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chrisfroot · 2 years ago
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School Jinx ~
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natalievoncatte · 15 days ago
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Cait wouldn’t leave her alone.
Every way Vi turned, she was there, but never more than a moment. Vi would turn sharply and see Cait in her stolen clothes from their first jaunt into the Undercity. The costume that Vi had taken for her was one of a dozen attempts to get rid of the mousy, timid little burden that was getting in her way as she hunted for her sister, for answers, for Silco. For someone made of meat that would bruise and split under her knuckles until she could beat ten years of her life out of them, ten years in hell.
Once she saw her dancing, free, without the grief that weighed her down like a suit of armor and choked the life and joy from her. This was another punishment- to see flashes of the girl she was before Vi’s *bullshit* wrecked her life. So full of life, so devastatingly beautiful, dancing in the dark with her skin aglow, and then she was gone and some shitbag was making over on her and got a broken jaw for his effort.
Cait was there when the world spun from the booze, and when ham sized fists cracked ribs and bruised organs to the point of bursting, when the grain alcohol scoured her throat with hot whips and hard knuckles chipped her skull and scrambled her brains. When her cheek hit the dirt she would come in brief flashes, soft fingers curled lovingly around her chin, huge eyes liquid with grief.
On those nights she made it home -or at least, crawled back to her shithole flip house- she would lie on her side and see Cait’s face filling her vision again, only to slide inevitably into nightmares and dreamscapes made torture by her absence.
She had done everything wrong and Cait was gone.
Most of the times. Sometimes she raged. That Piltie bitch promised she wouldn’t changed but she’d lied, she already had. Vi had given her everything, everything! Her name was shit down here, her family gone, her life gone. She was nothing but a rabid dog mauling other beasts until one day she’d get her throat torn out, just more trash. What had she called them? Animals?
She’d scream her name in a rage as the bottle shattered on the wall and plead for her as she gulped from the next one. Eventually even Loris stopped coming around.
“I’m not going to let you kill yourself, Violet. I’m definitely not going to help.”
“Then fuck off,” Vi snarled.
She didn’t know how long that had been. Down here in the lowest parts of the undercity, day wasn’t much different than night. She crawled back to the pits. She fought. She won, sometimes she lost. With blood knuckles and a feral grin or a busted lip and a feeling of coming apart inside her ribs, she’s take a bag of coins, give a few to the landlord and spend the rest on drink.
It was Cait’s voice she heard in the dark.
You’re not even eating.
“Go fuck yourself, cupcake,” she’d mutter, and some sump rat would stare at her like a madwoman, sometimes run his yap and get a pop in the jaw for it.
Eventually it’d happen. The booze-rot would eat its way to the outside, or something would break inside, or she’d throw hands with someone with a blade or a club and be too tired and drunk and fucked up to fight it and she’d be fucking free.
No more ghosts. The living do not haunt the dead.
She wasn’t sure how she got back here. She wasn’t even sure if she won the last bout. They were all melting together in a stew of pain, the meat within falling to shreds from boiling too long. Vi stared at herself in the cracked mirror, one little Vi surrounded by a dozen little ones, all splitting the same face, drawn and waxy and pale and marred by sooty black. She took a drink of her poison and shook the bottle, hearing the hollow slosh of the dregs, and tossed it, uncaring of it broke or not, if there were enough coins in the black bag to buy another.
Vi fell more than sat on the bed. Gravity did the rest and she fell on her side, wincing at the explosion of pain radiating from her flank. Cracked rib, most likely. She remembered now. She’d been careless, slow, tried to trap an uppercut meant to crack her sternum and kill her and took it in the rib instead. Every breath hurt. It would be easier to just not to, but she couldn’t stop.
Of course she was there. Cait lying in a silken heaven, big liquid eyes drinking Vi’s soul, full of such compassion and love. No one had looked at Vi like that since she was a child, looked past the grime and the scars and the hurt to just see her.
No one but Cait, and Cait left her.
Vi closed her eyes, ready as ever not to open them. When she felt a soft brush of fingers on her cheek she brushed them away. The visions could fuck off, she was tired.
“She’s not waking up,” Cait said, her voice tight with concern, stretching the clipped professional tone she used round her subordinates to its limit.
“She’s hurt badly,” a man said.
“Commander, we have to go. If someone spots you here they’ll tear us apart.”
“Loris, help me carry her.”
The worked carved red lines of pain through her as powerful hands lifted her from the bed.
This was odd. She’d imagined Cait everywhere but she’d always been alone. Why the hell was she hallucinating Loris? Sure, he was a fine drinking buddy and reminded her a little of Vander but he was hardly-
Oh.
Vi forced her eyes open, a struggle with how gummy and dry they were. The big man was carrying her in his arms and Maddie was comically struggling to carry an oversized bag weighed down by Vi’s atlas gauntlets.
Cait.
Cait was there. It was her. It was really her. Vi could feel her fingers probing her broke rib and see her and God she could smell her, Cait smelled like lilacs and how could anything smell so good in this fetid shithole?
