#oc firelight

[xenomorphicdna]

WooooOOOO YYEAHHH LOOK WHOS DONE!!!

FireLight! Augh so happy with the sprite, asymmetry is hell as always tho aaa

The nose is supposed to be orange umm I changed it now but it's not in the screenshots. I am devastated over the fact the fire covers the tail vents,, well I guess if they're spewing fire yeah you would see em hm,, ok you know what I feel better about it now

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[bellybuttonbooks]

THE SIXTH | Ekko x Fem!OC

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Rest of the fanfic can be found here.

SUMMARY:

Shimmer is back. Two years after the war with Noxus has ended, a new gangster emerges within the undercity, now known as 'Zaun'.

Daunter is a ruthless chem-baron who has reformed the city's drug empire. He refloods the streets with shimmer and gains the title 'Silco's Heir'.

The Firelights are back in commission after two years of lax, taking down exports just like the days when Silco was still alive.

When the group arrives at an export and finds it already taken down with the barrels drained of shimmer, it becomes apparent that Daunter and his gang aren't the only ones they need to look out for. They had competition. Or... did they?

Ekko finds himself involved in a seemingly endless cat-and-mouse chase with another gang leader-a woman who moves like the wind. He wants to know what her motives are, but he has to catch her first.

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CHAPTER ONE:

- Zaun, two years after the conclusion of Arcane

"Fuck—"

It happened again. Their mission had been sabotaged, just like before. Someone had arrived before he and the Firelights had gotten there, Daunter's goons paralyzed and tied up, the barrels drained of shimmer.

Daunter was Zaun's newest chem baron—and currently it's biggest. He reintroduced shimmer to the Lanes, reflooding the streets with the purple drug.

After Silco had died and the undercity got caught up in a battle with Piltover and Noxus, shimmer had been mostly exterminated by Caitlyn and her enforcers. It still lingered in the black market, but mass exports ceased to exist. Until a few months ago, that is. Daunter crept in like slow-forming shadows caused by a rising moon. In increments so small that no one noticed until everything was drenched in its darkness.

This forced the Firelights back into action. But now, there seemed to be someone else who was intent on interrupting Daunter's operations. Ekko would have accepted the help if it wasn't for the fact that they'd taken the shimmer. He couldn't help but suspect that the culprit had ill intentions, and that put them at odds with the Firelights.

"Looks like we got competition," a distorted voice said from beside him.

Ekko turned his head to look at the masked face of Scar, a tall chirean who served as his Lieutenant and second in command. Chireans held bat-like appearances (minus the wings), with large ears, grey-toned skin, bat-like noses, and neon green eyes.

Both men stood atop a nearby roof, out of hearing distance of the restrained goons on the cargo airship.

"More like another enemy," Ekko responded.

Scar processed his leader's remark before speaking again. "You think they got bad intentions?"

"They're up to no good if they're stealing shimmer. Probably selling it themselves to make bank," he said pointedly.

Scar took in Ekko's words. It made sense and sounded like the most likely scenario. Though, one thing stood out to him.

"Why would they tie em' up? They already have em' paralyzed somehow. It's like they're leaving 'em here for someone to arrest or something."

Ekko considered this but had already thought up a reason. "The paralysis might not last long. Could be a precaution."

Scar nodded, agreeing that his reasoning seemed plausible.

"What should we do? Seems we keep missing 'em. Should we put out scouters across the city?"

Ekko exhaled through his nose, mulling over Scar's suggestion. It did sound like a good idea, but he had to also consider the risks. He didn't want to put his people in danger. This wouldn't be like their typical 'element of surprise' mission. This would involve spying, waiting, and watching—usually from the shadows to avoid detection. Despite this, Ekko had faith in the Firelights.

"Yeah. Could assign shifts. But we still need to keep most of our numbers back at the hideout in case of any surprise missions."

Scar agreed. Daunter was becoming more and more unpredictable, and there were times when they had to act quickly, creating plans with only hours to spare.

The conversation between the men ended there and Ekko mounted his aeroglider. He flew over to the transport ship and hopped off the board, sliding it behind his back to attach to the magnetic piece on his coat. He neared Daz, one of the newer Firelights.

Daz was a little on the shorter side, his body mass nothing impressive. But he was quick, and that made up for his size.

"You find anything useful? Anything they might've left behind?"

Daz stood from his crouching position. "Nothing. But this guy says that it was a bunch of people dressed in black wearing cloaks," he said.

The younger male nudged the oversized goon who was laying on the boarded floors of the airship with his booted foot.

Ekko's eyes narrowed in thought from the goon's revelation. He crouched down, deciding to take questioning the brute into his own hands.

"Did you see any faces? Anything?"

Daunter's ruffian shook his head, his double chin jigging as he did so.

"I was lucky to even see 'em in the first place. Bastards were quick as shit, bouncin' all over the place like a bunch 'a damn shimmer addicts."

Ekko stared down at the overweight man for a few moments before standing.

'Was it possible that whoever had done this was also consuming the drug to give themselves a physical advantage?'

Authoritative voices sounded from the distance, pulling him from his thoughts and signaling him and the other firelights that enforcers were nearby. Ekko yanked his aeroglider from behind his back once again, hopping onto it before instructing the other Firelights to follow him out of there.

The group flew to their hideout, flickers of green trails decorating the air behind them as they moved.

The Firelight hideout was impressive—only accessible through a labyrinth of abandoned sewer pipes. He and his people had the pipes memorized by now, knowing exactly where to go to reach the entrance. The entrance was covered by a heavy, circular piece of metal—resembling that of a manhole cover. It rolled to the side, allowing them access.

Each time Ekko walked through the gate, he was struck with amazement at what he had accomplished so far. He had created a community in the last ten years, having found a large tree growing from the deep, dark depths of Zaun—a miracle, but also a symbol of hope. He had built himself a home, a sanctuary, and shared it with the people of the undercity that had been affected by the shimmer epidemic and the victims of the battle. He was proud of himself, and the people who had joined him in forming the Firelights. They had done well.

