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i am flying through fandoms this year. the sheer amount of fanfic i've been reading:
rewatched james bond movies - obsess
finally watch castlevania all the way through - obsess
finally watch shadow and bone despite having put off reading any of the books bc i never had time - obsess
help
im going to have to actually read these books fuck
#jinx.txt#literally now i have children#it's the crows#and alina and mal#heck#my kids#my violent criminal children
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Council of lovefools.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang yanli#jiang cheng#They don't have an actual sleepover in this scene but the vibes were so sleepover coded...I had to get them cozied up.#Late night talks with friends and family are some of the best conversations.#My siblings and I used to have room sleepovers with each other (Actually an excuse to stay up and talk about runescape)#Currently my flatmates and I also have really great heart to hearts late into the night.#Pondering shit like 'What defines confidence?“ and ”Why are people terrified of letting themselves fall in love?"#All that aside; There is a really great conversation between JC and WWX here. They are so close and yet so far way from each other!#Fundamentally they *agree* about many things - but JC now has to play the role of someone more 'mature'.#His temper is reigned in and he had to take a more nuanced approach. Whereas WWX can be far more reactionary.#JC has changed to become someone more mature (or at least he is trying).#Contrast this attitude with the scene *right* after where WWX literally goes baby mode with JYL. Rolling around going “I'm Fwee years old”.#When children are hurt we comfort them with hugs and warm food and a laugh. It's not enough when you're an adult. It's not simple anymore.#WWX is stuck in the past when everyone else is shifting and moving on! It's a depression allegory (and just...actual depression)#But we also get to see how some things have stayed the same. They still bicker about soup. They still tease. They are still together.#They all care for each other very much but they are struggling against trauma and are not equipped to talk about it.#You can't really blame WWX for being so protective over JYL. But JC is right: “You don't have a say in who she likes.”#It may have started as an arranged marriage but *she* is *choosing* what her heart wants. JC sees that. WWX cannot.#The final act of love is letting go after all.
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Sooo...tmnt 2012.
I didn't mean to draw fanart.
My sister came up with some human designs and I loved them so much I had to draw some.
I got that line from an "Animaniacs" comic, incase you had any doubts about me being a nerd.
And the sad now 🥲
I have been in this fandom for barely a week and if anything happened to my boys I would kill everyone in the room and them myself.
#this is the literal last franchise I thought I would become attatched to in my 20s#but here we are#tmnt human designs#but only for#tmnt 2012#becuase the rise boys look totally different#fanart#tmnt fanart#tmnt 2012 fanart#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt donatello#tmnt michelangelo#2012 leo#2012 raph#2012 donnie#2012 mikey#I have four new children now#I love them all so much#if it wasn't obvious 'protective bro raph' is my favorite thing ever#my art#digital art#I fully believe the hyperfixation is affecting my health#but I don't care#this show makes me feel things
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ok but the ghibli vibes of @triona-tribblescore 's wandering guardian au???
like i could live in this world forever tbh
inspo boards/refs below ft trionas SPECTACULAR GORGEOUS AMAZING og works of the au bros
#my art#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#wandering guardian au#rise mikey#rise raph#rise leo#rise donnie#triona i am throwing these at u smack in ur face /aff#please imagine soft and beautiful ghibli piano music in the bg thank u#leos def isnt as pollished as the other two but alas#and donnies space need about 73% more clutter buT ALAS#also idk if its accurate but#ADORE the concept of this aus splinter having four just fucking god-powered children#like#tiny kiddos causing literal natural disasters#leonardo what have i told you about flash flooding the river?#yes i understand you had the zoomies but now all the fish are dead and raphies upset#please go apologize#donatello i am very glad you had a good day however we cannot keep repeating the same 24 hours again and again#it is making michelangelo nauseous and disturbing the locals#idk in acutuality itd prolly make more sense for the boys to only been given/have begun developing the powers when theyre older#but tiny tot turtles with horrific power is just so fun as a concept
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Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~
(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)
#ootd#jfashion#fashion#fantasy fashion#mori kei#....like... adjacent... lol#no idea what style this would be lol.. makes me think of like whimsical vaguely fantasy themed childrens book character#finally posting one of my aforementioned seven million drafts of actual outfits and costumes i have finished and edited#the photos for but just never feel like posting lol..#I need to find one of those people whos like 'omg i am ADDICTED to social media ugh i wish i could get off of it#im just browsing and posting like 60 times a daaaaay!!!' and take a little magical bottle and suck some of the social media#enthusiasim out of them. for moi. In exchange they can have some of my 'literally just never in the mood to post or interact with the#outside world ever' energy. We can balance each other. huzzah and so on#Though I think maybe it's part of the general thing I've heard of like.. I can't remember if it was in reference to adhd or just some sort#of general execcutive functioning issue type of thing - but the idea that things have to be ''just right'' before you do something. like#'oh i need to do this task. but i have to wait until XYZ first' or 'oh i can do this but only if X specific condition is met' or etc#The fact that I even have to be in a Specific Mindset to post. or sometimes will delay posting on social media because like 'oh well#I'm going somewhere tomorrow. somehow this matters. i cannot spend 5 minuts posting TONIGHT. clearly it will interfere#somehow schedule wise with the doctor appointment i have 15 hours from now. yes. yes. i must wait until my appointment is over#tomorrow afternoon. THEN i shall post' or etc. etc. lol. NOT even taking into account the many days#I just genuinely and physically sick and it's not even a mental thing. I just physically dont feel like sitting at the computer lol..#ANYWAY.. trying to get back into it. trying to get a business bank account.. make a proper paypal so i can start selling sculptures again.#selling clothes and sculptures.. posting about such things then of course as one must. etc... chanting to hype up and motivate myself lol#But yes. this is my favorite outfit out of the bunch so I am posting it first I guess.. maybe others later..#Also the purple dress says its from shein. which I've heard is bad fast fashion stuff. but maybe okay since its second hand? I havent#been to the bins since like 2020 or late 2019 even. and I think stuff like shein and temu has only become poular in the past few years#but I bet if I went to the bins now I might would find a good handfull of that stuff. Probably now not much different than what you#find in a walmart or a forever 21 or actual physical stores you can go to though. I hear quality of clothing is down everywhere no matter#where you get it or whatnot. What bountiful joys unfettered capitalism and exploitation bestows upon us (<being sarcastic).#Wearing one of my favorite little vests though. I love the texture of it and the clasps on it
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daily life arc miura haru. does anyone know who i'm talking about. do you guys remember her. i still can't believe what happened to her 😔
#katekyo hitman reborn#khr#khr text post#miura haru#the fandom confessions blog reblogged a confession about the girls and how it's kind of a shame they're always given more depths through#the badass/girlboss who now knows how to use weapons route#and it made think of haru because like. of all the khr girls imo she's the one that route actually makes sense#both narratively and character wise#like if her characterization stayed the same post daily life arc and she was given decent focus and room within the story#post future arc or somewhere along i could have totally seen that happen and would have bought it no questions asked#like look me in the eye and tell me she wouldn't have gone 'so you're telling me you're dealing with the honest to god mafia?#okay so when do /i/ get a gun too so i can handle myself and give you guys a hand??'#i mean. she literally slapped then punched tsuna upon their first meeting because how dare he corrupt innocent children#and then challenged him through a duel wearing armor because how dare he not see the wrong of his ways#then tsuna saved her and she was /immediately/ like 'oh you're KIND and care about the people around you? okay nevermind i'll just become#the future vongola decimo's wife'#also she was literally right there when they attacked the tomaso's headquarters#and was also there to witness tsuna's 'first kill' and was like 'it's okay tsuna. i'll wait for you to come out of prison' lmao#she's so unhinged#she's so funny#she's ready to throw hands at all times no questions asked#amano free my girl she can do everything the boys are allowed to do too 😔
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So I haven't read CFYOW and it turns out Grimmjow has no issue with Nel smacking him for being a jerk or throwing a bala at him for the same reason. Bro just lets it happen?? Also, Harribel tells him to come join her to eat.
