#gettnup

[forh3r]

001. hc + was there any romantic history with either of the three musketeers, vander, silco and or benzo? if so, talk about how that came to be before her connection with connel.

002. hc + would she approve of vi's relationship with caitlyn?

003. hc + is she 'dead' in the au!perfect zaun/piltover ?

001. i do think there was something, especially with vander & silco. felicia was seeing them a lot, and i do believe she loved them in some capacity - something along the lines of not platonic not romantic but a secret third thing ( so devoted the lines blur ) and you know she wasn't in a relationship with anyone for a long time, so i can see her having history with either one of them or both. at the same time i think their connections were very different - a reflection of their personalities in a way.

vander was very soft to her, actually listening and caring, ever a gentleman - easy to love, truly and i feel like had felicia not gotten pregnant, eventually would have married him. i know some people believe vi is actually his, but to be honest i think he just loved vi & pow as if they were his ( just the same as mylo and claggor whom it seems had no previous relation before ), and loved felicia enough to keep his promise to her in a way that wouldn't further hurt anyone ( he only loses his temper after her death after all ... even though i think she wouldn't be proud of that ) hence why he was more present in her daughters lives too and carried on her memory through her favourite song.

silco is ... eh. i'm against the "felicia cheated" allegations but to be honest i feel like if it had to happen at all, he'd be the culprit ( 💀 ). i feel like the love felicia had for him was very tumultuous, based a lot on a shared vision and manner to earn it. they have a lot of symbolisms in a strange way - their color scheme in the bar scene is the same, her necklace is made in the same fashion as his bracelet, she was adamant that the plan was carried on for her, he wrote pages about how felicia was inspiring him, he wasn't around much but she was using his stuff to write down her daughters heights, she said that she wouldn't fight anymore but was somewhere close when he threw the molotov. in a weird way it seems they died the same night too. felicia haunts him in a way that clearly doesn't happen with vander - he gets to raise the daughter that looks, acts and talks the most like felicia, but in his case her memory becomes something to hide away and keep secret. i wish we knew why exactly benzo called him an animal, what kind of fucked up thing he did ( among the rest ... ) but i know felicia would be so so angry at silco for what he did to powder.

benzo was the big brother felicia never had honestly. as much as she complained about his shop she was still there being angry, and knowing he was being arrested and she was fighting for that too ... well. he was very dear to her as well, and i believe she took great care of all the books she collected from him throughout the years until her death - probably used them to teach powder stuff until she could.

( connol was truly a saint i fear. felicia really never cheated on him, at least physically, but i do believe the guys had a better understanding of different parts of her in a way he never could. he still loved her enough to get involved in risky stuff though, and that meant a lot to her )

002. felicia is so very clearly a "follow your heart" kind of girl, very in tune with her feelings despite how messy they can become. she knows very well it would hypocrite of her to dictate on who her daughters have to love ... but it would take some time to warm up to the idea. it's not a question of vi dating girls but more of ... very important topside girl? really? which is very judgemental of her but also sort of warranted all things considered? so yeah it takes a minute but she would probably end up being okay.

( this was not in the question but, on the other side she would be absolutely approving of jinx and ekko's relationship )

003. she's alive!! in this au connol shielded her, so while she did get hurt, the others eventually found her and brought her to safety ( by others i mean sevika and benzo, the boys were too busy not thinking with their brains as she would say ). she wears prosthetics legs but at least she's alive ... at the same time she lost vi, which was a great hit for felicia for obvious reasons. she doesn't work in the mines anymore and is also devoting her time to knowledge of engineering ( which is what saved her bond with powder and kept her from getting worse mentally than she already is, honestly ). she's very proud of powder and has tons of scrapbooks with pictures taken at the various fairs / competitions.

[vielets]

@gettnup asked: “ i wish i remembered anything other than loneliness. ”

boots propped up on the sill, a ledge crosshatched with overhead transmission lines, vi leaned back on her palms, and blew out a sombre breath.

it was tough up here, in the smoke — in the aftermath of a struggle that'd left it's marks, indelibly, on piltover's long denigrated twin. tougher still for those who'd spent the last few years facing the backwash of silco's plans head on. not stuck behind an unforgiving set of prison bars, where the sun didn't shine, helpless to lend any assistance to the winding streets she'd called home.

vi knew the feeling. alone was a permeating sensation that'd never been so easy to shake off; not when the world, in her absence, had become so vastly different than it was. " you and me both, little man. "

[poisonedpowder]

@gettnup: "you keep me up at night ." @ powder II Meme II

"You're just jealous 'cause you didn't think of it first," she quips back as she continues trying to shove her newly made contraption into what she's intending to use to propel it at their target.

