#arcane s1

[mofongomuncher]

Me now that all the Ekko edits on TikTok are gone💔:

[evviejo]

CAITVI in ARCANE 1x08 Oil and Water

[sapphic-boyfriend]

i wish more ppl talked abt how badly jinx treated vi in S1, especially in the later episodes.

[viktor-rp]

Vik. torr... Please,. l.et u.s rslk.. ple ase. Plrade. Dim't leavr ne.. son't. ..

- @thereal-jaycetalis

Jayce…don’t cry…

[saintofsacrilege]

i’ll flesh out these thoughts later when i’m more coherent but s1 jinx and jason todd are variants of one another. just btw

[morgalacta]

WIP

day three progress! almost at five hours now ᕙ(˘ ³˘)ᕗ

the glorious blunt rotation is coming to fruition

WIP

The difference between last nights and tonight’s progress is crazy. 3 hours in ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

LETS GOOOO

I also discovered how to set up a canvas properly for digital art and now I am no longer limited by pixels, I can get detailed

[jollymalt]

s1 vik and s2 jayce meeting

[lavenderarts]

I just think that if Jayce had eaten that man's pussy none of that would have happened

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: SEASON 1 (2021)

[wegog]

The Queen and The King are both beautifully doomed by narrative

[baambied]

some new sevika frames from arcane act 1 !!!

[mofongomuncher]

𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and Reader ¡

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you as you messed with the radio. Your eyes flickered back at me, amusement written all over your face.

"dancing? Seriously?" I asked, arching a brow. My voice carried my usual skepticism, but I couldn't lie—I was curious.

You grinned, turning fully to face me. "It's gonna be funnn Ekko, trust."

I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head.

"Alrighty" you started, stepping closer. My breath hitched slightly at the proximity, but I didn't move. "Firstt, we need to feel the music. This is not just about the steps, it's about the flow. Okay?"

I hesitated. Dancing wasn't exactly my thing—fighting, strategizing, outmaneuvering? Yeah. But this? This was different. Still, when you extended your hand, palm open, waiting, I found myself stepping forward.

My fingers brushed against yours, and for some reason, that simple touch sent a shock up my arm. You guided me into position, your hand light on mine, but firm. I swallowed, trying to focus, but it was hard when you were this close.

The music pulsed through the air, the steady beat wrapping around us. I followed your movements, my steps stiff at first, hesitant. But your eyes were locked onto mine, full of something I couldn't quite name, and it kept me grounded.

No, no te puedo olvidar. No, no te puedo borrar. Tú, me enseñaste a querer. me enseñaste a bailar.

(No, I can't forget you. No, I can't erase you. You taught me to love. You taught me how to dance.)

"Just trust the rhythm, baby.." you murmured. Your voice was soft but steady, pulling me in.

"Just let go and follow me."

I nodded, inhaling deeply. My grip on your hand tightened, more sure now. I let myself listen to the music, to the space between us. And slowly, I started to move with you, matching your steps.

That's when I really felt it.

The way your body guided mine, the way your fingertips brushed my skin as you corrected my form. You were patient, your touch lingering just a second too long in places, making my pulse spike. It wasn't just dancing. It was something else. Something more.

You moved closer, your hands grazing my shoulders, my waist. My breath hitched as we found our rhythm, bodies brushing, moving in perfect sync.

Como tú me besaba', como yo te lo hacía Como tú me miraba', bellaquito me ponía Se siente feo no tenerte cerquita La nueva mama bien, pero no es tu boquita

(The way you kissed me, the way I made you feel The way you looked at me, it turned me on. It feels so wrong not to have you close. The new girl's good, but she doesn't have your lips.)

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

The song flowed through us, and suddenly, it wasn't about the steps at all. It was about you and me. The way your lips parted slightly as you focused, the way your laughter mixed with the melody. The way your body fit so perfectly against mine.

Then you pulled me closer.

My hands found your waist instinctively, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt. You spun, and I followed, completely lost in you, in this moment.

We were inches apart now, your breath warm against my skin, your gaze flickering to my lips for just a second. The space between us wasn't much—but it felt unbearable.

I felt the way your grip on my hand tightened, the way you leaned in just enough to give me all the confirmation I needed.

So I closed the gap.

The first touch of your lips was soft, hesitant—like we were both holding back, caught in the weight of everything unsaid. But then, we melted into it, the kiss deepening as my arms wrapped around you, pulling you in.

You sighed into me, your fingers slipping into my hair, and fuck—I was gone.

Lost in the way you tasted, in the way your body pressed against mine. The music faded into the background, but I could still feel it, the rhythm of the song now in sync with the rhythm of our hearts.

By the time we pulled away, the song had ended.

Our eyes locked on eachother, our breaths mixing, the space between us still humming with energy.

"You know, you're not so bad as I thought.." you murmured, your lips still swollen from the kiss.

I huffed a quiet laugh, my fingers still tracing the shape of your waist. "I just needed the right teacher. That's all" My voice was lower now, more serious, because this—you—was different.

You smiled, small but it was real.

