#i learnt that from jinx

[somuchbetterthanthat]

That first scene where Silco appears to capture Vander, ready to do all the evil entrance, but before anyone can react Vander is on his feet, staggering on right to Silco and Silco has a Flashback and raise his knife but instead of being, y'know, attacked, Vander just launches himself at him and pushes him against a wall and HUGS HIM.

The knife still penetrates into his side a bit, but Vander got worse, and while Silco is still reeling from the shock of it all, Vander just huffs and whispers in his ear: "Deserves that, I guess. Maybe more. That what you've been planning all those years, Silco? Vengeance?"

And Silco is like "You... knew." very slowly. almost wonderingly. and Vander snorts. "This? No. But you keep track of my kids and I keep track of your people. That how it works now, doesn't it?"

"What the hell is this?" Marcus snaps, before Silco can ask Why (why the hug? what's Vander's stupid plan? Why is it still warm against Silco, so familiar after so many years, why are they fitting so comfortably against this wall, why did Vander had to immediately undermine him, how dare he--). "This wasn't what was agreed! Have you both-- been working together--"

"Shame about Grayson," Vander says. "She might have been the only good ones of the lot."

"She was an Enforcer," Silco hisses in disgust.

"So's he." Vander says, and then, because he's an asshole, Silco is remembering now, he leans back, steals a kiss, then turns back to Marcus, who raises his weapon shakingly but Vander just grabs the gun, throws it to Benzo, who's still a bit stunned, and then punches Marcus so hard that Marcus's skull cracks against a wall.

The world is silent for a moment, and then Vander breathes and looks back at Silco, level-headed: "Now. If you wanted to kill me, I'd rather you do it somewhere my daughter won't see. If you wanted to talk, I'd rather we do it over a drink. What will it be?"

"You're bleeding," says Silco.

"Yeah," Vander agrees. "And I bet you got lots of other guys ready to kick my ass, too. Might succeed as well. Just not here. So where are we going, Silco?"

"...Not to the Last Drop," Silco spits.

"Figured," Vander says, with something that's almost a smile.

"Silco-" says Sevika at the same time as Benzo says "Vander-"

But they might as well not exist anymore already. Silco tilts his chin, Vander nods, just says: "Tell Violet to take care of the others, Benzo, will you?"

[purplecladmerchant]

I like timebomb like the next fucker around. And I giggle with the "jynx tagged Ekko! He's all spray painted!!"

But. I haven't seen anyone talking about that it's not just Ekko. Everyone is painted. It's Zuan uniform. It's Zuan organization to go to war. It's Zuan going to help Piltover, but not wearing their uniform. Wearing It's own. It's Jinx and Ekko railing the revolution, it's the revolution not painting their hair blue and wearing Jinx clothes on a straight up imitation, but respecting her view and call to action to unite her force. It's the people who refused to fight by the banner of Piltover but was still willing to fight for Zuan, and by the side of them, just not to be assimilated. It's Ekko being a soldier. It's Zuan joining together under a uniform that it's proper for them.

[vengeful4ever]

i feel so wildly overwhelmed

[giannaln4]

Lucky Bracelet

lando norris x fem reader

summary: Making friendship bracelets was one of your favourite things to keep you entertained during race weeks, and you just had to make a special one for your boyfriend.  (1.5k words)

warnings: fluff, established relationship, a couple sexual innuendos

a/n: guys look at me! two posts in one week? crazy. i'm honestly trying to clean up my inbox since i still have a few requests from before my break 😭 so if you sent one, i'm getting there, i promise! now, this is a little bit cheesy and there are a few weird time skips so I apologise for that, but i really hope you like it! pls let me know what you think 🫶🏻

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Being constantly surrounded by hundreds of people and the double amount of cameras was not something you liked, but it’s something you had to put up with given the amount of attention your boyfriend got; it was something you have learnt to deal with. Not that you were fully used to it now, but at least it didn’t make you as anxious as it used to when you first started dating.

At least now you found something that helped you get your mind off the intense atmosphere that surrounded you during race weeks: making friendship bracelets. You made a few when you went to see Taylor Swift in concert late last year, and it stuck with you since then.

You travelled with all the materials you needed: colourful beads and cotton threads, tape, scissors — the whole deal. It wasn’t like you made an insane amount of bracelets every time you accompanied Lando to a race, but if you were bored or overwhelmed, you knew you had something to do.

Today was one of those days; Lando was specially busy today, and given your shy and quiet personality, you didn’t know that many people around, so you decided to lock yourself in Lando’s drivers room and get to it, carefully picking the letters and colours you would use.

Lando hated to leave you alone. He was aware of the many things he had to do, but he didn’t expect them to take that long, so as soon as he got a little bit of free time to catch lunch, he went looking for you. 

“Hey,” he greeted one of the mechanics. 

“Hi mate, how is it going?”

“All good, thanks. It’s a bit hot outside but still nice.”

“And yet, you are wearing a hoodie.” He teased him.

Lando let out a laugh, well aware of his reputation. "Well, I still have to keep it in style, don’t I?”

“You do, we know.”

“Anyway, have you seen Y/N?” 

“She must be in your room. I haven’t seen her since the two of you got here this morning.”

He smiled, knowing exactly what you were up to if you hadn’t left the small space all day. “Thanks.”

Lando made his way to his room, carefully knocking on the door before coming in. He didn’t want to scare you and make you drop all your beads, which has happened more times than he would like to admit.

“Come in,” he heard you yell from inside.

He opened the door and gave you the sweetest smile you have ever seen. “Hey, I’m back.”

“Hey, what took you so long?” You dropped everything you were doing to direct your attention at him. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know we would have to be there all morning, but I’m back for lunch.”

“It’s okay, and thank God, I’m starving.” You took a piece of tape to hold your bracelet in place and started to get up.

“What are you making here?” He asked you as he got closer to the small table, analysing what you had on display as the bright-coloured beads caught his eye.

“No, it’s a surprise.” You responded, quickly hiding your unfinished creation with your hands. 

“A surprise you say?” He came behind you to wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your head. 

You melted into his embrace and hummed in response, using one of your bags to hide it instead so you could hug your boyfriend back. “You can’t see it until you win this race.”

“Mhm, I see. What if I don’t win? When do I get to see it?” He questioned, not wanting to jinx his weekend, but he was still curious. 

“The next race you win.” You said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Got it. In that case, I’m gonna have to win this race.” He grabbed your hips to turn you around, kissing you on the lips once you were facing him.

You went to eat your lunch together as you normally did, enjoying each other’s company as you talked about anything you could come up with. Before you knew it, he had to go back to his duties, and even though you tried hard to act normal about being left alone so he wouldn’t feel guilty, he still noticed. He knew you better than you knew yourself, anyway.

“You can come with me if you want, that way you don’t have to be alone.”

“No, it’s okay. I know there are millions of people and cameras when you do these things."

He couldn’t help but feel guilty; he knew you were there to support him, so he hated to be apart from you when you did. “I’m sorry, love. I know you don’t feel comfortable when there are a lot of people around. You know you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to, you could always stay home.”

“If you don’t want me to come, just say that,” you joked.

“No, it’s not that,” Lando replied immediately. “I do want you here, I always do, but I hate that you feel like you have to hide.”

“Lan, I’m not hiding. Sure, I do prefer to stay inside, but it’s not because I want to hide from the world. Besides, that’s why I always bring something to entertain myself with. I’ll be fine, I promise,” you reassure him.

