#arcane lol

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jayce talis “science” journal 📔

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Jaybe?

[nikyu0]

[Jayvik Avatar AU] All for science, right?

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Art study of Mel from the Arcane series!

I can't help myself but to fall inlove with her character, it's so good! There will be more post about her soon.

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SILCO X ENFORCER MALE READER

I’m not even gonna lie…this is straight angst💔. This is my first time writing for arcane so let me know what you guys think about it.

⚠️Warnings!- forbidden love, angest, sex mentioned, love reciprocated to late, reader dies, fatal gunshot, doomed mlm.⚠️

Fallen Flame

The undercity of Zaun had a pulse all its own. The flickering lights, the low hum of machinery, the scent of oil and metal. It was a world that lived and breathed in chaos. Among its many streets and alleys, two men stood on opposite sides—one an enforcer, the other a master of control and manipulation. But fate, cruel as it was, had a way of binding their lives together in ways neither could foresee.

You were an enforcer—a soldier in the fight for Piltover's clean streets. The job was simple in theory: uphold order, ensure the laws were followed, and stop people like Silco. It had become your mission to rid the undercity of his influence, to shut down his criminal empire once and for all. But somewhere along the way, things had begun to blur.

Months of chasing shadows had brought you here—into his web. You’d grown obsessed with taking him down, the infamous leader of Zaun's underworld. He was dangerous, manipulative, and infuriatingly elusive. But behind the venomous words and cruel exterior, there was something that drew you in—a deep fire of conviction, one you couldn't help but admire despite yourself.

And you hated him for it.

But then... you’d hated him for so many things.

It started with stolen glances during interrogations. Heated arguments in dimly lit alleys. A desperate, feral kiss exchanged one fateful night when hatred boiled over into something raw and unspeakable. You hated how your body betrayed you. Hated how he kissed you back, biting and brutal, until you couldn’t breathe.

For months, your meetings had been like this—barbs traded like weapons, insults masking the fragile truth neither of you dared to say aloud. You hated him for what he stood for. He hated you for everything you represented. And yet, the tension between you wasn’t just hatred. It was something more dangerous. More intoxicating. It was why you kept coming back, why he kept letting you.

Yet the clandestine meetings continued, each one a powder keg of tension and desire. Every argument left scars—both physical and emotional. And every time you found yourself in his arms, it became harder to pretend this was anything but an addiction. But neither of you admitted the truth. That would’ve been weakness, and neither of you could afford that.

He hated it too, but no matter how hard he tried your touch was engraved into his skin. The sound of your voice was better than any song he heard. Your scent was better than any candle or flower. The way you kissed and made love with him, it was different. You were different…

The night it all ended was suffocatingly humid, the undercity choking on the fumes of industry. You’d received intel of a weapons shipment in the docks, one you knew would solidify Silco’s stranglehold on Zaun.

You weren’t going to let that happen.

The ambush was chaotic. Gunfire erupted, smoke filling the air. Your squad was outnumbered, overwhelmed. But you fought through the chaos, determined to find him. And you did. Silco stood at the edge of the pier, his silhouette illuminated by flickering flames. His men lay scattered, defeated, and his sharp gaze met yours as you leveled your gun at him.

“Don’t move.”

He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips despite the blood on his temple. “You won’t shoot me.”

Your hands trembled. You wanted to prove him wrong. You wanted to hate him enough to pull the trigger. But you couldn’t. "Why?" The word tore from your throat, a desperate plea. "Why does it have to be this way?"

Silco stepped closer, his voice calm, almost tender. "Because the system you serve will never let us be free. And you... you were never meant to understand that." His hand moved to his coat, and instinct took over. You fired.

The sound was deafening.

But when the smoke cleared, it wasn’t Silco who fell.

Pain exploded in your chest. You looked down, stunned to see the crimson stain blooming across your uniform. One of his men, barely conscious, had fired the shot.

Silco’s face twisted in something unreadable as you dropped to your knees.

The world blurred as he knelt beside you, his hands pressing against the wound.

