#i hate heimerdinger sm

[burningfunobject]

I CAN NOT BELIEVE I TRUSTED JAYCE. JAYCE I WANTED TO BELIEVE IN YOU

What the actual fuck

Viktor was the most content hes ever been, the healthiest he's even been and you SHOOT HIM IN THE FYCKING CHEST

How. HOW does jinx have better impulse control than jayce this season????

I cant wait a week

I can't do this

[yukioos]

Hmo.. Viktor x drunk!reader, After attending an event and overdid it with the alcohol due to mel being best friends with reader (Progress day or other events that lets them loosen up) (No nsfw or yes nsfw!)

NASTY DOG

SUMMARY: viktor x reader // on progress day, you tend to celebrate and drink too much, ignoring viktor’s worries. you end up confessing your feelings to your best friend, and take your relationship a step further.

AUTHORS NOTE: eeeee this ask is amazinggg!!! i love the idea of mel n reader being best friends sm!!!!! this is 2.2k words, a lot longer than i expected it to be

WARNINGS: suggestive but no smut, making out, not a lot of mel and reader talking, mention about reader and viktor having maybe sex later, not proofread

the way the city of piltover progressed and changed throughout the years has always fascinated you. watching new inventions come and go was always interesting, and the city had a spectacularly advanced community. heimerdinger always tells you and the members of the piltover community stories about how he founded the city. he is especially smart in science and works hard to improve the lives of those around him, which you always admired.

you were pleased when you figured out he found a new assistant, viktor. he grew to be your best friend quickly, and always rambled about his studies and his mistakes. whenever he makes a new discovery, you are always the first person he tells, and he explains it with such detail.

he’s a handsome guy. you never understood why people weren’t all over him, maybe because he was closed off and spent his days in a lab. he’s a busy man, you know that as well as you recognize the palm of your hand, but he always finds a way to make time for you.

there’s no doubt he loves you. as his best friend, you are always his first priority, but he loves to indulge in his interests, that being inventions. as a way to spend time with you and enjoy science at the same time, sometimes he lets you sit next to him in the laboratory while he’s working.

he occasionally asks you to pass him an instrument he can use, but most of the time, he just tells you to sit there and look pretty. you know well that he doesn’t like to be bothered during his work, and normally he hates it when someone is in the room with him as he’s working. however, it’s a different story when that person is you.

he never feels bothered by you, no. in fact, you help him concentrate more than he does when he’s without you. he doesn’t mind the soft sound of you turning pages in the book he bought you, and he doesn’t mind when you stand up to take a small sip of water. he rather enjoys when you do those small actions without even realizing it’s a large thing for him. he can’t help but realize it brings immense joy to him when you ask a little question like, ‘what does that do?’ when he picks up an instrument for his work, or when you make a quick statement, ‘that’s a pretty color,’ when he oh-so unintentionally adds your favorite color to his works.

you’ve always supported him with his hextech project, even though you could get frustrated with the way he’s acted in the past. sometimes he would feel agitated because he couldn’t figure a part out, or if he messed something up. despite this, you’ve continued to tell him that a true scientist never figures something out perfectly on the first try. you hoped your words would affect him, and thank god they do. once you overheard jayce complaining about how something isn’t working right, and viktor repeated your words back to him. that of course, made your heart swell with pride.

you always knew the hextech would, sometime in the future, impact a whole civilization. heimerdinger said he’s never seen anything like it in his 314 years of living, nor anything that came close to it ever since piltover was founded 200 years ago.

speaking of which, jayce is planning to give the big speech tonight. lucky for you, viktor decided to give you front-row seats to the assembly.

jayce suggested that viktor should join him on the stage and share the speech, but he refused. it wasn’t uncommon for people to have stage fright. the speech was impressive, jayce did an amazing job, honoring each and every one of the members of piltover.

after the ceremony, a party was hosted by a volunteer group, who set up a large room full of drinks and a feast for thousands. you hadn’t had time to talk to viktor in between the ceremony and party, so you began to take a few drinks with mel.