During the war, they'd almost lost the tree. Well, they had lost the tree. The corruption from the hexcore had bled into the roots of their tree, causing the leaves to become tainted in wild rune markings before ultimately falling off. But using the knowledge he had learned in the other timeline he'd been teleported to, Ekko was able to form a time bubble around the hideout, reversing time in sphere they'd created but no where else. After ensuring no one was in the bubble, Ekko was able to bring the tree back to its former condition—before his mural had been painted on it.

Before the war, he'd vanished for months, leaving the Firelight no choice but to assume his death. They painted his face on the mural. It was a chilling thing to see once he'd returned; a symbol of his own death that hadn't occurred. A bad omen.

He had lost people throughout his twenty-three years of life—too many people. He carried the memories of his fallen friends with him and honored their memory by having a mural painted on the tall walls of the sewer, colourful portraits of the people who had passed on. It added to the surrealness of their hideout, while also ensuring who they've lost remained with them in, watching over them as they worked, lived, and thrived underneath their still gaze.

His eyes skimmed over the mural; Vi, Powder, Claggor, Mylo, Momo, Chip, Kurt, Jal, Eve, Radar, Heimerdinger, Jinx, and the most recent addition—Ajuna.

He lowered his gaze and walked to his room. It was located in one of the higher structures of the tree. Usually, he would use his hoverboard to fly there, but he decided to take the long way so that he could think on the way there. Plus, the exercise wouldn't hurt. He began his venture up the lengthy stairs, his mind occupied as he did so.

He soon reached his destination, pushing open the door before closing it behind him again after stepping inside.

His room was clean, but also messy. His bed was made, which was something he forced himself to do every morning. It was a twin bed that lined the back right corner of the room. Opposite the bed was his workbench, where the mess began. It was a disorganized madness, but it was his madness, and it worked for him. He was an inventor, a prodigy and a genius, as his parents called him. The workbench was evidence of his success and failures. His tools scattered across the wooden surface, grooves beginning to form in the shape of his fingers from how often he used them. Pieces of scrap lined the walls next to the desk, things he refused to throw out because he was determined to find a use for them some day.

The wall behind his desk was littered with plans, blueprints, diagrams—either of inventions he had already made, planned to make, or things he still hadn't finished planning yet. Next to the bed was his desk. It was situated underneath a curtained window. That was where some of the mission planning took place. He was the leader, and he was the one who created intricate plans for his team to embark on (with some help from Scar at times).

Ekko yanked his aeroglider from his back and rested it against the leg of his workbench before shedding his graffitied coat and folding it over his work chair. He removed his mask and placed it on his desk before sitting in his chair.

His mind was tossing and turning, thinking back to their wrecked mission. It was clear that the Firelights had another enemy to deal with now, as if Daunter and his gang weren't enough. He worried about what this might mean for their future undertakings, what confronting the group would be like, what their leader was like—if they even had one. They most likely did. They wouldn't have been able to pull off such swift heists if they didn't.

Ekko exhaled and willed his troubled thoughts to leave with his breath. He needed to focus. Make a schedule. Make a plan. He pulled out some parchment and leaned over his desk, getting to work.

Weeks passed, and the Firelights had no luck with spotting the culprits. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. That and any physical altercations made using shimmer made them dangerously fast foes.

Ekko stood atop a roof, his mask adorning his face and the hood pulled over his head. He held his hoverboard to his side, having just landed. The building he was situated on was positioned along one of the main routes for Daunter's shimmer exports.

At this hour, the city was dark but also illuminated by the lights within its buildings. It was pretty, no one could deny that. Pink and green light outlined its contents, adding to its nighttime radiance. It was a contrast to the dank stench that polluted their air.

He lingered on the roof for a while, hoping to spot some movement.

His scouting shift was ending. His body was tense with anticipation and eagerness that didn't seem to dissipate as the time ticked well beyond when he should have gone home. This mystery had been bothering him since the first time they came across an empty transport about a month ago. He couldn't understand how he and the Firelights kept missing them. How this mysterious group of people in black seemed to be getting away with it. Right now, all he knew was that he would not rest until he figured it out, and then took care of it by taking them down.

A flicker of movement occurred from the top right of his peripheral. In a flash his head wagged in the direction, his focus zooming in on it. There. He could see a very faint outline of what looked like the side of someone, the rest of them drenched in inky shadows. They stood upon a roof in the near distance. When Ekko moved onto the other side of the roof he was standing on, he noticed that there were other figures standing with the initial one he had noticed. It had to be them.

He knew that he'd have to stay hidden and quiet. He was outnumbered by people who had unknown capabilities. Instead of confronting them, he would follow them. Watch them and their moves, learn their techniques, inspect them for any weaknesses, and figure out who was leading them.

He put his aeroglider on his back, knowing that the green lights on it would immediately reveal his location—especially in the darkness of the night. He would have to move on foot. He wasn't exactly skilled in moving stealthily. His boots always felt too heavy, his breathing too loud—especially behind his mask. Despite this, he was determined to pursue the group. He'd been chasing nothing but possibilities for weeks. The possibility that he might spot them. The possibility of learning more about them. The possibility of the Firelights having the capability to take them down. He was sick of unanswered questions, and if slinking into the shadows like some kind of damn ninja was what he had to do to get them, then so be it.

When they moved, he moved, trying to mask any footsteps or sounds he made with theirs. So far, it seemed they were moving aimlessly. They headed in every which direction, making quick yet precise movements. Ekko was almost in awe. This group moved with grace and excellence. They used acrobatics and parkour together, the combination of the two giving the group a unique advantage in means of travel and stealth.

Ekko was able to see that the group consisted of about 6 people, with one of them leading the lot. He could see that they were indeed adorned in black attire, which included black cloaks. Any other physical details remained a blur due to their continuous motion.

The leader seemed to lead the group to some sort of abandoned warehouse. It had long since been cleared out of its storage—Ekko and the Firelights having raided it once after Squirt, one of the older members of the gang, spotted it during a mission.