“Okay,” he nods, smiling at you. “But if you want to go back to the hotel, that’s okay.”

The rest of the weekend went on a lot quicker, even though he was just as busy. Qualifying and race days were a lot less boring since you got to see the cars from the garage, enjoying the full wag experience. 

As the race went on, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and excited at the same time. Lando started from pole (which made you assure him the night before he would get to see the bracelet after the race), but you still had the need to crack your fingers every once in a while. There were only a few laps left, and he had led the entire race so far, and with the gap becoming bigger, you couldn’t contain your excitement.

Once he finally crossed that finish line with a 21-second margin, everyone in the garage cheered and jumped, celebrating Lando’s achievement. A lot of people gathered outside to see him get off the car and celebrate his third win himself, shouting his name and patting him in the helmet to congratulate him.

When it was time for the podium, you decided to go get the finished bracelet you kept in your purse and held it close to your heart, feeling extremely proud of Lando for the amazing race he just had. You couldn't stop the few tears that left your eyes; it made you so happy to see him accomplish his dreams. 

The whole thing was finally over, and you waited for him right there so you could finally express how proud of him you were. 

“Congrats, baby,” you said, hugging him as if you hadn’t seen him in months. “You did amazing.”

“Thank you.” Lando couldn’t erase the big smile off his face as he hugged you back. 

“That’s a cool trophy you got back there.”

“Yeah, I don’t really care about that.” He said, puling away and looking down at you. 

“You don’t?” You asked confused.

“No, I’m still waiting for my real reward.”

“Oh… we can go back to the hotel-”

“No!” He interrupted you, laughing loudly at the fact that your mind went there. “I mean my bracelet, didn’t you say I would get it if I won this race? Well, I did, and now I’m claiming it.”

You laughed, your cheeks burning a bit from embarrassment. “Right, uh- it’s not that great compared to your trophy.”

“I’m sure it’s better than any trophy I could ever get.”

Man, he really knew how to be the sweetest boyfriend in the entire world. You pulled the bracelet out of your pocket, hiding it in your fist before dropping it in his hands. 

The colours were the first thing that caught his attention. Fluoro green and black beads. He inspected these first, until he got to the little letters that read ‘MY WINNER’. He almost couldn’t contain his tears; he was so endeared by you and how much you supported his passion.

“I love it,” he whispered, lifting you up and kissing you emotionally before putting you back down and sliding the bracelet in his wrist, admiring the way it looked there. “Thank you.”

“See? I told you you would get to see it today.”

“It must be a lucky bracelet, then. I’m never taking it off.”

You giggled at this, loving how Lando reacted to the bracelet you made with much love, but you still thought he was just messing with you. “You must be tired.” You teased him.

“Mhm. Now, about my other reward-”

“Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes as you let out a loud laugh, holding his hand as you made your way to the car.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Didn't Seem so Bad

|| Jinx x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader has a fear of nightmares, Jinx being touch starved and wary of touch, Jinx softens for reader

|| Summary; when up late with Jinx one night, reader debates asking her for cuddles.

Requests closed!

Started; December 5th

Finished; December 5th

HurtCember2024; Day 6, Touch-Starved

Author Note; posting early again!

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It was late one night. Jinx was up and working on whatever invention she was. You were sprawled across her couch, half asleep. You couldn't sleep though, because you didn't want to do it alone. You've been struggling with nightmares lately but have been too embarrassed to ask for help. So, Jinx didn't know. Plus, with your relationship still being new Jinx hadn't fully learnt how to read you yet. Otherwise she may have picked up on it by now without you having to say anything. You forced yourself up. Looking to your girlfriend, having an internal debate in your head. Should you go over? Ask for cuddles? You've been nervous about touching Jinx, knowing that anything could set the girl off. You weren't even sure if touch was something that Jinx wanted. If it was, she made no effort to show that to you.

"Jinx..?" No response, you should've guessed. She had a tendency to get completely sucked into her music and work. Forgetting the surroundings around her. Honestly, if you didn't know any better you'd have thought she'd forgotten you were even there. Slowly, carefully. You walked up to Jinx. Hesitant at first. Then your hand rested to her shoulder. Jinx immediately flinched, as though startled. Not by you, but by the feeling of your hand. She pulled herself away. Looking at you for a moment with startled eyes before focusing on her work again. Trying to ignore the feeling that had given her. She didn't need it.

"Don't do that," Jinx grumbled. Her finger trying to squeeze between a section of her invention. She'd dropped a bit in there while putting it on. Now it was stuck.. and so was her finger. Jinx grimaced when she realized, struggling to get it out. Muttering curses to herself. It didn't take a genius to realize what had happened. You chuckled a bit, hands wrapping around the weapon carefully. Eyes going to Jinx's in a silent permission. When she nodded, you yanked. The weapon slid off.

Jinx's finger was red around where it got caught, hurting a bit more than she cared to admit. You cupped her hands in your own, sitting yourself on her workbench. Inspecting her finger. Jinx's breath seemed to get caught in her throat. She wasn't used to being touched, it caught her off guard. She wasn't even sure if she liked it. But with you.. well, it didn't seem so bad to her. To say the least, the girl was touch starved.

"I think you're finger's alright. We don't gotta chop it off, at any rate," you teased. Earning an eye roll from Jinx that made you smirk. You fought back a yawn, though it slipped through. You were tired. Jinx was starting to notice.

She narrowed her eyes to get a better look, seeing the bags under your eyes. She knew that look all too well. After all, Jinx had seen it on herself many times. She frowned and hesitated, but then held her arms out to you," ..come here."

You didn't waste a second. Getting into her lap. Jinx grunted and tensed up, though she relaxed after a moment. Holding you close to her. Yeah, Jinx was alright with touch. As long as it was you who touched her. Her fingers idly played with your hair, her eyes looking to yours," is there a reason you haven't slept? Or are you just staying up to annoy me?"

A huff left you, Jinx smirked a bit. Your face buried itself into the crook of her neck, mumbling something that she couldn't quite catch. She pinched the side of your hip, making you jump," what?" Jinx asked. Needing you to repeat. You grumbled again, but clearer.

"I keep getting nightmares," you admitted. Jinx's expression softened at that. Nightmares... huh? Those were hard. She understood. Almost any time she tried to sleep. It was often the same nightmare. The memory that she relived. Jinx avoided sleep, too. She was sympathetic for you, though she would never be caught admitting that out loud.

"Nightmares? Care to.. elaborate?" Jinx asked. Her curiosity getting the better of her. In her eyes, you'd always seemed brave. Like you weren't afraid of anything. You weren't afraid of her, unlike most people. To know you had nightmares too... well, it made you a little more human. Someone she could relate to.

You told her about the nightmares you'd been getting, how they'd gotten so bad you were avoiding sleep. It wasn't that you didn't want to sleep. You really, really did. You just didn't trust your mind. And you told her all about that while she played with your hair. Jinx tried listening to your every word, but it was hard for her. Jinx was working on that, though.

"Could you, maybe.. cuddle me tonight?" You asked carefully. Feeling as Jinx got tense under you again. Cuddle you? She didn't know how to feel about that. Jinx was quiet for a long moment, before she spoke up.

"Fine," Jinx sighed, pointing a finger at you," you better not be a squirmer or I'm kicking you out."

Ironically enough, you quickly learnt that she was the squirmer. You didn't mind. And honestly, it was the best sleep you'd gotten in a month.

