#Arcane: League Of Legends

[seventh-line]

Since Arcane has me in a chokehold again, I only thought it was appropriate to do a reblog of my Viktor fic.

Everyday

This is your everyday. An Arcane Viktor x Reader fic.

You breathed in deeply, waking from whatever dream you’d been having. Wiping your eyes as you exhaled and slowly turned to face him. His breathing was steady, pulsing. He was curled in a fetal position, hugging one of his legs to his chest. His brown hair had grown limp and listless, finding less and less time to groom himself in recent years. The bags under his eyes, prominent, and his body was failing him, making it even more difficult than it used to be. Your heart ached for him. You pulled yourself closer to his face, gently running a finger across his cheek, over his cracked lips. He seemed so delicate, but you knew he could deal with what life dealt him. With a sigh you rolled out of bed as carefully as you could, knowing he needed the rest.

Each day it seemed like you were waking earlier than the last. As Viktor’s health declined, the things you needed to do for him increased. You didn’t want to use the word chores. It was a terrible way to describe it. You were helping him, you always said. You loved him deeply, and he trusted you enough to believe you. But it never stopped the nagging in the back of his mind, the doubt.

The early morning sun shone through the curtains, spilling into your small apartment. You looked out the window onto the gleaming city. Progress. Since the invention of hextech, things were changing rapidly. Everything was. Viktor was changing. It felt like he was burying himself in more and more work. And if he wasn’t, he was disappearing to someplace or another, like he was trying to distance himself. Even from you, which hurt, because you were his solitude. The one he could hide in and hold when all the world seemed dark.

You hummed tuneless as you sliced an apple, placing each piece delicately on a plate. Viktor usually wasn’t one for large breakfasts, making up for it with a larger lunch and dinner. You walked into your shared room putting the plate on his bedside table before going back to your kitchenette for a glass of milk. After placing it next to the apple slices, you sat on the edge of the bed.

You shifted so you were facing his back, reaching to run your fingers through unruly hair. Your hand moved downwards to start tracing patterns across his back before leaning in and placing feathery kisses on the nape of his neck. He woke, slowly stretching his arms before turning to face you. Eyes still blurry, he brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek softly.

“Good morning,” he croaked, voice froggy. You smiled, placing your hand on top of his, feeling his thumb twitch slightly underneath.

You gestured with your free hand to the apple slices and milk. Propping himself up Viktor began to eat while you drew the curtains back to let some light into the room.

“Nice dreams?”

“As nice as can be I suppose,” he paused, letting his eyes adjust to the morning sun. “You were in it.”

You turned your head slightly, letting out an inquisitive hum. His eyes were focused downward, staring at the dregs of his milk glass.

“I was chasing you. I was running.”

You didn’t need to see him to recognize the wistful longing. You walked over to the dresser at the end of your bed and picked out a pair of dark pants, underclothes and maroon dress shirt.

“So, did you catch me?” you asked, tossing the clothes to him.

His jaw tensed before replying “No.”

He was struggling with his pants when you brought the leg brace over to him. You waited patiently as he finished pulling up his pants and put on his shoes. Slipping the brace behind his leg and adjusting it so Viktor could put his foot into it. Then you double checked that the knee was properly aligned before securing each strap in place. When you were done you looked up at him, kneeling from between his legs. His eyes softening when they met yours, titling his head to one side. Viktor bit his lip as you went to hold his hand, lacing your fingers together, giving you a squeeze before sighing dejectedly.

This was your everyday.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I feel so, just— so selfish.” He sighed running a hand through his hair. Life was getting to him, the doubt. When he felt broken, it broke you too. It was a sorrow too deep for tears. He looked away from you, guilt writ plain on his face. “You could be doing so much more.”

“Hey,” you reached up to cup his face, gently turning it back to you, running a thumb under a lidded eye.

“You trust me?” you asked. He nodded. “Then you know I’m not lying when I say I’d do this forever. For you.” You leaned up towards him. “For us. I love you, Viktor.” Craning your neck, you placed a kiss on his knee, in between the metal of the brace, eliciting a soft hum from him.

“I know. I love you too.”

“You’re my everything.”

This was your everyday, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[bi-ship]

jinx + hunter & their flash-teleportation powers

[ari-the-arotistic]

Omg rewatching episode 2 rn and I just realized that Jayce told his mother "If my own family won't support me, then I'll find someone who will" And the very next scene is Viktor reading his notes and taking an interest in his work, ARCANE WRITES WHEN I CATCH YOU

[shadows-flames-and-ink]

Finished Season 1 of Arcane last night, and I can honestly say I will most likely not emotionally recover from this within the foreseeable future.