What's wild Is Grimmjow is much much stronger now than in the Arrancar arc. Even Harribel admits she wouldn't fight him because she isn't sure how powerful he's gotten.
So this man just lets the ladies do whatever with him. Lmao.
Anyway KUBO PLEASE IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S GOOD CAN YOU GIVE US AN ADVENTURE SPIN OFF WITH THIS TRIO 😭🙏
#I NEED IT!#also kubo saying that arrancars can literally have children#why this now???#my man what are you cooking??#grimmjow jaegerjaquez#nelliel tu odelschwanck#tier harribel#bleach#bleach manga#bleach anime#bleach cfyow#ichigo kurosaki#orihime inoue
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Prompt 132
So it turns out Danny and Billy share a realms guardian. Not like they knew that until they literally got scruffed and taken through a portal- apparently realms paperwork can take years or even centuries so they actually got really lucky with how much their guardian was pushing.
Apparently the primordial being of Space and the primordial being of Storm is one and the same and has been… well not throwing a fit but also yes throwing a fit at the Observants and other paperwork beings of the Zone.
So it’s not the worst kidnapping either of them have gone through, apparently they’re getting a checkup and a crash course in realms stuff?? Oh god what do you mean there’s the equivalent of galas in the Zone and they have to go to them??? Sam/Tim help them!
On the bright sides, way less attacks on Amity now that a primordial being that literally shuffles around entire galaxies just because is hanging around to teach him how to do things. And when Billy gets found out to be ten he can cheerfully say he has permission from his guardian. The one literally letting them get through space so quickly just because they think the league is neat. In an idle wow yep kiddo that is a funky looking cat we aren’t taking home yep, way.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#Danny: Oh god is Vortex my ghost brother nooo#Marvel on the phone in the middle of battle: Hi Phantom can you tell pops that I'll be late#Marvel: I know they can definitely see me right now but speck amidst the eternal storm of stars yadda yadda#Villain and JL overhearing this:#Billy: Omg Danny look parent made constellations of us#Danny literally sobbing: Y e a h they did#Their ghost parent has tea with clockwork all the time they're twins#Time and Space are two halves of a whole after all#Children of the Realms itself- or rather the being whose blood fills the cracks between worlds whose body forms the planes of reality itsel#Danny and Billy don't realize how OP they are because this is normal shit for them#Y'know what#Eternal 10 year old Billy and 14 year old Danny#Billy: Wait am I a halfa?? My marvel form doesn't have a heartbeat and I'm literally striking myself with lightning#Danny:#Billy:#Danny: Oh my god#They deserve to be brothers your honor
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nightmare viewing the murder time three as little toys but more in like a little spoiled kid kinda way. because it would be funny and if you take into the account that he was like 6 before getting corrupted and do some mental loopholes it would be even funnier. like these are his dolls (killer dust and horror) and this is their barbie dreamhouse (his castle). they all have to stay in one room because nightmare needs to keep his toys in a toy box. the toys only ever come out when he wants to play but oh damn it they keep on breaking out!! silly toys,,, and then he locks them into the room again.
nightmare serves them food with plastic tea cups and plastic plates and there is no food. there is no tea. they have to imagine the food because dolls can't literally eat. there are food containers and stuff in the house but its all just a bunch of empty boxes. horror starts tweaking out after he scavenges the kitchen and finds a cereal box and milk carton that have NOTHING in it (why keep empty boxes?????)
