#silco bashing

[funnyscienceman]

i think one thing that still confounds me is how utterly childish Arcane's theme song actually is

"Oh the misery, everybody wants to be my enemy"?

Like… what? What are you talking about. Like there's being stuck in an oppressive system where the cops are shit and you have an untreated mental illness/disorder and your siblings suck on varying levels — and then there's everybody wants to be my enemy

like it's so Main Character Syndrome, which i guess is half the point because jinx forces the show to focus on her whether it likes to or not, and she's the fave of christian linke, and she's the face of all the marketing and so on and so forth blablablablabla

idk it just, feels like everything else arcane could be and all the other wonderful compelling characters there just get bogged down to hell by Jinx and Silco's "it's all about me" bullshit yknow

silco and jinx lovers pls dont interact this is just me expressing smth ive thought since like day 1 of getting into arcane. i dont even think about jinx or silco much, theyre like at the bottom of the list of characters i remember even exist, but when i do unfortunately remember i just sigh because aside from arcane's both sides bs it also just loves jinx so much it's willing to sabotage everyone else

and honestly arcane wasnt even that good actually it was a 7/10 for me when i first watched and it's like getting to a 6.5 now

i remain apprehensive abt season 2

[katyawooga]

sevika week – day four, passion

in the time you had been dating sevika, you each learned a great deal about each other. she liked her eggs without the yolks for her workouts, you wouldn't drink milk unless it was chocolate milk. lots of your interests became hers, and vice versa.

her passion, though, was the cutest thing ever. under that tough mask she wore to face the undercity as silco's number two, she was such a nerd. she gushed to you about the mechanics of her chemtech arm, how she fixes it up herself and makes her own improvements and additions. you never saw her as animated and excited as when she was talking your ear off about technology and machinery.

"guess what i got today, mija," sevika burst through the door of your apartment later than usual, practically buzzing. she didn't give you much time to actually guess before she sat down next to you on your shared bed and starting ruffling through a paper bag.

"you remember that issue i had with the retractable blade in my arm? and how it never got hot enough or shot out those energy slashes?" she mumbled, talking too fast out of excitement. it melted your heart.

"well," she finally found what she was looking for, and pulled out a little gadget that you couldn't recognize even if you tried. "i finally found what i was missing! and the guy was selling it for so cheap!"

sevika's giddy smile and goofy little chuckles as she inspected and showed off the missing compartment to her prosthetic were the cutest things you'd maybe ever seen.

"you're adorable," your murmured, leaning over to her and kissing the apple of her cheek, its roundness emphasized by her ear-to-ear smile.

"aw, stop it, cariña," she got all bashful, brushing off your compliment and physically cringing at your display of affection.

"no, i'm serious, mamí. it makes me happy when you're happy," you cupped her cheek and turned her face so you could get a proper look at her reddening cheeks. "tell me more, please."

her grey eyes lit up when you wanted to hear more about what she bought and how she'd use it to ameliorate her arm the way she wanted.

sevika just wouldn't shut up about everything she was planning on doing (and you didn't want her to), about how exactly each component of the little gadget would fit into making her chemtech arm even better and more powerful. she could teach a masterclass on mechanics with how much she knew. her passion for turning her potential disability of losing an arm into additions of multiple super abilities was the thing you admired most about your lover.

@sevikaweek

[jinxs-gf]

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

pairings: jinx x reader

summary: You’re an artist, giddy at the thought of creating a portrait of Jinx, your lover. Except she can’t understand why you’d want a portrait of her.

content, warnings: jinx has cute aggression & insecurities, fluff! reader calls jinx ‘angel’ and jinx calls r her toots, too much description and it’s all barely edited D: pretty cringe but it’s okay

w.c. 2.2k

a.n. based off this request <3 again tysm anon ILY :)

You walk into the little corner of Jinx's room (the abandoned, giant space full of nothingness—that goes down...who knows how far) exclusively reserved for you. There's easels with and without canvases. Some covered in abandoned art, some finished, and some blank. The corner screamed you all over it. Especially the mess of unnecessary amounts of paint brushes, buckets, pencils, tore up paper...

Paint splotches and spills were scattered across your little desk and the floor (the work of you and Jinx).

There's particular squabbles of paint that you don’t mind. A happy face with a squiggly smile that's been there long enough to start chipping away. An uneven mess of hearts scattered in attempt to make the perfect one. Big words that read "I love you" in blue and smaller words next to it, "jinx waz here" in pink. The newest stain is on one of the many cans of your desk, a mark of her kiss. She'd quite literally painted her lips with bright purple and kissed the can, insisting it was there so her toots would never miss her.

Even though there's no time to miss her. Even though she resorts to bringing her work over to your tiny desk instead of keeping it to her very spacious one. You don't mind, the closer to your girlfriend the better. You pretend to be bothered though, only so she'd persist and annoy and squish into your space further.

You tie the apron, generously gifted by Silco, around yourself, excited to (hopefully) start a new, special project. It was gifted reluctantly of course. He tried to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal, but it was a very big deal. The eye of Zaun gift giving? Unheard of. You must be special. And you were, according to your blue haired menace that reminded you everyday. The very menace you affectionately named Angel.

"Toots!"

Jinx's gloved hands wrap around your body and suddenly, your back is crunched to her front. Her hands squeeze your tummy while nuzzling her face into you. Clearly she had missed you...for the whole minute you were separated.

It's like she can tell you were thinking it, "What? You didn't miss me while you were gone? You don't seem so excited I'm here." She's teasing like she always does. The edge and rasp in her voice so close to your neck doing wonders to the butterflies in your stomach.

But of course Jinx missed you. Could you really blame her? She hates every second you're apart, and she loves that you do too. So she's open about it, maybe more dramatic and a bit of a show off, but only to make you laugh and see you turn bashful. She loves getting you shy with her affections and teasing, unable to fathom the way you're wrapped around her finger the way she's wrapped around yours.

Your hands delicately grab her small, rough ones, turning yourself around to face her. "Don't even start with me, I'll tickle you to death if you keep up the accusations."

"Is that supposed the be a threat?" And oh, the pout is more real than sarcastic than she wants it to be. Like she genuinely doesn't like the idea of being threatened...by tickles (you know the idea is scary to Jinx, it's the truest form of torture she said once).

"Kind of." Your hands swing in the gap between the two of you. "Hey I actually had an idea. Care to hear?" It's something you've been wanting to do for a while now, giddy at the thought of it. Yet suddenly you find yourself a bit reluctant, still undoubtedly shy around your lover. You hope she'll say yes and that her teasing from this won't be too harsh.

"Hit me with it!"

"Will you let me draw you? Like a full portrait? I promise I'll do you justice!"

Jinx is sorry for it, but she stopped listening immediately, too enraptured by your connected hands, heart beating a little faster at the contact. You'll never know the effect you have on her (or so she thinks), she refuses to get teased even though she loves to tease you. She adores how flustered you get. Teasing is her love language, Jinx's way of showing her love for her toots. And when you decide it's unbearable enough, you'll shut her up with a kiss. Jinx will drag it out and annoy you for that reason alone. She counts on a messy kiss every time.

Unknowing of what to do with the sudden adoration creeping up on her, she pinches your hands hard.

Unfazed, you call her "Angel?"

"Hm?" She looks up and at you with so much affection. So much it stops you for a moment. Your giddiness to do this increases tenfold, her expression killing you in the best way possible. You can be extremely honest about this to soften her up, make her want to say yes.

"I'd like to draw you. Like really, really badly. I have for the longest time. You're just...stupidly pretty and it makes me feel so stupid and I want to scribble your face all over my canvases all the time. So...can I? You'll have to sit for me as reference." You say it as if you don’t have every bit of her memorized, which you completely do.

And for whatever reason, your menace (angel) is stunned. You notice it’s a bad kind of stunned, you realize quickly.

“…Me?”

“Yes?”

“But why?” Jinx asks quiet and unsure of herself. Her eyes look everywhere but you, she tries pulling back but you squeeze her hands. There’s a hint of anxiety around her, something she hasn’t experienced since she met you.

The mood switch and uncharacteristic behavior causes worry to stir in your chest. “Uhh, why wouldn’t I? You’re my girlfriend, you’re the prettiest girl in the Undercity and in Piltover! Trust me, none of those snotty ladies are as pretty-”

“You haven’t even been to Piltover.”