"You idiot," he snarled, but his voice cracked. "Why didn’t you walk away? You could’ve left this behind." You tried to speak, but the words came out as a cough, blood staining your lips.

"Don’t... don’t act like you care now," you rasped.

His grip tightened, desperation flickering in his eyes. "I don’t."

"Liar."

Silco’s jaw clenched. For once, he didn’t have a sharp retort.

The pain was fading now, replaced by a strange, numbing warmth. Your vision dimmed, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze one last time.

“I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat.

He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t. Don’t say it.”

But it was too late. “I loved you,” you murmured, the truth spilling out with your final breath.

Silco froze, his hand still pressed against your chest as your body went limp. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, shattering whatever armor he had left. For a moment, he stayed there, staring at your lifeless form. Then, slowly, he stood, his face a mask of cold fury and unbearable loss.

The enforcer who had dared to challenge him, who had been both his greatest rival and his deepest regret, was gone. And for the first time in years, Silco felt truly alone.

In the weeks that followed, whispers spread through Zaun. The enforcer who had dared to defy Silco was dead. But what they didn’t know—what Silco would never admit—was that he’d lost far more than just an enemy that night. He’d lost the only person who had ever truly saw him.

THE END

[monsters-demons-and-ai-oh-my]

Jinx: “So the necromancer of progress and bolts no nuts over here almost ended the world over a lovers spat?

Viktor: “Powder that is greatly diminishing the…”

Jayce: “Oh I’m sorry if I won’t hear criticism from the girl who blew up my partner in the first place!”

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Look at them 😭😭🤩together forever like they deserve

THATS LITERALLY THEM BRO

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A cool thing I learned about mongooses (mongeese?): the unassuming animal takes down rattlesnakes due to their agility and immunity to the snakes venom. They tire the snake out and fatally bite its head.

Thought Vi calling Cait a mongoose had some subtext I didn't initially get

[sapphic-boyfriend]

“vi became an enforcer bc it’s in her LOL lore !1!1! it had to happen 1!!1!1”

oh, just like how jinx somehow magically gained sanity, cut her hair and then faked her death in LOL lore? or how caitlyn lost her eye in the “big battle” in LOL lore? or how—

oh… wait.

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my shaylaaaaa *sobs*

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I’m actually shiggling

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[vicaliciouz]

Something i love abt arcane is the way it handles topics and that its not some angsty ahh show like yeah obviously its sad but its not focused on one character's sadness. Yeah sevika most definitelt has issues but theyre not talked about, jinx is never said to have bipolar or schizophrenia, it tells us vi was abused in stillwater but we are never *told* directly the effects of it and vice versa for caitlyn getting kidnapped, which means we are then left to analyse it and the character's trauma, yeah viktor has a disability, but its not his whole character, they all have trauma but its never really *said* that they do, only given to us through storytelling and visuals which in my opinion is why arcane is one of the greatest shows ive ever watched

caitvi is never said to be lesbian (in the sense that its seen as average love without the need for a specific label in their world and not discriminated against) nor is there a discussion about it being 'wrong',

It can be a comfort to audiences and it makes people more connected to the show which is another reason why arcane is so good

It makes the characters human and relatable no matter how morally grey they are, i feel like i have seen something that was actually produced by not only a brain, but a mind with deep possessive feelings, not like the usual animated shows with robotic tones. This feels like something that is somewhere out in the world , somewhere i can go to. There's too much i want to say

It doesnt focus on one sole character's issues which in turn leaves space for the fandom to divulge their own opinions or thoughts of the character(s), which is reshaping fandom culture in my opinion because the fandom is allowed to think, whether that be stupidly or not, instead of being in the confines of the show's canon

Did that make sense

[purplefangirl42]

Beautiful art of Silco and my OC Olillia (aka Lil). Shows them in the two different times of "Who We Were".

Art by @shahs1221

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“Jayce and Mel genuinely care for each other” and “Jayce would have chosen Viktor in every timeline” are opinions that can and should co-exist