[archangeldyke-all]

isha being non verbal it's so important to me because i also go non verbal sometimes and i can spent days like that so i got a request about it 🙂‍↕️

so, despite trying to learn sign language, i got some kind of made up sing language that i use to communicate with my sister and my parents, it's not the most pratical but they understand me so it's fine

i was thinking about reader that sometimes goes non verbal, an then her and isha made up a secret sing language that only them can understand and sometimes sevika it's being grumpy or jinx more annoying than usual and they use it to talk shit about them, at first sevika and jinx don't notice it but at some point they start to get at the fact they can't understand those sign and be like "hey whats happening here"

or maybe just something about sev and a non verbal reader, anything it's fine 🤗

this is just so sweet omg okay

men and minors dni

there are a lot of adjustments you have to make in your life when jinx and isha come tumbling into it.

for one thing, any semblance of privacy you and sevika once had is out the window. neither isha or jinx find the need to knock, no matter how much you beg them to.

never in your life did you think you'd be making a category in your monthly budget for toys-- but here you are.

adjusting to jinx's picky eating habits (mostly her refusal to eat anything that isn't spicy enough to kill an infant) has been a challenge, but over time you've managed to find several dishes that get her veggies in her.

but, luckily, you never had to adjust to isha's muteness.

you go mute sometimes. sevika's known this about you since you first started dating, and when she moved you into her home a few years down the road, she started taking sign language classes, just so she could communicate with you on your mute days.

it's the nicest, sweetest thing anyone's ever done for you. and now it's paying off doubly, because you and sevika get to teach your girls the language.

jinx, surprisingly, is the most excited about it. she's always asking you or sevika to teach her how to sign something, and for the longest time you just think it's another thing the girl's freakishly good at.

but then, one night, you walk by the girls' room and catch them whispering under jinx's covers, a flashlight illuminating their silhouettes as jinx gently walks isha through the new signs she learnt from sevika earlier in the evening.

at the time, isha had rolled her eyes and gotten frustrated, her little fingers not able to keep up with sevika's; and she ran away from the dinner table to color in the living room.

and now, here's jinx, taking the time to gently, slowly work her little sister through the motions, encouraging her with soft cheers and claps. isha lets out an excited little giggle, and you hear a loud, wet smooch ring out from under the covers. "you're doin' it kid!"

your heart clenches, and you sprint back to your bedroom to tell sevika about the adorable sight you'd just walked in on.

over time, with you and sevika's teachings and jinx's special encouragement, isha starts to sign more and more.

it's great. you get a better understanding of isha's personality now that she can communicate with you, and you're always shocked by the little girl's humor. she makes you laugh so much you've been going to bed with sore abs almost every day.

best of all though, are the days when both you and isha are mute and signing all day. it usually ends with the two of you coming up with some secret codes-- mostly born out of mistakes, some born out of jokes about your speaking family.

it leads to the two of you having your own little language.

when sevika's acting particularly grumpy, or hungry, or protective-- you or isha will catch each other's eyes and quickly sign a single word. 'bear'

when jinx is locked in on an invention even isha can't understand, answering isha's questions with single word sentences, scratching her head and humming to herself as she scribbles on her notebooks; isha will come find you and sadly sign 'jinx went monkey mode.' you'll just giggle and find something to do with the girl to keep her entertained as jinx works.

sometimes, isha will flash you a special waggle of her fingers-- something only the two of you know. it's her request for attention, a way for her to ask for a hug or some cuddles. it always makes something special burst inside you, and you're quick to wrap the girl up in your arms.

when isha gets tired of signing, her mind tired from communicating all day, you'll check in on her and she'll give you a gentle little flick of her hand-- her way of saying she's done talking for the day. you've started using the little sign on your own, when talking gets too overwhelming, you'll use it to tell your family that you want to sign.

so, some of you and isha's private language leaks out into your whole family's use. but, most of it stays special between the two of you.

...until you get caught.

sevika's practically hanging off of you as you make dinner, nuzzling against your throat and taking deep breaths of your scent; when isha comes running into the kitchen, singing for help to tie her apron.

you chuckle, pulling her up onto the counter in front of you and wrapping the ties of her apron around her waist, tying them into a little bow and giving her a kiss.

what's wrong with big mama? she asks, reaching out to tug a strand of sevika's hair. you chuckle, and sevika grunts, stirring on your shoulder.

bear. you sign back.

isha giggles and sevika grunts against you.

"what'd you just call me?" she asks. you freeze, and isha bursts into nervous laughter.

"nothin'." you say. sevika nips your throat and you squeak. "ah! nothing!" you squeal.

"you called me a bear?" she asks.

isha bursts into breathy giggles, her feet kicking with excitement as sevika slowly pulls away to glare at you.

"no?" you squeak.

sevika grunts, and then she flings you in the air.

isha bursts into squeals and you curse, scrambling to hold onto sevika as she tosses you around.

"i'll show you a bear!" she growls, grinning at the sound of isha's laughs. you can't stop screaming and laughing, and when sevika finally sets you down, she turns to isha with a glower. "you think im a bear?"

isha's cackling and shaking her head no, squirming as sevika reaches forward to start tossing her around.

you watch with glee as you wife throws you screaming, squealing kid in the air, both of them laughing between sevika's attempts at bear noises.

jinx stumbles in with a confused look, until she sees the way isha's laughing. she ducks under your arm, leaning against you.

"what happened here?" she asks. you snort.

"sevika figured out some of our secret language."

jinx chuckles. "how you guys call her a bear?"

"you knew!?"

"you aren't subtle." she says with a giggle as isha starts to karate chop sevika's back and shoulders. "i know about you two callin' me a monkey too." she huffs.

you cackle and kiss her forehead. "that was isha's nickname."

"figures. little shit." jinx says fondly.

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[comicsohwhyohwhy]

Two gestures - Jayce's and Viktor's journey

Just something that's been on my mind because I've seen so many positive interpretations of this scene in season 1, where Jayce stops Viktor from speaking in front of the Council after the Hextech gem was stolen by Jinx:

People interpret it as Jayce protecting Viktor, as a positive gesture, and while I think it's absolutely possible to interpret what's going on in Jayce's head as something like that, I think that in the narrative this scene also serves a very different purpose.

The context of this gesture is a scene where Viktor is the one person who'd be fully within his rights to speak in the Council chamber, because the question posed is this: Could the Zaunites figure out Hextech and weaponize it? There's the call to address this danger immediately, and Viktor tries to speak, undoubtedly to speak for his people, the Zaunites, who are only talked about as dangerous in this room, as something to be kept in check. But Viktor doesn't get to speak, Jayce stops him and gives a whole spiel about wanting to take responsibility, something he undoubtedly is sincere about, and then unilaterally decides that all Hextech operations will be suspended, including closing down Jayce's and Viktor's lab.

It's the first time that Jayce talks over Viktor like that, that he disregards him and his opinion, that he makes decisions for Hextech, for the both of them, without ever consulting Viktor. There's at least two reasons Viktor reacts with the facial expression above to Jayce's speech: He does not want to suspend Hextech operations, because he is running out of time and increasingly desperate to finally do good with their invention. But also and maybe mostly, he is hurt, because suddenly, he has lost his voice, suddenly, Jayce talks over him and takes it upon himself to decide the future of their lab.