“I don’t need to go over there to know they don’t compare to you.”

She heaves a big sigh, your worry growing.

“I just- I'm not pretty or beautiful or any of the things you say I am. You call me angel when I'm far from that! You love art, it’s your thing, toots. Your passion and escape. How can you let someone like me ruin something you love so much? I don’t want to…I don’t know.”

When you don’t answer, she continues.

“I’m not worthy of so much time being spent on something so precious you know?” She says it like she hopes you’ll agree. You won’t.

“Angel,” you let go of her hands to cup her face, needing her to hear you. “Of course you’re worth spending time on. I love you. Do I not say it enough? I know I can be-”

“No, you say it lots and lots!”

“I’ll say it more. I need to make sure you believe it. And guess what? I meant what I said Angel. You’re the prettiest girl. The prettiest to exist. And you’re mine, do you know how lucky I am? You clearly don’t understand how much I feel for you. You’re worth every second I’m gonna spend on your portrait, you understand?”

And finally, her smile is back, gone is the unsure frown.

Jinx nods and you nod while smiling with her, going in for a kiss…multiple kisses. Kisses all over her precious face, because she deserves to feel loved. To know that she’s loved.

You can be put your timidness to the side for the hour. She needs your confidence in your feelings right now. Your confidence in her.

"Now get in my lap, I need a better look at your pretty face." Your teasing demand flusters her. She immediately settles in your lap so your chests touch. It wasn't everyday (really ever) that you spoke to her like that, always too shy to do so. But Jinx finds that she kind of likes it, she wants you to demand contact with her, especially in a position like this. It makes her feel gooey inside. Butterflies uncontainable.

It's not exactly ideal, you're not used to having your girlfriend in your lap while sketching. But you wanted this, and it's not making it impossible. All you have to do is wrap your arms around her pretty waist and rest your chin on her shoulder. It's perfect.

"For science huh? To 'get a better look' at me was it? Toots, if you wanted me in your lap you coulda just said that!" She teases, assuming you just wanted her there to have a more accurate picture.

You quietly confess, "jus' wanted you in my lap." Giving her waist a squeeze while you sketch her jaw.

You can tell you've stumped her (but this time in a good way). She's gone impossibly quiet and still. Warm too, just like she always does when you attempt to flirt. The two of you were truly unable to get over and deal with the timidness of being affectionate. Of being together.

And just like always, she melts. Like how ice cream does in the sun (a sugary delight you've been able to share with Jinx once). Her stiff back let's loose and she squeezes in return. She holds on like you'll disappear. You wouldn't. Not ever, because how could you? When you love her and when she loves you to death?

It’s quiet for the rest of the time you’re drawing, Jinx resorting to drawing patterns on your back, seemingly drifting off at some point. She internally scolded herself for it, not wanting you to think she was bored but it was taking a while. She wanted to have this moment with you though, it was so delicate, something that’s not occurred before. Especially with the earlier conversation. It was special.

You dot the last bit of her freckles on the white sheet. "All done," a kiss to the side of her head that makes her impossibly warm and dig her face deeper. "Needa color it in now." Color it with the paint the two of you always make a mess out of, there's no doubt in your mind it'll happen again.

She turns to finally look at it, her eyes wider than you've ever seen. "Holy shit toots, there's no way you did that!"

"Are you accusing me of cheating?"

"Maybe." She always knew you were the best artist of the Undercity (definitely not biased), you were just that good. But this was different. Was it because it was a drawing of her? Well...it was also the fact that it was so accurate. From her eyes, nose, mouth, jaw...even the way her hair curled in front of her face. And the scars, scars even she herself had forgotten about. But you remembered, you hadn't looked at Jinx once the whole time. You really did have her memorized huh? You didn’t have to say it, the way you insisted she sat in your lap instead of on a different chair for reference and the drawing in front of her is enough proof.

Jinx needed to go look in whatever was left of her shattered mirror to see this. She couldn't believe how pretty she looked on a piece of paper. She couldn't believe you took the time to do this. That you even wanted to in the first place. Jinx has been flustered and felt her heart beating awfully fast just from your gaze alone. But she thinks her heart might be about ready to explode, much like her countless monkey bombs or firelights.

She's unsure how to contain or show this rush of deep, deep affection, so she pushes your face from where it's searching her reaction and jumps out your lap, rushing for your paint cans.

You're kind of confused, but also accepting of her reaction. You're used to it, not that she always runs away due to avoiding feelings. Definitely not. Jinx was one to have so much affection for something or someone that you just...want to pinch, squeeze or...bite it. Luckily she hasn't got you (yet). It was a little shove, probably to prevent herself from sinking her teeth into your cheek. (You truly wouldn't have minded) (you kind of would have, it hurts).

She's back in front of you holding up a bucket half full of bright blue paint. At her feet she's set down small cans of various blues, pinks, and purples. Her favorite colors, obviously.

"Here ya go toots!” There’s no doubt in your mind you’ll be making a mess with the paint when you’re done.

Except, you haven’t even picked out a paint brush before you feel her hands grab your waist from behind, the familiar feeling of paint transferring from her touch to your body.

You look back at her, squinting. “Excuse me?”

“What? Can’t grab my toots’ love handles?”

You turn around, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer to you. You take a peak at her handy work, the blue on your waist making you feel things. You won’t let her know that though.

“Two can play at that game.”

“Try me then toots.”

You release your hands from hers and cup her face with them, leaving blue prints of your palms on her cheeks.

[chronicsyd]

the way i gotta be defending Caitlyn and Vi out here sometimes is Fucking Ridiculous! and the culprits bashing them are almost Always Jinx stans with ABSOLUTELY ZERO MEDIA LITERACY SKILLS to the point where I question if you even paid attention to what the show was Trying to tell you.

For Example:

NO, Caitlyn did not "brainwash" Vi; Caitlyn saved Vi's ass by letting her out of Stillwater in the First place, stays with her after being stabbed and traded her (probably) custom made rifle for the ailment to save Vi's life because she's a good person. Any other Enforcer would have probably left Vi to bleed to death for running off in the first place (if any other Enforcer were crazy enough to let Vi's ass out of Stillwater to begin with) Vi likes Caitlyn because she's good natured despite growing up with literally All the privilege in the world

With her marksman skills, Caitlyn could have Easily put a bullet in Sevika's head, but she doesn't. she aims for the shimmer device powering her arm, using a non-lethal way of taking her out (unlike a certain Other blue haired fanatic)

Caitlyn wants the cycle of violence to stop. she makes her objectives Very clear: Locate Jinx, Dismantle Shimmer, Neutralize anyone still loyal to Silco. with the grief over her mom she could have said she wanted to kill Jinx, but she doesn't. Neutralizing people still loyal to Silco, who mind you are still HORRIBLE people who, Like Silco have taken advantage of struggling people for power. and by dismantling Shimmer she's actually helping Zaun to recover from SILCO'S oppression and exploitation of them (remember people like Husk? the Children in Silco's shimmer facilities?).

NO Caitlyn did not maliciously interrupt Vi and Jinx's reunion in episode 6. Yes she and Vi did see the blue smoke but it's Very evident that Vi didn't tell Caitlyn what the hell it meant and just took off, and because she's faster than Caitlyn, Caitlyn spent the minute (or longer) of Vi and Jinx's reunion just catching up to her. she only looks up and see's the pair when she runs up the steps and stops, but Jinx had already heard her at that point and looked over, not giving Caitlyn enough time to make herself scarce before pulling out her machine gun. Vi Also didn't tell Caitlyn that Jinx works for Silco, despite having known that fact since her fight with Sevika.

Caitlyn didn't Force Ekko into agreeing with her. She even Says, "You'd be well within your rights to keep it, I wouldn't blame you." She offers a perspective that could help Both Piltover and the Undercity and Ekko trusts her on the condition that he's the one that gives the gemstone to the council (That is until Marcus and Jinx get in the way)

Caitlyn Tries to go about getting peace diplomatically, she doesn't manipulate the councilors into doing anything (despite them all being manipulative assholes themselves)

Manipulate: "control or influence (a person or situation) cleverly, unfairly, or unscrupulously." JINX is the one that does this when she kidnaps Caitlyn and Vi and forces Vi to shoot Caitlyn.

