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sapphiresaphics · 2 months ago

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The biggest misunderstanding about Caitlyn from fans actually comes from season 1, not 2. Fans see Caitlyn break Vi out of prison and talk to Ekko about empathy and think that she’s learning and growing as a character and then when season 2 hits they think all that growth was somehow “abandoned” or “reversed.”

But that’s not true.

Caitlyn has ALWAYS been a spoiled little rich girl who came from a family of rich people who are so used to how much power they have in the city that they don’t regard ANYONE’S feelings or respect ANY rules. Both Marcus and Salow spell this out to us.

Marcus: “She’s a Kiramman! Just like them she does what she wants! I can’t control her!”

Salow: “It’s the name! It bewitches people.”

Time skip Caitlyn is introduced investigating the botched Jinx job at the shipping docks. She is not an official detective and Marcus makes it clear she isn’t supposed to be there. She’s supposed to be guarding her family’s pavilion, but she ignored both her mother’s AND the sheriff’s wishes to investigate a crime because she’s bored.

She breaks Vi out of prison AFTER she’s been effectively laid-off by Marcus, using her connections to Jayce to forge her release papers. Reminder: at this point in the story she is technically not a cop anymore. She’s doing all this stuff with noble intentions of trying to uncover Silco and bring Jinx to justice… but what she’s doing is technically illegal. And the only reason she’s able to get away with it is because she’s a spoiled rich BRAT.

Her privilege shields her from repercussions in season 1, just as they do in season 2.

The difference is that she’s now been traumatized by Jinx. Her bodily autonomy was violated by Jinx kidnapping her when she was literally naked in the shower, she was most likely tortured by Jinx, was tied up and painted on, threatened to be executed at gun point by Jinx, and then to top it all off Jinx murders her mother in a terrorist attack.

And Caitlyn tries to hold it all in. She tries to confide with Vi, she tries to let her hatred go… but both times she is denied her the ability to grieve properly. First by her privilege and not understanding that asking Vi to become an Enforcer would be rejected. And then by Ambessa by funding the attack on the memorial service.

She has no parental figure to guide her, her rage and hatred for Jinx is boiling over… so she resorts to what she always does and what she did back in season 1. She just does what she wants to get her way. She convinces Jayce to develop hextech weapons, she assumes the role of leader for house Kiramman, and she uses her unique position in power to bend systems her family put in place to protect Zaun against them.

Caitlyn in season 2 is very much the same Caitlyn we’ve always known from season 1. The difference is that in season 1 we were rooting for her because we like Vi. She exhausted the same disrespect for authority and people back then but they were in service of things we, the audience, liked. So we gave her a pass. We excused her rule breaking. We ignored her unique brand of privilege because we liked what her privilege could unlock for us.

Season 2 slams that door shut and tells us “no, actually, you weren’t supposed to like this because nobody in power is innocent.”

But rather than learn more about Caitlyn and understand her character better… people are dismiss this all as “bad writing” or “character assassination.”

And what’s more frustrating is the whole “dictator arc.” Because frankly I would argue that by that point Caitlyn HAS learned her lesson about privilege and power, but it’s too late to stop things now. Just as Jayce going vigilante in season 1 was the start of a cataclysmic event, Caitlyn gassing Zaun to look for Jinx results in Caitlyn losing everyone she trusts and respects. Broken up with Vi and alone, she is suddenly granted even MORE power than she’s ever had by Ambessa. And you can see it affect her. In that moment she realizes that Ambessa is the one who spearheaded the attack on the memorial. After seeing what happened between her and Vi, she realizes that by taking this role she will be responsible for even greater atrocities.

She has 2 choices. Let it all go, or use the position of power to her advantage. And just like before in season 1… she chooses the later. Her goal may still be to get Jinx, but she does NOT want to be a part of Ambessa’s dictatorship. This is why she’s so reluctant to join even with all the peer pressure. This is why she’s so slow and hesitant to walk forward. And she only accepts the cape she is crowned with once Ambessa says “your mother will have justice.”

What’s most important about this scene is that SHE KNOWS Ambessa is using her. That’s why when we see her in Act 2 she’s already trying to counter Ambessa’s plans. That’s why she’s constantly challenging Ambessa with “why is peace always the excuse for violence?” That’s why when Ambessa says “you don’t trust me?” Caitlyn responds with a resounding “no.” And that’s why when Vi drops back into her life she realizes she has an opportunity to correct her mistakes. She doesn’t switch on a dime because Vi fluttered her eyes and called her “cupcake.” She switches because she was already looking for an out. And this is why when Vi confronts her in Act 3 she screams “I KNOW.”

Caitlyn’s arc is that of someone who always had privilege and power coming to realize too late how dangerous and harmful that power is. By the time she learns her lesson she’s already entrenched with Ambessa and stuck in this hateful miasma for Jinx. Season 1 was setup for what was going to follow with how her character was going to learn and atone for her mistakes.

And what’s so god damn frustrating about all the discourse around Caitlyn is how reductive and dismissive it all is. So much of the discourse completely ignores the actions she takes to fix things in favor of trumping up the actions she took to get there. All of her transgressions in season 1 are ignored and her own internalized growth is reduced to a joke about Vi calling her cupcake. It’s MADDENING.

#arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane spoilers #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi #vi arcane #violyn #arcane s2 #vi #caitlyn league of legends #film criticism #arcane analysis #arcane character analysis

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salem-witch-slut · 3 months ago

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These Trembling Hands(18+)

Sevika X Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Since Silco died, you hadn't seen Sevika after months of her visits nonstop. When she finally comes back to the brothel, you couldn't help but notice one thing... She looked so, so tired.

WARNINGS: Descriptions of past sex (very minor), breast fondling (also pretty minor), only rated 18+ because dirty things were mentioned. Pretty tame overall. Brief mentions of SA of a minor (TRIGGER WARNING)

WORD COUNT: 4K (EXACTLY OMGGG)

A/N: This is a sequel fic to my Prostitution kinktober prompt. I loved it too much to hang it out to dry. And damn, you guys are eating that fic up. Over 1K notes in 2 days. Bunch of whores, the lot of ya!

DIVIDERS MADE BY @cafekitsune

You had heard rumors of Silco being killed, but that was all you heard of it. You could see from your shitty home terrace deep in the underground of the Undercity. People were scared, things were chaos, and the gangs were at war with each other. Without their leader, the Zaunites were rogue and killed whoever they saw fit. Luckily for you, you weren’t exactly a target as a brothel employee.

It was more valuable to keep you alive, and everybody knew you were loyal to one Zaunite in particular that even after everything, she’s still as powerful as ever. Still a force to be reckoned with, but does not act unless prompted to.

Sevika hadn’t been back to see you since Silco’s confirmed death. You simply assumed she had far too much work to do as the leader of keeping the peace between the gangs. Which was insane, because peace talks were never her job.

You hated to admit it… Oh, fuck that, you would scream it from the rooftops. You missed Sevika so bad. You missed her touch like it was what kept you alive. She saw you nearly every single week before Silco’s death and now the only way you know she’s alive is from the whispers on the streets.