This is the moment Mel decides she wants Jayce on the Council, that he's a good investment in that context as well - and we all know that Jayce meddling in politics very much is what leads to all the mistakes he makes in season 1. When Mel presents her plan, we see this shot of Viktor - this is him increasingly fading into the background, and we see him breathing heavily, obviously agitated by what's happening, but silent, always silent:

Jayce stopping Viktor from speaking in front of the Council is the beginning of the whole catastrophic journey between Jayce and Viktor in season 1 - the first time of many that Jayce disregards Viktor. The last time he does, it's when he takes it upon himself to decide whether or not to weaponize Hextech, in a conversation where Mel and him only ever talk of this as his, as Jayce's choice. "The decision is yours", Mel says, while Viktor sits there - silenced, ignored after Mel and Jayce stand up and talk over him, literally, talk of 'their own people', the Piltovians, that they have a duty to protect from the Zaunites, from people like Viktor. It's all slipping away from Viktor.

Viktor becomes invisible, he loses his voice and all choice he could and should have in how his and Jayce's inventions are used, he loses his agency. And we know what the decision to weaponize Hextech leads to, in the whole narrative but also for Viktor - it's when he finally loses the trust he had in Jayce and starts experimenting recklessly with the Hexcore by himself, leading to Sky's death.

It's very deliberate that the first scene in the Council with Jayce stopping Viktor from speaking mirrors the scene in the last ep of season 1, same place, where Jayce with the opposite hand gesture invites Viktor to speak in front of the Council, a Zaunite voice for the Zaunites declaring that there's a proposal for peace:

At this point, Jayce has learnt that he was wrong, that he has made so many mistakes, not least of which disregarding Viktor, not giving him a voice, not listening. So that's why Viktor gets to speak here, and that's why he is silenced in the first scene.

In this light, it's of course extra tragic that everything happening in season 2 is then again the result of Viktor losing his agency because of a choice Jayce makes for him - that all Viktor wants at that point is dying with as much dignity as he can muster, and what he gets instead is again Jayce deciding for him, disregarding the promise made to Viktor to destroy the Hexcore, instead merging Viktor with it. Viktor's choices and wishes are disregarded so often by Jayce within the story, and it's only in season 2 that Jayce finally really learns and gets to restore agency to Viktor at the very end through his love.

[wingedshadowfan]

⚠️arcane s2 act iii spoilers⚠️

i've seen the edits but i've not heard a single soul talk abt caitlyn fighting ambessa in the last battle. so i will: first abt how she was able to do what she did, and then the fight itself and what i think it symbolizes for her.

ppl complained abt caitlyn getting too close to ambessa on the noxian ship to zaun, all friendly like this was a mother-daughter sparring lesson, but let's not forget caitlyn is an amazing strategist. she saw an opportunity to not only improve her own hand-to-hand combat skills by learning from ambessa, a formidable warrior (bcuz caitlyn is a long range sharpshooter and even tho she's an excellent shot, she isn't a strong opponent in melee and she knows it), but also because to make herself familiar with ambessa's fighting style would mean to know what to expect.

when ambessa fights dirty as part of her lesson, caitlyn takes her anger out on her immediately and attacks her from the back to show two can play that game. this is a great moment of foreshadowing - caitlyn's patience is wearing thin, she's frustrated with ambessa. she might turn on her, betray her and use her own tricks to do it (of course, her and vi's unconditional trust in each other, something foreign to ambessa, is what sells it). this is just my interpretation and i don't know when but i think at one point caitlyn realized she might eventually have to fight ambessa for real - their disagreements were becoming more frequent, the tension between them more palpable and if she really knew ambessa was manipulating her the entire time like she said...

fast forward and caitlyn's got the element of surprise, sure, but all vi's been doing since the last time they saw each other is bashing people's skulls in at an underground boxing ring (and getting drunk, i guess). vi has always been a much stronger opponent in hand-to-hand combat, she "blocks with her face" and isn't scared to take a punch bcuz she's extremely good at it. she's tough and willing to take a lot of damage as a trade off if she can deal a lot back. caitlyn is a more careful and less robust type. but if you look more closely, she tackles vi to the ground brutally using the same exact combo she learnt from ambessa during their earlier spar. fast learner.

in the last fight, caitlyn gets roughed up, gassed up (here's how she fights in melee in low vision just before that by the way, already so much improvement from season 1), she gets stabbed in the side and leaves the dagger in there (rightfully so - smart choice for a smart character). she's brought to her knees with a gun to her head, and as soon as maddie falls dead on her, she's up again and fighting. but it's not like that doesn't affect her, she becomes slower, shakier, and proceeds to take the most hits she's ever taken on screen, potentially the hardest ones too, even with mel's help and shields. she falls and falls and keeps getting up, showing insane resilience. ambessa can't put her down for good. she's fighting like a woman gone mad, female rage and all that, having forgotten all self-preservation.

like she's got a death wish, she punches ambessa mid-sentence and tells her to shut up and fight. caitlyn kiramman interrupted a warmonger's villain speech bcuz she's bleeding out and has no time for this shit. all she can do before she goes down is try to buy mel time, give her a good opportunity to use the black rose necklace. she's centimeters away from getting stabbed in the eye and she can't overpower ambessa whose dagger is sticking through mel's shield when she realizes the talismans on ambessa's arm are protecting her. so she pushes forward, literally trading her eye off to find herself within range, and she takes the dagger out of her own side to slice the talisman free. she's literally bleeding out at this point but one smart decision, a few tremendous sacrificies and it's over.

in my interpretation, caitlyn regrets going too far in her pursuit of jinx, making vi a cop, gassing up the undercity, shooting with isha on top of jinx, hurting vi, joining ambessa and all the atrocities that came out of their partnership when caitlyn became commander. she wishes she'd never made those mistakes but she knows she can't undo them now. the way caitlyn fights against ambessa here - reckless, desparate, like she's got nothing to lose - shows how much she wishes to fix things because that's all she can do now. that's her purpose, her salvation from her guilt, but also the right thing to do.

it reminds me of her talk with imprisoned jinx and then her talk with vi after that. caitlyn seems to be projecting onto jinx bcuz of her own guilt for what she's done when she tells her she can't turn back time, undo her mistakes or make up for what's already done. no one can. but vi asks her, "who are you to decide who gets a second chance and who doesn't?" and it makes caitlyn realize she still has agency. she can always attempt to fix things, right her wrongs to the best of her abilities. and what does she do immediately after that conversation? she sends all the guards to the hex gates so vi can free jinx.

UPDATE: here's another post talking about what cait sending those guards away meant, how much she sacrificed in her attempts to do right by vi, including a comment about what it means for a sniper to lose her eye that i found brilliant.

[teddyeddiediaz]

@911hiatuspositivity prompt: jinxed/cursed

Eddie doesn’t believe in curses. Well, he doesn’t normally but he’s getting incredibly frustrated by the universe or whatever Buck thinks creates these curses. He’s been trying to get Buck alone for the last month, to ask him out, on a date. And every time he tries something goes wrong.

First, and the closest he got, was when he asked Buck to dinner, except completely forgot to mention the whole “date” aspect. Stuttering out, “Do you want to have dinner?” to Buck, who was lounging on the couch with Chris sat next to him watching some sort of nature documentary. But had said, “yeah, course,” before jumping up and heading into the kitchen to make dinner. He’d been too nervous and frankly a bit embarrassed to even try and correct him. Still, he’s happy they ended up having an amazing family dinner courtesy of Bobby’s famous Mac and cheese recipe.