Caitlyn did not choose to be born into her family's power and wealth, and that's not something you can blame her for. was she ignorant to what people in the undercity have faced? Yes but that's because she's been cooped up her entire life, surround by people with prejudice towards the Undercity and never set foot into the undercity until she was with Vi, you can't blame her for that either.

Vi was a 15 year old CHILD who saw her adoptive family die right in front of her eyes. she was exhausted and overwhelmed by her situation. and her younger sister (who she had told to stay) had said she was basically responsible for it, Vi's known to lash out when she's upset and angry. and when her brain catches up to what she did, she's horrified and leaves to calm down and not to do Anything else drastic. but when she tries to go back when Silco shows up, Marucs kidnaps her. hating Vi for this is stupid.

"Vi runs back to Caitlyn when she left to go find her sister!" Vi heard a Gunshot and saw that Caitlyn was being held at Gunpoint. Vi had NO IDEA that Jinx was even watching the entire interaction go down, the shocked look in her eyes when she picks Caitlyn up off the ground is evidence enough of that.

NO Vi isn't selfish for not wanting to shoot Caitlyn. for one, being asked to shoot someone is ludicrous enough but Vi IS allowed to care about other people, which is why she proposes that the two leave as a substitute to what Jinx is asking of her. yes leave Cait behind, but she wouldn't be Dead (you'd think that Vi's seen Enough people she cares about in her life being dead but according to Jinx stans, Apparently Not!)

Being upset at Vi in S2 is Ludicrous because we have Zero context for Any of these scenes that we have gotten. we don't know Any of the specifics of her becoming an Enforcer, why she's saying "my sister is gone.", why she's fighting Jinx, ANY of it. Geez.

(See, this is why we need the "Why is the curtain blue?" discussions because apparently some of y'all don't know how to think. And No, I'm not just bashing Jinx's character, I actually really like Jinx's character but her fans are some of the most annoying people to interact with sometimes...)

[archangeldyke-all]

a request for butch tattoo artist sevika pls 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️

anon ur a genius!! i hope u like it <3

men and minors dni

in a modern au, i always filp flop on how to incorporate sevika's mechanical arm into her character. sometimes i think she has a prosthetic, but sadly prosthetics today can't move and function as well as her prosthetic in canon, so sometimes i think she just has severe nerve and tissue damage on her arm from a fire.

which is what we're gonna do for tattoo artist sev.

she starts getting into tattoos because of her arm. she struggles with its appearance, so she teaches herself how to do stick and pokes with household objects. she practices on oranges and bananas until she feels comfortable enough with it, then she starts tattooing her arm.

it starts with a few stars on her wrist, a lightening bolt on her pinky.

she likes it.

she likes it so much, that every time she feels especially depressed about her arm (about once a week) she adds a new tattoo. it always manages to cheer her up-- the ability to create something beautiful on something (she considers) mangled.

she starts sketching ideas for new tattoos-- skulls, flowers, various animals.

she starts practicing different fonts too.

eventually, when she's got about a quarter of her arm covered up in simple line art stick and pokes, she gives in and buys herself a tattoo gun.

within a year, she's got a full sleeve-- all done by herself.

her friends start asking her for tattoos, which leads to friends of friends asking for tattoos in exchange for money, which leads to silco finding her and offering her an apprenticeship at his tattoo and piercings shop.

she says yes without hesitation.

it's the first job she's ever had that she actually loves. once she's finished with her apprenticeship, she specializes in tattoos that cover scars-- whether they're from injuries, surgeries, or self harm.

seeing her clients cry in the mirror at the sight of their new art-- something beautiful drawn over a painful memory-- never fails to get her a little misty eyed herself.

she always wears wife-pleasers to show off her ink. even in the winter-- she'll bundle up under sweaters and coats until she gets to the shop where she strips down until her arms are bare.

she's not too fussy about her clothes-- prefers comfort over fashion. cargo pants, jeans, and sweatpants are her go-to's. she keeps her hair slicked back with gel, out of her face and behind her ears.

the first time you meet-- you almost pass out at the sight of her.

you'd come in for a piercing on your nostril. it had gone smoothly, silco instructing you to breathe in, then out as he shoved the needle through your skin. he shoved the stud in, and helped you stand when sevika walked in from her lunch break.

silco helped you sit back down, explaining that sometimes people get shaky from the shock and adrenaline. you nodded along, not wanting to tell him you were actually weak in the knees because of the woman standing before you.

sevika didn't notice you until you were checking out at the front desk. she nearly fucked up her client's leg tattoo she was so busy gawking at you. you caught her staring and smiled shyly, waving at her. she grinned.

sevika's silco's best artist-- which is why he doesn't give her any shit when she puts her gun down and tells her client "one second," before dashing out the store to follow you down the street.

"'scuse me!" she calls out. you whip around, shocked to see the handsome woman jogging after you. "i, um..." she gets choked up standing in front of you, nervous and cursing herself for being crazy enough to chase after a complete stranger.

"i like your tattoos." you say to fill the awkward silence as sevika tries to find her voice. a bashful smile creeps up her lips.

"yeah?"

"yeah." you say. "'specially this one." you say, pointing to the 'DYKE' knuckle tattoos on her left fingers.

sevika sputters and blushes, it takes her a solid minute to reply to you.

"do you... ever think about getting some of your own?" she asks eventually. you raise an eyebrow.

"who says i don't already have some?" you ask. she blinks, her eyes quickly scanning up and down your body like she's trying to figure out where, exactly, you were hiding your ink. she has to clear her throat and shake her head to stop the dirty thoughts from clouding her mind.

"well... if you ever want some more..." she says, nervously scratching the back of her neck. you giggle.

"i dunno. tattoos are pretty expensive, it'll be a while 'til i can save up for another." she deflates in front of you and you grin. "but, you know, dinner for two is much less expensive." you suggest. sevika's jaw drops.

you exchange names and numbers, sevika reluctantly returns to her work, only to be interrupted by a ping on her cellphone twenty minutes later.

sevika opens the message and grins when she sees a message from you. she opens it, and nearly falls out of her rolling stool when she sees a picture of your tits barely concealed by your lacy bra, a tattoo peeking out between them. you'd captioned the message: "sneak peek."

it's then that she realizes that she's found her soulmate.

[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x innocent reader? Like someone who is a literal angel?

Of course! Coming up!

Arcane X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Jayce being Jayce, Jinx being Jinx, overprotectiveness, innocence and reputations trying to be kept.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I adore innocent readers and OCs! I feel they have a way of bringing out the true nature of characters, especially with this kind of cast! Also sorry to everyone for taking so long, I unfortunately have a chaotic and no good life. XD

Jinx

“Hey, toots! How has ya day been? Did you miss me?! Of course you did! Come here, you cute little bunny!”

You are Jinx’s little bunny! She loves how innocent you are for someone who hangs out with her, and in a way, you keep her grounded. You are the sunshine in this dark unforgiving world. Usually she loves destroying things and making others lives harder to live.

But when it comes to you? She is extra careful. She never lets you go on missions or patrol unless she’s with you. You’re in her hideout? She’s doing safety precautions by forcing you to wear a welding mask or staying six feet away from her projects. And unless they are little trinkets and presents for you, you can’t exactly touch them unless she assists you with them. You are a porcelain doll in her eyes. She doesn’t want you to break or become corrupted at all. She’s you’re protector and your lover and she won’t let you forget that.

Violet "Vi"

“Do you know how cute you are? You’re adorable… Hey, don’t hide that face from me, I mean it. You’re adorable.”

Vi is known to be a hardass sometimes to people, but around you? She lets her true colors come out. She’s super affectionate physically and verbally, telling you how much she loves you and cherishes you. If anyone was to hurt you, she’s not just breaking their nose, she’s breaking their entire body. You are so precious. Maybe too precious to her.

She always rushes from work back home just to cuddle with you and ask how your day was. And don’t get her started on your bashful nature, she adores it so much since you only get that way around her. Does she wish you could stand up for yourself? Sometimes. But for the most part, she’s okay with it, especially since she can protect the both of you. To everyone else, she’s a wild card with muscle and snark. But to you and only you, she’s perfect.