Ekko kept himself tucked away in a nearby alley, sparing only a few glances as he saw the group circle on the concrete clearing in front of the warehouse. As he glanced over the corner, he noticed there was one fewer than before. Before he could even begin wondering what happened to them, he felt an abrupt poke on the back of his neck, directly in the center. In seconds he was crumbling to the ground, his own body refusing to listen to his brain signals that demanded he move. He lay there helplessly, now at the complete mercy of this group that he knew nothing about. He tested his eyes, seeing if he could glance around and blink. He could. He tried opening his mouth. He could. But that was it.

His eyes caught sight of the person who had managed to take him down in mere seconds without him even knowing they were there. They were small—a small female. She was dressed in all black besides a crimson scarf wrapped around her neck. He couldn't see her face because she was wearing a black half mask that covered her nose and mouth, and tinted goggles that covered her eyes. One of the most prominent things he noticed was how long and bushy her hair was. She had it tied in a low ponytail and the ends of it reached all the way to her ankles.

'There's no way that was the ideal way to keep her hair during outings like these,' Ekko thought. It reminded him of Pow—Jinx. Long hair. Always getting in the way when she fought. He felt his heart clench, but he banished the impending memories that threatened to come forth. He didn't have time to think about that now.

"You've been following us," the woman said, her voice firm and yet soft at the same time.

She began circling him, sizing him up before coming to a stop near his head. She squatted down beside him, her head tilting to the side as she looked over his masked face.

"And you've been stealing shimmer to do who knows what with."

Her head tilted to the other side as she listened to him respond in the distorted voice caused by his mask. "What of it? You want some?" Her voice was muffled by the material of her mask.

He scoffed, disgust filling him and lacing his voice with venom as he spoke. "So, you do make profit off it."

She didn't respond to that. Instead, she gripped the edges of his mask and began to tug it off. When she felt a resistance, she reached into his hood and unsnapped the fastens and then tried again.

Ekko could do nothing to stop her as she revealed his face to the night air.

She gave him a good stare down, as if memorizing every facial feature he had. She reached a hand down to him, her fingers making gentle contact with the hourglass marking on his forehead and nose.

Ekko would have jolted away from her touch if he wasn't paralyzed.

She traced along the edges of the marking with two of her fingers, her movements slow and deliberate. After pulling her hand away, she stared down at him some more, almost like she was contemplating something. "What does it mean?"

Ekko's mouth parted, confusion and bewilderment striking him from her abrupt question. He couldn't even think of forming an answer to that question, too caught off guard by it.

"Nothing? Just thought the shape was cool, huh?" She stood, his mask still pinched between her fingers.

"This thing is neat. Did you make it yourself?" She turned the mask over in her hands and held it up, getting a closer look at the neon pink 'x' painting on the front of it and then looking at the mechanics on the inside that made the wearer's voice distorted.

"What did you do to me? I can't move."

She looked from his mask and down at him again as she ignored her question. She seemed to pause, as if stunned by the sound of his actual voice that was no longer disguised by his mask.

"It's temporary. It'll wear off in an hour or so."

Ekko's eyes widened. "An hour? Stuck like this? With you?"

She snickered. "Hey, you're the one who was following us. I had to make sure you weren't a threat." She bent forward and gazed down at him; her eyes still hidden behind the goggles she wore. "So, are you? A threat, I mean."

Ekko swallowed. "Depends. I don't know you, or what your intentions are. I'm only a threat to those who are a threat to me," he said.

"Well, that's quite the predicament. We don't know your intentions, and you don't know ours." She stood up straight before continuing. "But you were the one following us. That's not very nice, y'know."

Ekko could feel her words ignite annoyance within him like a flame touching gas.

"I had my reasons," he retorted matter-of-factly.

The girl turned around, hiding her face from view before pulling down her mask and removing her goggles from her eyes, leaving them resting on her head like a headband. Then she put on his mask. It was too big for her, but she kept it on, nonetheless.

Ekko became enraged. "Take it off, now." His voice was angered and demanding.

She snickered again, this time teasingly as she turned around to show him her face now covered by his own mask.

"No, I don't think I will." Her voice came out distorted now, and it only added to Ekko's fury.

Before Ekko could make a response, she moved quickly out of his peripheral. And suddenly, she was atop the roof of one of the buildings lining the alleyway. She gave him a taunting wave before dashing away.

Ekko could hear her voice in the distance as she ordered the group to head back.

'So, she's their leader.'

Ekko mulled over that fact for a few seconds until he realized that he was now left in the alleyway, defenseless. She had left him there paralyzed and alone, completely vulnerable to any possible thugs in the area.

"Shit—"

Just as the word left his mouth, she returned to her spot on the roof. He watched her plop down, her short legs dangling over the ledge. He could hear her muffled, distorted snicker.

'Bitch.'

"Don't worry, I'll babysit you until you can move again."

Ekko blinked, confusion dousing him from her odd intentions.

"Why?"

"To make sure no one hurts you silly," she replied, her oddly cheerful voice making the distortion effects of the mask glitch out. He heard her giggle.

He stared up at her in disbelief. "You wouldn't have to do that if you hadn't paralyzed me in the first place."

"And I wouldn't have had to paralyze you if you hadn't been following us in the first place."

She had a point, and he knew it, But he also knew he was justified for following them. He needed to know what their intentions were.

"What are you doing with the shimmer that you've been stealing?" He knew his question was a long shot, but at this point he didn't have anything to lose.

"That's for me to know, and for you... To not know."

This woman was infuriating.

"Then I have no choice but to assume that you're selling it for profit. You're just continuing to add to the problems of the undercity. How do you live with yourself? Contributing to the pain and suffering of other people for the sake of coins."

She seemed to pause at his words, like she was thinking carefully before responding. "You're quick to assume things, huh?"

Ekko watched as she crossed her arms over her chest, her head still tilted downwards as she stared at him through his mask from her perch on the roof ledge.

