#anyway. GOODNIGHT

[noisyghost]

(I started sketching this design nearly immediately after season 2 ended but just now had some time to clean it up so. Excuse me rambling out loud here)

TLDR; I actually really liked the initial design + direction for Warwick-Vander (I <3 human faced werewolves)! But the show design kinda felt like a transitory state between Vander and Warwick to me, so I wanted to try my hand at blending his Arcane design with his in game design. Like a "what would he look like if the transformation kept going" kinda thing. There's a few things I'm not fully settled on, but Im mostly satisfied :)

(rambling under the readmore, its 3 am as i type this lol)

When season 2 first started, I sort of had it in my head that the narrative would have Vander "die" for Warwick to finish the transformation into his final form, forcing Vi and Jinx to finally say goodbye together. Well! That didn't happen lol. I mean. Vander did "die", but whatever was left behind isn't really Warwick. I'm not quite sure what they were going for, either with him or with how Jinx "dies", its all just a little messy when i feel like there was a more obvious narrative conclusion.

Visually i think the final design in the show is cool removed from context, but it doesn't really make sense to me in regards to the story. Like. Warwicks whole thing is that he curbs his violent impulses by killing "bad guys" in the undercity. League lore is a hot fucking mess and I don't even go there so I get that they (the writers) were playing fast and loose but I can see why so many Warwick fans were less than pleased with where the show leaves him, because it doesn't really feel like the same character outside of his initial experimentation.

In my own idea palace, Jinx fakes her death and leaves Warwick to be Zaun's new mascot. Having this literal monster that eats bad guys and saves innocent people in the process become a new symbol for Zaun feels like a no brainer to me. Imagine the iconography they'd make for this thing! And it brings Vanders whole schtick back around; he still "dies" but the Literal Memory of him lives on in Zaun, still protecting the people he cared about most. You get the bittersweet ending of Vi and Jinx having to move on because hes not really their dad anymore, but their memory is what keeps Warwick "human", still with Zaun even if Vi is doing Piltover shit and Jinx is off exploring the world.

Idk! I know the implication that Jinx faked her death is there, but whatever happens to Warwick seems to be like they didnt really have the time to fully explore the ideas they were going for, so a couple characters just got kinda left floating at the end there. If Ekko and Jinx werent going to run away together, I wanted to see Ekko befriending Warwick so they could fight to make Zaun a better place.

I have more coherent ideas than this but it's 3 am when im typing this so sorry if im not eloquent enough to properly explain what im thinking. Ekko and his weird dog that used to be his uncle. Imagine.

[thedeathdeelers]

you know what could’ve been really really funny?

if julie and the guys managed to perform one more song after stand tall before they vanished

and they choose to play My Name Is Luke

and suddenly you get trevor’s entourage excitedly being like “omg they’re covering your song how sweet!” while he’s shitting himself staring at Luke who is staring right back singing “MY name is LUKE!!!!” aggressively a him

[ashipiko]

do you guys ever just wanna doodle and end up launching yourself into your own doom

[cowabinah]

[orpheuslament]

people with massive saviour complexes will look at an extremely damaged person whos been carrying a fuckton of baggage all their life convince themselves they can fix them somehow & then get mad when it inevitably does not work

[lazlolullaby]

Terry McGinnis: Talk! What did you do to the cookie recipe! I got the chocolate chip walnut down but the other one is killing me!

Alfred Pennyworth, undisturbed: I don't know what you mean. It's all written down.

Terry: yes, in metric, and the eggs were weighed to the miligram for some reason! I chilled the dough, rolled them, chilled again to stop spread. I accounted for the Manor's colder ovens too!

Alfred: ...you said tea cookies, yes? Shortbread sandwiches with strawberry preserves?

Terry: yes. Bruce still talks about them. He can't make them either.

Alfred: Well. Even Master Bruce never quite understood the precision of proper British baked goods. Come along.

*opens up a pantry. Hands Terry a package of Jammy Dodgers*

Alfred: I suppose you will have to do legwork into an international market and research if any brands survived or changed their recipes for the next fifty years.

Terry: I'm going to go back to the future, resurrect you, then kill you.

[bubblegum-gf]

I can’t believe we’re gonna get real fucking rtcler. (dubiously)

[stpansy]

muting these things like a soldier donning armor🫡🏳️‍🌈

[scionshtola]

the magicians…remember the magicians??

[laferrassie]

Having Mr Driscoll thoughts.

He was lost for a long time. It was a short time to you, but for someone who just spent 6 months in a cell it was a wonderfully long time to be lost, walking along streets and reading post notices, sitting in diners and drinking coffee, closing his eyes and getting to open them somewhere where there's a door. Todd gave him black coffee in the compound. He drinks his with milk.

When he was driving the 40 miles from Ed's drop-off to Haines, he didn't think about the future. Only the past. But now he's met with the knowledge of time marching relentlessly forward. Time doesn't wait for Jesse Pinkman. As far as the world is concerned he's already dead.

Trailer parks are anonymous places. He cooks on the gas stove, eats silently out under the stars. Listens to families - kids - playing at dusk. He coughs a lot - side effects from cooking without protection, smashed bones never healed properly. The scars on his face don't bother people as much as he thought they would. Sometimes people smile at him. He keeps conversations short. Maybe there's a girl. He hopes she can't feel his eyes burning into her head as she walks back to hers. Don't get close.

Where did you move from? Idaho. Mr Driscoll has a high school diploma too. Late one night he submits an online application to a community college. He gets in. Not Business, not Sports Science, but for Childhood Education.

For a while he doesn't know if he's Jesse Pinkman or Mr Driscoll. He wonders if Jesse has to live inside Mr Driscoll, if he needs to be snuffed out entirely, if that would be for the best. Five years on, when does [____] stop being an alias? What about when all the people who love him call him the latter? He can't remember the last time he heard his name spoken in a loving tone.

It's 2023. After finishing the course, he became a kindergarten teacher. His health is... fine. He developed a twitch for a while a few years ago, but that went away. The pain never leaves him. He's never been happier. The kids and their parents love him, one of them especially, and he married her. He does crafts with them. Draws superheroes with them. Lets them spin on the chairs if they want, but patches them up when they fall. On his next birthday, Jesse will be 40. He is just starting to go gray.

[poison-into-positivity]

as a rule i try not to get too invested in celebrities but I just think rhys darby deserves the world

[vocalsynths]

It's me and my autistic dog against the world

[ocdhuacheng]

I’m like forcing myself not to pull a to your eternity and binge the entire anime of Vinland saga and it’s a bit easier bc I DO know what’s going to happen this time but like god it’s making me remember what a fucking masterclass of a character both Askeladd and thorfinn are

[possum-tooth]

i wish i had a tail

[alonsolobotomy]

[koheletgirl]

people throw around the word "deserve" these days in ways that make me very uneasy