they have to go where he wants them to go. nightmare gets to dress them up in whatever he wants because theyre his dolls they can wear anything he wants. it gets incredibly embarrassing when the trio is forced to wear pink pretty dresses and fight like that. or they have to go around the castle doing stupid fucking roleplays and it gets weird because theyre being forced to reenact a bullying scene and nightmare's giving them the death stare if they don't get it right (is this projection. this must be some form of coping mechanism dust theorizes)
and then you know nightmare's not exactly the best toy owner so he loses a few of his dolls here and there. maybe they get destroyed when he was playing a bit too rough with them! (killer dies in battle for like the 29th time) but its okay because he can just go back on down to the store (something new) and buy. wait no. steal another doll and then put it back in his dreamhouse and BOOM he has a full set again!! so sweet so cute. his dolls don't have consciousness what are you talking about theyre begging to be let go?? that's all just your imagination. what do you mean you're asking about the several slowly dying bodies with removed arms or legs in his dungeon. oh that's just where the broken but not yet destroyed toys go dw theyre fine its humane
#toy story but evil#imagine nightmare dresses the trio up in dreamtale esque clothes and then forces them to pretend to be his parents#because the stupid shit grew up parentless and now that he has dolls he can just roleplay that now#or he could just make the trio roleplay as a family. one parent two children. huh i wonder where i've heard this before#he's still like totally smart with all the multiversal plans and conquering and manipulation and all that#just that he's still got a bit of childish charm in him yk.🥺🥺🥺 he's sweet and cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺#killer says as he tries not to go insane from being stuck in a room with dust amd horror for weeks on end#nightmare has no sense of boundary for the trio because theyre just little toys for him#if he wants them to change clothes he strips them because dolls cant change by themselves#if he wants them to move a specific way he maneuvers them because dolls cant movs on their own#nightmare's messing around and has all his dolls in the splits because who hasnt done that#dust and horror are in so much pain. killer just feels humiliated#these are GROWN MEN you are objectifying here nightmare. LITERALLY objectifying. but irs okay its funny#dadmare but instead of nightmare being the dad he's the kid. while also simultaneously having all the power#this would go for a sick ass plotline if someone made a fic for it#it aint gonna be me 🤣🤣 but like.... trio has to convince nightmare to stop treating them like goddamn dolls#and nightmare has to change his stupid little kiddy mentality while also they all have to just get on better terms in general#so stupidn so dumb. would the mtt hate eachother during all this. quite possibly#three crazy freaks trapped in one room for unknown amounts of time. homoerotic arguments must have occured#they must know stuff about eachother that they don't wanna know. they all know what they look like naked#nightmare is the leading cause of mtt deaths because he just doesn't know how to properly handle his toys#oops he says as he accidentally breaks horror's neck and dust and killer watch on. guess its time to get a new one!#and he gleefully skips off to horrortale while dust and killer are left with the dusting beheaded body. what a fun time#killer sans#dust sans#horror sans#nightmare sans#murder time trio#bad sanses#tricule rant
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what I was talking abt earlier. we have fully looped back around and away from feminism, societally, whereas before it was very Feminism 101 to acknowledge that many parts of existing as a woman in a misogynistic society are painful and upsetting. not that being a woman is Inherently Negative in a bubble. but that living on this earth, in the conditions we're living in, is hostile to women. and that gender is a performance. that many of the Staples Of Femininity as accepted by society are things that you have to create and perform and mold artificially and aren't inherent, that COMPLAINING about day to day difficulties of existing as a woman is something that you're allowed to do. acknowledging these basic, again, feminism 101 things, that something tied to womanhood is more time consuming or more expensive or more dangerous Because Of The Problems. does not CREATE the problems. that when women complain about having to perform femininity, they are not, in fact, oppressing themselves. the call does not come from inside the fucking house. saying that you HAVE suffered does not fucking equate that you believe you SHOULD have suffered.
like I could talk about this for hours. how braindead and one-dimensional the Takes are getting. "being a woman is looking in the mirror and going fuck yeah i'm a woman" damn. I guess any negative experiences you have by living in a misogynistic world... are your fault if you are anything but positive? "you don't actually want liberation" we've fully gone back to telling feminists "you WANT to be oppressed" when anything negative about our society is pointed out. it's not real until I say it out loud, I guess, and then I'm actually the one who caused it. if anybody expresses any unhappiness with how they're treated or the status quo or the language and culture surrounding womanhood and femininity. they've created it, right that second. they invented it just now. it wasn't a problem before somebody complained, right? also trans women aren't braindead zombies who just follow the flow of whatever cis women around them say. I am pretty fucking sure they are very much aware of pain, and are MORE than aware of the swirling torrent of misogyny and standards of femininity than anybody else. actually. and I am pretty sure someone complaining on tumblr that being a woman means always putting on a performance is going to make someone change their mind about transitioning. also "performing femininity" as a necessity to being treated well as a woman is not fucking NEWS to your Local Trans Woman. I AM PRETTY SURE SHE GETS THE CONCEPT. using trans women as a scapegoat for this braindead perspective on gender politics is spineless, meritless, and pathetic.
#how I feel about my gender is not the same as how I feel about the living conditions of my gender#when I saw that post I screenshotted here I literally sat w my mouth open for a minute#sent it to my friends and was like am I fucking crazy. is this what we're doing now#Forced Positivity and that there is no war in ba sing se and actually#you're ruining children's lives if you complain about misogyny on twitter#I don't HAVE to tell little girls about the downsides because they are already being mistreated#before they have even heard the word 'misogyny' let alone know what it means#you do not have to be fucking happy all the time about the cards you're dealt.#you don't live in a bubble where it's just you and your mirror and your pretty dress and nothing bad has ever happened to you#unfortunately bitch. we will have negative experiences that are in fact. part of the package of being a woman#and IGNORING them doesn't make them not exist. actually they will continue to remain status quo unless acknowledged#sergle.txt#I see so much rhetoric that is JUST old-fashioned gender ideals being presented with liberal language on tiktok#that is just telling women that womanhood is just being a girllll and loving pretty things and being kind and gentleeeee and nurturing#and not working and just like being wholesome and being happy and being a light in ppl's lives and just LOVING LOVING LOVING being a woman#so if for even one second. you don't love it. you are actually failing at being a woman#if you complain about the standards for shaving or putting on makeup. which used to be Baby's First Feminism online#that's actually just you creating problems. you're not supposed to acknowledge it. you're supposed to shut up and smile into the mirror.
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Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,
Anime:
GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)
VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!
Manga:
GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.