"What choice do I have when you won't give me anything."

She hummed. "Touche."

Ekko could feel pins and needles erupt in the tips of his fingers and toes. The paralysis was starting to wear off. He decided to keep this information to himself. Maybe he could try and get her to come down here and strike after the paralysis had completely worn off without her knowledge.

"How'd you do this? You poked me and suddenly I'm all paralyzed and helpless."

He heard her make a noise of amusement, hinting that she was probably smirking behind his mask.

"More questions?

He rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna answer this one?"

She shook her head in amusement, and Ekko watched in astonishment as she stood and flipped into the air, landing on the ground right beside his head with absolute grace.

'She just flipped off a god damn building.'

He had to admit, that was impressive as hell. He'd lived in the undercity his whole life, and many kids grew up learning how to do parkour, but nothing like this. Sure, he could do his own mid-air flip, but his landings were far from as graceful and quiet as hers. It was like she was a dancer or something.

She squatted next to his head again, peering down at him like before but this time behind his mask.

"How about we swap secrets, yeah? You tell me what this means—" She paused and then poked the white marking on his forehead and nose. "—And I tell you how I made you 'all paralyzed and helpless'."

Ekko was taken aback. She would really reveal something so valuable in exchange for something that was merely personal to him?

"It means a lot of things. It's shaped like an hourglass. I've always had a thing for time."

She made another amused sound—probably smirking again.

"That's it? You have a thing for time? No deep, mysterious meaning for painting a freaking hourglass on your face?"

"Guess so."

She stood and crossed her arms over her chest.

He was starting to get more feeling in his face now, and he didn't even notice when he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Who are you?" he asked her, not really expecting an answer.

She shook her head disapprovingly again before replying. "Another question? But I haven't even answered the other one yet," she pointed out jeeringly.

He grit his teeth. This teeny tiny woman had started a raging anger within him. She dodged questions, was sassy as shit, and she'd stolen his mask and was now wearing it just to piss him off.

She noticed when his eyebrows furrowed, hinting that he was regaining use of his muscles now. She took a step back but didn't fully retreat just yet, lingering behind for a moment to say something else.

"I thought you would've found another fascination by now. But nope, still obsessed with time, aren't you, Ekko?"

Ekko felt like he'd been abruptly drenched in ice-cold water. She spoke to him as if she knew him.

'Who the fuck is this person?'

His shock was evident on his face, and she immediately picked up on it.

In a blur of movements, he was suddenly standing, the paralysis having worn off by now. Despite his quickness, she had maneuvered out of the way and was now standing on the same ledge she had been sitting on minutes before.

"Who the fuck are you?! Tell me, God dammit!"

She was quiet and unmoving for a few moments, as if she was contemplating something.

"Toodaloo." She waved at him and laughed before disappearing.

He growled and pulled his aeroglider from his back, immediately mounting it and taking to the air. She couldn't have gotten too far. It took him only a few moments to spot her in the distance. She was fast—real fast. But he had his hoverboard, which made him faster. He flew his board in her direction, gaining momentum on her quickly.

He watched as she turned a corner abruptly. He quickly made the sharp turn, about to catch up to her when he was forced to come to a stop. She was gone.

He gained altitude, moving up higher to get a better map of the place. He looked around, but still couldn't find anything. She had quite literally vanished into thin air.

"Fuck!"

Rest of the fanfic can be found here.

[altcissor]

Arcane oc yall :33

To also make a pfp to celebrate the second season

[nylilcosmos]

with arcane s2 around the corner it was time to redraw my firelights oc 🙂‍↕️

[bluerasbunny]

new ref sheet everyone look at my OC. i say to an audience that is not here for my OCs at all

[apthepotat]

Ever hyper fixated on a fandom so bad you wanna make an oc of said fandom?

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no? Just me?

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COUGH COUGH COUGH

[honeyscreations]

My new arcane oc, a firelight and augmented human. Also an original bar for the undercity. (Reference art from pinterest)

[alternative-morenita]

1.4 - The Dread

EP. 4 [AND 5] - THE DREAD contents: prologue | 1.1 | 1.1.5 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 |

7 YEARS LATER

An airship, tattered and ragged, pulls into the docks. Hidden within the tunnels of the structure, figures strapped onto hoverboards slowly levitate into the light.

Stories above the docks, they come to a standstill before tipping downwards. The flock surrounds the ship, infiltrating from all sides of the aircraft. 

"Ah, shit," the bribed shipment coordinator curses. "It's the Firelights." The scavengers toss bombs that explode on impact, golden crystals attaching themselves onto individuals.

The figure with an owl mask soars amongst the chaos with ease, bouncing their feet upside the head of one thug before slamming the tip of the hoverboard into another while swerving. Slowing down, they hop off and slide the board onto their back, meeting with two other figures. 

"We have five minutes till they're out of there," a robotic voice vibrates from behind the owl mask. They pull out a stop watch, obviously self-made, setting it for the allotted time. 

The woman beside him leans over eyeing the barrel of purple liquid. "You ever seen this much Shimmer before?" 

The leader looks between the two. "They're expanding. Check for more below. Burn it all!" Two other Firelights open the hatch for the lower deck. 

The man leading the lower deck investigation, pulls out his club. As he goes to step forward, something pulls at his ankle causing him to pause. The hatch shuts on its own, a neon purple squiggly drawing glows above the Firelights' heads. They gasp in horror.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no," one panics. "Open up!" Realizing the door won't open, he jumps down as the man with the mohawk releases a shaky breath.

"Oh no, she's here," he continues forward with a lit flare. 

The two flinch, believing to have heard rushed footsteps. The mohawk man throws the flare ahead of them, watching as it lands underneath a lone swing.

The word: 'Boom!' was written in neon purple underneath the seat. The sound of sparks scratch through the air as a breeze pasts between the two. Before they could see her, they felt the slightest brush of fingers touch their bodies. 

Metal clatters, dropping to the floor. Confused, they look down to see numerous bombs attached to their chests, bright pink - magenta - lights flickering along their dark clothes.