“Cupcake?” she rasped.
“What is she, hungry?” Maddie muttered.
“Cait, get your hood up,” said Loris. “Vi, stay quiet. We’ll take the ventilation shafts, stay out of sight.”
Vi obliged the request by passing out.
It felt like hours in the dark. She’d wake, not knowing if she was in the dream world or the real, if these figures were carrying her to Piltover or hell. She would hear Cait’s voice, soft words to steady her and a gentle hand clasping hers when a jolt made her cry out in agony.
It was strangely easy to sleep while someone as carrying you.
When she woke, she knew she had to be in a dream. She’d dreamed this before- opening her eyes and seeing the elaborate silk canopy of Cait’s expansive bed in her palatial bedroom, big enough to build a Zaunite tenement inside. She would sit up, and Call Cait’s name and hear no answer. She’d rise and wander the halls and eventually make her way to the gardens and still no one would reply.
Vi would wander in an empty world forever, a specter with no one to torment.
No, it was different this time. She’d never dreamed of a thin tube connecting a bottle hanging over the bed to a needle taped in place on her arm. He dreams had never had the constricting feeling of bandages around her trunk, or wrapped around a dozen cuts on her arms and legs. In dreams her lips had never been dry, her throat never parched. The dream world traded in other kinds of pain.
She tried to speak but it was like her tongue was sandpaper, so she moved to sit up instead, gasping in agony as pain exploded in her side. She felt like shit, skin clammy with sour sweat, hurting all over and her head was pounding.
“Try not to move,” Cait whispered, suddenly there, a gentle hand pressing her back down. “You’ve a broken rib and internal injuries, and the withdrawal.”
“Caitlyn?” Vi managed to choke out.
Cait gently lifted her head, guided a glass to her lips. The water was ice cold and it was bliss. She closed her eyes and savored it as deeply as a fine wine. Not that she’d had much experience with that.
“Where am I?”
Cait hesitated.
Vi’s eyesight was clearing now as she blinked the gum away. Cait was pale and drawn, dark circles under her eyes from nights without sleep. There was a deep weariness in her eyes that made Vi’s heart ache. She looked for the spark that had always been there, but saw only faint embers, ready to be swept into nothing by the slightest air.
“I brought you home.”
Vi closed her eyes.
“You should have left me where you found me.”
“I shouldn’t have left you at all. I’ll never forgive myself.”
Cait curled her fingers around Vi’s, and squeezed.
“Yeah,” Vi rasped. “I know that feeling.”
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kibutsulove · 2 months ago
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wip or scrap
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evelesboart · 2 months ago
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Ink CaitVi! ✨♥️
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washiinmachiine · 7 months ago
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briar in a modern fit bc i love clothes. also some fan skins i made for fun for the same reason. cafe cuties one is kinda old but ill shove it here anyway..
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xremus-is-deadx · 5 months ago
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If people (fans, not the show itself) keep painting Jinx as the hero, I'm gonna have problems. I'm sorry, I get what she's fighting for, but no.
If anyone is the hero it is Ekko. He lost so much and he had NO ONE to support him through his childhood after the events of ep3, as far as we're aware. He lost EVERYONE.
And yet he STILL fought for what was right. He held the memory of everyone he lost with him as he tried to fight for peace. He built a new home, new life, he provided a family for those who needed it. He had everything taken from him, just like Jinx, but he never tried to get his own by taking from other people. Instead he tried to give to literally anyone who supported the same morals as him.
When Caitlyn showed up, he treated her with hospitality. He had every right to act any other way because she's an enforcer, and yet he STILL chose a path of equality and peace. And the same with Heimerdinger. He could have turned his back. Heimerdinger is the reason he lives the way he does, Heimerdinger built topside. And yet Ekko still treats him as equal, because he can recognise how they may be on the same page, regardless of backgrounds.
Ekko is the peace. He doesn't fight for one side or the other. He simultaneously fights for everyone. At the end of the day, Ekko is the one who who should be painted as the hero by fans.
(Like I said, I'm not talking about the show, the plot is the plot, but the fandom need to realise that Jinx is not the perfect hero, she is problematic, even if it isn't her fault entirely.)
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tomatostyle · 4 months ago
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「LEAGUE OF LEGENDS : ARCANE」
Paint the town blue
REPOST!
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artofnicolle · 2 months ago
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hooitsclaire · 2 months ago
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Still working on this jinx standee but wanted to show how proud I am of these shoes 😊😊😊
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anakindoodles · 5 months ago
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What could have been
(please click for better quality!!)
I spent soo long on this line art T.T
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anothertina · 1 year ago
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Prestige Heavenscale Ezreal splashart is out...
