partial smile on his face. “Having fun?

“Ah, you know how these parties are..” 

Jayce laughed, gently scratching the back of his head. Viktor took notice of how the other seemed a lot more… fidgety, than usual. How weird. “They're more of a mandatory thing if anything. I have to show up, you know?” He then lightly nudged Viktor’s shoulder. “What, getting bored?”

“Ehh..” Viktor trailed off with a soft laugh, looking to the side. “I don’t think I’ll be answering that.”

Jayce smiled faintly at that before turning his head, looking towards the direction Mel walked in. “..Sooo..” He cleared his throat for a brief second, leaning towards VIktor’s ear. “Did Mel, uh.. Ask you, anything?”

Viktor lifted his head towards Jayce, arching an eyebrow. “What question would she have supposedly asked me?” He asked him, cocking his head to the side. Did this have to do with her advice, or something else completely?

“Oh, uh-” Jayce quickly turned his head away, his face blushing a deeper red. Well, that explained why his face was red earlier. “T-that’s, not important..” He spoke in a hushed tone as he scratched the back of his head, evading eye contact.

Viktor’s eyebrows knitted together for a moment. What were these two hiding from him… There had to be something deeper going on here, right? Maybe he was being taken off the research? No, he’s contributing too much for that… Perhaps it’s a more substantial project? Something to do with elevating Hextexh? But that didn’t explain the blush… maybe-

“Anyway!” Jayce clasped his hands together, breaking Viktor out of his rampant thoughts. The taller man reached out, lightly grabbing Viktor by his arm. “There's someone I’d like you to meet; He’s one of the councilmen! I think you two have a lot in common.”

Shit, Viktor was running out of time. He needed to get out of this before he was trapped in an endless loop of shallow banter. 

Viktor took a sharp breath and grounded himself, keeping the two in a stagnant state. “Actually,” he breathed, pulling his arm away. “I would, uh… Like to suggest something else we could do.”

Jayce turned his head slightly, lifting an eyebrow. “Ah?” he then snorted, giving a faint laugh as he turned to face Viktor fully. “What, did you want to head back to the lab?” He asked half-jokingly, placing one hand on his hip while he pointed his other thumb towards the exit. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the reason. 

Viktor let out a stilted laugh in response, eyebrows furrowing for a brief moment. “Actually…” He lifted his hand, reaching out. He lightly placed his hand on his upper waist, slowly starting to dip his hand towards his lower back. 

“I was thinking maybe we could get out of here, and, you know..”

As his hand trailed down, his fingers dipped down into the hem of his pants before rising back out. 

“Have a little “event” of our own…?”

Jayce’s face quickly bloomed in color as his eyes went wide. His mouth opened in a faint “o’ shape before quickly shutting it, unable to say anything. He turned his head, looking around for a moment. “I…” He turned to look at Viktor, hushing his voice. “Give me five minutes.” He requested before turning away and quickly leaving to bid his farewells.

Viktor stood there for a moment, blinking a few times. Wow; that actually worked. He had to thank Mel when he saw her again for the tip…

The near second Jayce finished up, he dragged Viktor out of the party. Jayce didn’t waste any time by hosting small talk or taking a brief stroll. They were damn near running. Viktor was only able to get them to slow down by mentioning that he knew a place.

As they arrived at Mel’s home, Jayce stiffened for a moment, staring up at the large walls. His face faintly blushed a warm red color before shaking his head and clearing his throat. He seemed a lot more flustered rather than embarrassed by the location.

Viktor moved, soon pushing the doors open. He let out a stilted breath at the sleek, warm atmosphere of the interior, causing him to feel a little out of place due to his outward appearance. “Wow..” He murmured before clearing his throat.

He turned his head slightly to speak, parting his lips for a moment before Jayce quickly crowded against him, pulling him into a sharp kiss. This caused Viktor to nearly stumble back, but, he was able to use his cane to support the two of them as he pressed it firmly against the ground. Viktor lifted his freehand, placing it against the taller man’s side. Viktor leaned upwards in an attempt to kiss back, his eyes slowly beginning to shut.

Truth be told, he was a bit inexperienced when it came to affections such as this. But that wasn’t going to stop him in the slightest. 

Viktor moved, feeling his way out towards the lounge room while attempting not to break the kiss. It was mostly him kicking his foot around with every step in hopes that he would hit the leg of the couch or anything. He then soon pressed his foot against the back of the sofa, letting out a huff through his nose. 

Jayce pulled his lips away, the warm feeling fleeting away in seconds as he glanced toward the couch. He firmly grabbed hold of Viktor’s shoulders as he moved towards the seat of the couch, laying back against it as he pulled down Viktor with him.