Their bodies explode, the aftermath enough to rock the aircraft. The Firelights on the upper deck, immediately look towards the hatch as it clanks and hisses open. 

Puffs of smoke flood the air, the visibility of their environment decreasing. The sound of heavy boots thump against the wooden floor as a scrawny figure gradually makes its way closer.

A pale skin girl with long blue hair parted into braided pigtails that brushed against her heels and wide eyes the reflection of ice appears. Her gaze flitters between the Firelights, posture seemingly relaxed and innocent. 

"Hi," she greets softly.

She then scrunches her eyebrows, flinging her arms to her sides to reveal two bombs of her own. She brings them to her mouth with a growl and snatches the pins with her teeth. She tosses them, each one slamming into the faces of a Firelight that stood at the leader's sides. 

They fall overboard, two explosions following their descent. The leader throws two stick bombs at the girl, but she dodges each one. She cocks her pistol, aimed at the man when a large humanoid creature drops from the ceiling with his staff.

She evades him by a step, brandishing the gun at his head. As the bullet's released from its chamber, he backhands her arm. Alternating, the girl kicks him forward, leaving his body to skid across the wood.

As he slowly begins to stand, she leaps forward and smashes his head down feet first with her body weight. Taking advantage of the distraction, the leader rids the barrels of shimmer. He turns around, noticing that the blue haired girl was coming. Sending a whistle, a Firelight lights a match when the girl grabs their hand. 

The girl sends a firm punch to the Firelight's head, the figure's mask flies off to reveal a woman with fair skin and pink hair. As the woman goes to look at the girl, the blue haired girl could only see the face of her estranged -- assumed to be dead -- older sister.

The girl gasps, the innocent look from before takes over. "Vi?" She breathes. 

I can't lose you, the older sister's voice echoes in her mind. Why did you leave me? Because you're a jinx.

The match falls from the woman's hand, igniting the shimmer that surrounded their feet; however, the blue haired girl didn't bother to flinch. It was as if she was stuck. 

I want to fight, a younger nasal version of her voice rings. You're not ready.

Finally, the woman was able to free herself, going to run away when the girl sends a quick shot at her back. The fleeing woman falls, dying on impact. The leader reaches his hand out, the deep robotic voice echoes. "No!"

 He falls to the floor, carefully shaking her in hopes she'd move, to no avail. He glares up at the blue haired girl, a raged breath echoes from behind his mask. He pulls out his stopwatch, noting that they were now counting down the seconds before the crystals were to soften.

With an enraged roar, he shoves it away and begins charging at the girl with his club in hand. The girl pulls out her machine gun, manically spraying wherever she could aim. 

The leader was cut off, carried on the shoulder of the Vastayan Firelight. Skillfully, he evades all of her shots and flies out of a window before flipping his leader in the sky.

Having came to his senses, the leader pulls out his hoverboard mid-flip and together, the two retreat with a successful yet remorseful mission. 

ZAUN

The fish Vastayan roars, the massive beast looks down with its beady red eyes and begins charging forward. Its spiked mace swings behind him, excited to stamp itself into its opponent. Across from the creature was a tall, dark skin woman coated with a messy collage of tattoos.

Etched with bulging veins that started under her ears and trailed underneath the waistline of her sewed two toned pants. Wrappings, tattered and bloody, cover her hands and her breast. Her hair was swirled into a messy bun, showcasing her industrial based undercut. 

The gray, silver, tresses shine under the greenish lights of the arena. Feeling the fish come close, she opens her eyes to reveal a pair of purple eyes. She bends down, slamming both fists into the dirt of the floor.

The soil engulfs her hands with the vigor of a black hole. Behind her, a pillar of stone pulses upwards and sends the fishman into the air. Standing up, she runs forward only to disappear. 

Scratches of green flicker above the Vastayan and in a blink of an eye, the woman appears before him. Her body was in the middle of a spin when the metal heel of her boot, slams into his temple.

With preternatural strength, the force of her kick sends him soaring downwards, creating a crater as the stands tremble under the impact. Groaning, the fish opens his eyes only for them to widen as the last thing he sees is the woman's flying knees. 

"Little Hound," a raspy voice calls happily amongst the overstimulating chatter of the marketplace.

"It's always a joy to see you," the scrawny tradesman smiles his tainted teeth at her. 

The woman smirks from under her hood, looking over him. "I'm still not marrying your daughter, Mr. Jaskiar." His jaw dramatically drops, eyes widen with shock.

"Do you think so low of me that I'd still ask for you to take my daughter's hand? What if I was to ask what you were buying for the kiddos, eh?"

"Then that would be a lie," she chuckles. "And I could never think low of you, I'm just not in the market for romance. I'll take 50 of the persimmons and the sweetbread."

The old man chuckles, bagging her order with pleasure. He hands the bag over with one hand and covering her coin filled hand with the other.

Jaskiar shakes his head, "it's yours. It's the least I can do. You keep these streets safe for our businesses; they'd be proud of you, ya know." Her once confused face softens, carefully grabbing the bag of goods.

She shakes her head, "there's not much to be proud of, sir." With that, she flips their conjoined hands and releases the money into his wrinkled palm before walking off from the crowd. 

Carelessly, she walks through the streets. Every time she collided with someone or nearly crashed into a delivery, she pushed forward without an apology. 

They'd be proud of you, the old man's voice rings throughout her mind. She nearly snorts out loud.

Proud of what? What could they possibly be proud of? She scoffs to herself, her mental voice condescending and exhausted. 

A walking fucking zombie for a daughter? A wannabe hero? A former shimmer addict? Where can anyone find pride in that?

The once cold air turns warm, the sounds of children laughing creeps into her ears. Coming to a stop, she carefully lays a hand on the ground and feels the astonishingly soft dewy coat of flooring -- or as topside would call it, grass.

Through its roots, she sees the Zaunian youth explore the nature wonderland. She stands up, "home sweet home."