Viktor

“Rodnaya. Did you fix my calculations?... Please, don’t fret- I’m not angry. I’m just wondering… What did I do to deserve you?”

Viktor thinks you are make believe. There is no way someone as sweet as you should exist. How can you be so in love with someone like him? He believes he can never give you what you want or need, but whenever you assure him he can, his spirits are lifted and his confidence gets a significant boost.

Whenever you are around, you make Viktor feel he can make all the progress in the world no matter what anyone says. You make him feel a little more comfortable in his skin, which is nice. But even better is the fact that because of you, he tries his best to exercise self love. This can come in the form of taking a few breaks from his project and treating himself whenever he makes a huge accomplishment. Viktor cherishes you so much and he hopes you know that no matter how nose deep he can be in work.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Good afternoon, my darling. I didn’t keep you waiting, did I? Let me make it up to you… You’re too sweet, but I insist.”

Because of how innocent you are, Caitlyn sometimes compares you to an angel. She finds you to be a bit pure and needs to be protected. Though unlike Vi, her protective nature is more tamed. She’ll prefer protecting you with her words, choosing to ask questions regarding your well being. But if you are in physical danger, she has no problem jumping to your aid with her gun in hand to scare those who hurt you away.

You mean a lot to her and she’ll show you by inviting you to places or showing you the many gardens in Piltover. Of course, she’s not without having more personal evenings together at home, cuddled together and enjoying each other’s company. All in all, she loves you and she’s not afraid to tell or show you that.

Silco

“This life. One of hardship and poverty, is not one that you deserve. I promise, I’ll grant Zaun its independence. For all of us. For you.”

If Silco is the king of Zaun, you are his king/queen. It’ll take a while for you to get close to him because of the locks he usually has around his heart. But if you are able to cut them off with time and effort, Silco will treat you as if you are royalty. Expect him to show you off to those around you, whether it be you sitting on his lap or standing by his side.

That being said, do not expect him to shower you in kisses and snuggle up to your body. He has an image to hold, so the last thing he needs to hear from his men is that he’s gotten soft and mushy. Around them and under the eyes of Zaun, you are just his second half. But behind closed doors? You are more like his life. Just make sure you don’t tell anyone.

Ekko

“Damn, the light here really knows how to bring the beauty out of you. Are you sure you’re not an angel in disguise?”

You and Ekko have a pretty chill relationship. You’re his lover and he’s yours for the most part. He’s not overprotective, but he can have moments of being a helicopter boyfriend. You’re going on a mission? Take Scar with you. You want to go into Zaun to get something? Why doesn't he tag along to help? You would bring it up to him that you don’t always need someone with you, but your bashful nature makes it a little hard. So unless another firelight realizes what’s going on, be prepared to not go many places alone.

Outside of the following, Ekko is for the most part considerate of you and what you want. You can always find him asking you what you desire or need from him and even if you try not to answer, he will subtly find ways to get most of the unspeakable answers. 

Sevika

“Hey, we can… Cuddle later, okay? Right now, my crew is here and I don’t want to ruin my reputation.”

Compared to Silco, Sevika is more open in her relationship with you. She’ll tell everyone that you are her lover and in her own way be proud of it. That being said, she tries not to show a lot of PDA in hopes of protecting her reputation and mainly yourself. In her mind, if her group or anyone finds out you mean a lot to her, you can become a prime suspect in future kidnappings or blackmail. And she doesn’t want that for herself nor for you.

Outside of work, Sevika makes up for having to be a little distant with you. She’ll take you gambling with her and if you don’t prefer that, you guys can always hang out somewhere else. As long as you are content and safe is what matters. Sevika’s a good girlfriend, very protective. Just don’t expect her to be super verbal with her love, she prefers actions over words. But do be on the look out for a lot of teasing.

Vander

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself from picking you up, you’re too cute... Screw it, you’re all mine.”

Vander is a big ol’ teddy bear when it comes to loving you. He doesn't care if anyone at the bar comments on your relationship with him because he will waste no time picking you and showing you off like a trophy. He talks about you almost nonstop if he’s not talking about work or affairs occurring in Zaun.

When it comes to his affairs with Piltover, he makes sure you are nowhere near it. In his eyes, you are too precious to get in the middle of anything affiliated with them. Not to mention, he wouldn’t be the same if somehow you got hurt or worse. The kids need you and so does he, because with you in their lives, they feel like a complete family. You hold the hound down on a leash and he loves you for that.

Mel Medarda

“You know what? After I’m done with meetings at work, we’re doing whatever you want. How’s that sound?... Come on now, love. You have to speak up.”

When it comes to Mel, conversation is key. Which is why your relationship can feel like a relationship, but also like a class. She pushes you to speak for yourself in many situations, but doesn’t force it upon you. It’s not that she hates how innocent and bashful you can be, she just doesn’t want that to be used against you or for other’s personal gain. So if she can shape you up to speak for yourself just a tiny bit, that will make her content.

Regardless though, she enjoys your company, especially after stressful days working with the council. In a way, you two kind of act like a married couple, having an unspeakable bond, but a loving one nonetheless. 

Jayce Talis

“Yeah, the meeting was great!... Okay, fine, I skipped it- But can you blame me? Why would I want to rehash work when I could be here with you?”

If you were a dog owner, Jayce would be that golden retriever that gives you a run for your money, but makes you feel intense happiness. Every day is always something new with this man because he will give you a run for your money due to how hyper he is when he gets a new idea. Also he’s very loving around you, wanting to spend as much time with you as he can.

Though, he’s no Jinx. He knows that the both of you have lives and duties to fulfill. So he’ll give you space. But not for long. Just be ready to be working or relaxing when Jayce pops up out of nowhere to check up on you. If you forget your lunch, he’s going to deliver it to you. Forgot paperwork? He’s already on it, all you need to do is check for numerous errors. Everyone knows how you feel to date Jayce; It’s a wild ride, but a fun one that’s worth it.

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[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Back to the Salt-mines - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Where are you, Silco, and what is happening?

That's When Everything Went Wrong. mp3

tw: violence

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

Silco turns to catch a world-eating fist that tints the moon pink and puts the stars into a pinwheeling tizzy as blood sprays from between his gritted teeth.

The impact sends him reeling backward across the rutted dirt path of the narrow ginnel between two crumbling brick-and-mortar buildings.

The mining settlement edging the Deadlands is a scratch-assed ramble of taverns, brothels, and flophouses, with a handful of grocers thrown in for good measure. Barely any streetlights. The moon—a whitish crust dangling in a sky so speckled with stars you could scoop them like diamonds and stick 'em in your pocket—is enough to delineate the way.

Not Silco's way.

He's navigated his way out of darker spots. Uglier ones, too. This is just a pitstop—one of the dozens when a man drops off the slope of civilization and descends with dizzying speed down into the depths. He's been here three weeks: long enough to get his bearings and learn the rhythms of the nightlife, which is a heartbeat away from a hellhole. Mostly hard-knuckled brawlers and hard-eyed whores, and that's just the locals.

The miners themselves are the meanest of the bunch.  Daytime, they slink around the edges of the settlement in greasy overalls, faces gritted with coal-dust and their teeth stained black with Benzedrine tabs. Nighttime, they shed their clothes, scrub off the grime, and devolve into beasts.

Small wonder Silco feels right at home.

A pair of rough hands seize the lapels of his scuffed leather greatcoat and slam him into the alleyside wall. Silco's skull bounces off the greasy bricks. The world strobes in and out. Fragments of memory flap like a snipped-off film reel. The flying comet of Vi's fist, and the sweet suckerpunch of Jinx's smile, and the slow-motion collision of her body walking away, and the explosion of loss that left him cracked like a halved mirror.

Seven years bad luck, Silco thinks, and nearly smiles.

Except it's blood bubbling up his mouth and spilling past his lips. It tastes like candied cherry and lit dynamite.

It tastes like a second chance.

The fist wallops him in the jaw. Silco's head snaps sideways. Red-streaked saliva sprays. The alley and the moon-blasted sky spin into a nauseating riot of color.

(Look, Jinx.)

(Look at the fireworks.)