Every day you would come in and hope for her presence, but you were never lucky. You never got to see her handsome face and your body begged for an actual release, or that cool metal from her cybernetic arm. You loved the chills you got from the sharp talon like fingers raking over your rear and leaving marks in your skin.

God, you missed her. You missed her husky voice, how she held you when you came on her fingers, how she encouraged you to bite her, the praise she gave, mixed with degradation… You were addicted to Sevika, and it was embarrassing.

The entire staff knew about your obsession with her. She once left a handkerchief of hers in your room after she used it to wipe the sweat from her face and you kept it. Oddly enough, it smelled just like her and you simply enjoyed having it in your presence. Sevika made you feel wanted. Was that so wrong to love?

You kept it with you all the time. You had it in your pocket even as you walked into work that day.

It was just like any other morning as you entered through the backdoors and got set up in your assigned room that you had, over time, personalized to fit your personality. You had a thing for dark candles and burning herbs that had been known to have relaxing properties. It made your life much, much easier and Babette encouraged it so you wouldn’t need to call out of work once again for your bruised cervix.

You chewed on your thumbnail as you sat yourself down, prepared to get dressed in your signature outfit of dark colors that the clientele loved, when the curtain pulled back to your room without warning. Your entire body went rigid as you looked up, and your breath got caught in your throat.

She came back! You tried to not let your excitement show as you stood up from your seat, cursing at your frumpy outfit. Baggy sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt that kept you warm in the dark underground city. Your hair was a mess and you hadn’t done your makeup yet but she barely even blinked as she stood in the doorway.

“S-Sevika, I–” You stuttered, looking at the cloak on her shoulder and then up to her face… Oh, she looked so, so tired. Her eyes had dark circles under them, partially bloodshot and her cheek was cracked, evidence from the overuse of shimmer from her cybernetic arm. She had a fading bruise on her brow, and healing cuts over her neck and near her cheeks. “Sevika?”

The tall woman finally made eye contact with you and you watched her toss off her cape and throw it to the floor. You noticed her arm was missing, and there was a frayed wire sticking out of the socket. It looked like it was ripped out of the mechanics on her shoulder as she slowly approached you and made you stumble backwards until your legs smacked into the bed.

Sevika watched you fall onto the bed, your face turning pink as she let out a long, big sigh and got down on her knees. For a second, you thought she was going to eat you out… But then you simply felt her head rest on your thighs and her arm wrap around your waist.

“Sevika, are you–”

“I’m tired,” She said, her voice wavering and cracking. You could smell the alcohol on her body and you could feel your heart almost breaking for her. “I’m so… so tired…”

“Oh honey,” You cooed softly, your hands reaching up and gently rubbing at her scalp. The crime lord visibly relaxed, feeling you remove the hair tie from her brown strands as you slid it on your wrist and raked your fingernails over her head. “You must be just exhausted… You’ve been doing everything out there.”

“Shit never stops,” Sevika pushed her nose into your thigh. “It’s always something… Someone is always getting killed, and I have to fix it. I used to be the one with the blood on my hands, and now I’m cleaning it off someone else’s.”

“I know,” You said, combing your fingers through her hair. “You’re the best at what you do.”

“What I did,” Sevika scoffed. “Doesn’t matter now… It’s just me holding it together.”

Words seem to fail you as you simply rubbed at the back of her neck, one hand sliding from her hair and down the back of her shirt, nails crossing over her skin and making the muscular woman shiver in your hold. This was completely different from what you two had grown used to.

Normally, Sevika would be making you scream at this point. She would stretch you on her fingers and praise you as you pulled on her hair and called out her name like it was the last thing you would ever say. But now? Sevika was too exhausted to do anything… Why was she here then? Why not at her home, sleeping?

You sat there with her for almost ten minutes, simply playing with her hair and rubbing her back. After a while, you could feel her breathing get a bit heavier and you frowned, looking down and seeing how she was almost asleep in your lap.

“Sevika,” You said gently, feeling her hand flex in your shirt as she looked up and then visibly relaxed at seeing your face. You smiled sweetly before scooting back on the bed and removing your sweatshirt. You flopped backwards in your plain white tank top before patting the space next to you. “Come here.”

“Y-You know, this isn’t what I pay for,” Sevika stuttered, her ears going pink for a second. You had never heard her stutter before! It was adorable. You simply rolled your eyes and reached out with both hands, undoing the fasteners on her shirt. The woman’s breath hitched as she went tense for a second, her hand reaching for your wrist out of instinct. “What are you–”

“Just relax,” You spoke softly, reaching up and sliding the shirt from her body down onto the floor. Underneath was a simple black stained shirt with tears near the collar. You scooted back once again and patted the mattress. “How long did you pay for this time?”

Sevika hesitated as she sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching down and undoing the buckles of her boots. “All day?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes and wrapping your arms around her waist. Sevika looked down, used to being able to reach down with her cybernetic arm but now it was simply phantom feelings.

In seconds, you two were crawling into bed as Sevika immediately wrapped her arm around your waist and pushed her head against your soft chest, basking in your warmth and listening to your heartbeat.

If there’s one thing you didn’t expect from today, it was this. You were expecting another hard, rough day with no rest and no breaks between clientele, but this was a very, very pleasant surprise. Your hands stayed put, rubbing at her back and holding her forearm that was draped across your middle. You could feel her breathing become more heavy, and you simply looked down before smiling.

She looked so peaceful… Her lips were parted slightly, the gap in her front teeth more prominent as she breathed heavily, a snore escaping her as she dug her fingers into your side. It was then that you realized something. Something that you definitely should have realized before after all these months with Sevika being your favorite client– No, favorite person.

You felt something for her. It went beyond simple affection or fascination with the woman. It was every time you saw her come in. You felt your heart skip a few beats and you were wrapped up in her arms almost immediately. Sometimes she stops by just for an hour, sometimes she’s here for almost four hours. But no matter how long, she never neglected your feelings.

Sevika was a rough lover, but she was so good at taking care of you, even if her aftercare was slightly condescending. She would wipe you off while calling you a messy whore. She would wrap a blanket around your shoulders while gently slapping your cheek. She would laugh at you as you lay in the pile of pillows on the floor, but still managed to get you water if you asked nicely.

And yet, even after all these months, there was one line you two had yet to cross, no matter how badly you wanted to. It felt too personal… A big jump between client and lover. Sevika couldn’t possibly see you like that. She pays for this. She has never attempted to see you outside of working hours, and you were sure she could easily find you. Not like you went anywhere outside of work and home and the occasional food stop.

The thoughts plagued your mind as you watched her sleep on your chest, seeing her lips move as she mumbled something and pushed her face deeper into your tits. You raked your fingernails slowly over her back, being gentle enough to keep her sleeping, but not so light that it tickled and woke her up. You were fully content with being like this all day long. If she paid for an all day session, this would be more than enough to keep you happy. She didn’t even need to touch you to make you happy. Sevika being here was good enough for you.

As the time went by, you could feel your eyes growing heavy with every passing second. You wanted to close them so bad, but every moment with Sevika felt precious to you. You wanted to kiss her. You had never been able to do that before… you wanted to so badly, it was eating at your soul and making your heart race. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and part of you felt like you would throw up, but it was simply eating at you.