She steps further into the new scenery, a little girl points at the woman whose arms were filled with treats. "Hound is here!" She calls, rushing up the rusted staircase.

The woman clenches her jaw, flinching at the name when small hands wrap themselves a quarter around her thigh. The woman, Hound, gently lays her hand on the crown of the girl's silver mess of curls.

Her digits curl into the strands, the soft pads massaging into the girl's scalp. "My little helper," she chuckles. "Thank you, love." 

Her small voice blurts, happily, "always, mommy." 

Good night y'all... more like good morning but its whatever lol

[tired-in-tree]

I wonder who the person messaging me about learning more medical stuff was, hope I didn’t scare em off or anything cause it would be nice to know more…

[goodieghosty]

This took me several days... my hand hurts

main oc is Colette Aspis! She doesn't know what tf is going on lmao

long story short, she's the (un)lucky favorite of a god of rebirth, gal's gonna wake up in a previously dieng person's body, completely fine, with her own memories intact. gonna be v traumatic for the pppl who's loved one's body she's taken over. the body Will eventually start changing to look more like herself, over time.

Anyways, some of my fave pics below caption

[importantdestinydefendor]

My AU versions of Daryuns parents are done!

Yay, I finally figured out a design for the two!

I loved @tired-reader-writer suggesstion for Chabiks hair so much (a different hair texture)! So thank you for that! But I did struggle with Irsias entire colour scheme and Chabiks cape.

Also, a little quiz for all of you: What did Daryun get from each parent? (I wanna see if I have good character design lol)

Close ups under cut

[bellybuttonbooks]

THE SIXTH | Ekko x Fem!OC

CHAPTER TWO

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Link to Chapter One can be found here.

Full fanfiction currently has 22 chapters and counting. Link to full fanfiction can be found here.

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Ekko was not okay when he made it back to the Firelight hideout. Though he had no physical injuries (which was surprising since she'd jabbed him in the back of his neck and sent him crumbling to the ground), he was royally pissed off.

His feet clunked against the floor as he stormed to his bedroom with an angry frown on his face. It was late now, and very few Firelights were awake to witness his sour mood.

As soon as he entered his room, he cleared everything off his desk. He grabbed a pencil and began making a sloppy sketch of the woman he had the unfortune of meeting tonight. He drew her long, bushy hair, goggles, mask, scarf—any detail that he was able to recall about her. As he traced the outlines of her goggles, his pressure on his pencil strokes softened slightly. He recognized these goggles from someone from the past. He was quick to dismiss the similarity though. The person who had those goggles was dead, and this particular design was common throughout Zaun.

He finished the sketch and then glared down at it as if it were actually her. Whoever this woman was, he wouldn't stop until he took her and her group down. Now that he knew how they managed to paralyze their victims, he planned on using this new intel to ensure they were unable to do it to him or the other Firelights.

He moved to his workbench and grabbed an old piece of scrap metal that was resting against the wall. He'd finally found a use for it. He needed to make something to protect their napes so that they couldn't be paralyzed.

He worked throughout the night and into the morning. By noon, he finally finished. Metal plate pieces that could be attached to the back straps of their masks. Not only would it protect their napes, it would also send a surge or electricity through anyone who tried to paralyze them. And it was one-sided, meaning the inside of the plate was safe to rest against the flesh of the wearer's neck without the risk of be electrocuted themselves. The plate was split in multiple sections, ensuring it was flexible enough to allow them to maintain range of motion when looking upwards.

During lunch, Scar watched silently as his leader glared down at his bowl of soup in deep contemplation.

By now, the other Firelights were aware of Ekko's encounter with the mysterious leader of their unknown 'enemy' group. He'd caught them up on it and then showed them his new invention. Each word that Ekko uttered while describing the situation sounded like he was in agony. Everyone could see how tense he was, and how lost in thought he remained.

"Not hungry?" the chirean asked, scooping up some of his own soup at the same time.

Ekko peered over at Scar from across the table and shrugged.

Scar couldn't help but roll his eyes. Always so stubborn.

Ekko and Scar were good friends, and he knew that Ekko trusted him more than anyone. If Ekko was going to open up, it would be with him and no one else. And so, he pushed further for a proper response.

"You're thinkin' about that girl, aren't you?"

He noticed how Ekko's grip on his spoon tightened ever so slightly.

"She knew who I was, but I didn't recognize her. Not her hair. Not her voice. Nothing."

Scar emptied the contents of his spoon into his bowl and placed it down on the table.

"We'll figure it out. We're bound to run into 'em again."

Ekko shook his head. "She won't let any of us get that close. She's too quick. Would probably backflip over our heads as soon as we got close enough."

Scar was a little sceptical on how agile Ekko described this woman. He and the other Firelights were trained well and moved with their own kind of speed and precision. But the way Ekko recounted her was as if she was beyond precision. Like she was some kind of gravity defying creature from folklore.

"Just punch her out before she gets the chance," he suggested.

Ekko dropped his spoon into his bowl. "She paralyzed me, Scar. I couldn't move. Just laid there while she taunted me. And she could do it again. I didn't even notice when she did it—"

"I get it, alright? But you were alone then. None of us were there. It'll be different next time," Scar justified. "You mentioned scouting in partners from now on, right? I'm sure that'll help."

Ekko exhaled and rested his elbow on the table next to his bowl of soup, his cheek now pressed against the palm of his hand.

"She has numbers too. If she wanted, she could've had her whole gang surround me. I still don't know why she didn't."

Scar shrugged. "Probably wanted you all to herself, the greedy bitch." He replied, his words airy and light, trying to ease the tension—if even just a little.

"That or she just wanted dibs on my mask."

The fact that Ekko had lost his mask bothered Scar more than the rest of the encounter did. Ekko's mask was a part of his identity as a Firelight. He'd made it himself. Had worn it for years now. Even during the war—but on his knee instead. It had evidence of their many battles against Silco, and even those during the war (the pink spray paint from Jinx, notably). Now this woman who came out of buttfuck nowhere had it.