Viktor stumbled a bit as he loomed over Jayce, fumbling with disrobing him. Though, the voice of Mel nagged at the back of his head. “Hold him off”... Should he be doing that now, or go further along? His grip tightened on Jayce’s tie for a moment, struggling to think about what his next move should be. 

“Viktor-”

Jayce breathed. 

“Viktor, now.” He demanded.

There goes all of Viktor’s previous inhibitions. He swiftly moves, pressing kisses against Jayce’s neck as he goes further along with stripping him Jayce’s stiff and heavy gasps fill the room. Music to Viktor’s ears, they were. 

Viktor’s eyes shut firmly as he fully unbuttoned Jayce’s shirt, moving to lightly caress his waist for a moment as he moved to tug down his pants. 

Then,

The sound of a door opening and promptly closing could be heard, followed by the melodious sound of heels clicking.

“I should have warned you about how demanding he could get… Apologies for that.” Mel’s voice echoed as she walked over, moving towards the arm of the couch.

Viktor visibly stiffened for a moment, unsure if he should keep going. But the feeling of Jayce writhing and whining beneath him was just too much for him to ignore. “You don’t need to apologize.” He promptly responded as he began to unbuckle Jayce’s pants, Eyes slightly narrowed as he began to work them down. “This is such a lucky sight..” He murmured.

Mel let out a soft laugh in response, looking down at Jayce for a quiet moment. He loved the way he looked, so desperate, on the verge of begging.

“If anything, Jayce should be the lucky one..” Mel commented, reaching out to lightly trace her fingers across Jayce’s jawline. He shuddered at the feeling, his hand reaching up to tightly grasp hers. She smiled at the sight. “He has been having thoughts for a night like this for a while..”

Viktor paused at her words, currently holding his belt. “...is that why he invited me.” He asked with a short, dry chuckle, working his pants off. “Clever move, Talis.”

Mel hummed in response to that, trailing her hand downwards towards Jayce’s chest. She rubbed slow, hypnotic circles against his chest, her eyes half-lidded. 

“He has been talking about this for weeks, how he wanted both you and I. He thought he was being selfish.”

Viktor lifted Jayce’s legs, nearly immediately regretting that move due to their sheer weight of them. Before he could drop them, he lightly placed them over his shoulder, letting out a relieved sigh. “Selfish?” He repeated, gently rubbing his hands up and down his legs. “Now why would he think a thing like that..” He murmured. Viktor lightly grasped hold of his shaft after guiding it out of his underwear, pressing it against Jayce’s hole.

Jayce’s breath hitched as he stiffened, grip tightening on Mel’s arm. “No moisture?” Mel asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Not needed,” Viktor responded. “He’s a big guy. He can take it.”

Jayce grumbled a bit as he turned his head away, his face blushing hotly in embarrassment. “God, V, don’t say it like that..” He murmured. 

Viktor let out a faint laugh in response before bracing himself and pushing himself inside. He visibly shivered at the warm envelope, His eyes shutting for a moment as he braced himself. Jayce, on the other hand, tightly gripped Mel as he let out a shaky moan. His toes curled in an attempt to get comfortable, shallowly letting out a heavy breath.

Mel smiled briefly at the sight, moving to rest her hands on Jayce’s cheeks to help soothe him. 

“Tight, isn’t he,” Mel commented. 

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience..” Viktor laughed dryly, waiting for Jayce to adjust.

Mel smirked a bit as she looked to the side, simply swaying back and forth rather than giving him a straight answer. “...you’ll get used to it.” She assured.

Viktor quirked his eyebrow upwards, gazing at the collected woman in front of him. “Is that to imply this will be a regular thing?”

“As long as you’re willing to be with us, Vikto,” Mel responded in a bit of a warmer tone, tilting her head to the side slightly.

..So this was their plan, to pull him into the relationship. He had to admit, they planned this out very well. 

“Viktor..” Jayce murmured, gently pressing his free hand against his lower stomach area. “I-I’m ready, you can move.” He assured. 

Now, Who was Viktor to deny such a pleasant offer from these two?

[lullabyes22-blog]

Arcane Fandom drinking game.

tw: racism, misogyny, classism, ableism.

tw: fandoms in general, ig?

Take a shot if:

Sevika is reduced to this exoticised, hypersexualized, sub human caricature with no exploration into her motivations, her family, her issues as a disabled woman or her experiences as a working class person who grew up in a literal slum - and instead serves as a sex toy with body heat, who exists solely to get the reader off.

Take two shots of she is neutered instead of oversexualized, and reduced to the Mammy stereotype wherein her only purpose is to roll her eyes and provide commentary on the (white) characters/readers' antics, the latter of which drive the plot.