And as I stood there, my hand still over your heartbeat, I knew one thing for sure—

I wasn't never gonna forget this.

I lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling of some random rundown safe house. The war was over—if you could even call it that. Noxus, Piltover, Zaun... They had all left their scars, and now all that was left was the rubble. The ghosts.

A soft breath against my chest made me glance down. Jinx. She was curled into me, her short wild blue hair spilling over my arm, her breathing slow and steady. She looked peaceful—like none of it had ever happened.

But my mind wasn't here.

It was there.

A song crackled faintly from the old radio in the corner of our room, the sound warping with static, but I didn't need it to be clear. I knew the lyrics. The rhythm.

No, no te puedo olvidar. No, no te puedo borrar. Tú, me enseñaste a querer. me enseñaste a bailar.

(No, I can't forget you. No, I can't erase you. You taught me to love. taught me how to dance.)

I shut my eyes.

And suddenly, I wasn't in a broken bed, surrounded by the smell of gunpowder and metal.

I was with you.

Your laughter, soft and sweet, filled the air, blending with the melody. I could still feel your hand on my chest, steadying me as I fumbled through the steps. You had been so patient. So damn patient with me, smiling every time I messed up, teasing me, guiding me.

"You're stiff again." you had said, laughing, your fingers squeezing mine. "Loosen up baby."

I had rolled my eyes, but I had listened. Because I always listened when it was you.

The memory felt so real. I could feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine, the sway of your hips leading me through the dance. The world had blurred away until it was just us, moving to the music, our heartbeats in sync.

Como tú me besaba', como yo te lo hacía Como tú me miraba', bellaquito me ponía Se siente feo no tenerte cerquita La nueva mama bien, pero no es tu boquita

(The way you kissed me, the way I made you feel The way you looked at me, it turned me on. It feels so wrong not to have you close. The new girl's good, but she doesn't have your lips.)

The way you had looked at me that night... like I was yours. Like I was the only one who mattered.

And then the kiss.

Fuck.

That kiss.

I could still taste it, still feel the way your lips had lingered on mine like you were trying to memorize me. The way your hands had slid up my arms, pulling me closer, like letting go wasn't an option.

"Everything feels right..." you had whispered.

And I had believed you.

But now, lying in this bed with her, with Jinx, I knew the truth.

I lost you.

I had let you slip through my fingers, like sand I couldn't hold onto no matter how hard I tried.

And maybe I deserved that.

Yo con cualquiera me puedo acostar Pero no con cualquiera quiero despertar Solo con usted, con usted Yo bailo con usted, na'má con usted Un beso donde esté, donde estés, beb—

(Oh, I can sleep with anyone But I don't wanna wake up with just anyone Only with you, with you I only dance with you, no one else but you A kiss to wherever you are, wherever you are, baby-)

The radio stuttered, the song fading into static before cutting off entirely.

Jinx stirred against my chest, her breath soft and slow as she blinked awake, a little mischievous smile tugging at her lips. She looked up at me, her pink eyes glowing with that usual spark of energy.

Without warning, she planted a quick kiss on my lips—teasing, playful, just enough to leave a mark without lingering too long. "I knew you'd be the perfect pillow Ekko.." she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

I froze for a moment, still feeling the echo of your presence in my mind, even as Jinx leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs.

I fought the urge to pull away from the thoughts of you.

"Hm, is it always this quiet when I wake up?" she asked, her voice slightly teasing but not quite crossing any lines. "You're usually more talkative."

I tried to keep it casual, trying to focus on her words, even though my mind was running elsewhere. "Guess you caught me off guard.." I muttered, my voice a little strained.

She didn't seem to notice, or maybe she just didn't care since she settled back down against me, curling her body into mine. Her hand rested on my chest, her fingers lightly grazing my chest.

"You're a strange one little man.." she said, her tone softening as she laid her head back down on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to explain that my heart wasn't really in this moment. But all I could do was lay there, my chest tightening with the weight of my thoughts.

I wanted to turn back time.

I wanted to go back to that night, to that song, to that dance, to you.

But all I could do was lay here, trapped in memories that would never be more than that.

(Any fellow Puerto Ricans here?? Lmkk )

Check out my Ekko one shots on Wattpad for more stories!! :3

[evviejo]

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN in ARCANE 1x08 Oil and Water

[sapphic-boyfriend]

intro/pinned post :)

sappho | 9teen | they/he

hi !!

this is a blog heavily centered around criticizing arcane’s writing and narrative, especially in S2 bc that shit was hot ass & i refuse to see it as a canon continuation of S1 lmao.

huuuuuuge powder/jinx & vi lover (i also rly like ambessa but i don't rly post abt her), & i also criticize caitlyn a lot and i don’t like her very much so keep that in mind if you scroll thru my acc.

my beautiful lovelies/faves 🫶🫶

and that’s p much it !! i hope u enjoy :)

[viktor-rp]

Viktor did my dads get divorced??? Sid you and @thereal-jaycetalis divorce??

No no don’t worry…we just—decided to take some time off

[fulcrums501st]