#dbtag#I do not understand this writing it's so bad aklsdlkasjd#Toei wants Goku to be Clark Kent SO bad and he SO isn't lmao#they're so good and dumb and rounded and complex in the manga what is the anime so afraid of#Toriyama said 'no no this man is a detached faux-immortal who has a dear pure heart but he's childlike and selfish even though he's kind'#and toei went 'got it goku's never done anything wrong ever in his life'#toriyama said 'Vegeta's gone through a lot and he's finally settling into his more mature leadership role with the confidence he's earned'#and toei said 'got it vegeta has the confidence of a high school bully except now he can interact with his family as a comedy bit'#girl hWHAT#Toei trying to group Goku and Vegeta as two people who would rather train than be with their families and Toriyama said NO Vegeta wants#to be HOME this is the first time in years that he's HAD ONE and it makes him HAPPY to be with his wife and children!!#Vegeta trains so that he can protect the things he doesn't want to lose again and Goku trains because it's the thing that makes him happies#They are NOT the same lmao And yeah Vegeta still wants to beat Goku but he also knows that Gohan could dogwalk both of them if he wanted#He also knows Trunks and Goten are going to surpass them it's not about being the best anymore he's past that he just wants to Not Need Gok#He just doesn't want to have to rely on Goku to save the day he wants to be Enough on his own he just wants to know he can be#because every time it's mattered he WASN'T and people he loved were lost to his inability to protect them and he carries that#Like Whis diagnosed him with anxiety and cptsd out in the open and Beerus said he was self-centered for feeling guilt#+ he lowkey enjoys the rivalry it keeps him goal-oriented so he can't get complacent and lazy which is what triggered his Buu Saga breakdow#realized how Fucked Up it was that having a home and loving family made him feel like he was failing and went 'wait no I won actually??'#now he's chill as fuck in the manga. cool confident leader.#and sometimes he is childish and dumb with Goku as a treat#you know what rocks about his rivalry with Goku in Super though is that it's Playful. Vegeta is learning how to Play.#You ever seen a shelter dog get introduced to a really playful dog and it takes a minute for the shelter dog to understand it's safe here#And then they're both running around the backyard playing hot potato with one braincell?? That's Goku and Vegeta's relationship#and the way the anime sleeps on that dynamic is so fucking criminal especially when it's literally canon it's in print it's out there#you had the playbook how'd you fumble it this bad#anyway that's my 25+ year blorbo thoughts I love Geets a lot okay#And I love Goku in the manga a lot I'd forgotten that he's actually a great character when Toei's not fucking up his whole vibe
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me with my 18 year old students that i teach at a college
#everyone is just so mean to them because they're adults now but most of them were literally in high school only a few months ago#and so many of them are far from home and on their own for the first time !!!#and the other professors are so mean like they literally ranted to me about how another professor cursed them out#like !!! bruh!!!! also i think it messes with my head that im teaching foundational class and if i fuck this up#that could fuck up their college career because this class is about how to write essays in college#like holy shit responsibility#but fr i love my students they're so fucking funny and they all call out in class and they straight up are the class full of#'problem children' on academic probation who had to check in with a guidance counselor once a week and i have to monitor and write reports#about once a week as well.#and like idk man im feeling very captain o my captain here if you get my meaning#anyways they're all so funny like they do not care and will say fuck to me and i say fuck back#it's great.#anyways. i'm stoned. they know im a stoner too lol.#originally said 17-20 y/o students but tbh they're all 18 except for the one 17 and the one 20
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Hello, I love them and this specific bit of blocking more than anything.
#CATS Oasis of the Seas#Asparagus#Skimbleshanks#(and that kitten asparagus shoos away is tumble so i can't help but see this as a 'our children are literally always underfoot')#skimblegus#my stuff#they're husbands ur honour i don't make any rules#i think footage of the rccl show that cuts off the left side of the stage in any way should be illegal#(you'd be surprised how much footage specifically cuts off the left side i wanna SEE them darnit!)#anyway whoever came up with this part of the blocking i am kissing you on the forehead and giving you chocolate#they've had this little moment for ten years!! it's lovely and i love that they kept it up even when they trimmed the show#(which might also have something to do with the fact that asparagus is on stage way more now that bustopher and growltiger has been cut)
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I think it matters a lot that a) everyone who has seeming offered to help Karna has done so *after* she needed it. And b) was in some way using her and therefore needed her.
In the eyes of a child, if you weren’t there when she needed you, and can’t even help yourself, what good are you to her?
#seph watches the ravening war#the ravening war#d20 the ravening war#karna solara#dimension 20#dimension 20 spoilers#the ravening war spoilers#I just have so many Karna feelings right now#I’m sorry I don’t mean to just ramble endlessly#I’m not just trying to get attention but I do giggle like a small bashful child if I do catch the eye aabria#I was not anticipating the first time and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to acknowledge it or not? hello if you read this I’m flattered#mostly I’m just going giddy over an angry literally rotting and starving warlock assassin#the idea of rotting befor she ripened is turning me literally feral#‘be careful with that one love [she] will do what it takes to survive’#is a lyric that ends up describing some of my all time favourite characters#though not actually the guy it’s about… Oop.#scavengers and survivors and damaged children with hungry eyes who learn how to be whoever you need#just to stay alive one more day to make it long enough#to outrun you so they can outrun the bear#the kid who learned that you can’t count on anyone so be everyone
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i just imagined the most cursed/dumb experience you could have with eddie and now i need to put you all through it with me.
imagine getting insanely high with eddie and playing around with one of those stress balls with the netting. like the kind that change color when you squeeze it. and you're just squishing it, fiddling mindlessly, before suddenly looking up at eddie with the worst possible idea.
"eddie... do you think they...?"
and him being so wide-eyed, immediately catching on, "absolutely not."
but then, you're both high, and you're both prone to having the dumbest fucking ideas possible, so when eddie catches sight of your fishnets peeking out of the drawer across the room, he can't help himself from saying the dumbest possible thing to ever come out of his mouth.
"but wanna find out?"
the night ends with the two of you in the ER, and eddie deciding it doesn't matter how much he likes you in fishnets, the two of you will never have another pair in the household again.
please don't take this serious i'm going to cry from how fucking stupid this is
#this definitely happens in high school when the two of you are just so fucking dumb#i cannot emphasize how stupid this is#it had me cry laughing#this Would Not End Well#when you're both no longer high neither of you can believe you thought it would end any other way#wayne is giving the lecture of all lectures to the two of you about it when he picks you back up from the ER#he never lives it down#any time you wear fishnets around him after that day he has literal war flashbacks#claims he can now never have children and you just go 'welp it's cheaper than a vasectomy'#this is officially the shittiest of all my shit posts#i added a gif for visuals#eddie munson#stranger things#absolutely based on how stupid i act high as well#like the vaguest of bad ideas and immediately being enabled? me and eddie would not be allowed to be high around each other#im talking nearly greened out high too like#fucking gone#steve probably drives y'all to the er#hopper is laughing when he stumbles upon the entire mess and just fucking dies at how stupid you two are
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Part 3:
There is a universe, somehow, where Silco saves Vi.
It's... actually not all that uncommon, despite the circumstances.
It's a known fact they dislike each other: Vi's too much like Vander and she takes pride in that. It leaves a bitter taste in Silco's mouth. They fight, often. Well, Vi fights. Silco listens quietly and tears her little arguments apart like wings from a butterfly. She curses his name and trashes his office every time one of his endeavors gets people killed. It happens more often than not - the price of freedom is always paid in blood.
But, everytime he sits and watches. Calmly. When necissary, he can chase her out with a few words. Usually, it's a reminder of her temper, her age, or Vander. The latter is sometimes the only thing that can kill her fury.