Would she push you away? Would she refuse to come back? Or worse, would she retaliate? It felt like Sevika liked you too beyond just a body to play with, but you weren’t sure… Well, asking was out of the question. You knew words would fail you and you would sit there stumbling on your sentences like a moron. This was your only option.

Very carefully, you slid down the mattress and felt her lift up her head so she could rest it on the pillow as you moved. Sevika made a face of disappointment as she opened her eyes and blinked a few times in order to readjust to the soft lighting of the room. From this close, you could see how the candles reflected off her irises and you could see the flecks of purple around the corner from when she would use shimmer.

She stayed quiet, simply looking at you as you slowly reached down and grabbed at her hand. Her brows creased, seeing your slight distress and scooting herself slightly closer. Her body heat had your breath hitching. “What’s wrong, doll?”

Fuck, that nickname made your heart flutter. It felt like a rabbit was kicking at your chest behind your ribs as your hand slid up the length of her arm. You could feel the muscles underneath flexing, almost like she was teasing you on purpose. Her body was solid muscle and all strength; with sharp edges and tough skin. You loved every single inch of her.

“Sevika, I–” You tested your voice, and felt it crack like glass. Your face went pink as the smirk that did reside on her face slowly began to vanish. The silver irises glinted with confusion. She was genuinely concerned now as she saw, and felt your hand shaking as it slid up her arm and carefully rested on her cheek.

“What are you doing?” Sevika asked, her voice barely above a whisper. You blinked slowly, biting your lip before scooting closer.

A moment passed, and you simply couldn’t take it. “Screw it.”

You grabbed the back of Sevika’s neck under her hair and pulled yourself upward, your lips finally connecting with hers. The woman went stiff, her entire body rigid against yours as her eyes widened and she made a noise of surprise. A noise you had never heard from her before. It made your legs press together as you refused to breathe until you separated from her.

It scratched an itch deep in your brain that you didn’t know was eating at you. It felt like a hot shower after a cold day. It was like breathing after being underwater. It was everything you had expected… Minus Sevika not reciprocating…

When you broke off from her lips, you saw that she was laying there in pure shock. Her eyes were wide and the hand on your hip twitched as you looked down, refusing to meet her eyes. You were worried now. She looked almost upset with you as you refused to meet her gaze, scared of the repercussions.

“I’m sorry,” You said, close to sobbing. “I-I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to overstep and I was just– I don’t know what I was–”

Your words were cut off as Sevika gently tucked her knuckle under your chin and tilted your head back up to meet her eyes. And you saw her cheeks tinted a soft pink and her eyes were sparkling. And that was the last thing you saw before she was jolting forward and recapturing your lips like she couldn’t live without it.

Instantly, your hands went around her neck and you pulled her close, drowning in everything that was the woman named Sevika. How intense she was with every aspect of her life and how she gave 100% with all her actions, and that included kissing. Her tongue gently teased at your lips and you responded with your own, pressing it against hers and slipping it passed her teeth.

Sevika groaned, grabbing at your hip and pressing your entire body against hers, allowing you to feel how warm her skin felt on your own. It was like touching a livewire; you couldn’t break away even if you wanted. You couldn’t get enough, and you wanted more. So, so much more…

Your stomach twisted in your gut as you began sitting up off the bed and before you could stop yourself, your legs moved until you were sitting on Sevika’s hips, holding her down and breaking off from the kiss for a brief second.

There was a look in her eyes, almost like she was challenging you. Her brows knitted together as she panted, her hand curling against the bedsheets and her chest rising with each harsh inhale she took. Dear fucking Gods, she was sculpted by deities you didn’t even know existed. Her taut abdomen sucked in with each breath and you saw the outline of her abs through the shirt riding up on her waist.

Maybe someone else would have been put off with her only having one arm, but you didn’t care. It didn’t diminish her strength, and she could fair fine without it. Even with just a hand, she was able to break you and you would thank her.

“Someone’s being bold today,” It was that same flirty condescending tone she used with you all of the time. You ate it up as your fingers traced down her chest, between the valley of her breasts before stopping to trace a few little patterns into the flesh showing below her shirt. You felt her abdomen tremble at your touch, and you smirked. “Get that smile off your face.”

“I can’t help it,” You said, fingers twitching as you reached forward a little more and began sliding her shirt upward to expose her stomach and staring at her chiseled muscles in full view. Your breath hitched and you felt your toes curl up. “So perfect…”

Sevika groaned, putting her hand over her face and covering her eyes. Almost like she was embarrassed of your words, but that would be silly. Sevika doesn’t get embarrassed. She isn’t capable of that. Is she?

The veins almost popped in her forearm as she grabbed her face, feeling your soft, uncalloused fingers stroke along her ribs and slide up even more. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second as you breathed hard, licking at your lips. This was a huge moment for both of you.

You had never seen Sevika without a shirt before. Never seen all of her and hardly ever got to touch her like this. You felt like you were in control. This was insane.

“S-Stop me if it’s too much,” You said, voice wavering as you pushed the shirt up the rest of the way. Your insides damn near melted at seeing her breasts for the very first time. You had a feeling it was just as strong as the rest of her, but you didn’t have proof until now. And another suspicion you had? Yes, her nipples were pierced. You fucking knew it.

“You done?” Sevika snapped, looking down at you and narrowing her eyes. You blinked, not realizing just how long you were staring at her until she knocked you out of your stupor. “Not some sideshow attraction here, doll.”

“Really?” You chuckled, reaching up and cupping her breasts with both hands. “Because I think I should be paying to see you.” Your fingers traced over her piercings and Sevika gasped, her body jerking towards your touch like she was desperate for it.

Sevika was a vision. And you were desperate to see more.

It wasn’t long until you were reaching down for her belt and unzipping her pants when she reached out with her hand and grabbed at both of your wrists. You immediately stopped, looking down at her and seeing the wild look in her eyes and how her body was almost on the offensive.

“Wait,” She pleaded. Your heart broke. “Just… just wait, please, give me just a minute.”

“Sevika,” You frowned, releasing her belt and scooting closer towards her. Something was off about this, and you just had to know what was going on. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“It’s just that… I just…” Her entire face fell as she sat up and dropped her head down. Her hair covered her face as you reached forward and pushed it away to look at her. “No one has done that before. I haven’t… let anyone touch me like this.”

“Honey,” You cooed, leaning down and looking into her eyes. Sevika pressed her lips into a thin line and looked up through her lashes, the bruises under her eyes more prominent from this angle. “Talk to me.”

The woman scowled. It was an internal battle for her to admit any of this, especially to you. Sevika knew how you saw her, and this was just crossing some kind of line in her mind. You saw her as a strong, unmovable force that could never be injured or taken down. You saw Sevika as a god, and she was about to shatter that illusion.

“It was when I was a kid,” Sevika admitted. “I was a scrawny little shit, you know? A gutter rat… an easy target,” For a brief second, her eyes watered but she blinked it away. “I didn’t stand a chance back then.”