As he reorients, his eyes lock on the hulking brute who'd felled him. A Vastayan with the face of a gargoyle: a granite slab of a forehead, a bashed-in nose resembling a rotting squash, and a mouthful of fangs so jagged that Silco's tempted to keep them as souvenirs for cracking nuts. A set of horns curling down his temples, and a shag of oily seaweed-green hair, complete the picture of something dredged up from the bottom of a stagnant bog.

Maybe he was. The stench wafting off him is ripe enough for fishbait.

"You're dead, you little rat," the brute roars, flecking Silco's face with spittle.

"Aren't we all?"

"You ain't dead yet. I'll make you wish you was."

Silco smiles, and it hurts. The scar tissue disfiguring the left side of his face has gone tough as pig leather for days in the blistering sun. Smiling only deepens the cracks: the seams around his ruined eye socket resemble the webwork of an eggshell about to crack.

A fortnight ago, the local barmaid had shrieked in horror when he'd flashed a sideways grin at her.  He'd asked her if she'd like him better if he was a chem-baron with a closetful of silk shirts, pressed slacks and a hundred-gold-piece pocketwatch. At that, the silly bint had burst into tears.

He's had his fill of tears.

"Sil!" The bint's got a voice on her: high and strident. "Sil!"

He hasn't had his fill of the bint, though. Pearl's her name; her honest-to-gods name. Not a tart by any stretch. Just a hard-bitten lass with a heart big as the sky, who'd taken pity on the ragged stranger with the ruined face. Thirty-seven, so she's not exactly a spring chicken. But there's something fetchingly fey about her walk—all dark swinging hair and coltish legs and a pert little bottom that jiggles when she does that high-stepping run off to the drygoods store to fetch his smokes in the evenings. All of it topped off by a tongue so talented that the gods would've made her an angel if she didn't curse like a harpy.

Silco's not picky. He's never been one for piety himself. But he's spent plenty of nights in that narrow bed of hers, devising a dozen fiendish ways to make that clever tongue pray to whatever gods are listening.

"Please! Let him go!"

She's praying for real tonight. Too bad the wrong god's answered.

[sandraharissa]

I’ve seen somebody call the dynamic between Cait, Vi and Jinx a love triangle and they praised arcane for utilizing it in a unique way that doesn’t solely involve romantic love. And I completely agree, but the thing is is that arcane did it so much that those love triangles are all over the place. It really is such a unique concept to apply this kind of dynamic to platonic relationships cos typically ppl don’t think of platonic bonds as exclusive, so how would the conflict of two relationships that are inherently in opposition to each other even work in that case? and yet, when arcane figured out how to do it they went all in.

Firstly and most speculatively we have Silco, Vander and Benzo. Vander and Benzo seem like best friends and Silco and Vander were ‘brothers’ but I get the vibe that Silco and Benzo never got along and there was no love lost there. They just purely dislike each other from what we’ve seen and it seems like the only reason they’d hang out is cos of both of their connections to Vander. If there was a deeper character choice there for Vander to make when choosing between the two that is not explored in arcane.

Then there’s Sevika, Silco and Jinx, and again, Sevika and Jinx are the two closest ppl to Silco and the only ones he seems to have any sentimental feelings towards, and yet Sevika and Jinx can’t stand each other, likely only hang out in each other’s vicinity bcos of Silco and would murder each other if they could. Again, there’s no love there and it’s almost like a competition for Silco’s favor. Sevika also represents his devotion to his dream and Jinx his devotion to her, his family.

And then there’s Silco, Jinx and Vi. With the two characters being the two closest bonds Jinx ever had and both being her care-takers. The two are in competition with each other over Jinx and are actively trying to kill each other. They represent the mutually exclusive options of morality/sanity and immorality/madness.

Then there’s the aforementioned Jinx, Vi and Cait. With yet again, the two being the absolute closest ppl to Vi in the world and yet themselves being mortal enemies to each other who’d kill each other if they were left together in a room. If I were to give these characters their thing then I think it’d be Cait representing morality, a future that Vi could have, hope and a healthy relationship where Jinx represents immorality, the past, guilt and a toxic relationship. Altho the finale and Jinx leaving wasn’t really a choice Vi was making between the two. And notice how so far it’s the first example of a romantic relationship being a part of these love triangles.

And lastly a shout-out to our Piltover characters with Mel, Jayce and Viktor being portrayed as tho the romance gets in the way of Jayce and Viktor’s friendship and vice versa. Altho so far it’s subtle cos shit hasn’t hit the fan yet.

I could be missing one but just the examples I already listed are so many, and they cover most main characters and all the most crucial players. Thinking about it, if they hadn’t cut out the Ekko flashback I’d probs be able to add Ekko, Jinx and Silco to the list. (Maybe even Mylo, Vi and Powder count, if Vi agrees with Mylo then Powder’s a jinx, if she protects Powder then Mylo gets his face bashed in and she just gets a pass. Also what about Vi, Cait and Cassandra? could they count? it's kinda underdeveloped but they kinda fit)

But anyway, great majority of the bonds involved in all these triangles are platonic and there’s always intricate character reasons why certain bonds, platonic vs platonic or platonic vs romantic, are actually mutually exclusive. But even stuff as simple as ‘they don’t vibe with each other’ is good enough to justify a completely platonic love triangle where a person has to choose between relationships that on the surface level don’t seem incompatible, like two friends or family members. Most of the competing relationships also typically represent two drastically different choices/life paths a person could choose, where the choice of one inherently excludes the other person from being a part of the character’s life, like a ‘going down a path I can’t follow’ situation. If Silco picks Jinx then Sevika wouldn’t be able to follow him anymore. If Jinx picks madness then Vi can’t follow her anymore. Etc. etc.

[space-blue]

Hi, I love a lot of your meta and analyses. Especially for Arcane. One thing that's bothering me is what exactly was Silco's reputation among the Lanes in act 1? It's odd how Vander seems to say he's worse than enforcers, and Benzo even calls him an animal and immediately tries to charge at Silco after Grayson's death. But we know that Silco only became this ruthless AFTER his attempted murder by Vander. So during the old times when Vander and Benzo knew him, Silco was apparently a "weak man" who wasn't nearly as violent as Vander. So what gives?

Sure, the "animal" line could just be because of the brutal way he killed Grayson and the enforcers, but idk, the way he immediately charges Silco no questions asked seems to indicate something deeper. It's funny too, because Silco murdered only the enforcers that were arresting Vander, and didn't even want to kill Vander until he rejected Silco's plan and refused to join him. So if Benzo just stayed calm and kept his hands to himself Silco would've probably kidnapped them both. Hell, without Benzo's murder hanging over Vander's head, maybe he could've even be persuaded to rejoin Silco for another try at revolution? But the story needs him to refuse, so ofc Benzo had to die.

I'm just wondering why exactly, if Silco was known as the less violent one before Vander tried to kill him, then why do Benzo and Vander in act 1 treat him like he's been a devil the whole time. Did they maybe catch wind of his unpleasant activities while he was underground and building his revolution plans?

Hi Anon! What a great ask! And thank you, you make me blush. It's nice that my horrendous Arcane brain rot actually serves some purpose somehow x'D

This is a very good question and a difficult one—because of the writers. I'm not sure if they really know or care to make sense of Silco and Vander's past. The timeline is shaky and vague. I think they were happy to leave things quite mysterious. Some of us desperately try to unravel it, but the bulk of viewers took it all at face value and concluded that Silco is a horrible man who did horrible things.

This is not me bashing other fans, all theories are valid, but I must admit sometimes I wonder if the Arcane writers managed to convey their point across. Because I've seen quite a few people theorise that Silco did something truly horrible and 'deserved' to be killed by Vander, despite the lack of evidence or accusation, or the show going to great length to harp about Vander's potential for change, of his "monster within" who caves in skulls with his fists.

(Not to mention the casual fans who thought the sun shone out of Vander's ass because they couldn't see past Vi's pov and didn't do dozens of obsessive rewatches like yours truly).

My point is that their relationship is pretty complicated and there are plenty of dissenting theories. And I think a lot of people go one way or the other precisely around those moments you mention. I'm going to give you my theory, but it's very fanon. I'm genuinely a lot less certain about this than some of my other meta. It's just what gels for me considering how I interpret the rest of the show.