That being said, I start Season 2 today! Before I do that, I need to rant about... everything? I guess?

Spoilers under the cut

Vi finally gets back to the undercity after the timeskip with Cait, and she tells Cait to flirt in the rooms behind The Last Drop for info, Vi asks "man or woman?" Then Vi's little smirk when she sees her with a woman when she's walking out? Could not have been less subtle, adorable, 10/10 star foreshadowing

Jinx immediately lighting the flare, desperate to see her sister, and the gut-wrenching tension with her reaction to Cait, the Gemstone, the Firelights, Vi's first glimpse of Jinx, Jinx's reaction to losing her sister again? Died inside, loved it

On the subject, Jinx's reaction to Sevika and Silco? Surprised they kept their heads, even more that they lived as long as they did.

The Firelights base, Ekko trash talking Vi, immediately followed by Vi hugging him for how much he's grown. Ekko scared at how quickly she set herself free, then hugging back? Wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry

Viktor? The Hexcore? The running scene? The Hexcore getting cracked and looking like it's breathing after everything with Viktor's blood? The Hexcore Thanos-snapping Sky? Viktor immediately getting sick again, like the Hexcore was punishing him? The parallel of Jayce stopping him from jumping like when Viktor stopped him before the timeskip? Now I'm sad, scared, and confused

Ekko vs. Jinx on the bridge, with flashbacks to their play-fights as kids, then the rewind where Jinx shoots the same way, and Ekko doesn't get hit this time? Implying that he memorized her attack patterns for years?!?

The exploding firelights, a callback to when Jinx was tinkering with one during Progress Day? Jayce and Victor saying the craftsmanship of the one grenade is crude, but showing that she can make detailed and elegant tech, further demonstrating her genius? Absolutely stunning

Mel's mom encouraging war so she can take weapons back to Noxus? And who is this nameless dude she's so scared of?

Vi v. Sevika - awesome sequence, Vi taking a drink halfway through, panning to all the dead Shimmer thugs, Vander's lasting words, RIPPING SEVIKA'S ARM OFF!!! Insane, amazing, perfect fight scene

Jinx post-bridge-bombing, nearly dead and hallucinating Cait and Vi killing her? The Shimmer making her eyes glow purple, making her even scarier? Silco talking to Vander's memorial, the camera panning to a silent Jinx? Cait thinking about Vi, then her mirror being marked with Jinx's calling card? The entire final exchange at the "party;" Jinx shooting the Mylo dummy, the few seconds where it seems like she killed and cooked Cait, asking Vi to choose between killing Cait and getting Powder back, Cait v. Jinx standoff, Jinx killing Silco, the final manipulation, Jinx realizing Vi loves Powder, and she's not Powder anymore. The Council agreeing on peace, and getting bombed? As a member of the PJO fandom, I don't do well with cliffhangers, so believe me when I say I'm terrified

Overall, I haven't stopped mentally screaming for the last 15 hours (I didn't sleep well if you can't already tell), so I am looking forward to see how this show breaks me next

If you're still here, thank you for listening to my rambles. Have a nice day

[pixie-mask]

The reveal of Silco and Vander closely knowing Vi and Powder's mother (and father but he doesn't really seem to matter) is why I also hate the scene that reveals it.

There are great ways to have fun call forwards/call backs to things but omg that scene was not it. Cause now every time I think about the scene of Vander comforting Powder in the bar with her cup and that song, it's now snatched to be about her mother and Vi. That was supposed to be a sweet moment between them.

And it doesn't have to be like that but for what other reason did Vander drop that damn straw into the cup.

And I want to backtrack and light up on how much it doesn't matter that Vander and Silco also knew Vi and Powder's father. He got a name and a face, but like his design is just a pass by

I mean shit they didn't even want to give him Vi's hair color. Is that a typical thing, yes but I like it. I like it more than this trend of talking about families and just ignoring the other parent when they should be highlighted equally (or at least not so little) as the other.

s2 has been so ass and the butchering of silco and vander's dynamic by making them know the mother is so stupid. to me , the entire point felt that when vander saw the two orpahsn on the bridge , spotting their dead mother, and putting down his gauntlets, it was that he was not ready for the base violence necessary for change, so to say, and obviously he wasn't, so he reinforces the status quo (and zaun, for some reason, draws murals and statues of him and lauds him as a peacekeeper , comparing him direclty to jinx in s2 in that stupid mural??) . like im rambling but it's so bad. s2 is so bad. oh my god

IDK that it is stupid for them to know each other, but it is stupid that it has been irrelevent.