"It is a pretty cool mask," said Scar earnestly, if not a little teasingly.

Ekko scoffed. "It doesn't even fit her."

Scar leaned back a little in his seat, now having forgotten about his rapidly cooling soup.

"Yeah, you mentioned she was tiny."

"And she still managed to take me out in seconds," Ekko pointed out, becoming more irritated with himself as he recounted the details.

"You think she's a kid? Maybe someone from the Lanes that saw you around and learned your name or something?"

Ekko dug his fingernails in his cheek, his face still pressed against the palm of his hand.

"I don't know."

"Maybe you should talk to Vi," Scar suggested, "see if she can help us out."

Ekko dropped his hand from his cheek after considering it for a moment then shook his head.

"The Enforcers are busy dealing with Daunter already," he replied.

"Since when do you care about whether or not they're busy?"

Ekko let out a scoff. "I don't. It's just... This is our turf, Scar. Vi's one of them now. We can handle this ourselves."

Scar managed a shrug and decided to drop the conversation.

Both men finished eating and then separated—Scar heading to the balcony for some air, and Ekko to his room to either get some sleep, or to overthink.

The next day, Ekko received intel from his trusted source of a shimmer transport located a couple miles east of the Lanes. He was quick to form a plan, his mind straying to the possibility of seeing the woman from the other night again.

He went over the plan with the Firelights. It involved warning them about the possibility of the export already being raided by the mysterious, unnamed group from before.

After laying out the plan to his gang members, he handed out the metal plate mask attachments he'd made two nights ago and then demonstrated how to clip them onto the back of their masks. He joined them in suiting up—throwing his coat over his shoulders, putting on a spare mask that was lying around since his signature one was stolen (this one looked like a raven), and pulling his hood over his head.

The Firelights mounted their aerogliders before slowly hovering out of the hideout through the sewer pipe maze.

Ekko leaned to the side as if he was about to fall off his board. But before his feet could lose contact with it, he zoomed through the air and began flying in the direction of the shimmer transport.

The other Firelights followed him closely, with Scar being to his right as always. It didn't take long for them to reach the location of the transport—their gliders moved at incredible speeds and allowed them to have a rapid method of transportation.

From a distance, he could see that Daunter's men had already been dealt with and a group of people were about to drain the barrels of shimmer. The export was the same as any other—airship docked at a loading station, surrounded by heaps of barrels and crates and random pieces of equipment.

Ekko gestured his arm backwards before thrusting it forward, waving a silent command for the Firelights to continue their pursuit.

During the plan briefing, he'd given specific instructions for if they crossed paths with this group. They needed to capture at least one of them, the main target being their leader. He'd described her appearance to them, while also mentioning that there was a possibility that she would be wearing his mask.

His eyes skipped each person who didn't match the description until he finally spotted her, his mask adorning her face and causing his spite to bolden.

The Firelights zigzagged through the air, each of them heading towards the group.

By now, the leader and some of the other members had already taken notice of the vigilantes heading their way.

"Ladies, we've got company!" The leader warned, getting ready for confrontation.

They didn't have time to escape. They would have to fight.

Ekko pulled his stopwatch from his pocket and activated the timer. He sped towards the leader, a glare searing through the eyeholes of his mask, gaze locked on the small woman.

He yanked his 'bat', which was actually the second-hand piece he had stolen from the clocktower in Piltover during the war, from behind his back and swerved his board the last second, manoeuvring around her and out of reach from her poking fingers. He struck the side of her face with his weapon, knocking her off her feet. He heard her curse just as he made another sharp turn, heading in her direction once again. He raised his bat, about to hit her with it another time but she quickly rolled out of the way and then hopped to her feet again.

Ekko clenched his jaw and directed his board towards her, the nose of it pointing at her exact position. He raised his bat and charged at her at high speed. As he raised his bat to strike her, he was caught off guard when he felt a sudden weight on his board. He looked down to see that she'd grabbed his board and was now swinging back and forth from below it, throwing off his balance and direction.

He cursed and was about to stomp on her fingers when she swung herself upwards, landing on the board behind him. She was quick to try and jab her fingers against his nape but cried out in pain when her fingers surged with electricity from the new mask attachment he'd made.

"Think again," he mocked.

He swung his bat while she was shaking the electricity from her fingers. She hardly reacted in time, the bat getting caught in her hair as she bent down. While he was caught off guard, she poked her fingers behind his knees and he soon found his legs beginning to buckle. He lost control of his board and both of them crashed into a pile of stacked crates on the nearby docks.

Ekko wasn't able to pull himself up. He still had use of his upper body and upper legs, but his lower legs were completely paralyzed. He longed for his z-drive, the time-wielding device he and Heimerdinger had cooked up in the alternate timeline before it got obliterated during the war. After Heimerdinger came back to Piltover, revealing himself to actually have been alive and in Bangle City the whole time, he helped him reconstruct it. Unfortunately, Ekko managed to break the thing again and it was currently being repaired. If he still had it, he'd have reversed time and changed his tactics, ensuring she hadn't been able to climb onto his board.

The woman rolled over and away from him before pulling herself up into a better position, her elbows holding her weight from behind her as she looked at him from her position on the wooded docks.

"Following us again?" she asked, voice distorted as it filtered through the voice changer in the mask.

The sound of her warped voice sent poison straight through his veins.

"Stealing shimmer again?" He spat, his distain evident in his tone.

She didn't say anything at first, trying to catch her breath. Once she succeeded, she pulled herself up and walked over to him while purposefully remaining enough distance away so that he couldn't attack her.

"You're really gonna be a pain in my butt, aren't you?" She sighed and quickly kicked his bat out of his hand, the glowing weapon tumbling away before coming to a stop as it smacked into one of the crates.

"In that case, I suppose I'll just have to return the favour." Her eyes narrowed, her vision closing in on his new mask. "Do you have an unlimited supply of creepy looking masks lyin' around or something?"