There was a moment of confusion before the pieces clicked into place and you felt your entire body go rigid. You felt sadness, empathy, compassion… rage. Pure, blood-boiling rage as you pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. You couldn’t show your anger, but you wanted to hunt whoever it was down, and watch them bleed out slowly. How could anybody do that to her? To a child?

“I’m sorry, I–”

“Don’t,” Sevika looked away immediately, her lips curling into an almost snarl as she looked down at the sheets, trying to distance herself. You tried not to flinch as you scooted back in the bed and gave her space. “I don’t tell people shit for that reason. I don’t need pity. I don’t want it either.”

“Okay,” You bit down on your lip, tucking your legs under your body and putting both hands on your thighs. Sevika noticed your sudden change of attitude and she stood up from the bed. Before you could ask what she was doing, she started pacing back and forth, rubbing at her jaw and trying to sort out her thoughts. You sat there silent, scared if you said a word that she would snap and the moment you two shared would be over.

It was almost three whole minutes before she stopped pacing. You felt like you were trapped in a cage with a wild animal. So unpredictable and volatile, but just scared of what you could do to them and they feel the need to defend their existence. Your heart went out to her, and you wish you could take back your actions because now everything was shattered, just as you feared.

“What the hell are we doing?” Sevika muttered into her hand. She turned to look at you and saw that you weren’t looking up at her, and almost like it was happening in slow motion, a tear slipped down and splattered onto your leg. You didn’t look up… until she said your name. Your real name, not a nickname or pet name.

“Look,” Sevika said, sitting back down on the bed and reaching out to take your face in her hand. You leaned into her touch and held back a whimper. “This all got out of hand… Somewhere between us, the lines started blurring. Went beyond me paying to fuck you–”

“You’re not coming back,” You shivered. Sevika visibly recoiled at your words. “Are you? I ruined this, and now you won’t come back again.”

“Hey now,” The woman immediately grabbed at your chin and forced you to look up. “Don’t put words in my mouth, doll. I never said that.”

You whimpered. “Then… What are you saying?”

A gasp left you as she pressed her lips into yours once again and sighed, her hand tangling in your hair and rubbing at the back of your neck. It was just as fucking amazing as before and you were visibly upset when she broke off.

“I’ve got a reputation to keep up, you know? We just… have to keep this quiet, understand?”

“You mean,” You said. “Like a secret?”

“See?” Sevika chuckled before kissing your cheek. “I knew you weren’t dumb, sweetheart.”

#lgbt #lgbtq #sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #my fic #arcane league of legends #arcane #fluff #this is so cute #sevika just needs a fucking hug #that poor woman #give her a break #trigger warning #tw mentions of sa #lesbian character #wlw fiction

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rowie264 · 1 month ago

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For me it's easier to sympathize zaunite characters rather than piltovan ones simply because they have self-awareness

Silco knows he flooded Zaun with drugs, he knows what this shit does to people. He does it anyway to achieve his main goal - Nation of Zaun.

Jinx is aware she is crazy. She basically spells it out in s1 ep9. She knows that she killing ppl is bad. She just doesn't care

Sevika is Silco's right hand man. She does dirty job for him and and understands perfectly well how his methods affect Zaun. She doesn't even question it because his methods work, and as long as they work, she will work with him.

Singed is just the same. He'll do anything for his daughter no matter how horrific his actions are. He doesn't justify it, simply states it was "for love".

And what we have with piltovan characters? You see because s2 is trying to pretend that oppression wasn't such big thing all piltovan characters looks even worse.

Caitlyn gasses people (and not only barons and their goons, gas spreads), using her priveledge as a Sheriff and Councilor's daughter. She never adresses that and never spells out what had she'd done. Like, yeah, she says "we can't erase our mistakes" (s2 ep8) probably not meaning just Jinx's but also her own but that's so… shallow. Like writers couldn't let her really say aloud what she'd done and face consequences bc it would makes bad things too real.

Heimerdinger was one of the founders of Piltover and councilor. He either didn't know, either didn't care to figure out what happens in Undercity for decades. Like, he goes to Zaun after he gets kicked out from Council and finally realises how badly ppl live there but… he just closes his eyes on it? Again?

Jayce killed that kid in s1 and regretted it but once his mother tries to revenge him? Builds weapons immidiately as countermeasure and moves on. He kills dozens of zaunites in Viktor's commune by killing Viktor and doesn't show even a hint of remorse. Like yeah, they were gonna become creepy robots but you know they were still humans when he killed Viktor. Also he (with approval of the Council for sure) places that Hexgates' big core (dont remember how that shit was called) underground and if that thing would blow up Zaun would be left without water and fresh air. Spelled out by Ekko and immediately forgotten.

In the end by removing characters' awareness of their actions and lack of reflection makes piltovan characters either hypocrites, either stupid, either both. And no, i don't want all these characters to be punished for what they did (all chars - except Ekko maybe - would end up in jail lol) I just want characters to realize what they did. I want impact of their actions/inactions. I want real consequences. I want them to face these consequences, not just brush it aside. And then i want them to act according to their personalities, even if i personally wouldn't like what they'd do.

#arcane #arcane s2 #arcane critical #jayce #caitlyn #heimerdinger #silco #jinx #sevika #singed

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tinkerbellknockoff · 29 days ago

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chemistry // jinx x fem!reader

chemistry // college!jinx x fem!reader

you've never been the greatest at sciences- you were aware of that. being placed into general chemistry to fulfill a lab requirement for college forced you to face your fears: writing lab reports and talking to pretty teacher assistants.

- college au

warnings: cursing

-- a/n: gonna be slightly projecting when talking about how bad reader is at chemistry lol

you thought the cliche chemistry professor that made absolutely no sense was only for the movies. but sitting here on a stool, watching the professor measure and start mixing chemicals that you couldn't even catch the name of made you flabbergasted and honestly- a little bit annoyed.

at your university, you were required to take one semester of a laboratory class. that's only about what- four months? you thought that was going to be a breeze- just get it out of the way, and you'll never have to touch a science class again! hopefully.

it had been about two-ish weeks of your general chemistry class, and by whatever is holy... you were miserable. unfortunately for you, your lab partner seemed to be on the same wavelength as you: massively confused. which, in a way, could be comforting because hey- you're not alone! on the other hand... your grades are screwed. and, unfortunately, you actually cared about your gpa.

the second half of your misery came from the fact you loathed asking for help. throughout high school, it was a breeze being able to figure out solutions to all of your problems, but now... you basically had to find every single resource that could help you. and, unfortunately, none of them did. you've never felt more lost in your life, which is how you have led to your position now.

slipping your backpack over your right shoulder, you then lightly draped your lab coat over your arm as you walked up to your chemistry professor. you decided it was finally time for you to ask for help- and by god, did it take some encouragement. there were still a few stragglers in the room- there being the professor, you, a couple of your peers, and the gorgeous blue-haired teacher assistant.

her name was jinx. she was recommended by another chemistry professor- professor silco, if you remember his name right- which gave her the job opportunity to ta a few general chemistry classes. honestly, she had helped you out a couple of times- she was a saint.

on the other hand, she terrified the living hell out of you. jinx, in the simple two weeks that you have spent in this general chemistry lab (two times per week, so maybe four times in the lab total) showed how... chaotic she was. in the first class, she was idly lounging around in random spots of the classroom, sitting on tables with littered chemical substances, and playing with one of the bottles in her hands. you remember, in that class, she seemed bored since it was simply laboratory rules and basics- but ever since the class started doing experiments? she seemed like the happiest girl in the world.

the professor made pretty basic explanations to questions he was asked- he was a little sassy, though. he'd say your name repeatedly, chastising you, then go, "haha! i am joking. wasn't that funny?"