She's not Vander; it seems he's the only one willing to make her remember that. She hates him for it. For the death and the suffering and the fact that neither of them can fill the cast iron gloves hanging above the bar. Not really.
But, when the chips are down and the guns are aimed, when she's collapsed in an alleyway from a broken rib, when it feels like it's just her with the Last Drop to her back... Silco's there. He'd do many things, but he'd never abandon her.
So he drags her home and leaves Mylo to patch her up. He bails them out of idiotic schemes. He hides enforcer bodies in the river (he never minds doing that). He pays someone off or makes someone disappear.
She still hates him, probably.
He... can't return the sentiment. She's irritating, in all those familiar ways Vander was, but it's different. He'd looked up to Vander, once. Much like Powder does to Vi - much like they all look up to Vi. But, she is not her Father. She is a child trying to fill shoes too big for her. From such a perspective, her irritating qualities are more... palatable.
She bartends, clenching her jaw and playing diplomat with the remnants of Vander's faction. She's a child, and the underworld knows it. Her hands are clumsier as they clean the glasses, unsure of how to be gentle when the rage burns.
The first time she asks Silco for anything is after she breaks the last of Vander's shot glasses. It's one of the only times her eyes mist in his presence. Nice glass is hard to come by in the undercity, and her going to the surface was out of the question... not after last time.
Silco has Sevika deliver the shipment and neither of them mention it again.
She's Vander's child. They all are. A step too far and the four (five, though Ekko's much better at staying out of trouble than his irritating late-guardian) gain a new title. Silco does not consider himself an emotional man, not anymore. But the first time an opposing crime lord tried to get to him through the children - Mylo, specifically - he finds himself... inspired.
Sevika finds Mylo in their enemy's basement. It's Silco who takes him home, a hand on the boy's trembling shoulder. They walk, tall - at least Silco does, something odd raging in his gut like a tidal wave.
It's a statement for him to walk Mylo home and he knows it. They're stared at - it's probably the first time he's ever done anything visible like this with any of Vander's kids. He doesn't regret it. Mylo doesn't either.
They root out the rot and leave a new scar in Zaun, Sevika is efficient and brutal when the time demands it. She aligns with Silco in that manner. He's never liked these inter-faction fights, but sometimes messages must be sent. Messages signed eloquently in blood are more memorable, and it must be memorable. Zaun's streets are too used to violence - if you want to send a message you must be... purposeful.
Mess with Vander's children and you will be meeting Zaun's ghosts.
It's the first collection of murders Vi doesn't condemn him for. Mylo's behind the bar with her, ranting about shitty air ventilation, nervous hands calming themselves as they dust glasses. Vi's quiet as Silco sits, not a word spared. She pours him a shot in a cleanly cut shot glass and it almost tastes sweeter.
They are Silco's wards. Vander's children, but under Silco's gaze. He doesn't want it to go any further, and the city would do well not to test it. Piltover too.
The marshall learns quickly enough that the streets play by new rules now. The Lanes are the safest place in Zaun for its children - they're nothing but a death sentence for enforcers.
Vi's... useful, in that regard. The only thing she seems to hate more than Silco is the people who got to Vander before he did. Another rare thing they both agree on.
So, yes, Silco has saved her before. This is different. It's not a glorious or proud moment... it's... necessary, as all things are in his life.
It starts when he slips by the Last Drop - he tries to do it fairly regularly. Not for the children, but for the statement. He's welcome here now. The streets know it. He haunts his old life, a stronger, fiercer phantom than any of his old demons.
It's pride, and he knows it. He strides in and smiles through the glares, Vi's included. She still pours him a glass no matter what fight they're having. She loves Powder too much to chase him away. That power is the halfway point between intoxication and sobriety, just as the shot of Vander's whiskey is.
He's late for his visit this time. Very late. More likely than not Vi's gone to bed and won't be up until late noon. He'll pour himself a drink then. There are no regulars to grumble at his arrival, just a drunk passed out in the alleyway next to the bar. Vi is still learning the art of cutting people off - sometimes he thinks she keeps the nastier ones drinking to teach them a lesson. Drags them home so they owe her a favor - so they remember they were at her mercy, once.
She's like Vander, but she's not all Vander.
Or maybe she is... Silco's throat is tight and his eye is beginning to throb from the long day. He reaches the door and stops.
It's left open.
Paranoia is an old friend. It keeps two knives on him, always in arm's reach. Danger is the best friend of Zaun's children, and it's taught him well.
Vi does not keep the door open. It lets a draft in, and the stench of the streets. She's particular about such things.
Silco pushes the door open and takes a long breath. It's a familiar sight, not to the bar, but to Silco: there was a scuffle, of some sort. There's blood on the bartop and a broken bottle on the floor. Stools are tossed aside, and the jukebox is donning a new crack - it was a long fight, then. It seems the dancers danced their vicious waltz all through the bar.
Silco steps into the bar, still lit, but empty. There's... something climbing up his throat as his mind churns out the most likely probabilities. It tastes like river water.
Vi was a fighter, like her Father. The streets knew it. They called her the 'little hound'. Silco never corrected them.
He crouches down to study a skid mark on the floor, right next to a small pool of blood. Someone had gotten punched, hard. Silco moves faster, passing the ghost of a bar and delving into its hold - the heart of this haven Vander built.
The door to the children's rooms is locked. That means one of two things. Either there's a nasty sight beyond for Silco to find, or Vi did what she did best.
He knocks: a rhythmic game that he knows one of the five will get. It's one of Powder's many games, tapping on his office door before barging in. Or his closet. Or his desk. Wherever her new hiding spot was. She and Ekko found some sort of amusement in startling him. Silco may loathe to admit it, but the pattern made their impromptu visits nicer. The anxiety leaves when the assassin in the belfry turns out to be the two youngest giggling at their endeavors.
Silco uses Powder's knock. He's met with silence.
There's a churning in his gut because he knows.
He's made enemies. Vander's children are still Vander's children - and the Hound's death doesn't satiate old blood feuds. And... he's not as clandestine in his affections as he wants to be.
Sevika tells him that much.
So does this. If those kids are dead, if Silco kicks this door down and finds bodies, he's going to make someone burn. He's going to carve this little haven apart in a baptism of blood.
A perfectly reasonable reaction. Justified, even. Not even Vander would disagree. It doesn't settle the crashing wave of something other than anger that's ripping him apart at the thought.