Take a shot if:

Mel Medarda is reduced to a living example of the Jezebel stereotype: oversexualized in the most dehumanizing and demeaning language possible, made a literal receptacle for other characters' desires with no attempt to engage with her motivations as a politician or her feelings as a woman, or else blamed for every single problem in the show, because apparently an ambitious woman is synonymous with 'The face of pure evil,' a woman who has sex and uses it to express agency is an insatiable slut, and a black woman is literally the devil incarnate.

Take two shots if she's taken the other extreme, and her ambitions, flaws, and sexuality have been wiped away completely, leaving only a hyperperfect husk of a character behind, for us to rally around with empty cries of 'Yaas Queen!' and no attempt to critically examine a) the problematic nature of the praise and b) the essence of what makes her human, and what drives her forward, in the first place.

Take a shot if:

Ekko is reduced to his crush on Powder/Jinx, with no attempt to engage with the complexity of the fact that his best friend warped into a monster, nor the ways in which he himself is a product of Zaun's poverty and his relationship with his community, the impact of trauma on children, his complex relationship with violence and his own moral compass, nor the fact that he is an activist, a freedom fighter, an artist, and an engineer, all at age eighteen.

Take a double shot if the characterization veers the other way, and he is portrayed as 'Forever Alone' because black men cannot have healthy relationships, do not deserve to have a full range of complex emotions, and should be punished by having their most deeply held wishes, friendships, and loves crushed to dust before their eyes, for daring to dream of a better life and a world that loves them.

Take a shot if:

Jayce Talis is not even acknowledged in fanworks as a mixed race man, nor as a person of color, with no attempt to engage with the complexity inherent in his experience of privilege, and the ways in which he is a product of his upbringing, and where these factors intersect with class commentary. Take a half shot if the character is whitewashed, and turned into the kind of bland, boring, vanilla caricature that we're used to seeing in media in perpetuity, who exists as a foil to the villains, a symbol of virtue, and a blank slate on which the viewer is meant to project themselves and their own beliefs.

Take a full shot if the character is the epitome of the white savior trope: a smug, paternalistic, know-it-all white man, whose self-assurance in his own superiority allows him to walk in and take over a conflict, then tell people what to do.

Take two shots if characterization veers the other extreme and he's just a sweet, dumb, himbo puppyboy with no personality, no goals, no desires, and no motivations of his own, save for making Viktor happy and doing his best to be a good boy.

Take three shots if Mel is the one leading him by the nose, because nothing says 'nuance' like making a black woman the villain for the sin of having agency and not existing solely for vilification.

Drink the whole bottle if:

Caitlyn, an Enforcer and a Councilor's daughter, is portrayed as a sympathetic sweetheart angelcake, without being forced to confront the actions of the state and the institution of which she is a part, without being forced to face the consequences of her complicity in the system that oppresses others, nor without being forced to recognize the fact that her actions and her words are not, in and of themselves, inherently just, and the fact that her privilege does not automatically grant her moral authority.

Drink another if she is portrayed as a damsel, an innocent, a child who needs to be protected and cared for, rather than a full person with agency and a complex emotional landscape of her own.

Drink again if the characterization leans the other way and she is turned into a classist caricature, an entitled bitch who doesn't even realize she's the bad guy, or gets turned into a literal Nazi because, once again, folks cannot engage with complex topics such as classism, racism, ableism, etc. and instead resort to infantilizing, simplistic, and reductive portrayals.

Stop drinking and switch to cyanide if her characterization hinges on her relationship with Vi, within which Caitlyn is the dominant top here to 'tame' this feral subhuman, with no understanding of the uncomfortable and undeniably harmful implications of such a power dynamic.

Drink the rest of the alcohol stash if:

Vi, an adult, a former convict and a street savvy survivor, is reduced to an angsty, moody, petulant puppydog off her leash, unable to take responsibility for her own actions, and her trauma is treated as an excuse for her behavior.

Drink another bottle if she is portrayed as a hypermasculine, toxic, violent, and Cait is the one forced to tame her, make her behave, and bring her into line, and her relationship with Vi is portrayed as inherently parent-child, or worse, caretaker-charge, without any regard for Vi's autonomy and right to be flawed as a human being.

Drink a fifth if Vi is portrayed as a hypersexualized aggressor for the audience's titillation, with no attempt to engage with the fact that butch lesbian women have more complex emotions than 'sex starved nymphomaniac', nor the ways in which Vi's abuse, abandonment, and trauma have impacted her relationship with intimacy and sexuality. Drink another if the characterization shifts the other way and Vi becomes a sexless robot who has no personality or wants, nor is given room to grieve for her family, her home, or her own trauma, and is instead expected to bounce back, get over it, and move on as nothing more than Caitlyn' Brave Buff Gf (tm).