She knows it's pretty big talk coming from a girl that hardly has had a gadget of hers ever work without the assistance of Ekko, but she wasn't about to let him say that without a retort. It's just not the way. Besides, she felt pretty confident this time it was going to go off without a hitch— and, oh boy, if it did — she'd be the talk of the Lanes. Provided her and Ekko managed to escape the enforcers that would no doubt be heading towards them right after. But hey, they'll cross that bridge when they get there.

"Now, are you gonna stand over there shaking in your boots or are ya come over here and help me launch this?"

[jinxcursed]

"it was all so strange and so surreal ."

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . --- still accepting!

Envy in her heart, in her blood, it flows as easily as the SHIMMER that inhabits her does. HERO! BOY SAVIOR! @gettnup !!! Always getting the better end of the sticks than her. But, a glance over her shoulder, sister in sight, memories of ISHA and she remembers EXACTLY why she is here. 

But, she can't help the rage that boils, the FRUSTRATION. Even now she still can't do anything right. But then she hesitates her head lifts, that rage bubbles below the surface but as he speaks her eyes sporadic as she searches the small group.

Scoff from her lips as she tilts her head to the side, if they had one thing in common still it was KNOWING how bad topside was. BOTH hated them, and BOTH had been fighting back in their own ways of course. But there was still that softness, that care for their friendship from when she was Powder.

 ❝I didn't think you would ever kick it with topsiders. Definitely makes sense that some wild crazy magic happened and then you were totally fine. Ya know I heard boy saviors can't die. So totally checks out.❞

Smug expression as her hands carefully put together random bits and pieces of different things. One lifted and hesitated. An apology, rage subsides as if cold water was put into a boiling pot of water and it simmered to a halt.

GOOD! THEY COULD ALL JUST BE THE GOOD GUYS FOR ONE!

Soft etches of pink around them catch her eyes for a moment, a small trail of it around his head drawing out ideas followed by a smile. At first it seems as if she is just seeing it, Jinx shook her head. He HATES her, they all do! 

 ❝But why would the boy savior, who I thought I did kill. Weird we both lived haha, wanna share this with me?❞

Lips curl into a wide smile as she stood up, small grenade in her hand as she tossed it and caught it and then pointed two fingers at him. The mechanical one taking just a moment longer to mimic the finger gun she was going for before her head tilted to peek out from behind them. Just like old times. Just like when they would scream and shout at bullies or cheer for Vi when she would fight them. He had to TRUST her to share this right? TOTALLY!

 ❝You see you can finally trust me. That is why you are sharing! A MIRACLE EVERYONE, EKKO HAS SEEN I AM NOT THE VILLIAN! Although, I do have to say, the whole firelight thing was pretty cool. So, what else other than these huge descriptive words happened? You were in whatever this is? Or a result of it.❞

If there was ALWAYS one thing true about her it was she was SMART. More than most gave her credit for, sure explosions were fun, attention and painting the town blue & pink was great. But, what was it if she couldn't build Fishbones and Pow Pow? Just as she is thinking about what he had gone through the eye of Fishbones gently popped off and right before them was the Hextech orb from oh so long ago.

And suddenly it all clicks into place. The shimmer, what they did to her. Gaze flickering to Caitlyn, eyes pink x's for a moment until Vi stepped closer and her gaze shifted back to her NEW, OLD FRIEND. The fight with Vi. Fishbones, the gauntlets. This ALL WAS CONNECTED. A glimmer behind her eyes as she holds it out for him.

 ❝Vi and I fought. I totally kicked her ass but, fishbones--- something was different. Her stupid big punchers and her stupid girlfriends gun were all--- they were like the sanctuary. Like what you described. It's all connected isn't it?❞

[woodcries]

　　' 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, but i'm still waiting for my kettle to warm up for tea. '

@gettnup / one-liner starter call.

[cupcait]

❛  did it mean anything to you?  ❜

How her chest aches to hear the doubt in his voice , the anger that he cannot entirely bite back . Ekko needn't say what moment he refers to — she has carried this guilt since grief's grip released her heart .

She had hoped to break the cycle , end the injustices , the fear tormenting the Undercity ... and yet , she had only enabled it . Allowed it to fester , metastasize under Noxian influence .