I'm not okay... I love him so much
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friendlycursedspaceotter · 2 days ago
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Academy era fans, hear me out (academy era art courtesy of @blangg)
These guys
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Are literally the same As these guys
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MY REASONS:
both are a tragic ship that ends with one/both getting stuck in an alternate reality (Rallon and Millenia in the Toy Room, timebomb with the anomaly)
girl with blue hair (Powder and Millenia. Yes, I know "blue hair Millie" isn't canon, but it's fanon enough to BE canon at this point.)
both part of a group of rebellious slightly burnt-out gifted kids (the Deca and whatever is going on in the divergent universe)
both ships have blatantly gay friends who won't say that they're dating but clearly are (thoschei and whatever Milo and Klagger have going on)
98% sure both have betting pools on when they're going to get married
the relationship is canon yet barely explored (both) (again, thoschei has always been the main implied ship in academy era stuff while rallenia is just kind of There) (and yes, there is the one hour timebomb deleted scene which is basically akin to if RTD was like, screw it, tensimm kiss and an entire episode about their relationship).
heck, Powder is if Millenia got some hair ties and styling tools and didn't have time travel building things in a cave with a box of scraps
Time travel. Like, I am half convinced that these two with Heimerdinger might have ended up as the Rassilon/Omega/The Other equivalent if they'd stayed long enough. And yeah, Rallon and Rassilon sound kind of similar. Which is probably a coincidence but I feel like i have to point that out.
As far as I know, Gary Russell never says Rallon was a white dude. He could EASILY look like Ekko because we basically only have a few details and the rest is up to fandom interpretation.
I could also argue that there are thoschei parallels, but like I think timedolls (my proposed name for Rallon x Millenia) fits better, strictly based on vibes.
I haven't read divided loyalties yet (or, I tried but the racism put me off), but I assume that Rallon and Millenia aren't, like, Time Lord royalty equivalent. Likely poorer families who aren't guaranteed access to the Prydonian Academy. AKA: not Piltover folks.
If this isn't the case, someone should write a fanfic where they meet
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lullabyes22-blog · 19 days ago
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You are very much correct about that PSA from a while back regarding show writers/VAs/et al and basic human decency. Fans should spend way less time pestering a given series' creatives for Codified Lore or 'Official' Headcanons in any case, and Arcane crew in particular are already under the thumb of freakin' Riot. Nobody in such a position needs 24/7 tweet demands from viewers added to their pile.
Codified Lore is such a good way to put it.
The overreliance lately on having to check back for every little thing with the creators, in order to have the most 'correct' (re: morally upright) interpretation, rather than appreciating a work of art through one's own interpretation, and the way it inspires you to create your own worlds based on the essence of the work, is a depressing trend.
And god forbid if the show creators aren't clear enough about something canonical, or have their own viewpoint, or themselves admit that it wasn't all that relevant to the plot as a whole.
I wish folks would remember that creators under contract to big companies have obligations to end projects in certain ways, in certain narrative directions, with factors like budget, collaborative constraints and artistic fatigue to keep in mind. After which point, it's up to us as fans of the work to keep the dialogue and spirit going through how we carry the work's message forward, and keep it alive on the interwebs </3
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mizunoyouni · 8 months ago
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Just a rough Hwei concept I sketched real quick
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evelesboart · 2 months ago
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Work in progress!
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jadegretz · 2 months ago
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Jinx: Pandemonium Personified by Jade Gretz
In the heart of Zaun's labyrinthine underbelly, a sinister game of cat and mouse was about to unfold. The night was thick with the scent of oil and decay, a fitting backdrop for the clash between two of the most unpredictable forces the city had ever seen. Jinx, the manic, wild-eyed harbinger of chaos, grinned as she hefted her rocket launcher onto her shoulder, the weapon's weight a familiar comfort. She could feel the thrill of impending destruction coursing through her veins, every nerve alight with anticipation. Her opponent, however, was something far darker and more menacing than the usual Piltover enforcers or rival gang members she was used to facing.
The vampiric reaper had come to Zaun with a purpose, drawn by the chaos that Jinx left in her wake. He was a creature of the night, his pale skin contrasting sharply with the crimson that dripped from his elongated fangs. His presence was an anomaly in Zaun, where most feared the terrors of the smog-filled streets and the lethal concoctions brewed in back-alley labs. But the reaper was no ordinary foe. He was an embodiment of death itself, a hunter who thrived on the fear and lifeblood of his prey. And tonight, his eyes were set on Jinx.
Jinx skipped through the deserted streets, humming a tune that only she could hear, her mismatched eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. She knew she was being hunted, could feel it in the way the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. But fear was a foreign concept to her, drowned out by the constant cacophony of voices in her head, urging her to find the next big bang. Her mind raced with the possibilities, each more destructive than the last.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" she sang, her voice echoing off the cracked walls of the abandoned buildings. She fired a rocket into a nearby building for good measure, the explosion sending debris raining down onto the street. The destruction was beautiful, a masterpiece of chaos, but it did little to lure out her quarry.
The reaper, however, was patient. He watched from the shadows, his eyes glowing faintly in the darknes …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)
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