The second time was at the firehouse, when he’d asked the question, Chim who was in the locker room with them, had immediately jumped onto it, talking about how with the new baby he desperately needed a nice night out. This had then meant Hen got invited, then Ravi too, until his intimate date became an unofficial 118 night out. It was still a lot of fun, but not what he was after. He settled for sneaking soft glances at Buck as he explained to slightly bored Ravi what he had learnt recently. Buck was so expressive, gesturing wildly, and not at all caring about speaking with his mouthful. Eddie couldn’t help but find it adorable. He was so gone. He caught Hen’s eye at one point who raised a brow but he quickly looked away. 

The third time Eddie tried to ask Buck out, he’d gotten half way through “Would you like—” when his phone had started ringing with the ringtone that Buck had set up for Christopher, and he’d had to answer. The kid hadn’t even wanted anything important! Well, okay, Eddie shouldn’t say that but still. The boy had wanted Eddie to pick up something from the grocery store, and in all fairness Eddie had told him to tell him if there was anything he wanted since he had plans to go out. But talk about timing. “Would you like to go to the grocery store with me?” Eddie settled on instead, smiling like that was always his intention. “Only if we go to whole foods ,” Buck replied, because of course he did.

On the fourth and fifth attempts, Eddie had tried at the fire station, with the alarm ringing midway through both times. He’d started to believe the universe was giving him some sort of sign to give up. He’d sighed, when the bell rang, rolling his eyes at whatever God was responsible, and ran over to the truck like everyone else. When they’d returned back, Hen had cornered him in the loft. 

“What’s up with you?” Hen asked, raising he brow as though she knew everything. He wouldn’t be surprised.

“Nothing,” he responded anyway, earning an eye roll from the paramedic. 

“Oh yeah? And does that nothing have anything to do with a certain golden retriever firefighter?”

Eddie couldn’t help the blush that rose to his cheeks. Looking around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, he sighed. “The universe hates me.”

“Since when do you believe in the universe?”

“Since the last hundred attempts at asking Buck out have gone awry.”

Hen didn’t seem at all surprised by the admission. 

“Why don’t you go ask now?” She said, gesturing over to the lounge area where Buck was sitting on the couch with his laptop resting on his legs, no doubt engrossed in another research binge with his free time.

“I tried that, twice!” Eddie whisper-shouted. “The bell rang both times,” he said with a frown. 

“Hey, Buck!” Chim shouted, appearing from seemingly out of nowhere, and Eddie’s eyes grew wide. 

“What?” Buck asked, looking up from his laptop. 

“Eddie wants to go on a date with you!” He yelled back again.

Eddie froze, eyes wide as a blush grew on his cheeks. Buck turned to look at him. “I—I—” Eddie stuttered.

Buck looked at him, tilting his head for a moment before his face broke out into a huge grin. “Okay,” he said simply.

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “O—okay?” He said, scrambling over to the couch Buck was sitting on. 

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Sounds good.”

Eddie was both over the moon and also pissed off by how easy that was for Chimney. “Great,” he said anyway. “I’ll pick you up, tomorrow at 6?” He’d known the other man was free, their calendars basically synced at this point. 

“Th—that sounds perfect,” Buck said. Eddie couldn’t help but notice the shade of pink that Buck’s cheeks had turned, any redder and they’d start matching his birthmark. Fuck, he was so cute.

“Good,” Eddie said, unable to think of anything else.

“Good,” Buck repeated, eyes never leaving Eddie’s.

They were both snapped out of their moment when they heard the sound of a camera clicking, Chimney looking back at them smiling. “I’ll save it for your wedding,” Chim said with a smirk, before walking off and leaving them alone again. 

Both of them dropped their gazes to the floor, nervous smiles plastered on their faces. 

“Hmm,” Eddie started, reaching over to lift Buck’s chin with his finger, a new found confidence taking over. “I’ll ask you in six months,” he winked, leaving Buck with a slack jaw, mouth opening and closing.

“Not—not if I ask you first,” he retorted. 

“Guess there’s only one way to find out,” Eddie said with a smile.

[tetsunabouquet]

Why Isha is the Most Misunderstood Character from Arcane S2: My Headcanons

A/N: After doing Sevika, I really just wanted to write this in defense of my little sweetheart, because the hate train against her is just dumb and occasionally downright ableist in how some people talk about her being mute. As a HF autistic woman, that shit just disgusts me so here I go!

-First of all, let's adress the hate towards Isha for 'magically fixing' Jinx. It's far less magical then you think. Ever heard of inner child work? Jinx might not have been working the classic techniques, as Isha acted as a proxy for Powder instead. That scene of Jinx just drifting off mentally as she does Isha's hair, talking about how she didn't do that with Vi? It very much gives off the vibe that Jinx would have liked to do the occasional girly things wih Vi as a child and that her inner Powder finally feels heard in that moment. They had been together for months at that point, so I doubt that was the sole moment Isha allowed Jinx to work through her problems by Isha being a proxy for her past self. -Secondly, let me adress the common criticism that she has no goal or whatsoever and is just there to idolize Jinx. You should all take some media literacy classes. She's very clearly set up as a mirror to a young Powder AND Vi, so why can't you see the obvious parallels?! Jinx has become like Vander, a symbol for the undercity and their fight against oppression but she doesn't wants to fight anymore. Isha isn't pushing Jinx into a hero role because she's a fangirl. But because she HAS a goal. Like Powder and Vi, she genuinely wants Zaun to be liberated and is trying to encourage Jinx to get back in the game just like Vi tried to do with Vander! Whilst the circumstances leading up to that were different, Isha even gets imprisoned for trying to make a stand for the undercity just like Vi did. I don't want to be hateful like you guys but seriously, do you Isha haters really need dialogue THAT badly to point out the obvious? -Isha's lack of voice also refers to her lack of family. Whilst she could be mute because of disability, there is also the possibility of her never having learnt how to properly speak as an orphan, as well as the possibility she became mute through trauma. As a mirror, it's highly likely Isha's parents were also brutally murdered. With 2 of the 3 explanations pointing into the direction of her being mute due to being an orphan, it's statistically likelier for this to be the actual reason. -Which adds an additional layer of tragedy to her character. Because going mute through trauma as well as being mute due to being a 'feral' child, can be dealt with! People tend to get over traumatic mutism and whilst feral children missed some important milestones, Isha could still be taught to speak basic sentences with the right help. This seems to be highlighted with how Isha learns to stand up for herself and be more assertive. She's crawling out of her shell and just when you could catch a glimmer of who she could become, she dies. With Sevika now being in charge as part of the Council, the aid Isha would need to regain her speech are now available to the children of Zaun. It's heartbreaking to think about the future Isha could have had if she had just survived the attack on Viktor's camp. -With how desperate Isha was to have a family- just look at how quickly she attached to Jinx and jumped at the chance to also be with Vander and Vi, it's clear the girl was dreaming of a home. Which brings me to her intentions to her sacrificing herself. If she was that desperate and traumatized, then it very likely could be that Isha rather wants to die then lose her family all over again. The fact her song ends with according to translations, 'for this is good enough for me', seems to imply that these months of having a family was what she dreamt of for so long and she can go in peace thanks to Jinx showing her love in the cruel world of the undercity.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Trouble

@jegulus-microfic January 19, Word count 527

Previous part First part

“You’re the worst brother!”

“No, you’re the worst brother!”

“I hate you!”

“You already said that!”

“Well, it’s still true!”

“Oh my god, will you just shut up!” Regulus’s fingers twitched, and his wand slipped from its holder into his hand. He hadn’t even raised it when Sirius cocked his head. 