... no. it was never funny.

then jinx. she would quickly prance to you the second you had your hand raised, entering your personal space as she would begin rapidly explaining, and would sometimes even begin doing the experiment for you. you loved it when that happened. honestly, even throughout that chaotic nature, she would explain things decently well. she talked a lot, but she was still able to deliver her understanding pretty well. you admired her for that.

even though she was incredibly helpful, in all honesty- you hated when she would be the one to come after you raised your hand.

she was too pretty. you couldn't focus.

"well, toots," is how she would always begin the explanation for you. you couldn't quite catch if she called literally anyone else that, but it was almost humorous how she always started off with those two words. you almost felt special. then, it would be how she'd lightly grab your hips to move you out of her way so she'd be able to access the experiment better- and even with you on the side, her side would still be brushing yours.

when she spoke, she never spoke to both you and your lab partner. her pink eyes seemed to stare you down. you were too scared to break the eye contact, and the more you reciprocated the staring the more entertained she seemed to be, her violet eyes swirling. you couldn't take it.

that happened every. single. time.

and every single time you felt like you were going to burst.

so, talking to the professor, you hoped to god he would just offer his office hours.

"hello, professor," you spoke, eventually standing in front of his desk, and he turned to look at you. he gave a smile (a little bit chaotic, you thought this profession was great for him), and he said your name in greeting.

"how can i help you?"

"i was hoping there would be some sort of office hours i could go to..." you spoke, swallowing your pride, "i was looking for some help with the lab reports and saw that your office hours were for request only."

he hummed in acknowledgment, giving you an understanding look, "okay. have you checked the tutoring center?"

you nodded, "yeah. all of the open tutoring sessions for gen chem are all when i have other classes."

"that sucks a ton, toots."

her voice came out of what seemed like nowhere. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, but you kept your seemingly relaxed demeanor as you turned your head into her direction, her eyes automatically locking onto yours. she already had a chaotic grin on her face, her pink eyes swirling with entertainment, "i could help ya out."

the professor seemed to not care for jinx's bubbly behavior, "could you, jinx? your times would possibly be more flexible than mine."

.... fuck.

jinx eagerly nodded, "don't worry about it. would be an honor to give a pretty girl some help!"

was that appropriate to say?

the professor didn't have a care in the world as he thanked jinx, and then waved you two off, telling them to go schedule times to be able to meet, and giving the reassurance that he would be able to for extra support if you needed it.

you walked out of the lab, jinx seeming hot on your tail. she loosely grabbed her bag along the way, it hanging off her shoulder in a similar fashion to yours. eventually, in the hallway, you turned to face her properly. all you had to do was schedule some times, leave, eventually actually do the meetings, then bam! you're done! don't have to be threatened by a pretty girl no longer!

"so, toots. wanna talk about times over dinner?" jinx winked at you.

you had to take a sharp inhale after that. oh my gosh? was this professional? was this allowed? you don't think she cared. at all, actually.

"cat got your tongue?" jinx looked amused at your silence, her violet eyes staring at your expression, looking like a deer in headlights. "you're very expressive."

you cleared your throat, deciding to ignore that comment. takes one to know one. eventually, you found your words, "... fine. right now?"

you got it! look, you can talk to her. nice and easy!

her entertained expression and grin never left her face as she nodded her head, her bright blue hair bouncing in the movement. "i mean, when else could i possibly catch ya?"

"i dunno, email exists." you retort, you don't see her the reason for her to insist on going out to dinner to make plans.

"boring!" jinx continued grinning at you. doesn't her face ever start to hurt, "we can just go to the dining hall! c'mon, toots, don't be a snoozefest."

and to that, you finally caved in. her excitement seemed to elevate even more than it originally was as she started to basically bounce off the walls (not really, you're being dramatic), grabbing your hand. you were practically yanked, having to hold the lab coat in your arm tighter to make sure it didn't get dropped on the way. she energetically spoke to you the entire way, effortlessly guiding you, not caring if you were stumbling at any moment. you were surprised her relatively small statue had this much muscle. she was acting like she took 5 shots of expresso and did a line of coke.

hopefully, she didn't actually do that.

she kept rambling your head off as you both waited in line for your food. your dining hall offered an assortment of shops, which led you to get pasta, and right now you were waiting in line for the burger shop next to jinx. she eventually let your hand go, but you noticed over time that she always was touching you in some fashion. right now, her bicep was brushing against yours, her head tilted in your direction as she rambled on about some sort of engineering project she had taken up. you learned through her talking that she was a biochemical engineering major. so, basically, she was super smart. you're a psychology major, which caused her to erupt in a small fit of laughter when you told her,

"so what are you doing in chemistry, toots?! why not take like... i dunno, meteorology!"

that elicited a pout from you, scoffing, causing jinx to look at you with amusement in her eyes as she laughed harder, "you're so funny, toots! i couldn't get enough of you."

she was proving her statement.

you and jinx ate dinner together, and after some coaxing of the conversation, you got her to agree to a few study sessions over the next couple of months. every other sunday you two would meet up at the library, and have about a two-hour session covering the content from the prior two weeks. that sounded fair enough. you didn't know if two hours was necessary, but jinx insisted, believing that was the "sure way to shove everything into your noggin". you were humored by her wording of it.

even after you both had long finished your food, she insisted on sitting with you for a little bit longer, claiming that she was having the time of her life getting to know you. her behavior made you so flushed- but you tried your damned hardest to refrain from it showing. you tried desperately to act nonchalant, which jinx continuously called your bluff on, leading you to be super defensive, to which she would continue to tease you more.

"c'mon, toots!" jinx giggled. she was sitting across from you at a table, her elbow resting on top and her hand holding her head as she kept her other hand on the table, tapping her nails rhythmically, "tell me more about ya."

you were reclined back, slightly hunched in the seat as you hummed thoughtfully. your arms were crossed in front of you, which jinx found humorous. she could tell you were still a little bit shy.

"what do you want to know?" you humored jinx.

"anything. anything at all, as long as it's about you," jinx winked in your direction, her eyes never once leaving your direction, "... any... boyfriend?"

that question startled you. your eyes met hers once more. she was lightly chewing on the bottom of her lip, her eyes basically devouring you as she waited for your answer in anticipation. jinx's breath basically hitched in her throat with excitement as you shook your head,

"no. broke up with my girlfriend before college."

jinx clearly seemed giddy after your statement, only a blind man wouldn't be able to tell. you examined her behavior after, blinking, your thoughts finally catching up to you.

holy shit. you basically felt yourself erupt into flames, could she like me?