Vander's charm was that he adopted kids he had seemingly orphaned. Then he dropped his gauntlets and embraced them, in a very symbolic moment.

But now the writers want to tell us that this moment was nothing, and that he still turned to violence against Silco, even though he was last off the battlefield, even though he had seemingly turned a new leaf?

His adoption of kids he didn't know well (you can tell he knows who they are, or else how would he know who the mother is?) served to show all this. Now it turns out he's just feeling very endebted to his friend.

It cheapens the situation, especially since his emotional outburst against Silco is basically what sparked all the story up to now.

But it's still workable. It's not great, and leaves some really stupid questions in the open. I genuinely don't think we needed ANY backstory at all.

But I don't hate the show. I just feel like it's going way, way too fast, not establishing characters, not stopping to show key scenes, all because there is SO MUCH plot to get through.

And honestly it leaves me wondering how much does Arcane cost them to make, vs. how much does it bring, through Netflix.

Because this season is full of extremely static shots, much cheaper looking music videos, and with a ton of plot and very little time to get through it. Was a third season really not in the cards?

Was expending to 12 episodes really not an option?? I know for certain we would all have stuck with a slower pace if it meant getting more character interaction and better relationship buildup.

Regarding the statue of Vander, since Silco basically owns the Lanes, it's pretty clear he's the one who commissioned it. Makes sense if they were, you know, very very very close. But also because he was in power a long time, and Silco brought stability. When Silco dies, shit immediately hits the fan, and there is nobody to build him a statue. Who would pay for it? Who has the time?

And it makes sense that Jinx is becoming a symbol. She's the one who blew up the Council, and she's the one they're getting harassed over.

What I would really have liked to see on that Mural is Jinx with Silco AND Vander. People who don't know better looking back and thinking "our past two leaders and oh wow they shared the care of Jinx too, come to think of it."

[levabby]

nothing ever stays dead

[neo--queen--serenity]

I need to stress how important it is that Jinx made that prosthetic arm for Sevika.

Jinx, for as long as the audience has known her, has only ever made inventions for her own personal use. She designs them in a way that is specific to her whims and interests, which gives the overall impression that no one should be using her creations without instructions. And they're made to suit her fighting style, which is why we don't see anyone close to her, like Silco, using them.

That prosthetic arm she designed for Sevika is quite possibly the first invention she's made that is purely and entirely for someone else to use. Jinx saw how Sevika mourned Silco, saw that her unrelenting loyalty for him still held layers of resentment and rage, but that she still grieved him anyway.

It's not coincidence that immediately after this encounter (during which she saw Sevika struggle to repair her old mechanical arm), Jinx creates this prosthetic for her, pouring all her creative innovation into it. She deliberately designs it as a gift in every sense of the word, wrapping it neatly into a bow like a present, for a woman who may or may not even be her ally anymore.

And the second Sevika puts it on, we see Jinx's trademark eccentricity, her wild colors, her manic machinations whirring to life. It's a sparkling, visual reminder of Jinx's affection on her body, a physical manifestation of her desire for Sevika to live and succeed. She gave the arm tricks, weapons, instruments of brutality--things we expect to see from her--but also music and fireworks, features that serve no purpose in combat other than making her smile.

We have never seen this from Jinx before, never seen her do something like this for someone else. When Sevika asks why Jinx made it for her, knowing the novelty for what it was, she'd simply responded with, "It was something I could fix."

It's no surprise that Sevika continues to protect Jinx aftewards. Whether Jinx was consciously aware of it or not, she had been openly declaring, "this is my ally; attack her and face my wrath."

[aliferousdreamer]

Isha's sacrifice in Arcane 2x06 “The Message Hidden Within The Pattern” 🔫💙

Part 1 || Part 2

[sharkycal]

I’m a little late to this but LMAO

[padmaddean]

Vi & Caitlyn Arcane: League of Legends s02e03

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

"Nothing Ever Stays Dead..."

Finally finished my Season 2 Silco Fan Poster, just in time for Arctober prompt #5 "Legacy"

This was created in Ibispaint X.