I'm going to put this under a cut, because there's a lot!

What exactly was Silco's reputation among the Lanes in act 1?

I don't think Silco was weak. That's him reframing his trauma. Not just weak physically (like obviously he could never fight Vander off fairly), but for having trusted him. Weak for not seeing the betrayal coming, and not coming on top of that conflict. He calls his old self weak because he must believe in his own progress, his own resurrection into a being who can enact his plans at last. 

I think Silco was a beacon of hope and zealotry. I think he was a propaganda machine. Young Silco united a lot of Zaun under the banner of his dream. He probably worked hard, and led the movement. From the way their dialogue goes, the accusation of betrayal, saying "I trusted you", and the manner of Silco's attitude around Vander, I'm of the (generally not that popular) sentiment that Silco was the leader of the early rebellion, and that Vander was his follower. Most likely his right hand man.

In fic I've theorised that Vander, who tells Vi he used to always be so angry and violent, didn't have a channel for said violence until Silco gave him structure and a purpose. Directed that violence at Piltover, at creating (read, carving out) the Lanes.

Which, FYI, are NEVER clarified. We don't know if it's a business model or a territory or both. Writers truly don't care to explain it.

Anyway, Silco speaks of "our dream" and then uses "brother" with a LOT of irony laced in, in reply to Vander's own use of the term. They used to be brothers in arms and Vander believed in that dream. We also know that Vander used to fight for the cause and claims he's "not that man anymore".

He basically was fighting for team Silco—team Zaun—right until the day of the betrayal.

Then we're told by Vander that Silco had his respect, the Lanes' respect, "but that... was never enough for you". We're also told by Sevika that Vander created the Lanes.

This suggests to me that Silco and Vander created the Lanes together. 

I assume that over time Vander started seeing Silco's plans as too greedy, while leading the Lanes seemed ideal. 'Good enough', if you will. Vander is small minded where Silco is aiming for the sun. One wants too little and the other too much. Silco says they 'shared a vision, dreams of freedom, not just for the Lanes but for the whole of the Underground, united as One'. They used to dream of Zaun together... And then Vander realised Silco would tear the Lanes apart if it would serve his purpose (to attack Piltover). 

I think he didn't believe it'd work (and given what we see of Piltover vs. Zaun before shimmer, it might not have), and realised he wanted to rule the Lanes. Vander would now see Silco's dreams as too dangerous.

I know some people in the Zaundads community who theorised that Vander was influenced in turning on Silco by Benzo or others. It's not my prefered theory.

I think Vander wanted the Lanes for himself, and knew that Silco was too zealous to ever stop. We don't know why he got so (intimately) violent. Why they were in the Pilt. We see Vander first very cold, slowly drowning Silco, then very hot and brutal, once he's been hurt. I think he was very different indeed from the genial Vander we know in arc 1. Young Vander is the guy who carved the Lanes with his fists. The guy who built the reputation old Vander still coasts on. A guy known by foreigners! In short, it doesn't really help to look at him through the old Vander lens. He did what he did..

And THEN, he hid the (most likely black and contaminated) wound from Silco's knife. While Silco wears his scar unashamed for what must be a decade or two, Vander has his arm constantly covered. This speaks of shame to me. We know he had regrets too :

Truly a young, impulsive, violent man, who rushed into a bad decision and has regretted it since. I can picture a young Vander missing his best friend, his guiding light, and yet finally becoming the leader he wanted to be. Curtailing Silco's uprising entirely and settling, at least until his own revolt. 

We know there was only one time where the rebellion went ahead, and that was well after Silco left. Vander, to the assembled Lanes people, says "we crossed that bridge once before". It's the era where he still had Silco's respect, but was immediately followed by his pact with Grayson. Which Silco knew of.

Sorry... I'm rambling to try and get all the details in... Almost there.

Finally we come to Vander holding his (shamefully hidden) wound and saying "there's worse things than enforcers out there, we both know that."

And I'm not sure WHAT HE MEANS!! Like, this is not proof he knows Silco is alive. My personal feeling is that Vander believes there's a chance Silco might be alive, but he's not actively taking precautions like that's a possibility. Silco's attack wouldn't have come out of left field and taken them so completely by surprise otherwise.

There are plenty of things worse than enforcers. Including himself!! He could mean competing chembarons. He could mean someone wanting his seat. He could mean anything, it's infuriating. 

Anyway, I think Vander came back from the Pilt with a bad stab wound and a story. I think he told everyone that Silco attacked him and died. That he turned traitor. Or any other bullshit story. But I believe he did what any new illegitimate ruler does, and shat all over Silco's reputation. Or else cried some crocodile tears over him and called him dead. But Silco never stepped back into the open, so Vander making him persona non grata is more likely. 

Whatever the case, Vander had completely taken over the Lanes by the time Silco was in good enough health to show up.

Did they run into each other? Did Vander scare him off again? I'm not sure, but I don't think so. Vander looks way too shocked when he realises who's showing up at the murder party. This isn't the expression of someone who is used to thwarting schemes. This isn't the Batman's face when the Joker appears with mischief around a street corner.

Meanwhile, why would Benzo react so negatively to Silco? The well respected man who was betrayed (a fact Vander owns up to and APOLOGISES for), who was half drowned and mutilated by Vander's hand... Yet Benzo immediately calls him an animal (which, you're right, could be in reaction to stepping into a mass killing—which, fair), and tells him to "crawl back into whatever hole he came out of."

I feel like this is the reaction of someone who thinks "wow, it's the cunt who harmed my bestie 20 years ago and (insert Vander's lies about him). Who knew he was still alive?"

Meanwhile, Vander looks like it's judgement day. I think he has excellent reasons to be afraid. He stole the Lanes, destroyed Silco's dreams, ruined his rep, drove him out of the Underground... and somehow Silco stayed under the radar all this time? And now he's got killer monsters? Of course he'd be scared. Vander knows how intense Silco used to be, and knows how guilty he himself is. I think he believes all bets are off. Precisely because Silco never had a reputation as a weak man. 

I mean, consider! If Vander was mega violent under Silco's guidance... If they built the Lanes together... If Silco was the leader who helped Vander redirect his rage... Then Silco clearly didn't mind being extremely violent. He didn't mind unleashing "the Hound" on the people who stood in the way of Zaun. 

((I think Silco's "weak" narrative is a self soothing framing device. That he's recontextualising himself, making a philosophy of life. After all, he tries to use these same terms to speak to Jinx about her own trauma, while failing to grasp that while he was at his weakest, Powder was at her strongest. His personal motto of letting the weak die doesn't work for Jinx.))

It's very revealing that Vander says "Benzo stay back!" and Silco says "you never did know when to walk away." Like if he'd stayed back and then walked away, he'd have been fine. I fully agree that this tells us that Vander thinks Silco is only after him. That he wouldn't kill Benzo needlessly. Needless deaths were probably never Silco's style, as someone wanting to 'unite' the Underground. And after all, he's not even here to kill Vander, but to recruit him.

So, yeah... In conclusion (at last lol) 

Silco was never weak, simply too big a dreamer, someone who wouldn't surrender his lofty ideals for the reality of being one of the most powerful men in the Undercity. Ultimately he got in young Vander's way. Vander impulsively sacrificed Silco for his own desire to rule the Lanes. Then he turned around, shameful and regretful, and lied to everyone about it as he usurped Silco's place and became the Lanes' sole leader. 

(I personally theorised in several fics that the last Drop was actually Silco's, and that Vander took over it after the betrayal, partially explaining why Silco never leaves the place after his own takeover. Complicated feelings + it was his and fuck Vander lol)

I don't believe Benzo or Vander have any clue about Silco's plans, and simply react based on what they know and imagine (Benzo based on whatever Vander told him, and Vander based on how fucked he has to be and how insanely dedicated Silco must still be). I believe Vander has a lot of double agents in his midst (Sevika, Syd), and people who've been keeping tabs on him for years. 

Counter-argument : Marcus says he spoke to one of Vander's "old friends" and that he "wasn't always so peaceful". You could think this may have tipped Vander off... But how many people did he leave behind or crush when creating the Lanes? How many people hate him for leading the failed uprising? I think it's still plausible that Vander doesn't suspect Silco's involvement. 