"aww, damn, toots!" jinx said, but the sympathy rolling off her tongue was feigned, "that sucks. any reason why?"

you shrugged, sitting up and fixing your posture, folding your elbows onto the table and leaning forward. "wasn't a good fit. you live and you learn, i guess. what can you do?"

jinx understood, her thoughts racing with pure excitement. jinx realized she had a chance- and she wasn't the one to let chances slip up.

so, for the next couple of months, she used the tutoring sessions as an excuse to get to know you. she would claim every half hour that you two had to take a break, and then ask you questions about your day, your week, and everything that could come to mind. you warmed up to her behavior, which made her feel so elated- you began to reciprocate all of her talking. she loved talking to you.

so, when your last session came, jinx was bummed. jinx stared at you longingly, which you didn't seem to notice as you flipped through the data you had gathered during your most recent lab, scanning between it and the lab report, making sure that you didn't miss anything important. you, with the help of jinx, were doing stellar in chemistry. you couldn't have thanked jinx more.

you brought your bag up onto your lap to grab a few folders, slipping the papers inside, packing up. jinx continued to stare at you longingly, her pink eyes unusually soft as she stared you down. eventually, you glanced up, meeting her eyes. she quickly changed her expression, looking more neutral.

"jinx, i really thank you enough," you spoke up, her heart soaring at the praise. but that elation dropped as she saw you stand up, causing her to quickly follow behind, moving to walk beside you as you two began to leave the library.

"it was really nothing, toots. what was i meant to do, let a pretty girl like you fail?"

those words sounded like something she said at the very beginning of all this. that caused a laugh to slip out of your lips as you bumped your shoulder gently with hers. she pushed the door open for the two of you, the cold winter air hitting the two of you in a gust.

walking a little further away from the door, you two stopped and stared at each other for a moment. jinx for once felt the words catch in her throat as her eyes met yours. you looked so cute, your nose slightly turning red from the winter air hitting your face.

you noticed her gaze. her pupils were blown as she was dead silent, something very uncharacteristic for jinx, causing you to examine her eyes with yours. when she noticed this, she met your gaze, both of you seeming to devour each other with your eyes, before you cleared your throat.

"so, this is it, huh?" you sheepishly giggle, holding onto the straps of your side satchel. your words, as corny as it is to say, almost broke jinx's heart on the spot then. it was just tutoring- why did she feel like it was the end of the world?

"... i hope it's not." jinx spoke, her voice abnormally quiet. your eyebrows rose at her unusual demeanor, your head tilting and causing your hair to flow to the side. jinx's eyes looked over every single one of your movements, absolutely infatuated with the way you moved- the way you were you.

no one had ever been any more perfect in her eyes.

"how do you mean?"

jinx cleared her throat, "would it be bad if i did something right now? that... you may or you may not like?"

your eyebrows furrowed at the question. what the hell did that mean? but, as your lips parted, you weren't given the option to question her as she grabbed the sides of your face with her clammy and cold hands, smashing her lightly chapped lips against your soft ones.

the kiss was startling for you, your eyes open wide in shock, being able to see the way that jinx so harshly had her eyes closed, her hands keeping you right against her. as if you would slip through her fingers. so, after finding your bearings, you finally closed your eyes, relaxing as you began to reciprocate the kiss.

jinx felt like she was on cloud nine, holding you as tightly as possible against her. your lips tasted like heaven to her, her being able to taste the chapstick that she saw you always use, one that she always watched glaze over your lips. she was doing what she fantasized about doing for so fucking long.

and to her excitement, you were kissing her back.

after a few moments, she parted the kiss panting. both of your eyes fluttered open as you both lightly panted, small puffs of white smoke leaving your mouths. you locked eyes with hers, both of your pupils blown wide. you were both impossibly close to each other, allowing you to hear jinx's faint whisper,

"i like you," her eyes scanned over your face, "a lot."

a laugh left your mouth. she loved hearing your laugh- but in this context, it almost made her petrified until she saw the bright smile that was on your lips.

"i like you, too."

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yolli-es · 5 months ago

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Please, I'm really sorry

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, sadness, rude treatment, mentions of death

I doubt this is in character, so treat it as a silly sketch. Writing text is harder than headcanons..

MY ENGLISH IS BAD AND THERE MAY BE MEANING ERRORS

You adore Jinx; you love and tolerate her. Your acquaintance was unexpected, and your subsequent friendship was spontaneous. You were choking with tears after losing your mother when she found you. This girl saved you so easily, as if it were so easy. Jinx never told you about the past, but when the voices in her head became too loud, you didn't need an explanation. You saw how bad she becomes and what consequences it can bring. Afterwards, you promise yourself to always be there so that you can prevent the irreparable. This was not always successful.

After Silco died, things got really bad. Jinx tried to continue his work, to be strong and collected. But this is Jinx. Your Jinx. And she never was and never will be like this. Maybe that's why she's been so rude to you, taking it out on you because she's under so much stress. Sooner or later it will all end, and she will be able to look at you again without irritation.

You forgive Jinx for everything: the harsh words, the insults, the hits. Because she always apologizes after. And you don't care that it's not sincere at all. You love her; she is the only thing you have.

The day started out quite normally. You and Jinx were sitting in Silko's office, which is still called that way to this day, on the initiative of Jinx herself. It was all quite nice: she decided to share with you many thoughts about the future, which happened quite rarely. But then Sevika came in. And with her came terrible news. Shimmer production had been disrupted again. The enforcers blew up the plant, dealing with the guards there without any particular problems. And she just walked out after saying that. Just one look from Jinx made it clear how bad she was feeling right now,

"It's not your fault, and..." — you're interrupted by a rude "shut up." Jinx, who had been sitting on the table quite relaxed, now clutched her head, her eyes closed, and her breathing quickened. Just a few moments ago she was vulnerable, and now she's rude to you again. "You don't understand me at all," Jinx said in a breaking voice, hiding her face in her knees. It was painful to hear. We have been through a lot together. But she's worse off, and you step over yourself again: "I love you, Jinx. What do you want me to do?". You tell her this so often, so sincerely and naively. Her reaction to your words is always different; you can never guess, and now she again hits you: "I want you to stop being so useless and just help me." Jinx whispered, still struggling with her emotions. She hadn't let herself get angry, panicked, or sad that easily since Silco died. No tears. She kept herself under control. And is that what she thought all along? It's your fault; you're just doing a shitty job. Obviously, sitting here with her is not what she wanted. It looks so painful for you. The girl you love is suffering so much; why don't you just make it easier? That day you stayed, having endured many insults and a couple of blows.

Usually you stayed by Jinx's side, always supporting her and helping her with many tasks. For example, maintaining her authority in the city, keeping an eye out for possible rats nearby, and always saving your love from nervous breakdowns. But now you're by Sevika's side, at a shimmer production plant. You didn't tell Jinx anything; you didn't even think she would ask and worry. You need to act more decisively, as she wanted it. The task was simple: wait until the enforcers come here and destroy them. You were never a good fighter, just a decent shot. Your skills were enough to protect yourself on the streets of Zaun, but they were nothing against well-trained law enforcement officers. That's why you stayed on the sidelines, watching from above and covering Sevika.