you hesitated a bit, but eventually gave in when mel reminded you that it’s the only party piltover will have for their 200th anniversary. the fancy room is decorated with gold banners featuring the words ‘happy progress day.’ there are couches, tables, and booths all around, as if it is serving as an elegant restaurant.

not too long after, your vision starts to become blurry, and your words slur. you turn around to see viktor and jayce sitting in a dark red booth, most likely discussing their next chapter of hextech over a glass of wine.

you grin and cheer, then mumble to mel, “oh, it’s viktor! i’ll be right back, mel!” and she nods, chuckling as she softly pats your back.

you walk over to viktor with a bounce in every step, feeling giddy after taking one too many sips of wine. he quickly spots your recognizable figure and smiles at you, eyes softening at your stumbling body.

“i thought i told you not to drink too much,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently before continuing, “you know drinking isn’t good for you.”

his worried voice makes you smile, and your cheeks flush, as they always do around him. a warm feeling spreads your body, and you hum, staring at viktor’s bright eyes. jayce soon gets pulled away by someone who seemingly needs his attention, and lets out a little “let’s work on the hextech tomorrow, viktor,” ending with a small goodbye.

“oh, good! now i have you all to myself!” you smile, placing your arm on viktor’s bicep, “didn’t you talk to heimer— heim— um…” you mumble, putting your finger to your lip and rubbing your temple, “i can’t remember, vik…”

“heimerdinger?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion. you must be drunk out of your mind if you can’t even remember the professor’s name.

“oh, yes! such a sweet guy… anyway, he talked to you about your new little gadgets, right? how’d that go?”

he knew you’d forget in a few minutes, but responded anyway. he sighed with frustration, “jayce and i showed the professor that the hextech is safe. he approved, of course, but i even found out a way to fortify the crystals, as you might remember me testing it out yesterday. we showed him the gloves and the hex claw—“

“i love the hex claw! it’s sooo cool, i love how you can control it with your own hand!” you comment, smiling and looking up at viktor through your eyelashes.

he blushes and nods, “eh, yes, thank you. we worked hard on it— but, anyways, heimerdinger explained the gadgets will most likely be perfected in a decade. i mean, why can’t we use the equipment now? i understand there are a few things wrong, but they would help the community so much!” he furrows his brows in frustration, eyes squinting.

“awh, baby, i know you worked hard on that. heimer— heim… um…” you forgot his name again, causing your best friend to smirk and chuckle to himself. you place your hand on his chest, “you’re real handsome, vik. don’t understand why people aren’t all over you.”

the way you look up at him with big eyes, your hand on his chest, gets his heart racing. he suddenly feels more nervous with the compliment and your actions. you rub his chest so caringly and keep glancing from his tie to his eyes.

you move closer to him, “your heart’s racing, baby. you nervous?” he bites his lip and glances to where jayce would have sat, trying to avoid your intimidating gaze.

he feels so small around you. not in a bad way, of course, you didn’t break him down, but instead built him up and made him a more confident version of himself. but when you were like this, when you flirt with him like this, his heart melts. he swears he would’ve fallen to his knees if he was standing. he would never admit it to anyone, but you could take over his life, control every single thing he does and he’d still be happy because at least he’d be with you.

“y’know, you’re so sweet, so caring and loving. you’re the smartest person i know, and you don’t get much credit for it. i hope you know i love you and everything you do for me and this city, vikky. i really mean it.”

i love you.

all his problems disappear when you say those three words, and his eyes visibly widen. he doubts you for the first time in his life, and he asks, “did councilor medarda tell you to say this? are you messing with me? because if you are—“

“sweetheart, i’ve never been more serious in my life. you’re my best friend, but i want more. i want you.”

you slowly straddle his lap, hand still perched on his chest. you look deep into his eyes as if you are trying to find his soul hidden inside.

he remembers you once said if you had to merge souls with anyone, it’d be him. you claimed you wouldn’t complain about anything, and you’re practically the same person. it truly was an intimate conversation with him, and you finally spoke out that you wanted to stay with him for eternity. you just wish you knew how.