“Where did you learn that?” He asked. 

“Learnt what?” He said through gritted teeth. He was going to enjoy practising a few of the curses Sirius didn’t know he knew the next time his brother said something stupid, or annoying, or anything really. 

“Oh my god. Did James teach you that?” He cocked his head again, his brow furrowed as he tried to work something out. Regulus could feel the last of his patience slipping away. 

“James says it, and I suppose it’s worked its way into my vocabulary. What of it?” He raised his wand this time, warning Sirius to tread carefully. 

Sirius flopped down on Remus’s bed, looking stunned. “What?” Regulus asked. Sirius had never voluntarily stopped arguing with him. Sirius looked up, matching cool grey eyes locking.

“You really like him, don’t you? It’s not about pissing me off. You’re falling for James,” Regulus felt his cheeks heating as he blushed because, yes, that was exactly why he’d started using that expression. Sirius began laughing. “Oh, Reggie, you are in so much trouble!” Sirius rolled around the bed, continuing to laugh. Regulus shot a stinging jinx right at his rolling arse. “Ouch!” Sirius yelped and jumped to his feet. 

“If you even think for one second about telling anyone about James and I…” Regulus threatened, but Sirius stopped him mid-threat. 

“I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry. It’s not just you that’ll be in danger if this gets out. Mother will kill James if she ever finds out,” Regulus had never heard his brother sound so serious. It was unnerving. 

“Thank you,” He managed to push out. 

“Oh, I bet that hurt,” Sirius snickered. Regulus just glowered at him. 

“And in return, I won’t spread news of your relationship with Lupin,” Sirius rolled his eyes at him. 

“It’s Remus, and tell who you want, we don’t care. And who knows, maybe if it gets back to Mother she’ll be so disgusted she’ll pop her clogs, and we’ll all be free,” It was Regulus’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Fine, truce?”

“Truce,” Sirius agreed, the smile he’d always reserved for Regulus spreading across his face. Regulus’s breath caught as he took it in. He thought he’d never see his brother look at him like that again. 

“Can I come out now?” A nervous voice squeaked from the bathroom. 

“Oh, shit, Peter!” Sirius bounded over to the door and yanked it open. “Sorry mate,” He apologised. 

“No, no, it’s fine, don’t worry. I just…” And Peter legged it out of the dorm room, leaving the brothers alone again. 

Sirius sucked his cheeks in as he tried not to laugh, but it was too much, and he let out a loud bark of laughter, which set Regulus off. And then for the first time in a long, long time. Regulus and Sirius Black were laughing happily together. 

Next part

[babushkatty]

Tranquil SAGAU - Part 3

-> Part 1

-> Part 2

-> Part 4

Turns out, you did jinx yourself last week.

You should have learnt your lesson from all those times you and your sister had spoken bad luck into existence, be it unannounced guests or other inconveniences.

But you didn't, so here you were.

Staring down motherfucking Ursa the Drake, with Dvalin pinning them (her?) down with his massive body and motherfucking Crepus Ragnvindr looking at you both simultaneously like it's Christmas and like he thinks he's schizophrenic.

Diluc didn't look any better. He was as white as a sheet and if you were any better at identifying emotions, you'd think he was about to cry.

...surely not?

But then again, he was younger than in the game and his father was right there, alive and well - you doubted he was anything like the cold and grumpy Diluc who closed himself off from the world that you knew.

A terrified baby that was probably overthinking how Ursa would kill him, his father and the whole cohort they traveled with all the way to Tuesday.

...now you just felt bad for judging. You wouldn't be any better in his place, especially without your scary Dvalin priviledges.

"Ursa, darling, what exactly are you doing?"

All you got for your troubles was a roar in your face.

Except it didn't even feel like a scary dragon about to eat you, it felt like a child throwing a tantrum.

...the notion of Ursa being this uncontested and plaguing Mondstadt for a thousand years while being a mere child was kind of terrifying actually, so you very deliberately decided not to dwell on it. For your own sanity, if nothing else.

"Dvalin, you know Ursa, so... Any ideas?" You asked the dragon, who looked almost bored as he outright lounged on Ursa as if they (she?) were his beddings. If that didn't make a statement, you didn't know what would.

"While we did not cross paths frequently in the past, I had always thought her to be... Especially nefarious."

Ursa trashed around, but Dvalin didn't budge and effortlessly kept them (her? her.) pinned down.

"She reminds me of Durin. But where Durin was oblivious to the grevious harm he caused and merely wanted to play, Ursa is fully conscious and reveling in the pain she inflicts on others, often being open to agreements that involve human sacrifice."

Ursa screeched. In protest, maybe?

"For now, there is not much that can be done. You would need to be much stronger to subdue her permamently, which requires time. But I shall stall her until you are strong enough, alongside Boreas."

Oh.

So your scary Dvalin priviledges were being voided. It was a shame, you really liked his company -- his stories were a delight to listen to and he spoiled you rotten for comfortable accomodations, any bed or chair from now on would be a massive downgrade.

Still, it was understandable. Responsibilities and human lives were priority over your comfort. You weren't going to complain too much.

"I'll miss you," you say as you stroke his wings, not really having access to his torso or head to hug him properly due to Ursa.

Speaking of Ursa...

"Be good. You're making trouble for everyone."

And maybe you were being reckless and simply asking for your arm and face to be bitten off, but you flicked her on the snoot, because you only live once and Dvalin had you mildly convinced nothing in Teyvat would hurt you.

Ursa startles and then, honest to God, whines.

Dvalin huffs in what you assume is amusement and grabs at Ursa with his massive limbs. His wings stretch as he readies himself to take flight.

"I will miss you too, (Name)."

And just like that both dragons are gone like the wind.

...

That left you all alone to face the Ragnvindr and C.O., so you put on your customer service smile and clap your hands in fake excitement you really don't feel.

If nothing else, working in retail taught you how to play the fool.

"So, now that that is done and over with. I believe you have a mess to clean up?"

Crepus looks at you like you grew an extra head, before doubling over in a hearty laugh that broke through the weird atmosphere that settled over the caravan as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Diluc still looks like a poke would knock him over, but at least he got some colour back in him.

"Ah, thank you for that."

Crepus walks over to you and offers you a handshake, gripping your hand firmly and with enthusiasm that was entirely on him. Not that you weren't excited to meet characters from Genshin... but that was the thing, wasn't it? They weren't the characters you knew in Genshin. Crepus was barely a mention, Diluc was a different person entirely and the rest of the caravan were either NPCs hanging around on the map somewhere or didn't exist in the game at all.

So, you had to treat them like actual people.

And you weren't good with people.

"No problem. I'm (Name) (Last Name), just call me (Name) please."

Smile through the pain Harold, grant me your strength.

"Crepus Ragnvindr, and the redhead over there is my son, Diluc. It's a pleasure to meet you, (Name)."

He lets go of your hand and smiles so brightly you half-heartedly wished for some sunglasses. Was this man sunshine personified? Certaintly felt like he was.

"I would say I wish we met under different circumstances, but that's not exactly the truth, is it? Any other circumstances would have me trying to fight Ursa the Drake and that was bound to end badly for me, so... Thank you for saving my life."

And at that precise moment the Knights of Favonius spurred on by Kaeya Alberich himself burst into the scene, weapons ready.

...Kaeya looked like such a baby too, it had you thinking on just how young the literal children like Diona would be.

☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* ✨ Author Note✨

Suprise, we're 4 years early in the timeline! And I have no idea what the timeline is besides what little I glimpsed from the Wiki, so lore accuracy is thrown out the window!

✨ I still can't tag the one person that asked to be tagged and I'm feeling horrible for it even when it's not my fault ✨

Also, yes, ✨ is my favourite emoji, why do you ask? :D

Also, also -- yes, I did pump out 3 parts in 2/3 days, it is an anomaly, do not expect such pace from me especially since I'm about to throw myself head first into HSR.

✨Self-plug time✨

My UID is 715 837 832 and I got a lvl50 Bronya as support.

I am still on Walt copium, even though I didn't get him even once despite the many, MANY rerolls I did, but that is neither here nor there.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Ch: 31 - Cost & Reward

Snippet:

"Pet."

Vi blinks. The server's set a bottle of claret at the table. The blacklights strike a bright vein through the red. Vi imagines the taste: bold as blood.

"Pet," Silco says. "Pour."

Vi's reflexes tug the rest of her into motion. She complies. Wine sluices like blood into the crystal.

It's her duty to taste each bottle for poison. The first time, she'd refused flat-out. She wasn't Silco's sponge. Silco's half-smile had only hardened her resolve. She'd held his stare, and spat a thick wad of phlegm right into the wineglass.

She'd expected him to explode with temper. He did nothing. Just sat back, hands steepled in his lap. A moment later, Sevika had seized Vi by the hair, yanked her head back, and poured the contents of the glass down her throat.

Vi had been forced to swallow, or choke.

Later that week, she'd learnt that Jinx would not be dropping by to visit Hotel Muse. Her sister was busy with a project. Top secret. And no, Vi couldn't visit.

Not until she proved herself willing to play the game.

So, she plays. Sullenly—but she plays. Silco likes his spirits the way he likes his cigars: top-notch. By now, Vi has tasted everything from gin-soaked cocktails in highballs to smoky bourbon sipped from cut-crystal tumblers. Each time, she waits for her tongue to turn toad-green and her body to convulse into death-throes.

So far, the only aftereffect is the urge to piss.

Taking the tiniest sip, Vi swishes it around her mouth. Her palate is attuned to the subtleties: the acidic burn of arsenic, the alkaloid bitterness of mercury; the murky tang of belladonna.

This wine is virgin. And, Vi admits, first-rate. Rich, full-bodied, and smooth on the tongue.

Like Nao.

Vi's cheeks burn. She hopes the blacklights hide it.

"All good," she says, and slides the glass to Silco.

"Ta." He lifts the glass to the light. The rays refracts through the wine, striking broken shards across a broken face. "Pour one for yourself."

"Rather not."

"No?" A ghost of a smile. "Not in the mood to toast your handiwork?"

"Or get toasted."

"Diligent as always." He tips the wineglass in salute, then sips. "But, Violet. Did I not warn you about the wolves?"

It's the Eye's voice: iron threat veiled in velvet consonants. But there's something nearly familial to it. It resembles the way Vander used to speak to her when she'd crossed a line, and there'd be no fighting her way out of it.

Only the consequences, and the hard lesson learned.

Vi feigns calm. "Better a wolf, than a donkey's ass."

For a moment, she swears Silco's lip twitches. The impulse, stymied, does not break the surface.

The Eye is back, and he's all business.

"There's dying a hero," he says, "and there's living a liar."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You tell me, Pet. Do little girls with big mouths always get the storybook ending? Or does the Wolf bite their hands off, when he learn they've stolen from his table?" A heartbeat's silence, savorless. "Especially his favorite vintage."

"I don't know what you—"

He leans in. The timbre of his voice dips intimately low. The patrician polish is gone. Only a raw-edged gravel remains.

"Do not," he warns, "take me for a fool."

A bead of sweat trickles down Vi's spine. The room's shadows grow teeth. At their heart, Silco's shark-eye burns. She feels it scoring through her clothes, straight to the skin.

Everywhere Nao's fingerprints linger.

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✧ arcane women - childhood headcanons ✧

note: got a little emotional while writing this but what can i do. missing arcane like a mf. everything is sfw obv, cts of pictures used to their respective owners on pinterest. characters: vi, jinx, caitlyn, mel, sevika.

⟢ vi.

vander always listened to old rock songs. it was the same 4 ones on repeat, one of them being “god of thunder” by kiss. he’d exaggerate his singing just to make her laugh, and it always worked, until she learnt the lyrics as well: blowing, together, felicia’s eardrums.

felicia understood vi liked girls when she was 5 yo. how? simply because the little menace vi was, would suddenly go quiet, shy and a little red even, when met by a girl she thought was cute. she would talk quietly and try to befriend them by timidly sharing her toys, just to go to her mom later on and tell her how pretty her new friend was.

she always included powder when she went to play with other kids. little pow was always the youngest and sometimes the other kids would be mean to her, because she didn’t understand games rules and couldn’t play well. however that’d happen only once, because vi wouldn’t allow it a second time.

⟢ jinx.

used to get sick so easily. always with a runny nose, a fever or cough. vander would spend hours cooking recipes for her; and he would always manage to make them taste good and look appetizing, chopping veggies in star or heart shapes, or adding anything that could make it look cute to a child’s eyes. and it worked! she would always eat it.

she was very scared of the dark and struggled to sleep some nights. that’s when vi would tell her bed time stories she’d create on the spot, or sing her their mother’s lullabies, until she’d fall asleep.

when she was learning how to write, she’d exercise writing little love letters for vander and vi. though she would always spell vander wrong, writing it “vinder” because she’d get confused, mixing the two names.

⟢ cait.

she had all kinds of toys, from dolls to mini, plastic shotguns. cassandra absolutely hated the latters, however there was no denying little cait adored playing with them way more than the dolls. she would always annoy her with it when she was working.

she didn’t really have any friends growing up, aside from jayce. she was either studying (yes, she was home schooled) or training her shots with older enforcers. she didn’t mind being alone, but when jayce became her friend she realized how good it was for her. jayce allowed her to vent a lot, about anything.

cassandra was always overprotective of her, mainly showing her tough love and giving her restrictions on basically everything, yet... there were a few times where the two of them had tender moments, like when caitlyn playfully wore her mother’s wedding dress for fun and cassandra actually got so emotional she teared up.

⟢ mel.

always a quiet girl, with her nose buried in her books. historical ones precisely; her mother made her passionate about history, telling her all kinds of fun facts about the places she’d been at, making her curiosity bloom into a desire for knowledge of the past that made her devour hundredths of books during her childhood (and teenage hood).

another passion she had was art. as we’re shown on the show, mel can paint. that’s because she’s always done it since she was a child, one of the many things ambessa wasn’t fond of. nevertheless, her mother’s disapproval never stopped her from continuing her hobby, that is one of the things that make her feel best when doing it. ambessa ended up giving in and actually enjoying her works, finding a way to get one and put it on her chamber’s wall.

had an amazing relationship with her brother kino. both him and her were very similar, interests and personality wise, so it became a habit to find comfort in the other when one was not feeling okay. they always knew which words to use.