There's a scrambling on the other side and Silco releases a long breath he forgot he was holding.
There's a familiar hiss: "Powder - Powder no -"
Claggor's alive at least... and so is -
Powder opens the door, taking a large gasp as she runs to Silco and grabs him in a hug. It's not her usual. She'll poke at him or snatch something out of his pockets, but she's never been much of a hugger.
Silco isn't either.
He lets her stay, for now and places a hand on her head. She's warm... breathing and warm. He uses his other hand to push the door further. It reveals a more desperate scene. Claggor's holding a bloodied rag to his head. Mylo's nursing a broken nose from where he lays on the couch.
So it wasn't a long scuffle - it was multiple fights.
"What happened?" Silco only ever demands. Something Mylo hates - can't ask nicely, can you?
"Was one of those gangs Vi chased out a few weeks back," Claggor's the voice of reason and honesty. Now he's donning a black eye and bruised knuckles. He has Vander's build, but lacks a stomach for fighting. He can do it - and do it well, but not like Vi...
Damn girl. She's missing from their usual nest. Ekko too, but that's at least usual.
"Where is Vi?" Silco keeps his voice level, or he thinks he does. Powder pulls away and wipes her eyes, a familiar guilt dancing over her unblemished face.
"She went after them," Mylo answers, nasally, as he holds his head back. The nose is likely broken... again. "Told us to hold up here till she got back."
"Alone?" Silco's not surprised but he is... angry.
Not at Vi. She's an idiot, always has been. Like someone else he knew. She's doing what she'll always do.
Powder's near inconsolable, as she usually is when it comes to such things: "She told us to stay - I didn't want to but she made us promise and - and we couldn't find Ekko so we don't know where he went. I - I wanted to get you -"
"It's alright, how long ago did this happen?" Silco crouches down to meet Powder's gaze.
"I dunno, ten minutes," Mylo answers. "You just missed it -"
"Which gang?" Silco's impatience is eating at him.
No one has an answer.
"Stay here," he orders in the face of silence. "Wait for me."
"You're gonna get her, right?" Powder pleads. "I can help!"
It's always about helping, with her. Always about being useful and loved. It's painfully easy to manipulate.
"Protect your brothers," Silco instructs carefully, softly. He looks around the room and eyes familiar explosive devices at her bedside. "If they come back to finish the job, use your tools. Make them regret what they've done."
"We don't need her-" Mylo begins to object before Claggor slaps his shoulder.
Powder doesn't fully buy the lie, but it's enough. She bites her lip and nods. Silco spares her a warmer glance before he departs. The door closes behind him and it seems Claggor and Mylo immediately begin to argue: Typical.
Silco's a bit too busy seething to do much else. He gives the bar another survey, trying to decipher what Vander's little prodigy got herself into.
It could be a little collection of street menaces. Faux-tough folks who like to poke and prod at any establishment they can, except of course the actual bastards of Piltover. Silco hated such short-sightedness. That energy would be better aimed at those gold-plated brutes that police the streets they spit on.
There's no chance of beating Piltover if the streets are too busy going at each other's throats. Vi had kicked out a few folks, and broken a few teeth, but retaliation had always been out of the question. She'd been spared from the worst of Zaun's cannibalistic tendencies her whole life.
Though she may hate it, Vi was the closest Zaun would ever get to royalty. The daughter of Vander, protected by Silco's knife edge. So either these bastards were stupid or they knew exactly what they were doing.
And if they were the latter, there was a large chance Vi wasn't just gone. That's the cost of sending messages.
You get sent messages too...
"Thought I might find you here," a voice breaks through his concentration as he finds a few discarded coins by a table. It's Sevika. He doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder, as he pockets the change.
"Never a dull moment," Silco curses, standing. "Vi's run off."
"I know," Sevika mutters with a familiar exasperation. "I tried to stop her."
"You saw her!?"
"Yeah, caught her chasing down some thugs. She had a few scores to settle." Sevika is far too casual about it as she saunters over to the bar and pours herself a drink.
"And if it was a trap?" Silco's' challenge sounds a bit more paranoid out loud than it did in his head.
"I recognized the poor bastards, they're stupid - harmless in the long run," Sevika shrugs. "They take folks by surprise. Though they're in for a nasty one now."
Silco sighs, heavily, pinching his nose as a headache tries to wrestle into his priorities: "Where did she go?"
"Up towards the fishmonger's, at the pace she was at, she's probably caught up by now. She'll be back. They won't."
Silco doesn't say anything to that. He can't. So he leaves.
"Keep watch," he orders as he goes, because orders are simple, kinder things.
The streets are dark and damp, as always, but they're colder now. It's a bad idea to walk alone - especially given who he is. But... these were Vander's streets and they are his now. Strangely enough, despite the animosity there, the old resistance keeps a watchful eye out on his back. He doesn't trust it, but he does understand it.
You take care of those kids now, or so the old Yordle from the brothel had ordered. Do that, and I won't mind you.
He still walks quickly and grapples with old ghosts. Vi's growing into something - something Vander would be keen on stopping. Something Vander had always been afraid of becoming.
It's a stupid thing, really. Silco's breathing in Zaun's poisoned air and lamenting on all the things that dead fool may have been right about.
Vi's useful as a little hound, but Silco's never gotten good at leashing her. Vander never managed it either. All of those kids were annoyingly stubborn and brilliant and mold them as Silco may, some things don't change. Not the river water of Zaun or the blood on the bridge.
For the first time, Silco considers that maybe he's not the only one who drowned on these streets. It's no coincidence the thought comes as he passes the corner Vander died on.
He pushes it aside, quickly. He has something more important to deal with.
He finds her stumbling back. She is a mess. Broken nose, a black eye, and her knuckles are covered in blood. She is covered in blood. She limps along, guarding her side, pausing only when she sees him.
"Oh fuck me," she scorns and Silco has to chuckle at that.
"Hello Violet," he greets with a sarcastic glance. "You look well."
"Fuck off, Silco. What are you doing here?" half of the anger in her voice is from pain. The other half is her earnest loathing of him.
He can answer her honestly, though: "Looking for you."
"Well, you found me." She presses onward, passing him with a glare. He's content to follow.
They walk in silence for a while, Vi spitting out a glob of blood after a minute and cursing a colorful array for her wounds.
"Did you find them?" Silco inquires, once it's clear she intends to ignore him the entire time.
"Course," she spits.
"And, you walked away."
"I won. They're not coming back."