Brushes used:

Dip Pen (Hard)

Opacity < 100%, gives it a painterly look)

Dip Pen (Soft)

Airbrush

Flat Watercolor (Mix 2)

Flat Watercolor (Water)

Used to blend, gives it a painterly look

Dip Pen (Bleed)

Used for blood, gives unpredictable edges

Sputtering 1

Flecks of blood

Custom Hair

Strands of hair

Without text and Jinx Glitch

Layers

[fairy-writes]

Hi!! I saw that you write for Arcane and had a really cute idea for Vander. I don’t really see a lot of fics where you get to see Vander’s reactions to the reader either playing with the kids or comforting them, so I thought a fic centered around that might be cute? (I think also having a bit of slow burn would be sweet, like both Vander and the reader like each other but don’t do anything about it until getting a little push from the kids because they ship).

ONE LITTLE PUSH

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing(s): Vander x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Bit of a Slowburn, Fluff, Getting Together, Reader is Smaller than Vander (but who isn’t?), Sibling Bickering

Notes: VANDER MY FAVORITE

(No, but seriously, contrary to popular belief, he’s my 1st favorite over Viktor)

JUST IN TIME (kind of) FOR SEASON TWO, LETS GOOOOO

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Vander wasn’t quite sure why you stuck around for so long. 

In fact, he wasn’t sure why you stuck around in the first place. 

But… As Vander watches you with the kids. His kids. He begins to understand why. 

You were kind, unyieldingly so. Even as Mylo grew to start picking on Powder, even as they fought, you were kind and patient and offered them the unending gentle love they all so craved. 

The love he couldn’t afford to give them because who could be gentle in the Undercity? Especially in the depths of the Lanes?

You could. 

Vander was in the middle of pouring a drink when Powder tumbled into The Last Drop. She was covered in bruises and dust from something. Or someone. She barely met his gaze as she clambered to her feet and all but sprinted into the back where they all slept. Vander looked through the multitude of customers and spotted you. 

You had obviously seen Powder go bolting, worry twisting your face as you glanced toward the bar and met his stare. You arched an eyebrow, and he shrugged. You rolled your eyes and sighed before smiling in jest and getting up from where you had been tinkering with the jukebox. 

Vander finally manages to get away from his chatty clients and makes his way back into the back room nearly fifteen minutes later. 

Only to pause by the door. 

“—ylo hates me! He does, I swear!” Powder cries, and you hush her gently, dabbing what looks to be some of the antiseptic you have lying around on her cuts and bruises. Disinfectant was hard to come by, especially in the Lanes, but you were seemingly magic in the sense that you always knew who to talk to to get some. It seems you had worked your magic yet again. 

“Did Mylo say that he hates you?” You ask gently, whispering a quiet “sorry” under your breath as she flinched with the sting of the antiseptic. 

Powder pauses, thinking what had to be her earlier conversation over, 

“Well… No…” She mumbles, and you hum, 

“Can I give you my honest opinion?” You ask, and she stills, looking up at you with wide eyes before nodding. 

“Aren’t you always honest with us?” She asks. You chuckle at that. 

“I suppose I am. But I don’t think Mylo hates you. Does he find you a bit annoying? Maybe. But every big brother thinks that about their younger siblings. I know mine did.” You say, and Powder mulls your words over and over and over in her mind. 

She always did overthink things. 

“I didn't know you had a big brother.” She says eventually, and you let out a loud laugh at that. 

“You are a silly girl for focusing on that. But yes, I came from a big family. And guess what? I was the baby of the family. Just. Like. You.” You say, emphasizing your words with a pinch to her side. Powder squeals with laughter and wriggles away to escape your dastardly tickling. 

Vander hangs his head with a huff and a smile before turning to head back to the bar counter. He can hear your conversation continue as Powder escapes your grasp.

“Now, where did you get all these bruises from?”

“Um… Vi taught me parkour from Topside down…”

“Powder! You’re like seven!”

“Seven and a half! And she said I was ready!”

Ever since you began to stick around, you had become something of a parent figure to the four little children Vander had come into care for. 

To Vi and Powder especially. 

So when Mylo burst into The Last Drop with the words of a fistfight on his tongue, you were the first one out the door. 

Vander was close behind. 

Mylo led you and Vander deep into the Undercity. In fact, it was so far into the Undercity that Vander was worried they were getting into some dark territory. 