you rub his chest, wishing you could rip his vest off and feel him, skin-to-skin. you completely forget you are in a public space, however, the chatter and people had died down, and most retreated to their homes already.

you bring a hand up to his cheek, and he can’t help but lean into the comforting feeling of your palm. rubbing his cold cheek, you feel shaking hands on your waist. you grin and glance up to his eyes, then down to his lips multiple times, trying to find any part of him that doesn’t want to go through.

but you can’t find anything, so you close your eyes and softly kiss his lips. you have a party in your head, congratulating yourself for finally kissing him and confessing your feelings. your lips continue to move against his cold ones, and soon you begin to hear soft whimpers from the man.

you grin into the kiss, understanding the effect you have on the scientist. moving your hand to the back of his head, you feel adrenaline coursing and pumping through your veins. this is the most exhilarating moment of your life.

he grips your waist tighter, and one hand moves down to your ass. it lingers for a couple of seconds, waiting to see if you’ll push it off. when you don’t, he grips the plush of your ass hard, and you whimper into the kiss.

he feels proud of himself, loving your reaction to the small action. he brings his other hand under and up your back, feeling the soft skin against his palm.

you feel as if you’re about to lose oxygen and pass out, not wanting to break up the kiss. you push past your wants and desires, moving away from him for a split second. the combo of his tired eyes and plump lips is surely a sight. a string of saliva is still connected to your lips to his, but you don’t care.

god, you need to be closer to him, you need to be one. you grip his shoulder and tugged on his hair, eliciting a moan from his mouth. you push your lips against him, always wanting more from him. you whimper against his lips, however, still being the dominant figure in the action.

moving closer to him, you feel safer, and heat blooms from his chest. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, still keeping a hand in his soft hair. as you move closer to him, your chest pushes against him. he groans, feeling your soft and warm body close to his.

he’s knocked out of his thoughts when he’s reminded that you’re in a public space, and he taps your unclothed arm. you hate to part your lips, but concede, as you need air.

you whine against his chest and bring your hands back to rest on his shoulders. he mumbles and stutters, “s-sweetheart, we really shouldn’t be doing this here. we should go back to your room—“ he looks like he wants to say something more, but he catches himself and bites his tongue.

“i know that look, vik. don’t feel guilty about this, i didn’t have too much to drink, i’m aware of my actions, i’m okay.” you smile up at him and give him a quick peck, more intimate and cherished than the last, “let’s go up to my room.”

he smiles, and you stumble out of the booth, viktor follows right after you. he grabs his cane and stumbles, still nervous and sweaty after the interaction with you. you hold his hand and continue talking to him, rambling about some show of how two characters are gods who represent life and death, who happen to be each other’s spouses.

you recommend he watches the movie, but deep in your mind, you’re still thinking about how you could make yours and viktor’s night even better.

viktor listens to all your words, he always does. but now, he just wants you to shut up, he wants to consume you and become one, as you said a few days ago. he tries to not grip your hand tightly, trying not to express his feelings at the moment, of how badly he wants you.

[tonberry-yoda]

I Work Alone - Viktor

notes - PLEASE I LOVE THIS MAN SM OMFG. He stole my heart faster than any man has ever before. I love him sm. And like omfg arcane is so good like what?!?!?!?!? so my arcane fans, where you at??? I hope you enjoy!! Sending lots of love <333

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Growing up in the under city didn't just make you an outcast. It made you something worse. It made life harder for you. Whenever you would even think about setting foot up top, no matter how much you tidied yourself or how much you made yourself look presentable, somehow they would always know. They would always know that you just didn't belong.

But that didn't stop you from anything.

You were going to change the world and you were going to make the under city nothing but just another side of the bridge.

And no one was going to stop you from that dream.

---

"y/n! How long are you going to be in there!!!"

Music blared in your room and you took a step back, appreciating your work.

"y/n! Open this goddamn door or I'm gonna break it down myself!!!"

Everything was coming together, you could feel it. Just one more-

"Y/N!!!!!"

You jumped when you heard your name being shouted from the other side of the door and you quickly turned off your music. You threw open the door, your face red with embarrassment to find Mel standing there, her arms crossed.