Vander just lacks cunning. Another final argument for him being totally clueless is that he had a direct line to Grayson, and a quick, 'Hey, okay I'll tell you who stole your stuff' pointing fingers towards Silco would have entirely solved the situation for him.

Yet he never is shown to consider it. 

PHEW. I think that covers it?? I think I covered every point? At least that's how I interpret this situation, even though it relies heavily on my own fanon readings of the timeline and a lot of other details. 

If anyone disagrees with this, or wants to double down, as always go crazy. I love me a meta pile on. 

[phoenixlionme]

Caitlyn S2 Defense Post

I'll get this off my chest by starting with this: Caitlyn is one of my favorite characters in Arcane, actually my most favorite character. And I know she isn't perfect either. She can be entitled, not to extremely arrogant levels but it's there; she's insensitive; and while not as noticeable as Vi, she can be just as reckless, I mean she broke a prisoner out of jail and lied about the approval from jayce. She can also be prideful. However, she has proven to be an ultimately good and heroic woman who does want peace between cities and doesn't want to hurt anyone. Unfortunately, I have seen a number of people bash on Caitlyn for what they saw in the leaks but completely absolve Jinx, even though the latter has WAY worse stuff by comparison. So I wanted to post this reminder.

Caitlyn was nearly blown up by Jinx in episode 4 when the latter pretended to be a scared and trapped child. She also was present when the other Enforcers were caught in said explosion.

She was nearly killed by the ruthless and murderous Silco before she and Vi could escape.

Jinx held a huge gun to her with intention for harm at numerous times.

She was held at gunpoint by the corrupt Marcus just after she witnessed him shoot an unarmed Ekko. And then she was caught up in another of Jinx's explosion (this time to frame the Firelights) which left her injured and to witness Marcus dying breath

She was kidnapped, in her home, her place of safety and privacy, by Jinx. While she was showering. This act was a moment of extreme boundaries crossing and left Caitlyn most likely traumatized to be exposed in such an intimate manner.

Then she was kidnapped, tied up, gagged, and forced to be a part of Jinx's messed up mind game she was playing.

Hit with the bottom of Jinx's very big gun.

Let's be honest, we know Caitlyn's mom is going to die, and Caitlyn was forced to watch the rocket heading to where her mother was and unable to stop it.

Caitlyn has every right to be vengeful and hateful. Any reasonable person would be in her position, and she may do some morally questionable things and while I will understand that I won't defend or excuse her actions. Caitlyn may be a hero but she's not without faults and complexity, but I do have faith she'll realize her mistakes and correct them.

[starry-nights12]

Boots

One Word Prompt(Ekko's POV)

It was windy while we sat under the bridge. The thunder rumbled and cracked in the night sky.

Jinx held my arm, rested her head on my shoulder, and kept her eyes closed while the rain pelted our faces.

Listening to rain was one of the things she and Silco used to do together. I hate Silco but my love for Jinx outweighs it. If doing this makes her happy then I'll do it for her.

Jinx held my hand as we walked to my room. She took off my jacket and let the scarf drop on the floor then led me to the bathroom.

I went to take off my soaked shirt but Jinx put her hands on top of mine and shook her head.

She put her hands on my shoulder, sat me down on the toilet seat, and took my shirt off for me.  She kneeled in front of me and held one of my boots.

"You don't have to. I-"

Jinx scoffed. "You think I don't know that? "She took off one shoe "I'm doing it because I wanna take care of you." She took off the other one.

She then used my knees to help her stand up. Her hand cupped my cheek, "You're my angel."

Pride always swelled in my chest whenever we referred to each other as mine. I could have never predicted that that one day she would ever call me hers.

I tugged on her waistband and she took the cue to sit on my lap. My hand slowly rubbed her thin waist. "I love you, Jinx."

Jinx simply smiled and stroked her thumb across my cheek.

Warmth flowed throughout my body when her soft lips were lightly pressed against mine. Our kiss was brief, so I chased after her for another taste of her sweetness.

Her lips were planted more firmly but were still gentle. Her lips continued their caresses against mine.

She wasn't doing anything lascivious yet my heart was comparable to the storm we witnessed.

She kissed my nose when we separated. Her eyes half-lidded expressed the same feeling I had for her.

I unfasted the strap below her leather crop top and peeled it over her head.

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Out there, no one knew where she was. She was a looming threat to Pilties. An inspiration to some Zaunites or hated by others for starting the war.

The truth is, she didn't give a shit about any of them. She laughed when I told her about The Inxes

She wasn't interested in politics. She wasn't trying to send a political message. Everyone wondered what her next master plan would be.

She was currently leaning against me, splashing while making her toy shark attack a rubber duck: chomping sound effects and all.

I closed my eyes and leaned further into the tub. Only in my dreams I thiught we'd ever be happy with each other again.

I had it planned out.

Take out his goons first. Silco was a coward. He was always hiding behind paid muscles.

Sevika and Jinx were his most deadliest. I would have to kill them first. After them, Silco was next.

It would have been easy.

If I had my way, I would have relished the sound of Silco's skull cracking against my metal pipe. I would have bashed his face in until it was unrecognizable.

I restrained the smile that wanted to reveal itself. She suddenly became quiet and moved away from me. Even with my eyes closed I knew she started to stare at me. She does that sometimes.

Whenever I was half awake, I could feel her eyes on me. I'd wake up and they'd be the first thing I see.

I opened my eyes to see her holding her legs. "You know it right?" She tilted her head. "That I do. I really do."

Since I was smiling for a different reason, I allowed it to spread. My finger combed through her wet hair, "I know, Jinx."

Jinx mirrored my smile. She encircled her arms around my waist and nuzzled her head on my chest. I reciprocated the hug, my thumb rubbing circles on her back.

We've been dating for almost three months and she hasn't said it.

It went from "like-liking" me to "I do, too." It was essentially her way of "I love you."

But I understand.

She feels like everyone she loves will eventually leave or die because of her. I figured her verbally saying the words out loud for her will...well... jinx it.

The irony could never escape me. 

The girl I planned on killing for years became my girlfriend. If anyone hurt her, I would have to kill them myself.

I had my chance and I hesitated. With how things played out afterward, I'm glad I did.

[kikorenart]

Hey Kiko 😘

Lil question: this there a happy ending alternative for this story?

https://at.tumblr.com/kikorenart/imagine-older-silco-seeing-kiyna-after-a-long/i4jkkz5h3mwp

Love to see that 🥰 thank you 🙏🏻

PS.: I’m the same anon. 😄

Gentleman

Her hand was softer than he remembered as he took it gingerly, the rough pad of his thumb grazing gently across the length of her pinky as he gave it a chaste kiss in greeting; the quaint sort that he saved for whenever he required the finesse to charm Barons of the fairer kind.

He hoped the nervous tremor of his own hand wasn’t as noticeable as he perceived it to be.

“The years have been kind to you, Kiyna.” Silco said as he glanced up to her face, a faint twitch of his lips giving her a grimace of a smile that made his mouth inadvertently touch her skin again. He let it linger there as long as she let him.

She seemed pensive throughout the entire exchange, and it was only when she caught this bashful look of his that her own lips finally, finally turned up into a smile that gradually lightened into a bright laugh.

“What’s this?” Kiyna’s nose crinkled as she grinned, “Since when did you turn into such a gentleman, Sil?”

“…a recent development, I’m sorry to say.” He feels his shoulders ease as a rasp that sounds like a chuckle spills alongside his growing smile. “Disappointed?”

“Only if it persists,” Kiyna’s head tilts curiously at Silco; noting that even as their initial greeting had long since come and gone, he still hasn’t let go of her hand. “It’s just me, after all.”

“Yes,” Silco’s voice quiets as if his next words were a joyous little secret, “just you.”

Later, he invites her to dinner that very same evening and she readily agrees; the tentative embers of hope stirring deep within his chest.

[gg-force]

Questions for you 🫵

Who’s your favorite arcane character? I feel like I should know this but I’m asking again anyway

Whos your least favorite character?

What are your main ships from the show? (Are you a timebomb shipper or am I making that up. If you are you and me 🤝 I love timebomb)

Controversial opinions?