Like… Really dark territory. 

But soon enough, the sounds of a fight were heard, and soon after, you were deep in the throng of a multi-person fistfight. Everyone paused for a second when they saw you and then stopped altogether when they spotted Vander not far behind. 

You began to pull people off and shoved them out of the way. You did this again and again, ducking under a few stray punches until you managed to unearth Vi. 

She wasn’t looking too hot. 

Her face was bruised and swollen, and the fifteen-year-old spat out a wad of blood as she bared her bloody teeth and prepared to fight again. 

At least until she saw you. 

It was as if the tension had been released from her shoulders. 

She all but slumped into your grasp, and you stumbled back a step with the sudden weight. Vander yanked the last person away from you both and scooped up his adoptive daughter. She leaned her head into the crook of his neck and was obviously fighting back tears. 

Mylo was hunched over, hands on his knees, and wheezed from all the sprinting. 

“Vi? Violet, can you hear me?” You said as soon as you all returned to The Last Drop, and Vander set her down on the couch. Powder and Claggor had been found a block away, fighting off more thugs from whoever sent them after the literal children. 

He would've pummeled them to a pulp if Vander hadn’t hung up his gauntlets years before. 

Vi’s head lolled from side to side, and you shone a pocket flashlight into her eyes, watching as her pupils dilated and contracted. You were experienced at this, taking care of people, even more so than he thought. 

Were you a doctor deep in your past? 

As Vander thought about it, he realized he didn’t know practically anything about you. Your past, your likes, dislikes, he knew you were good with machines and medicine and that you came from a big family. But that was it. 

And that hurt his heart. 

You ended up ushering everyone out of the room while you worked on caring for Vi. Vander closed the bar early and was in the middle of putting chairs on tables when you emerged. Powder, Mylo, and Claggor dropped what they were doing. They scampered to your side, a chorus of “How’s Vi?” erupting from the kids. You offered them a tired smile and patted their heads. 

“She’ll be okay. She’s resting right now. You can go in and see her if you’re quiet.”

And then it was the two of you. 

Vander set the final chair on top of the table and meandered his way over where you were sitting at the bar, head in your hands. 

You looked tired. 

“Is she really okay?” He asked, and you grunted, rubbing at your temples. 

“She has a broken nose, fractured left arm, some bruised ribs, and a concussion. Which, all things considered, she’s very lucky. It could’ve been a lot worse.” You say, and he sighs, 

“Did she say why she got into the fight?” He replied, and you shrug, 

“She was protecting Powder. Then, more people started showing up until it was an all-out brawl. That’s when we stepped in.” You say, and his shoulders sag. 

Vi was going to be okay. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever said it. But thank you. For everything you’ve done. Taking care of them and all that.” He says, and you just hum. 

“You guys gave me a home after everything. I’m just repaying my debt. Well… that and I love those kids.” You say, and he arches an eyebrow,

“After everything?” He inquires, and you glance up sharply as if not realizing what you had said. 

Eventually, your gaze casts downward, and you run a hand over your head and through your hair. 

“I was a doctor in Piltover before the rebellion. I was caught trying to help the Undercity before they were officially citizens and cast out.” You say, and his arched eyebrow raises even higher. 

“A doctor? Were you any good?” You bark out a dry laugh at that,

“One of the best!” Your voice cracks as you speak, and he feels his heart splinter into pieces. 

Vander should’ve known that Claggor and Mylo were up to something when they came in with sneaky grins on their faces. 

The Last Drop was all but desolate. It was the wee hours of the morning before the people of the Undercity awoke to begin their day. But the door was unlocked, and the kids were allowed to run in and out as they pleased. 

Which they had been doing a lot in the last hour or so. 

“Vander!” Mylor clamored for his adopted father’s attention, waving an excited hand as he scampered up to the counter. Claggor hung behind, ever the stoic young man. But there was mischief in their eyes and curling the corners of their mouths. 

Vander slung the rag he used to wipe the counters down over his shoulder and leaned on the bar counter. 

“What did you do now?” He teased, and Mylo all but squawked. 

“When have I ever done anything?!” Vander just stared, 

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He asked, and Claggor snickered at Mylo’s deflated expression. Mylo quickly spun on a heel and jabbed a finger at his adopted brother, 

“Not a word outta you, Claggor!” He snapped before spinning back as something dawned on him.

“You gotta come with us!” He demanded, and Vander glanced between the two of them. 