Her eyes , failing to meet his , sting with rage towards her own ignorance . A nail digs into the palm of her hand , a breath to collect herself before she manages to face him .

' Of course it did ! I've hated myself every day for the choices I've made through this . I never hated Jinx . Not really . I hated what she did , but ... '

Another breath . She's straying from her point .

' I know you've no reason to forgive me . I truly only want to mend the damage I've caused . I won't make the same mistake . '

[demaciage]

Starter call for: @gettnup

The air grew heavier as Althea descended into Zaun, the smog thickening with every step she took down the winding, creaking pathways of the undercity. The vibrant glow of Piltover was nothing more than a distant shimmer above, replaced by the eerie bioluminescence of Zaun’s gases and machinery. This wasn’t her first time in the city, but it always felt as if Zaun breathed differently—sharper, wilder, more alive despite its struggles.

Shouts and the sharp crackle of explosions pulled her from her thoughts. She rounded a corner and came face-to-face with chaos: a skirmish between Piltover’s enforcers and the Firelights. The enforcers were relentless, Hextech weapons blazing as they pressed against the Firelights’ guerrilla tactics.

Althea hesitated for only a moment. The Firelights weren’t her enemies—they were trying to protect Zaun in their way. With a flick of her wrist, arcane sigils flared to life around her fingers, sparking with vibrant energy. She hurled a barrier between a Firelight and a crackling net of electricity, the spell dissipating the attack before it could ensnare them.

“Move!” She called, her voice cutting through the din.

[bangpow]

@gettnup sent: "this place gives me a good feeling."

Jinx sits cross-legged beneath the sprawling tree, its gnarled roots curling outward like veins through the earth. The fireflies drift lazily in the humid air. The hideout is quiet. No sound of marching boots, no screams of the dying, no distant clash of steel. Just the faint hum of the tree’s life force and the restless chitter of the glowing insects circling its branches.

❛ At least one of us feels good, ❜ she mutters, her voice hoarse from too many screams and too little sleep. She draws her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself in a gesture that feels more instinctive than comforting. Her body aches in ways she doesn’t want to think about—bruises blooming over sharp bones, bandaged cuts pulling tight with every movement. But that’s not why she feels this heavy, like she might sink into the soil and vanish altogether. She kind of wishes she could.

A faint tremor runs through her as Mylo’s voice returns, curling like smoke through her mind. If you don’t leave these people behind, you will eventually hurt them again. It’s all you’re good at. She winces, pressing her forehead to her knees, and squeezes her eyes shut. The whisper feels real, too real, louder than the chirp of the fireflies or the soft rustle of leaves overhead.

She shakes her head sharply, as though she can shake the voice loose, send it spiraling into the ether where it can’t reach her anymore. But it doesn’t work. It never works. Mylo’s sneer lingers, clawing at the inside of her skull, his words sticking like barbs.

❛ I don’t even know how you can stand to sit here next to me . . . ❜ she says, her voice quiet, almost swallowed by the stillness around them. There’s no anger in her words, no bitterness—only exhaustion, heavy and dragging. Her chin rests on her knees as she stares into the base of the tree. She doesn’t dare look at him. She can’t.

Her fingers dig into her arms, chipped pink and blue nails biting into her skin, ❛ After everything I’ve done . . . ❜ she adds, her voice quieter this time, fraying at the edges. The words hang there, suspended in the air, and she wonders if she should’ve stopped herself from saying them. What’s the point? She doesn’t expect forgiveness—hasn’t in a long time.

Her lips tremble for half a second before she clamps them shut. Crying isn’t an option. Not here. Not now. She’s emptied herself of tears anyway—bled them out along with everything else she used to be.

[forh3r]

"what a thing to admit."

"is it?" her nose scrunches lightly, a curious edge in her tone. felicia's admittedly lost so much about her daughters' lives, they might as well be strangers if not for the endless love felt for them. the friends they're circled with make her wonder how much of their young lives was spent fighting a war they didn't start, and how much they were allowed to actually be children. when ekko looks at her, it doesn't take much for felicia to figure out what kind of boy he is.

"you strike me as someone who wears his heart on his sleves," a pause for theatrics, though her mind certainly wanders in places it's best should not go - memories of people who are not worth rehashing just yet. "but you got burned." tale as old as time if she's right. now, felicia's never one to make assumptions ... she still never passed a chance at some good old gossip either. "so yeah i think you're quite the right person to tell me about what else i've missed."