"I have been screaming your name for five minutes too long, y/n. What the hell are you doing?"

"I was just..." you rubbed the back of your neck and pointed to a mechanical piece on a desk that looked like a puppy.

"What is it?" Mel tilted her head and walked into the room. She reached toward the piece, but you stopped her quickly.

"D-Don't touch that. It's not done yet. I wanted to show it to Professor Heimerdinger first but-"

"Don't worry, y/n," Mel placed her hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. "I'll leave it be. The reason I bothered you though was because I wanted you to meet someone."

"Meet someone? Mel, you know I don't really like meeting new people. Plus I'm busy and-"

"I think you'll like him, y/n," Mel put her hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. "He wants to change the world."

"Change the world," you scoffed. "Don't they all?" Your tone was mocking, but honest. Everyone who grew up up here wanted to 'change the world' but nobody knew the world they needed to change. No one knew what the people in the under city had to go through. They did all this change for people to still suffer. You hated it.

"He's different, y/n. Please trust me."

You took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll go with you. But don't expect me to work with anyone, okay?"

The two of you stepped out of your lab and you walked out.

"You know," Mel giggled. "I don't really see how a mechanical puppy is supposed to change the world. You know, since you're so keen on doing that."

Your face flushed red. "Sh-Shut up, Mel. I just had a block and didn't want to change the world with my mind full of crap, so I wanted to do some... artistic freedom."

"I'm just teasing you, that's all."

Mel led you to a room pretty far away from your own. Another lab, it seemed. There was nothing you hated more than working with others though, so Mel was simply just wasting your time.

"Jayce?!" Mel called out. "Jayce, I brought that scientist!"

"What?!" Jayce was under some giant device in the middle of the room and slammed his head while trying to scoot himself out. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn." He stood up, rubbing his head, and walked over to you with a smile, sticking out his hand to shake yours. "You must be y/n, right?"

You smiled slightly and took his hand. "I am. You're Jayce?"

"That's me! Professor Heimerdinger has showed me some of your work. You're a very talented scientist, y/n."

You blushed a bit. "Oh, you think? Thanks. It's not much but you know..."

"Not much? Are you kidding?!" Jayce looked surprised. "This is nothing?!" He pulled out a picture that apparently the Professor had given him. Something that you made years ago. One of your best projects.

"Well, not nothing nothing.... but like... Thank you."

Jayce smiled at you. "I want you to work with me."

You looked shocked. "Work with you?" You turned to Mel and she just smiled.

"Yeah! You're super talented and the more the merrier!"

"Oh, I don't work with people." You admitted.

"Why not?" Jayce sat in a nearby chair, rolling it closer to you.

"It's just not how I like to work, thanks though."

You went to walk out, but Mel grabbed you on the shoulder and hissed in your ear. "y/n, this is a huge opportunity. Why not take it?"

"I work alone." You hissed back.

"Just please try for a while, y/n. You're giving up perfect opportunities. I want you to do something with your life instead of being cooped up in your room waiting for change that won't happen unless you get the help you need."

You exhaled sharply and turned to Jayce who was looking at you with a soft smile.

"Fine." You said quietly. "I'll work with you. But if it's all for nothing, I'm out. You promised change, now show me some."

Jayce smiled at you widely and shook your hand. "You won't regret this, y/n. And with your help, that change should come in no time. Now let me grab Viktor, he's gonna be so excited!!"

Jayce quickly ran off and you turned to Mel. "Viktor? Who's Viktor?"

"Your other partner, y/n. I want you to get along with these boys. I'm sure you'll make the change you desire."

Honestly, as much as that feeling inside of you wanted to hate the idea of working with other people, you were actually excited to work with Jayce. He was a very talented man who had made magic and science work together. And maybe he really was the missing piece you needed to make the change you desired so heavily.

Or maybe that missing piece was... him.

Your face flushed a bright shade of pink when Jayce dragged in a boy that looked no older than you. He had scruffy hair and deep cheekbones and held a cane.