"Good," Silco supposes. The praise doesn't end kindly on her shoulders, but it's earnest.
"If you're gonna lecture me on how stupid going off alone was -"
"I have no such intention."
"I didn't kill them, either."
"I wouldn't care much if you did. It could complicate matters, but it's manageable."
Vi sneers at that and presses onward.
"Call for a doctor, when you get back," Silco orders, gently as he can.
She glares at him - a clear refusal. It's not a bad idea, and she knows it, but because Silco said it, her little spiteful side would rather bleed out on the street.
That's... not Vander. It may be Felicia in her...
"Were you stabbed?" Silco suddenly catches a glimpse at the side she's guarding.
"No."
"The blood isn't yours?"
"Can you just fuck off?"
"Violet. Have you been stabbed?"
She whirls around, probably to hiss another insult at him, but she stumbles instead. Embarrassingly enough for both of them, Silco moves to catch her. She grabs a light post instead and heaves out a heavier breath.
Silco watches, rolling his eyes at the theatrics.
"It would kill you to direct your stubbornness somewhere beneficial, wouldn't it?" He jabs, in a whisper.
"I didn't fucking ask for your help!" She snaps back, pulling herself back up and pressing a bloodied hand firmer into her side.
"No. You didn't," Silco mutters, and he's quick to snatch her wrist, stained by her own crimson. He isn't as strong as he once was, but with surprise on his side, he can yank her hand away long enough to see the wound beneath it.
Oh, look at that. She has been stabbed. Who would've guessed?
She rips out of his hold and he lets her. It was a more performative act anyway - she'll glare at him either way. She leans away from him with a snarl of: "Fucking bastard." Like a cornered dog.
Little hound indeed.
"Sit down," he orders.
"No -"
"Violet. Sit. Down."
It doesn't usually work on her. The tone was more useful with Claggor - but she's bleeding out. Seems that some of the stubbornness is going with it.
She sags to the cobblestone with a grimace as she guards her side, hissing through clenched teeth as she lands heavily. Silco crouches down in front of her, pulling out familiar tools from a small pouch he always keeps handy.
Again, paranoia and preparation were identical twins, you could only tell them apart in practice. He was well-versed in both.
"Oh, fuck this: Get your damn doctor," Vi spat as she spied the small vial of astringent.
And Silco hums to match her scathing tone: "I would. But you've decided to give us a time crunch."
"I - "
"Move your hand."
"No!"
"Violet, I am not going to tell your siblings that you bled out in front of me."
It was the only way to get her to do anything. A familiar arm to twist when it was necessary. She knew it too, which is why her glare burned darker, but she obeyed, even lifting up her shirt a few precious inches to show him the gore beneath. That was enough.
The streets of Zaun were familiar with questionable medical practices, and Silco was familiar with impromptu triage. They'd need better stitches and a thorough cleaning once he was done, but it would stop her from bleeding, for now.
She hissed when he poured the cleaner over it.
"Fucker -"
"You're welcome," he interrupts curtly. "And you're lucky."
She says nothing as she clenches her teeth and covers her eyes, breaths coming fast and heavy.
"If this had gone any deeper, or moved any higher, we'd be in a different predicament," Silco continues.
"Well it'd fix one of your problems," Vi spat between heavy breaths as Silco threaded the needle.
He chuckled at that one: "Perhaps."
Vi bites her already bloodied knuckles to keep from screaming as Silco begins his work. Painkillers would've been a useful thing to keep handy, but Silco prepares for needs, not comforts.
This may... change that.
The closeness is one of necessity, and it's obviously no comfort to the girl, so Silco works quickly. It's messy, but again, he intends to get an actual doctor as soon as the bleeding is stemmed. You can't exactly apply a tourniquet to a torso. And you shouldn't make a habit of stitching up your enemies.
Not that Vi was an enemy... not to him, at least.
"Of course, if you did die," he finds himself musing: "I dare say Claggor will end up breaking even more glasses than you did."
She doesn't respond but there is a breath - quick... it may even be a laugh.
"Unless Mylo takes over bartending. In which case I should hike up our liquor order. Something tells me he'll get too eager to test the merchandise."
"Oh fuck off." There she is.
"We'll have to wait until Powder grows a bit taller - if she doesn't kill me first for letting you die."
He cuts off the thin wire now holding the wound together. It snaps quickly and he ties it - tight. Vi's hand suddenly clamps onto his arm and he's thrusted back years by the force in that grip. He tries to hide it and likely does seeing how out of it the girl is. She's leaning forward, breathing heavily. His breaths, in conjecture: feather-light. Too quick.
"She - she wouldn't," the girl manages.
It's Silco who can't respond this time, staring at the white-knuckled grip on his arm. Well, they would be white knuckles if said knuckles were split and covered in grime. Familiar... too familiar.
Vi continues though, the pain spilling from her eyes despite the chuckle in her throat: "She likes you too much - looks up to you."
"A questionable choice," Silco finally forces out of his dry throat, carefully dissecting Vi's grip from his wrist.
"Yeah," she spits, leaning further forward, at least until Silco catches her shoulder.
"You'll split the stitching. You still need a doctor."
"Fuck."
Understandable. Silco helps her stand and, as if to scream how much she's truly out of it, she doesn't protest in the slightest. They make their way through the streets, slowly. The Last Drop is the closest safe spot, though the faster they find a doctor the better.
They get halfway there when Vi starts breathing just a little too heavy for his taste. She's shaking and when she starts leaning on him he caves in. They stop and he pushes her to a wall.
Another order: "Catch your breath."
She obeys. That's a problem. They're running out of time. He can't leave her here but he can't wait either.
Choices, choices, choices.
"I shouldn't have gone alone," Vi recites hatefully as she slides down to the brick wall, wrapping both arms around her stomach. "I know, it was fucking stupid."
"Well, at least you recognize it," Silco scathes, holding the bridge of his nose again as the ache behind his eye worsens. Brilliant. Who does he know around here? Anyone trustworthy?
"They needed to get the shit kicked out them," she rues, weakly.
"And did you get stabbed before or after you exacted your justice?"
"After. Fucker pulled a knife once it was a one-on-one."
"Predictable," Silco scolds. She glares, good - at least something familiar is still there.
"Maybe for you."
"Don't pretend Mylo doesn't play dirty. You know to expect it." Silco hardly notices he's begun to pace. There's blood dripping on the cobblestone. They need to move. Vi's breaths are still heavy.