[vielets]

@gettnup liked for act II vi.

with her head barely held up and her eyes half - drifting closed, vi kept herself cosied up at the end of the bar, three empty flagons in front of her, her bloodied, bandaged arm thrown limply across its shabby, ale - slick surface.

disoriented was almost too kind a depiction of the fuzz in her head. even in the pit, amongst the dancing throng of people dedicated to losing themselves in the oscillation of lights and music — it felt like moving in slow motion without any clear direction. like she'd hit her head too many times, taken one too many uppercuts to the face.

as if she hadn't let every hit come.

ignorant of the patrons flanking her — other brawlers, looking to anaesthetize their bruised egos; other sump rats and high rollers with enough cash to buy out the chem barons —, vi reached for another overflowing tin mug when she felt a familiar hand pull it out of her failing, numbed grip. through a shift of elbows and clinking liquor bottles, she glimpsed a friendly face; one she was too keen to push away before the hulking bouncer behind the bar inevitably tossed her out on her ass.

" get off me. "

[poisonedpowder]

@gettnup asked:

“ why won’t you even look at me? ” Prompt

'BECAUSE YOU WILL MAKE ME SECOND-GUESS MYSELF!!!' The thought echoes in her mind. It is loud and resounding and it takes everything in her to not turn around and yell it right at him. It takes everything in her not too think about it too much. To not let his words take space in her mind. If she gives them space, it could undo all her work. It could affect her resolve.

She can't afford to do that.

She's worked too hard to bury that part of her life. It has taken too much effort to drown out Powder like she has— but obviously she hasn't done as good of a job as she thought. Just hearing his voice sends her right back to the surface.

This is the very reason that when he started popping back up, started meddling in Silco's affairs, that she had done her best to avoid having to get into it. Unfortunately, Silco had sensed her apprehension and pushed her right into the forefront of it all.

'If you can't face the ghost of your past and banish them away, you're not going to reach your potential, Jinx.'

Damn him. Damn him and damn Ekko's never-ending nosiness... his never-ending determination.

Jinx brushes her hand over the gun at her hip, contemplating what to do next. She could try and banish him... permanently. He and his new crew had been taken aback at her attack. It's probably the only reason he bothered to say a thing at all. To buy some time. But taking the chance to get rid of him now? That's just wishful thinking. There's a reason she's given her back to him this entire time. She's not ready to face the very alive part of her past that he is. She's not ready to face this ghost yet. He can actually talk back. Well, more coherently than the other ones she used.

Her left hand drops back down to her side as her right reaches for a familiar device. She let's out a sigh before she coaxes the energy to the surface to fit the role she's got. Finally, a chuckle emerges from her lips as her thumb prepared to pull the pin on the smoke grenade she's going to use to leave.

"Ya know, you outta spend your time worrying more about how you're gonna get out of this and less time on whether or not I'm gonna give you the attention you seem to soooooo desperately crave. I figured you were already getting enough of that, boy savior. Maybe next time do somethin' to make lookin' at you worth my time, how about that?"

[gaevaer]

@gettnup has chosen to ( clean ) Caitlyn's wounds.

Caitlyn sat on the edge of the curb, her shoulders slumped and her usually impeccable posture long abandoned. The night air was cool against her skin, but it did little to soothe the ache radiating from her split lip and the throbbing gash at her hairline. Her rifle rested on the ground beside her, discarded and probably broken. Blood had dried in uneven streaks down her temple, mixing with sweat and grime from the latest battle.

Ekko knelt in front of her, carefully dabbing at her forehead with a damp cloth. His touch was gentle, practiced, as if he'd done this a hundred times before — because he probably had. Caitlyn stayed still, staring past him, her fingers twisting idly in her lap. She felt… Raw guilt.

❝ You really don’t have to do this, you know,❞ she said softly, her voice carrying none of the authority she was known for. It was almost sheepish, like she was apologizing for taking up space. She glanced at him just then, taking in the way his brows furrowed slightly in concentration, the quiet kindness in his movements.

Ekko was…good. She’d seen that goodness in the place he’d built, in the way the people of his community looked up to him, trusted him. It struck her, again, just how extraordinary he was. A beacon of hope in a place most of Piltover refused to see as anything but a lost cause. He did not belong there. Like most people must have not…

❝ This isn’t exactly what I imagine you’d call quality time,❞ she murmured after a moment. Her voice was quiet, unsure, as if she was afraid of breaking the fragile moment. ❝ Cleaning blood off a Piltover enforcer doesn’t seem like the best use of your time. You should be with your people. I can handle this.❞

[essencefluxed]

@gettnup sent: ❝  I  don’t  play  the  odds.  I  play  the  man.  ❞

“…Right. Do you even know what that means?”