"What's this all about, Jayce?" The boy asked with a thick accent. "I was working!" He fixed his hair and cursed at Jayce under his breath, but froze when he saw you.

"Viktor, I want you to meet y/n! Our new business partner."

Viktor limped forward and smiled at you. "I'm excited to work with you, y/n. Now come, I want to show you something." He immediately turned around and walked to where he came from. You turned to Jayce and Mel, who just shrugged at you.

"Are you coming, y/n?" Viktor asked. "And what about you, Jayce?"

You hurried over to Viktor and Jayce chuckled. "I think I'll keep working on this monster," he gave the giant device he was working on earlier a smack that echoed a metal boom.

"Fine then," Viktor scoffed. "More for y/n then. Come now."

While walking behind Viktor, you couldn't help but blush a little. He was just so.... you didn't know, but something about him stood out to you.

"You're from the under city, aren't you?" Viktor asked, not looking at you once.

"How did you know?" Ever since you somehow got into school above the under city, no one had recognized you were from down there in a long time.

Viktor chuckled. "I am from there too!"

"Really?!" You didn't know why that excited you so much. Maybe it was just nice to have someone with a familiar backstory who wanted to help with the same cause as you.

Viktor pressed his index finger onto his lips as if he were shushing you. "Don't tell Jayce though. I still want it to be a secret. It's more fun that way, no?"

You laughed. "Then I guess we'll keep each other's little secrets."

Viktor led you into a smaller lab where there was scattered papers and bits and pieces of mechanical parts spread across a large desk.

He walked over to a area covered in papers and swept them away before pulling out a bright blue shard of some sort. He threw it at you and you struggled to catch it, but luckily you did.

"What is this?" You eyed the piece for a moment before looking back up at Viktor.

"A Hex Crystal. Get used to it. This is what you'll be working with."

The luminescent blue crystal held your gaze for a long while. So this was how he was doing it? You were amazed. This little thing could do so much more than what it looked like it could do.

"Cool, huh?"

You smiled like an idiot. "Super cool."

"I cannot wait to work with you, y/n."

"I can't wait to work with you, Viktor."

---

Hextech was one of the most successful businesses in the world. Years of work paid off, and honestly, you made some great friends out of it.

The kid you were years ago begging for food on the sides of the streets of the under city would be ecstatic.

"Giving another speech today, Mr. Handome Pants?" You asked Jayce, pulling on a nice jacket to wear at another ceremony of many that you've already been to this week.

Jayce rolled his eyes at you and slicked back his hair. "Yes, I'm giving another speech today."

"Well, good luck out there!" You smiled and gave him a pat on the back that almost sent the man flying forward.

"Jesus, y/n. Maybe you're a little too supportive, don't you think?" He rubbed his back that definitely had a red mark in the shape of your hand.

You laughed and gave Jayce a hug. "Seriously though, good luck out there, Jayce. Thanks for everything."

You pulled away, and Jayce smiled at you. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you and Viktor. Thanks so much for joining us."

You smiled warmly and tightened Jayce's tie. "Don't be late."

"I won't." Jayce hurried out of the room and you just sat playing with a mechanical dog you made years ago. Mel told you it wouldn't change the world, but it sure made you happier, so it was one of your best inventions.

You heard a soft knock on the side of the door and looked up to find Viktor leaning in the door frame. "Jayce is giving the speech now."

"Not out there drinking or partying, Viktor?"

Viktor laughed out loud. "Imagine me partying. No. I'm working on something right now."

"When are you not?" The mechanical dog you were playing with ran to Viktor and laid on his feet.

"You act like you're any better, y/n."

"Hey! I'm actually not working on anything right now! I'm actually relaxing."

"We'll see how long that lasts." Viktor chuckled and walked over to where you were, taking a seat next to you as the dog found a little corner to lie in.

"You're awful, Viktor." You nudged him on the shoulder and he just giggled quietly.

"Am I now?"

"Yes."

The two of you sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying the sun that was pouring into the room and the quiet before you both had to go out there and be representatives of Hextech. You didn't mind the chaos, but after a week of doing it, it could get quite exhausting.