You realized how much you screwed up with this shit when you found yourself in the middle of a shootout. Things didn't go according to plan when Sevika was shot, and now you had to save her. Letting the woman lean on you, you ran upstairs. The sounds of gunshots, explosions, and screams confirmed your fears: this plant is finished. Neither the shimmer nor the people were saved. Adrenaline was pumping through you, and you didn't notice anything except the cherished goal.

You reached a safe place and fell. The rest was like a dream. Sevika sat next to you, trying to close the open wound. She tied it with a rag, shouting something about the presence of shimmer nearby. The wound seems to be on your legs, chest, and head. It was painful and cold. Severe weakness. How the hell did enforcers get you? You couldn't think, let alone remember. This woman was shaking you, trying to make you think, but you had already given up. You had lost, and you had screwed up so badly, Jinx would never forgive you. Sevika shouted something, and you didn't really listen; you just couldn't. And then your gaze focused on a blue spot... Jinx? You wanted to look at her one last time. She may be disappointed in you, angry, or simply empty towards you, but all this will not matter as long as she is here. Your eyes closed for just a moment.

" ...orr..."—You can't see, only distantly hear. Such a nice sound; you've heard it before. The noise makes you open your eyes again. A flash of light disorientated you. Straining your eyes, you managed to make out a silhouette in front of you. It was Jinx, and... she was crying. She was in complete disarray, desperately holding your face. She bit her lips every time she wanted to swallow the lump in her throat and continue talking. She was talking to you. What was she saying? Your damn body is so weak. "Hold on, just breathe. Please, I'm really sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you...",-She repeated it over and over while you felt the shimmer being injected into your body. You wanted to calm her down, to say "I love you" back. And all you did was watch silently. Your eyelids were so heavy, and your body suddenly seemed too weightless. You were being yelled at, shaken, and pricked with a shimmer stabbed over and over. And you were too weak to respond to it, closing your eyes one last time.

Jinx sincerely apologizes this time. It's a pity that your mind was too weak to realize this.

it was short, unclear and stupid 🥴 Wrote this in a hurry while I'm taking a break from studying and writing other things.

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months ago

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I feel this is somewhat fitting for today,

So reader comforting sev after silco died (I feel she is the most sad out of everyone because she always saw him as some sort of father figure ngl and he sorta neglected her or never validated her)

-🫖

:( my poor baby. he's like her fucked up bestie/boss/dad

men and minors dni

they send lock or deckard to tell you if sevika's gonna be late getting home.

thieram if she's drunk and moping at the bar.

but ran only ever comes when something bad's happened.

and jinx has never accompanied any of silco's goons on one of these errands.

you assume the worst. your heart drops to your ass at the sight of ran and jinx on your doorstep, both looking haggard and scared.

jinx reaches out and grabs your arm before you can start weeping, shaking you a bit. "relax, would ya? it's not her, she's fine she's just..."

you gulp, looking to ran. they sigh. "silco's dead. she's... just sitting in his office... drinking."

jinx breaks into tears on the walk to the last drop, disappearing in an alleyway for the night. ran is solemn as they lead you to the bar.

"w-what happened?"

"dunno. jinx won't say. think she mighta killed him." ran shrugs. "think she did something bad in piltover too. shit's stirring and silco's dead and sevika's supposed to take over if this happens but--"

"take a breath." you say, patting your friend's back. "'s okay. she's gonna be fine."

this isn't true. but you know your wife wouldn't want you telling her troops any different. sevika's going to wake up sobbing for years to come, just another thing on the long list of losses that haunt her. you'll be there, though, like you are now-- to hold her and let her cry in your chest-- to remind her that she's got you. and you've got her.

she's slumped asleep on the couch when you enter silco's office. ran leaves you alone, closing the door behind themselves as the leave.

"sev." you whisper, gently nudging your wife. she snaps awake, taking a moment to drunkenly register her surroundings and your face, before she bursts into silent tears, leaning forward to bury herself against you. "fuck, honey." you coo, wrapping her up into a hug. "i'm so fuckin' sorry."

"i can't believe he fucking died. he's fucking invincible!" she cries. your heart shatters, and you kiss her scalp.

"sevika, baby. you know he isn't."

"but-- it's my fucking job to make him invincible and--"

"sev." you pull her face away from your chest, wiping up her tears and forcing her to look you in the eye. "it's your job to take over if shit goes south. that's your job. silco was not a god-- he was a man. and there is nothing you coulda done to save him, baby."

"i..." she trails off. you frown, already knowing what she was going to say, your heart breaking.

"you're gonna miss him."

she nods. "i fuckin' hate him, too." she says.

you chuckle, nodding. "i know, baby. that's the power of love."

sevika huffs and leans against you again. "how long do i have before shit gets real bad out there?"

"long enough to come home and get a proper sleep in." you say, dragging her toward the door.

sevika doesn't resist, letting you take her home. letting you care for her.

you kiss her before you leave the office, sweet and chaste but for long enough that you melt together. "thank you." you sigh.

"for what?"

"letting me take care of you before your big debut... sevika... the lioness of the lanes." you tease. sevika snorts at the nickname and rolls her eyes, and your heart flutters in your chest at the sound.

hi if u know who came up with the lioness of the lanes nickname pls lemme know so i can credit them!

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space-blue · 5 months ago

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Arcane 2 Trailer time!

Imagine this chick comes into your office and tells you what to do? What are you gonna do?? Tell her no?????

Overall Ambessa and Sevika are really making this season MILF o'clock.

It would seem that early season will focus on Jinx terrorist time...

This is sadly the only LoL skin she could afford...

If you like Cait AND you like your women in pain/getting squeeze like they're a pineapple in the werewolf fucking press, then it seems this season is going to be for you. But Cait isn't the only one having a bad time, seems like Heimerdinger losing his day job led to some relaxation of his principles:

Now focusing on Ekko, who we know is helping Heimer:

This has a chain to pull a mechanism, and we see some similar thing being pulled by an unknown character, just a much thicker chain.

These shots of the Firelights attacking AMBESSA's people lead me to believe that the story may look like > Councillors listen to Ambessa > The tensions with Zaun escalate > Jinx terrorism instead of resolution > Vi sees this as failure and returns to Zaun to try another way > Ambessa doesn't take no for an answer > everyone teams up against Noxus, bringing Zaun and Piltover together again.

By hair alone we can see a timeskip here. Love Ekko's outfit. Vi's simpler style with just a bit of Piltie chest armour gives me hope that she transitions away from being a Piltie Enforcer and more of a Vander style character, trying to mediate.

Notice how dark her roots are???? I am wondering because LOOK:

She has black hair!! With reddish tips?

SO THIS MEANS THIS IS VI'S NEW LOOK:

And this last shot confirms it! RHEA RIPPLEY makeover!!!!

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLESAEPLEASE BE REAL please don't be an inforcer don't be a cop please be cool please have an arc learn progress return to your people don't be a class traitor I beg I begwaah

My only criticism of this is that we now have 2 options: Either Vi is entering her goth era and is actively dyeing everything sloppily so that bits of Pink remain, or she has always been black haired, and has been dyeing her hair AND eyebrows pink her whole life, even as a child.