“Why?” He asked, and Mylo let out an exaggerated groan.

“No questions! Just come on!” He grabbed Vander’s hand and tried tugging him around the counter and toward the front door. 

Vander relented, locking the door behind him as he followed the two boys. 

Only to realize very quickly what was actually going on. 

His first tip-off was hearing Powder and Vi’s voices, yours mixed in as you asked where you were going, why they were taking you, and what they were doing. 

Vi answered no questions. Powder just chirped excitedly. “You’ll see! You’ll see!”

The six of you met in the middle of the street, Powder dragging you by your hand as you followed behind patiently. You glanced up from listening to Powder, and your gazes met. Vander felt his heart skip a beat as he took in your appearance. There wasn’t anything particularly new, but you looked like you had cleaned up some. Your hair was pinned neatly back, and your clothes looked ironed. 

You looked… Really nice.

“Vander? What’s going on?” You asked, and Vi nudged you with her good arm. Her fractured left one was still healing carefully under your care. 

“We’re setting you two up.” She teased, and you stared dumbly. 

“Setting us up how?” You asked, and now it was Powder’s turn to blurt out an answer, 

“On a date!” 

Before the two of you could react, all four kids all but disappeared around the corner in a cloud of dust. Leaving you facing Vander and utterly alone. 

It was safe to say he was panicking just a little bit. 

“Vander? Do you have any idea what they meant?” You asked gently, and he scrubbed a hand down his face. 

“My guess is they want us to go on a date.” He said, fully prepared to hear rejection. Because who would want to go on a date with him? A middle-aged man with a stained past. His lungs twisted as he heard you take a step closer. 

A smaller hand slipped into his, and he looked down from where he had been staring at Topside. 

Your eyes were lit up, not with disgust at the proposition he was proposing. 

But they were filled with hope for the future this relationship would bring. 

[ari-the-arotistic]

Please, the arcane fandom is so funny on tik tok right now, is this how we're coping 😂?

[emocheremuha]

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

I hate Mel Medarda discourse because she’s an insanely well-written character with a lot of depth, but people almost always have only two things to say about her: 1) evil girlboss or 2) never did anything wrong. both make me want to krill myself 🦐

In front of you, there’s a female character born of war who rejects the physical brutality of her family’s name and the regime she was born under. except said violence never really goes away because if it ever does leave, nothing else would remain

This character can and will reproduce the hatred she has always known, just in more palpable ways, ways where she’s allowed to look away — or even better, ways where she’s so distanced from the action itself that where she “looks” doesn’t even matter

It’s also so interesting to think that maybe Mel doesn’t dislike physical violence because it’s “bad” but simply because she does not excel at it The thought that if Mel was maybe stronger or a more skilled fighter, she would be just like her mother tickles my brain. yaaaas Although, to me, that's a more "what-if" scenario than the actual characterization Arcane deceipts

By the way, I do not think Mel is a monster. She clearly does try to be what she considers a "good" person, but the violence she’s always known sometimes escapes (just like in the Viktor scene above — she does not like to be disagreed with).

Sooo insane that she’s a diplomat/politician because yes. what other job in the world would allow her to exercise that repressed violence while also giving her the sense of duty—of goodness.

Mel is stuck at the scene of the execution form her childhood. All she does is repeat the same scenario in her head with different outcomes: sometimes one where she saves the prisoner, another where she doesn’t hesitate (that being the keyword here) to kill her

This reverberation of the violence she suffered is just her manner of coping with that traumatic scene. a way of lessening the pain without actually confronting its cause.

I feel like I need to clarify that no, I do not think Mel is “evil”. I don’t even think she is intentionally manipulative (most of the time), I think she handles people the only way she knows how to, which is probably one of the only reasons she survived Noxus at all (as, to how I see it, there's only a certain extent your House will guarantee your protection in Noxus).

I know the fandom talks a lot about Viktor and Jayce being idealistic, but I rarely see people mention how Mel is just as romantic. Jesus- that’s literally a huge source of conflict with her mother: Ambessa thinks Mel is naive, which to her means weakness, which to her is unacceptable.

I hate that Mel Medarda is forced to be subjected to fandom spaces, because, no, she is not a small bean. no, she’s not an evil girlboss.

Do I believe she is a good person? I think she tries to be (even if her notion of goodness is so heavily aligned with honor, too), and that tells me a lot more about her character than how successful she is at it