"I'm glad I met you, Viktor." Your voice was quiet, but sincere.

"Where did that come from?" He matched your volume, a slight laugh behind his words.

"Just take the compliment."

"I'm glad I met you too."

"You're a very talented man." You turned to look at Viktor. He was so much paler then he used to be, and his cheekbones caved in even more, which you didn't even know was possible. Oh god, the least he could do is get some damn sleep.

"I think that's enough with the compliments. You're too full of flattery." Viktor set his hand on the leg that caused his limp and didn't look towards you at all.

You moved his hand and replaced it with yours. He finally looked over at you, shock painting his face. "y/n, I-"

You interrupted him quickly, pressing your lips to his. He was in shock for a few moments, but pulled you closer, a groan slipping out from the back of his throat. You pushed yourself into the kiss more, but didn't realize that would cause the both of you to fall flat onto the floor.

You both pulled your lips away from each other and he giggled, cupping your face. "What are we even doing?"

You just shrugged and fell onto Viktor's chest before laying next to him on the floor. You two stared at the ceiling, hand in hand for a while just listening to the sound of cheers from outside.

"I want to fix the under city." You said, your tone softer than it's ever been before. "I love helping up here, but what about them?"

"I know how you feel. I want to help too. I just don't know how."

You sighed. "Neither do I."

"But we can figure it out together, no?" He squeezed your hand and turned on his side, his nose inches away from your own. "We're smart and we know what it's like down there."

You smiled and cupped Viktor's face, placing a small kiss onto his nose. "I think we can. It might take time, but with you by my side, we can do anything."

"We can kick the world's ass."

You laughed out loud, making Viktor sigh lovingly. He loved that laugh.

"Yeah, Vik, we can kick the world's ass."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, sighing into the kiss. You pulled yourself over so you were on top of him and the two of you smiled into the kiss.

Viktor pulled away, his lips sticking to yours for a moment and he chuckled, the breath from his nose dusting your face. "I think I love you." He whispered.

"You think?"

He just laughed and pulled you in for another kiss.

"Ahem!" You both nearly jumped out of your skin, finding Jayce standing at the door with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, what are you looking at?!" You scoffed, getting off of Viktor and helping him off of the ground.

"I didn't mean to interrupt this romantic moment," Jayce said. "But I would love to see you guys at the party downstairs. This is your company too, after all." He winked at the two of you and left.

You turned to Viktor with a smile. "Sorry about that."

"Please don't apologize," he placed a small kiss on your cheek and grabbed his cane. "We can do this another time. Maybe somewhere more..." he brought his lips mere centimeters away from your ear. "private."

And just like that, he left.

That bastard.

You were gonna get him back for that one.

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[sergeanthatredbignaturals]

Heimerdinger on his way to be the worlds most useless councillor, like how tf are you gonna be a scientist and be scared of change you’re actually taking the piss. “No great science should ever put lives at risk” (that’s quoted from memory btw so it might not be 100% right) you’re kidding right? How can you make advancements in shit like medicine without endangering people? I fear that’s how this works dude

An real, w-t-fuck is your problem with Zaun being independent, y’all aren’t governing it anyway?

I don’t even like Jayce, but he’s literally the only normal person on the council (probably because he didn’t grow up filthy rich) like he’s actually the only one there that gaf about anything important (sidenote i want Hoskel or whatever his name is dead i hate him sm good lord)

I'm genuinely so sick of the silco hate. Yes he's a bad guy. Yes he's committed very serious crimes and is a violent person and a murder. Those are all very valid reasons to dislike a fictional character. But there are just some things people like to shit on silco for that truly aren't his fault.

Imagine if YOU were a single dad to a mentally ill teenager and at the same we're trying to manage a business, gain independence for your country, AND deal with other bullshit nonsensical problems. I'd be pissed too, I'd be stressed the fuck out too. People can't seem to push past the bad and see the truth; because all of this shit IS NOT hidden in the show it's at the forefront. Silco has a lot of shit on his plate and he has to deal with everything at the same fucking time ALONE. This guy's life is hell on the average day but during arcane? Nah my man was fighting for his life literally and figuratively.