⟢ sevika.

she was actually pretty timid as a child. she hated fighting and seeing others fight, which was why she’d always run off when it happened. and, unfortunately, it happened all the time. for that reason, her childhood had been pretty harsh and she suffered a lot because of it.

but there wasn’t only bad times. although she wasn’t close with her father, she got along with her mother just fine. they had lots of loving mother-daughter moments, cooking together and doing each other’s hair. her mother would often compliment her eyes, “you have your father’s eyes, with my face”.

she would always help other kids. the ones she thought were deserving of it of course, helping them when they’d get hurt for a reason or another or simply keeping them company if their parents weren’t around. it’s one of the reasons she’s well known in zaun.

i hurt my own feelings writing about sevika but oh god, there are no freaking canon infos about her past it’s unfair. gosh i love my babies so much. stick around if you’d like more arcane content pretties, i’ve got plenty more in store for ya >:).

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[the-fourchette]

Genuinely asking : why do people say that Mel hates Viktor ?

One on of the things that people keep claiming is that Mel ignores, hates and looks down on Viktor. Can you honestly explain me why ? What am I missing ?

They had two direct interactions and she always included him. The first time was when he was breaking into Heimerdinger's laboratory with Jayce, and she listens to him, answers him, talks to him. She even know who he is ("You're Heimerdinger assistant" and she says that because she's surprised to see someone's assitant breaking into their mentor's lab ! I guess.) She's clearly acknowledging him, when she says "gentlemen". She protects him, sponsored him and doesn't report him to Heimerdinger, and she knew that he came from the undercity !

The second time is when she asks for the weaponization of hextech. This is the one that puzzles me even more. Mel visits the lab to ask both Jayce and Viktor what she wants. Like, she had all the possibilities to ask Jayce alone. Mind you, they are both councillors and are already a couple by this time, we've seen them casually invading each other's personal space when they are alone (Jayce's home and forge, Mel's home and office).

If she really wanted to ignore Viktor, she wouldn't have gone to the laboratory to ask them her request. She would have asked Jayce alone and "brainwash" him to weaponize hextech. How could Mel, the supposed master of MANIPULATION, have miss such an obvious opportunity ? Heck, she could have proposed a vote in the Council, perfectly knowing that most of them would have approved of Hextech weaponry.

(This is Mel at Jayce's forge before the lab scene)

Then, when Viktor vehemently refuses her request, she stayed super calm and poised and she naturally focuses on Jayce, who was, by the way, the one who resumed their conversation.

If people are talking about the little glance she gives to Viktor, well, first of all she's standing up and Viktor is sitting, secondly, she has the right to feel upset after the way he answered her, thirdly Viktor was certainly not looking at her with fondness too.

Don't you see the hint of fear and anticipation when she asks them her request ?

(She's bracing herself for their reactions, her eyes are even twitching. She's talking with precaution, she's not her confident self here)

She knew they wouldn't like it but she was scared for her city and she just learnt that other regions were starting to see them as weak, NOXUS INCLUDED, she knew they might be attacked (and it turns out she was right).

Girl even protects Jayce from the truth because he was already losing his mind after kicking out Heimerdinger, the Jinx's bomb, Caitlyn and Viktor's declining health. Then she makes a *Pikachu* face when she's given the letter with the Noxus symbol. Lol, she knows her mom. I think this is why in the lab, she ONLY choses to mention the danger of the use of the gemstone in the undercity not the Noxus threat.

I know you don't like her but acknowledging her trauma is a must to understand her motives. She's scared, she saw a girl her age being deca*itated, she still has nightmares about it. She knows war. She's been banished by her mom, the woman responsible for her traumas, hello ? wake up ? Mel's upbringing is COMPLETELY messed up ! Mel is emotionnally stunted but she's traumatized (the next episode spells out everything but nobody cares...)

Both were right to be upset and tensed, both have the same noble desire to avoid the death of innocent people. It's beautiful !

Aside from these two interactions, Mel was always respectful when she mentions Viktor : "He'll come back to us", "Two brilliant inventors", she checks on him when he's in this weird goop, she immediately asks Jayce to stay by his side when he was on his deathbed...Viktor slightly smiles at her when she votes for Zaun's independence.

Where is the meanness and arrogance you all claim to see ? What was she supposed to do? She knows she has power and she knows that her city is prone to be attacked, she knows her warmongering mother, that's what prompted her request. Isn't it the right thing to do ? I mean she's trying her best (her request might be flawed but come on, she didn't have ton of options, and she even backtracks afterwards).

However do you know who really ignored Viktor ? Jayce and multiple times with the delay of the announcement of their new inventions and the hextech weapons.

And do you know who really ignored Jayce ? Viktor, when he started experimenting hextech with his blood and shimmer behind Jayce's back.

So, unless I'm still missing something, I think you can express your outrage for both men, not Mel who had the decency, despite her power status to ask the two inventors at the same time and telling them "the choice is yours".

I'm also tired of the implications that Viktor is the brain behind hextech, no, Jayce was the inventor, Viktor helped him and became the co-inventor and Mel saved their project, can we stop attributing the invention solely to Viktor ?

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Doohickey

|| Jinx x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; season two spoilers, Jinx hasn't slept and is overworking herself, comfort/fluff

|| Summary; when reader gets back to the shop, they notice Jinx had yet to move from her work. With Isha's help, they get her to sleep.

Requests closed!

Started; December 22nd

Finished; December 22nd

HurtCember2024; Day 18, Fatigue

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Jinx never knew when to quit. Did she? Luckily, she had you and Isha for that. You and Isha shared a look with each other, having been watching Jinx since you walked into the workshop a moment ago. Isha simply shrugged when you raised your eyebrow and you sighed.

Since you'd last been here earlier that morning, Jinx was still in that same spot. Clearly she hadn't moved in the slightest. Well, other than to work on whatever it was she was making. You weren't entirely sure, she hadn't told you yet.

You walked over to your girlfriend, making your presence known by speaking first rather than touching. You'd learnt from that mistake when you first started dating Jinx," Jinx?"

She looked at you, a little confused at first but immediately brightening up when she saw you," heyyy!! There's my favourite person~" she jumped from her seat. Hips swaying, arms folded behind her while she walked to you. Then Jinx pounced. Arms suddenly around you. You laughed and hugged her back, holding her close.

Isha seemed almost offended at Jinx's words, Jinx noticed after a moment. Having an innocent look in her eyes," hey, you know what I mean. You're both my favourite! Favourite, favourite," she echoed the word, followed by a giggle. But even with all the energy she was showing, you could see past it.

The exhaustion that etched Jinx's eyes. To you, it looked like she hadn't slept in days. It wouldn't be the first, either. Jinx was clearly fighting fatigue. Forcing out more energy than she had. She'd been working a lot on whatever it was she was making and was forgetting about herself. Again.

"Jinx.. when was the last time you slept?" You asked, hand cupping her cheek. Her face fell at your words and she looked away. Jinx didn't want to lie to you. She never did.

"I... well, I- I joined you last night. I just didn't sleep and I didn't sleep the night before or the night before that, then there was that night I only got a couple hours before I was up working again-" Jinx rambled out. The more she went on the more worried you got. How hadn't you noticed? You always fell asleep pretty early in cuddle time. You just mustn't have noticed her getting up from bed after you were asleep. Jinx could be sneaky like that.

"Baby, come on. Take a break on your doohickey and come sleep," you pulled her over to the makeshift bed area. Isha following the two of you. She wanted cuddle time too, after all.

"Ha, doohickey," Jinx chuckled at your words but made little protest. She knew you were right. Sleep was trying to force her door down, anyway.

The three of you got cuddled up together, with you pulling the blankets over. You made sure to fall asleep last this time. Waiting until you were certain Jinx had knocked out. Isha you weren't too worried about, she slept pretty easily.

You slowly started to drift off to the sound of Jinx's snoring.