One thing you want from season two

Holy shit I fell asleep and totally missed this. So sorry about that

I'm gonna write all of this while I'm still waking up

Anyway...

1: For fun, I'll list out my top five:

Jinx, Viktor, Ekko, Vi, and Mel (Silco's basically tied with Mel but Mel has a special place in my heart so she makes the list)

2: Heimerdinger. Besides the whole ordeal of founding both cities and letting one of them rot, even if it was unintentionally, I just don't like his personality. I can't stand people who are stuck living in the past and can't move forward.

3: I love both Timebomb and Caitvi, but Timebomb is my favorite. There's just something about it that makes it special.

4: People give Vi way too much shit for slapping Powder and it annoys me so much. Maybe it's because I've gotten into worse fights (and I mean full-blown physical fights) with my own older sister over much smaller matters. People bashing Vi for a single slap (in a situation where Powder’s actions resulted in the deaths of their father and brothers) is ridiculous to me.

5: Ekko time traveling. Enough said.

[f1shbonez]

❛ no one's here. we can be as loud as we want.❜ (Ekko)

Things hadn’t been going too badly. 

At least, that was the impression Jinx was starting to get from the way her world was changing around her. The Firelight leash had gotten a little more slack over the past few weeks. Hoverboard lessons, a fixed place on the rota, hell, they’d even invited her along to one of their stupid game nights. Not that she cared, or anything. So what, if the voices of cheering and competitive play were somehow less abrasive when she was a part of it. It didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. 

The more interesting development came with Ekko. Hard-won moments of respite were seemingly easier to win these days. No more awkward dinners in her prison-room where nobody knew what to say. No more bashing someone in the face just to remind him that she existed. Sure, Ekko was just as busy as ever (being Bug-King made it that way), but more than ever it felt like he had carved out a little more time to do more than chastise his troublesome guest. Prisoner? Guest? Jinx still wasn’t entirely sure. 

Was Ekko?

Ekko’s hoverboard lessons weren’t the only thing that had taken them outside the winding tunnels of the Firelight base. Playing nice, it seemed, brought new opportunities to light- ones that even Jinx found herself unwilling to risk losing. Every now and then, a trip on a hoverboard would lead them somewhere private- away from all the buzz and hum of the stupid Firelights. Sure, the Zaun grey was thicker out here than it was in Ekko’s little corner of sunshine, but for Jinx, it felt as though she could finally breathe. 

It was easier to talk when your company didn’t have his mob waiting (and eavesdropping) outside. They were equals out here… in a way. That had to mean something. Ekko never would have started the little ritual if he didn’t at least trust her a little, right? 

What was even weirder, was that he had agreed to let Jinx select today’s hangout spot. Sure, there had been a few perfunctory rules to adhere to: not too far from the base, not in enemy territory, something else she’d already forgotten…blah blah blah. She could handle that! Totally. 

A wall of glass, shattered long-ago, opened its toothed maw onto the street. She’d been here before, countless times, Powder too. Even under Silco’s reign, the deserted building had been a favourite haunt. Nobody came here anymore. The memory of the brutality in the streets, the empty husks of surrounding buildings, the intermittent flooding…nobody had a reason to. Well, unless their name was Jinx. 

Pale fingers trailed an absent, faintly reverent touch through the dust of the guardrail that surrounded a series of pads and targets. Above, the scoreboard loomed, awash with Vi’s name, save for Claggor, still at the very bottom and ‘POW’ sitting second from the top. It was bittersweet. She couldn’t beat Vi’s old score even now, but even if she did, what good would it do? It wasn’t like Vi was around anymore to see or feel the punches or kicks. Besides, one more high score would knock Claggor’s name clean off the board. Forever. Jinx wasn’t sure how that made her feel. Abruptly, Jinx forced her gaze to gloss over it, stuffing the way the names made her feel somewhere deep down. 

Even now, years later, the crude images of Mylo’s face remained where Powder had etched them a lifetime ago. Jinx paused, taking a moment to drink in the sight. The slightest quirk tugged at the corners of her lips. Funny. Had Mylo always looked like a monster? If Powder’s drawings were anything to go by, maybe the answer was yes. 

A dissatisfied growl babbled behind Jinx’s ear. Swatting at it, she spun on her heels, gesturing to the crumbling shell of the arcade for Ekko. 

“Ta-da!” 

Pretty cool, right? 

Or, well, it would be. In a sec. Once she got the whole place working again. 

Blue eyes searched Ekko’s face for some shred of reward. Was he impressed? He recognised the gravity of this, right? This was HER space! Jinx’s! She didn’t have to share it with anyone, but she was sharing it with him. Just like the days he was so darn sappy about. There was so much to do here, they could stay here all night! This totally trumped all of Ekko’s other dumb hangout spots. 

“Betcha wish you’d let me choose sooner, huh?” Jinx teased, swinging her arms as she skipped over to a battered looking fuse box. Juuuuuust as she’d left it! It didn’t take long before the click of power came, followed by a flood of multi-coloured fluorescent lights from all corners. Arcade units beeped to life, followed by the loud bell of the boxing set-up, and more importantly, the music. A broad grin settled on Jinx’s lips at the noise.

“No one's here. We can be as loud as we want.”

Great.

Taking Ekko’s words as further permission, Jinx cranked up the volume. 

Did Ekko know that he got 90% more fun whenever he left the base?

Well, at least he was onboard. Heh. Like she’d have listened anyway! Where to start first? Bouncing on the balls of her feet to the music, Jinx hopped over to the shooting range, waving a tattooed arm for Ekko to follow. Oooooh she was the BEST at this game! There was no way Ekko could beat her. Only, the targets weren’t moving. Pouting, Jinx jumped over the barrier, looking for the trusty cable she’d connected countless times. The floorboards were slick with the residue of floodwater, eating into the mechanical gears- the part that made the whole game interesting. Oh. It was hard to hide the disappointment brewing on her face. This wasn’t exactly a ‘plug it in and you’re good to go’ situation. No fair! 

Talk about spoiling the grand reveal! Maybe she should have snuck out before this stupid trip to get everything ready. It was too late now. For a moment, Jinx’s brow furrowed before an idea that was just stupid enough made her smile again. From behind the shooting range, Jinx stood amongst the stationary sea of dummies, smirking. 

“Wanna play target practice?”

[silcosentropy]

I'm honestly disturbed by the cattiness in the Silco shipping circles and Arcane as a whole.

You could all just enjoy the character and the free content made by all the great artists and writers while ignoring the content clearly not made for you.

As for us artists and writers, we should accept objective criticism and advise instead of behaving like entitled high schoolers. None of us are perfect, we all make mistakes. ALL of us. And if one of us, as an artist or a writer, gets well intended criticism, I can't imagine anything more juvenile than getting salty about it, blocking people and tantruming online.

None of us, NONE, are so perfect at what we're doing to behave entitled.

I had an incredible art teacher, may he rest in peace, I miss him dearly. He was a fantastic artist and I was honored to be taught by him. He told me one of the wisest things I've ever heard: No artist is ever done, no art is ever finished. You create, make mistakes, learn, and grow. We are not perfect.

I wish more people could hear him.

Be nice to each other. Fan art and fan fiction are for free (unless tailor-made). Us artists should CARE for our followers and readers, we should want to make things that make them happy. And us as followers and readers, we should curate the content we consume without bashing people that make things that make us squick.

Tag your work well to not hurt anyone. You are responsible for your work and that it doesn't hurt anyone. That's your job as a creator.

Don't harass content you don't like and that you clicked on despite being tagged. Once you click on something tagged with things that trigger you, that's your problem. It was tagged.

There is a real person behind that screen. Don't be an asshole. I can't believe this has to be said.

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 9 Group 43

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (& Associates): Ruth, Debbie, Cherry, Carmen, Jenny, Sheila, Melrose, Yolanda, Arthie, Rhonda, Sam, Bash, Justine, Reggie, Tammé, Dawn, Stacey

Submissions are still open!

Silco & Jinx:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (& Associates):

They are literally the definition of found family omg they all changed each other's lives by being on the show together and wrestling and living together for so long and having fun together and they were all total misfits so they found a safe place within each other where they didn't feel judged and I love them so much I love women 😭😭😭