Jinx's entire behavior can NOT be blamed on silco it genuinely cannot and it's silly to even think such a thing. I'm so sick of people trying to make him the scapegoat when it comes to her situation. "He didn't try to heal her" in the city where we know that canonically, there are no doctors? Tell me, oh wise one, where the hell silco, of all men, was going to find a therapist for his daughter and medicine for her psychosis? Like BITCH PLEASE! PLEASE! That's ridiculous.

Silco himself IS MENTALLY ILL, OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO TRY TO GIVE HER THE SAME SHITTY COPING SKILLS HE USES FOR HIMSELF! AND GENUINELY, IS HE WRONG FOR THAT? I don't believe so.

"oh he's the reason jinx was tortured-" you mean when silco held his DYING daughter in his arms and tried to save her? When he, at his old fucking age, ran all the way from the bridge to singed SINGLEHANDEDLY to get her the ONLY MEDICAL ATTENTION the undercity has? Did you truly forget that singed knocks silco out during this scene. If so, rest assured, because has silco been MENTALLY PRESENT in that scene, he would have never allowed that shit to happen. The moment he wakes up and sees that she's fucking gone and the table is bloody, he IMMEDIATELY threatens singed and asks what the fuck he did. Don't put that shit on him he had no idea.

Yes this man is a piece of shit but he's a man none the less can we cut him a fucking break PLEASE!

[ravenkinnie]

You talked before about your expectations of things you think may happen. What about expectations of things you hope don't happen?

I'm gonna assume this is about arcane hdhdhdjdj

I talked about it sm before so I'm not gonna repeat it but a redemption arc for jinx would be. so bad jdjdjdjsj it doesn't have to be a full on tragedy yk but I hope they don't do some half assed redemption arc man

vi and cait becoming enforcers (well, sheriff in caits case) - I accept that this is the lol canon and it will happen somehow but also, a girl can be a hater about her favorite show jdhsjsjs I hate that it will happen and that this is the lol canon because we really don't need so many lesbian cops in media let lesbians get other jobs

I'm so iffy on how ekko and heimerdingers story line will play out - I like the anger lol ekko has towards piltover, the strain in his relationship with vi over her being an enforcer, I really hope they keep that aspect of him and not just have him be like omg rich people can be good too. like are you seriously telling me he would have beef with caitlyn who's a glorified traffic warden but be all kiss kiss fall in love with heimerdinger who's directly responsible for zauns oppression

I don't think mel will die. but if mel dies I die we go down together bitch

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The more I rewatch arcane the more I hate Mel

Not for the reasons cishet men hate her, but because of how she manipulated Jayce and tried tearing him and Viktor apart

Cause first she's all up in Jayce's business telling him to rage war on the undercity, to go against Heimerdinger, and then she fucking humiliated him in front of the council when he brought it up??

I hate her sm

Excellent character, a lot of depth and sides to her, but I fucking hate her guts and I will not be sad if Jinx's rocket kills her in s2 bc it's fucking karma for what she and the other members of the counsil have done

Ok I don't fully remember the exact details of all of this because I havent rewatched in a while. So I will just say that seems valid. I disagree, but I understand why you don't like her.

However, I will say that I've noticed, (and this is something that Black creaters have pointed out) is that people tend to be harsher towards Black women in fiction than they are with other characters. It's a whole thing. And people often don't realize they have this unconcious bias. Like a lot of people really hate Martha from the third season of Doctor Who and they "don't know why" she's just "annoying."

Not saying that you don't have valid reasons to hate her. Just something to keep in mind.

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WHERE is ekko???

Why did the caveman show up instead of him

Where has that little RAT scampered off to

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Actually cannot express how BAD I need to consume everything to do with arcane

It's gotten to the point I'm dreaming of these fuckers

I convinced myself season 2 had come out early and I watched it

I was so disappointed when I woke up

I miss them all

Apart from heimerdinger

I hate him sm

Wish he tried to jump instead of viktor

And it looks like he'll be relevant next season ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Hate his little dog too