The streets smell like river water.
"I broke his face."
And that, Silco can laugh at: "I don't doubt it. Now get up. We need to go."
She closes her eyes at the order - a bit too long for his taste. He couches down and grabs her shoulder. "Violet."
"I'm moving," she grumbles, taking his hand and weakly standing once more. Immediately, she collapses and Silco barely catches her, lowering her to the floor gently as he can as it all trickles out of him in hollow realization.
He sits her up against the wall and, heavily, takes a seat next to her. He can't carry her back. He's not that strong - maybe never was. And she's bigger now. He needs to go - get someone who can help.
He can not leave her. Not like this. Not like this.
He's lied millions of times, he'll lie a million times more before his life is through, but he made a promise, to a dead man, but a promise nonetheless. He could not leave her to die another one of Zaun's orphans. Her last cradle in the cobblestones. He would not leave her to die alone.
"Fuck." It's weaker now, wet. She's crying.
He can't stomach it.
"We need to move," he tries to find a sternness to press onward. It ends up sounding desperate. His hand is over hers, applying pressure she doesn't have the strength to.
"I shouldn't have gone alone," she repeats. The anger's gone... it's fermented into regret.
"You should have called me," he hates the rage that is slipping through his teeth like the blood between his fingers. "I would've handled this."
"They kicked Claggor," she breaths - like that's some sort of defense.
"You are dying."
There it is: in the air. No taking it back now. He knows it. She knows it. Zaun knows it.
"You are dying because of your own idiocy," he seethes regardless.
"Keep Powder away from your fucking war," is her answer. "Mylo and Claggor... keep them away -"
No. No he will not -
"You want to keep them away? Do it yourself," he hisses as he pulls her up again. This time he has one hand under her shoulders and the other pressed against her side. "Move."
"Silco -"
Not fucker. Or bastard. Or the many other colorful names she's deemed him worthy of.
"Move." That's his answer. It's his answer for the next few blocks, then there's a stirring from one of the rooftops and Silco almost breathes in relief to hear a familiar rhythm of taps, asking if the coast is clear.
Vi notices nothing, she's limp, and in a moment of weakness he presses harder inciting a gasp. She's still alive and she'll fucking stay that way.
"EKKO!" He calls and the boy is there, peeking over a roof's ledge. His eyes are wide and Silco doesn't help to soothe the fear there. "Get a doctor! Now!"
"Who?" the boy cries back, eyes locked on Vi.
"Anyone! Closest one you can find." Silco's done with plans currently. No one will try anything stupid with Sevika staring over their shoulder. Time's not on their side. On Violet's side.
Ekko's smart enough to not get himself kidnapped - probably. Tonight's just been full of all sorts of lovely surprises.
They press onwards. The streets are dead this early in the morning. It's nearly time for the early risers to stir. What fools do creep the streets vanish at the sight of Silco.
Vi's a heavy weight on his side, her feet dragging more and more with every moment.
"I seem to recall one of Vander's teachings warning against this exact situation," he mutters.
The sound of her late Father stirs her just a bit - it's all he needs. Her eyes flicker over and he drags her onward.
"Something about being careful about the fights you pick - and the causes you die for," he scorns.
A familiar warning. One he'd almost died for. The hands around his neck are heavy, but still lighter than Vi's weight on his side.
She doesn't answer.
"How did it go?" Silco breathed rhetorically. "Every time you raise your fist, make sure you're ready to die for it?"
"Make sure... you're ready... for someone to die for it," Vi breathes and it's not relief, but it's something similar that fills Silco's flooded lungs.
"Ah, of course. He was always so worried about collateral," Silco feigns ignorance. "And murder."
"Yeah," Vi barks a weak laugh. "You... wouldn't... know..."
"I wouldn't," Silco agrees. "Everyone has something they'd die for. I happen to think certain causes are worth killing for."
Vi goes silent so Silco clears his throat: "Not this though."
She does huff at that.
"It will be embarrassing if you die from this," Silco mutters.
No answer. He begins to calculate the next way phrase that could stir her up when she breathes a weak laugh.
"He wouldn't have died from this."
It doesn't take a genius to guess who she's talking about.
"Neither will you," Silco states.
"He... wouldn't have been stupid."
Silco does roll his eyes at that: "He absolutely would have been."
"Should've... seen it... coming."
"Yes. But you'll learn. We all do."
"I was... angry."
"I know." Silco breathes. Because he does. He knows it better than anyone else. Better than Vander would've.
Like a blessing from Janna, there's a golden light spilling from down the street, and they turn towards the Last Drop. They aren't a step towards it before Sevika is at the door, throwing it open and running towards them.
"The trick about anger, Violet -" Silco breathes as they slow. He looks at her and finds a determination in those eyes - "It's all in knowing how to use it. That rage will either kill you... or keep you alive. It's time you decide how you'll use it."
Sevika is there and she picks Vi up like she weighs nothing. The doctor arrives a few minutes later, Ekko on his heels. Some kinder neighbor who lacks prowess but is willing to do it for free - to repay an old favor to Vander.
Good enough.
Powder's crying next to him. Mylo and Claggor fret the whole time. Ekko takes his place next to Powder and watches with a mixture of grief and horror. Sevika is strangely quiet.
But Vi? She refuses to fade. Refuses to pass out. She grips the chair beneath her and grinds her teeth on a twisted rag from Sevika as the doctor works. Her nails carve into the wood until splinters bloody her cuticles - and sometimes, she looks to Silco.
He doesn't know what she sees there, doesn't know what she's looking for. He just knows she's going to survive.
She knows it too.
She's not Vander, never was. It's not a bad thing.
But it changes everything.
#Arcane#fanfiction#AU#Arcane AU#Dad Silco#This is just Dad Silco AU#But he's adopted four children#Five actually#But technically he'd already adopted Jinx so there's just MORE now#Part 3#Still have no idea what to call this AU#The focus has really been on Vi and Silco I know#They're just so interesting#Silco#Vi#Ekko#Claggor#Powder#Mylo#Vander#I'm feeling “Children of Zaun” but like that title is so extra lololololol#stabbing#blood#impromptu medical care#Ya ever bond with your third dad after nearly bleeding out in an alleyway?#Listen#They kicked her bro she wasn't gonna let that slide#Vi! Your third father is the leader of organized crime he can HELP!!#Vi: I would literally rather die than ask that man for help#Silco: That's embarassing. Also don't you DARE -
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