"Tell me who you are," he demanded through his teeth.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes gazing down at him through her goggles. She bent over, keeping her legs straight but her torso angled downwards.

She paused for dramatic effect.

"No.”

Ekko's jaw clenched and he huffed out an angered breath.

"At least tell me how you know my name—how you know who I am."

She watched as Ekko pulled himself up, trying to balance himself on his knees. She sighed and stood up straight again.

"That doesn't matter. Not anymore."

He furrowed his eyebrows, her words only adding more questions to the pile he already had.

"This is ridiculous—you're ridiculous. Just give me some answers already."

She turned away from him and walked over to his board. She picked it up and was surprised to find that it wasn't as heavy as it looked.

Ekko growled as she completely ignored him.

"You made this, didn't you?" she asked.

He tensed, fearful that she was going to steal yet another thing he owned and created.

"Put it down," he seethed, despite already knowing that she wasn't going to listen.

She ignored him and looked it over thoroughly, eventually figuring out how to turn it on and then made a noise of glee.

Ekko expected her to fly off right away, but instead she let the hoverboard hover in the air a few meters away from him and then sat on it, her legs dangling in the air and her long ponytail doing the same from behind her. It was then that he noticed that she had a purplish pink streak in her hair, seeming to come from the back of her scalp. He took note of that detail.

"What are you doing?" he asked in genuine confusion. She was treating his invention as if it were a toy.

"Sitting on your board," she answered.

"—Why?"

She shrugged. "Seemed like a fun idea."

Ekko blinked slowly and then shook his head.

"What kind of leader are you? Having 'fun' while your people are fighting."

"My people can handle themselves," she said, holding upmost confidence in the ones she led and fought beside.

"Yeah? Well so can mine. Your people don't stand a chance."

She snickered from behind the mask. "You mean like how I didn't stand a chance against you?"

Ekko went quiet. She made a good point, and it only served to multiply the loathing he felt for her.

"You're right though. I should get back to them... But that would mean leaving you down here alone and defenceless."

She caught sight of something from the corner of her vision, a slash of neon green slicing through the air.

"Huh, one of your friends is coming to save you. Good timing."

Ekko watched as she hopped off his board and powered it down. Scar zoomed in and swiped his sphere towards her, narrowly missing her head as she ducked. Scar tore Ekko's board from her grasp while she was distracted.

Ekko was abruptly grabbed and hauled from the ground, Scar holding him steady on his board while he flew them away from the docks

"They can paralyze limbs separately," said Ekko, clinging to the chirean as they both whooshed through the air.

"I know. They got a few of the Firelights."

Ekko's eyes widened slightly in shock.

"What happened?"

"It was a pretty even match up. We're fast, but so are they—in their own way. They ended up retreating and the Firelights who hadn't been paralyzed flew after em'. The rest I don't know yet, and we won't know until the others return."

"Shit—"

Ekko looked downwards, trying to spot the leader, only to discover she was gone.

"Did you get any info from her?"

Ekko released a defeated exhale.

"No. Nothing."

"Well, there's one thing we learned that we didn't know before," he said, "The group, they're all women."

"Why only women? They got something against men or..." Ekko trailed off, seeming to get caught in his own thoughts.

Scar entered the sewer pipes and made his way through their twists and turns. "Who knows. But right now, we gotta focus on getting everyone back. I'll make trips back and forth to get the others. You want me to bring you to your room?"

Ekko nodded. "Yeah. Probably the best idea until my legs stop being useless."

Scar managed to get everyone back safely and had also taken the time to burn the shimmer. It turned out the all-female group didn't stick around to drain the barrels like they usually did. By the time the other Firelights returned from their chase, everyone's paralysis had worn off.

Ekko had since left his room and went to the meeting room. They had to debrief their mission.

With the explanations from each Firelight, Ekko was able to piece together the end result of the mission. It was a failure—well, the part about capturing one of them was. At least they'd been able to burn the shimmer this time.

Ekko was frustrated and left the meeting room feeling more tense and stressed than he'd been beforehand. Despite what they learned, they were still unable to capture any of their members and their leader had bested him again. There was also the fact that the women could paralyze individual limbs from poking various points of the body. He asked all the Firelights who'd been paralyzed where they'd been struck, and he was surprised to learn that there were so many different places. Behind the knees, under the armpits, behind the shoulders, inside of the elbows. It's like they knew the human body inside and out and knew exactly where to strike to immobilize their enemies.

With this in mind, he raged towards his bedroom and hurriedly began designing something that he hoped might even the odds for the Firelights when they confronted them in the future.

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Link to Chapter One can be found here.

Full fanfiction currently has 22 chapters and counting. Link to full fanfiction can be found here.

[monsignes]

had to make an arcane oc

in fact I don’t know why I didn’t after the very first season, I think I meant to but idk

[tulipdrawsstuff]

And more Arcane Oc fun factoids—

(Trying to ignore the fact no one cares so hard rn)

-Occasionally uses her bass as a weapon in combat! This mostly happened when she was actively in a-bombs/just getting out of it cause she was carrying the thing around all the time… (this is totally based on that one Hobie atsv poster if you know you know)

-Generally she uses longer weapons like staffs now, she doesn’t use her bass often now she’s with the firelights cause it can’t go on her back along with the hoverboard

-often when she splits her knuckles in longer fistfights she almost gets down to bone due to how thin she is, she tries to hide that from people because it freaks them out (rightfully so but she’s too much of a dumbass to think that)

-Tuli also has a fear of surgery/medical care being done on her specifically, like she can clean out her own scrapes just fine but when someone else does anything more than put a bandage on her? She is FLINCHING, she is jerking away, she is about to cry

Biggest baby in Zaun…

Anyways congratulations on reading this far here are some warmups I did of Tuli throwing that bass around >:D

[bluerasbunny]

(yes, there's a problem!) i'm the solution! /lyr

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[firelight222]

screams and starts to cry

REMY!!!!!

sits down in a corner and curls up on himself and continues to cry, hiding himself with his wings