This was not the welcome he thought he would get when he returned from Shurima. Ezreal had expected everything to still be in one piece, for one, and two—well, there wasn’t a two, the more he thought about it. This hadn’t been his first jaunt around Zaun ( to the dismay of most, the blonde was oddly notorious for…well. Stealing LIBERATING important things, but that was besides the point ), but he really didn’t expect Noxus to get involved either; the name of the empire leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. At of all the places he had managed to travel to in such a short amount of time, Noxus was the absolute worst.

Leather clad shoulders shrug, the triangle shaped runes upon his freckles cheeks lighting up ever so slightly in unison with his gauntlet; the mana dancing idly upon his skin as he glanced up in thought before it snuffed itself out like a light with a snap of Ezreal’s fingers.

“Well, just in case you don’t—it means you can read people.” A snort. “You’re telling me that you can do that? Doubt, man.”

[deaiustitia]

@gettnup 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻.

The rustling of leaves was gentle above their heads, a whisper of a melody carried by a fresh breeze that did not seem to belong in a broken world like the one she had just witnessed the past days in the undercity.

It sang of hope, it sang of peace, it called for life itself as it became one note with the laughters of the young children that inhabited that secret place.

It truly was a heaven for those who were able to escape from the claws of Silco and his greed indeed.

"I hope you could apologise on my behalf to the child who offered me some water earlier today." Her eyes met with Ekko. If she heard Vi correctly, that was the name of the young man who seemed to be the leader of the Firelights group. That same organisation which had been under the radar of Piltover's eyes for the past months. "I didn't mean to hurt them, and if I did so, I hope they can accept my honest apology."

For her whole life she had lived in the ignorance of these people's suffering. She had been blind to the death that cursed the alleys of the undercity, deaf to the helpless screams that followed her like a shadow in the dim lit streets of the forgotten city.

Ekko and his group truly seemed to be pure, warm light brought to show a path for those who had lost it.

"I would like to help." Her voice held a firmness that always reflected in the bright blue of her hues whenever she was determined to pursue her own objectives.

"If you allow me to, of course" She added quickly, still learning how to walk on that broken glass she had only recently familiarised to step on without causing more damage than it had already been done.

[sevica]

@gettnup: it’s in my nature to want to help.

the sense of a phantom limb is one she's still not used to. she trains herself, slowly, in a way that sticks hard behind her teeth and ekes out a grimace to discard her left hand and tie her boots with her right. each door is barged through with the right hand scape of her shoulder, or thrust open with the heavy brunt of the ball of her foot. a heavy reminder of limitation creeps into the back of her brain, and she snuffs it out with an evenly placed bruise or spat out teeth from whichever rat shines a light on it.

"save it, kid."

but still, she makes no attempt to move aside from digging a rolled cigarette from the inside of her jacket, pursing it between her lips, and withdrawing her lighter in another swift act. ekko peels back the shroud lodged tightly against her shoulders, and while she offers a warning glare, the flicker of flame between her fingers and the low glow of a cigarette leaves them silent for a while longer.

he wants to help and it makes her feel like a kicked puppy. (she'll never be quite like that — not like these fools that see themselves in their dismay and only blame the very bones of zaun surrounding them. they've been trodden on one too many times, but shimmer, and vander, and silco themselves have tried to prove time and time again that there is nothing here in this life for the self-righteous. they have to act in their own self interest, because when topside lay their boots on their pulses, they don't ever let the fuck up.)

"i don't need your help."

[stcries]

"ah, you found it. thank you." golden eyes widen in recognition, trailing from the stranger's face down towards familiar custom built cane within the other's grasp. viktor was no stranger to the undercity, it having been his home since he was a young boy. but even if he lived in piltover nowadays, there wasn't anything stopping him from making the journey downward from time to time, be it for research, or perhaps to meet with an old acquaintance.

but even if he'd ventured here many times, he hadn't expected himself to be a victim of theft so blatantly, the vagrants making away with one of his most prized possessions. whilst it wouldn't be too hard to commission a new one, getting back up top without it would be much easier said than done. which is why he was so thankful he'd managed to catch a glimpse of it out the corner of his eye. "i don't know how you managed to get your hands on it, you don't look like one of the ones who'd originally taken it ..."

↳  starter call. @gettnup