Drink the entire bar if:

Viktor, a disabled man, is depicted as a neurotic, fragile, jittery wreck. Take two bottles if his disability is treated as a punchline, or the defining characteristic of his existence, and the only time we're meant to consider his body or his physical pain is when he's having an episode and collapsing, or having a coughing fit, and it's treated as a joke, rather than something which affects him and his ability to function.

Take three bottles if he's taken the other extreme and he is twinkified and babygirlified, and his sexuality and his love life are the only thing we're meant to care about, and his romantic relationship with Jayce is the only thing he's allowed to have, lest the audience think too hard about the ways in which he and his work might benefit Zaun, or how the Council might respond to a disabled person from an underprivileged background.

Take a fourth if the characterization shifts and he's reduced to a hypersexualized toy: a broken doll to be pitied and fetishized and cared for, and Jayce is his Daddy, his owner, his caregiver, his knight in shining armor, all in one.

Take a fifth if, in the midst of all this, his relationship with his disability, and the ways in which it has impacted his life and his choices, is completely glossed over.

Take six if his relationship with his disability is not even acknowledged.

Switch to cocaine if:

Jinx, one of the most complex characters in the show, and the only one with any sort of internal consistency, is reduced to a whiny helpless brat who just wants a hug and an explanation for her widdle feewings from a big strong grownup.

Take an eightball if her relationship with her sister, her trauma, and her mental health is reduced to the 'Hot Psycho' trope: an excuse to play up the 'cool' aspect of her personality while completely ignoring the trauma at the heart of her actions/behavior. Take another if the characterization swings the other way, and she's reduced to a one-dimensional villainess, a demon, an amoral monster, and the only motivation for her actions is the fact that she is a crazy bitch, and the only reason for her existence is to serve as a foil for Vi's goodness and the audience's own hangups re: mental illness and critically engaging with the more unpalatable aspects of human behavior.

Switch to crack if her relationship with Silco or Vi is not even mentioned.

Pour a glass of absinthe if:

Silco, a single parent, a survivor of violence at the hands of a loved one, a victim of systemic abuse, and a revolutionary, is portrayed as the ultimate villain, and his desire to fight for a better life for his community is somehow worse than the Council's decision to literally silence everyone in the undercity via chemical runoff, political neglect and police brutality.

Pour two if he is a cartoonish, hamfisted boogeyman, with no sense of his humanity, nor the ways in which he is a product of the same systems that hurt every undercity character, and the ways his actions replicate the cycle of abuse and hurt the ones he seeks to save in turn.

Pour a third if he becomes an unrepentant sadist, a child abuser and a sexual predator, and there is nothing loving or fatherly about his relationship with Jinx.

Pour four if the character is taken to the other extreme and he's sanctified as a literal martyr and hero, and all his wrongdoing is glossed over because he's just a ~victim~, and everything he does is justified, no matter how terrible, because he had a traumatic childhood or his abusive ex didn't die soon enough. Eat the sugarcube if his bond with Jinx is suddenly a wholesome Disneyfied gag-fest wherein he calls her "Pumpkin" and babies her like a toddler, and their relationship has zero codependent overtones, and she's suddenly a sweet innocent who doesn't have blood on her hands, same way he's not the one who sanctioned it.

Eat the bottle of absinthe if Silco is given the tumblr sexyman treatment, and suddenly he's just a walking Daddy Kink, with no regard for the ways in which he is a complex person, nor the ways in which he and other characters might actually interact, or his history or his trauma or the way it impacts his life.

Drink the whole liquor cabinet if:

Zaun is portrayed as a dystopian hellscape rather than a robust, vibrant, diverse community, with a wide range of experiences and a deep and nuanced relationship with authority, power, and violence. Break into the cellar if, instead, it's just a shitty stereotypical ghetto, full of criminals, addicts, and victims.

Light a cigarette if Piltover, a technological juggernaut that also has a diverse immigrant population, and a vibrant and rich cultural identity, is reduced to a bland, generic, vanilla utopia, and is full of pompous blowhards who have never engaged with the undercity outside the scope of the narrative.

Light a molotov cocktail if it swings the opposite direction and Piltover is turned into an neoliberal nightmare, a soulless, shiny, hollow, plastic, faceless wasteland, populated only by vapid, shallow, self absorbed stooges and shills who have no depth or personality of their own.

Throw the molotov and light the house on fire if:

'Piltover and Zaun' is not even mentioned, and there is no acknowledgement of the way these two cities shape the cast of characters who reside within these systems, much less a mention of the ways in which the characters might not be fully representative of the communities they are a part of, and the fact that they are still very much human beings with individual experiences.

If you didn't get alcohol poisoning, a whopping hangover, or a charge of arson: congratulations.

You win.

[bestwitchsam]

Mel Medarda