I get that it could be a cultural thing parents do, as my friend En suggested. I'd like this, if it weren't for the fact she was in stillwater for YEARS and I don't see them providing pink dye and a nice setup to bleach and dye safely...

Curious to see how it goes.

At this I screamed "Silco????" But not sure now. Seems too far off to be a Jinx vision.

There's also fucky things going on with the Arcane. We're told it's "waking up", which is curious because I was assuming mages across Runeterra were using the Arcane lots for their own magic, so very happy to learn more about it.

Also very cool to see a return of the wizard guy from Jayce's backstory:

Very excited for these depictions of magic :

Free feet included.

I'm pretty amazed that we have seen Zero Mel and Zero Jayce, and just 2-3 frames of hinted Viktor. Nice to see he'll go through with the transformation, but I'm curious as to why they're keeping the jeyvik divorce era so out of promo. Some of my friends feeling very edged right now.

Wondering if this is baby Powder flashbacks, or if we're going to get little kids getting dyed blue in celebration as we see adults do when they team up with her. I suspect if this is a kiddo who wanted to be blue like Jinx, this will be used as a parrallel, with them being caught in an attack that harkens back to the bridge.

The visual effects look insanely gorgeous, and also Jinx's very bad time tm is always on the menu. Very exciting!

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stanlunter · 1 month ago

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My headcanons on Arcane characters if they studied at school

Caitlyn:

- she is in the 10th grade

- excellent student, never cheats on exams

- performs all additional tasks to get the respect of teachers and be a good student

- she's good at sports, but doesn't like physical education lessons

- when she doesn't understand something, she asks Jayce for help and he explains everything very clearly

- lets only friends copy her homeworks/tests

- is always neat, wears blouses and jackets

- doesn't like to show off, but everyone knows how rich her family is

- doesn't have much friends, basically only Jayce and Vi, but also has good relationship with Mel

- helped Jayce to get together with Mel

- signed up for all school clubs and extras

Vi:

- she is in the 10th grade

- physical education is her favorite subject

- is really good at cheating on exams

- didn't leave the school only because she doesn't want to part with her friends and gf

- sometimes she skips lessons, but does it well not to have problems with teachers

- she is not stupid and is able to understand some difficult subjects, such as physics, but considers it useless and prefers to do something more "practical"

- only sits with Caitlyn

- considers most classmates very stupid and doesn't take them seriously

- tries to have a good reputation among the teachers so she can cover for Jinx if anything happens

Jayce:

- he is in 11th grade

- he's an excellent student, but he doesn't do anything "extra", even for a good grade

- he constantly argues with teachers, and usually turns out to be right, but they don't always admit it. So he doesn't have good relationship with all of the teachers

- He loves physical education, and loves playing volleyball with Vi

- goes to the same gym with Vi and always competes with her

- allows everyone to copy gis tests and homeworks

- is friendly and sociable, many people like him, but considers only Victor, Caitlyn, Vi and Mel as friends.

- usually sits with Viktor or Mel

- he and Mel are considered to be the "popular couple"

- he was in love with Mel since 5th grade, but they started dating only at 10th one

Jinx :

- she is in the 7th grade

- she often disrupts lessons, but the teachers are afraid to kick her out, and Vi tries to cover her up

- she constantly argues with the teachers, but not to prove she's right, but just because she can

- likes spending time with younger students like Isha

- once when she was studying at the 6th grade she called the fire alarm and everyone still remembers her for it

- skips a lot of the lessons, but still knows everything because she prefers to study by herself

Silco:

- a headmaster who is intentionally trying to make the students' lives worse and is convinced that this is the point of his job

- actually, he's the only reason why Jinx still hasn't been kicked out

- spends the entire school budget on expensive coffee

- he knows that everyone hates him and it doesn't bother him at all

- He only leaves his office on holidays, so only few people know what he looks like.

- he almost never listens to the complaints and opinions of the students, so the teachers don't send anyone to the headmaster except for Jinx

Viktor:

- he is in 11th grade

- he is very capable, but to be an excellent student, he has to work really hard.

- mutually dislikes Mel and doesn't know why (mainly because he believes that Mel has a bad influence on Jayce, but in fact he just wants a bigger friend group, even tho he's actually fine being friends with Jayce and Sky only)

- he refuses to cheat on exams because he wants to prove his abilities to himself

- Found it out that Sky was in love with him only after the graduation

- when he already knows the lesson good enough, he just spends it reading books or doing homework

- usually sits with Jayce, but sometimes with Sky too

- is agree with Jayce in most of his arguments with the teachers, but thinks it's stupid to conflict with them and doesn't like being involved

- Heimerdinger is the "father figure" teacher for him, with whom he spends a lot of time. Singed is also an important teacher to him, but not as close as Heimerdinger

Mel:

- she is in 11th grade

- is a member of the school council

- she tries to study diligently, but is an excellent student mostly due to her excellent reputation

- her favorite subject is history

- she doesn't tell others that Ambessa is her mother and only Caitlyn and Jayce know it

- she is considered to be the most beautiful girl in school

- the favorite of most of the teachers and gets along well with literally everyone in school

- always offres the best ideas in the school council, but because of Silco it is rarely possible to implement them.

- made the first step towards Jayce

- unofficially belongs to the company of "cool kids", but actually isn't really interested in them

- studies well to prove her abilities to Ambessa

- usually sits with Elora or Jayce

Sevika:

- Head teacher

- doesn't like kids very much

- nevertheless, she helps the school council to make the school at least a bit better

- allows herself to be openly rude to Silco, because she knows that she will not be replaced

- she always keeps cognac at school, but doesn't get drunk, she just drinks a little to reduce stress

- leaves work earlier than she supposes too and doesn't what Silco tells her

Ekko:

- he is in the 7th grade

- "the clown of the class", which is why some teachers dislike him

- he is able to express his dissatisfaction when it's needed, but does not argue much with teachers not to get in troublea

- he likes Jinx and Silko doesn't like it.

- is a skater

- has a company out of 7th grade students

- sometimes helps Jinx to make a fuss, but only a bit

Heimerdinger:

- physics & math teacher

- at least half of his lessons are about his life stories and morals

- explains his subject as clearly and easily as possible, so every student understands it

- Victor and Jayce are his favorite students and he sees great potential in them

- the students often make fun of him and don't take him seriously, but he's not aware of it

- nevertheless, the students love him, even Jayce, despite the fact that he constantly argues with him

- he often brings different sweets to the students

- every his lesson turns into a nightmare when Jayce or Jinx visit it. But without them his lessons are as calm and comfortable as possible.

Vander:

- he is a physical education teacher

- there are rumors that he was a school principal once

- all the children adore him, he gives them advices and supports them.

- organizes card games and board games in his office, so it's always fun there

- he communicates with Sevika well, but she doesn't like him

- lets the whole school eat from his refrigerator

- He openly calls Silco a terrible headmaster and constantly talks about it

Mylo:

- he is in the 9th grade

- he's not very smart, but thinks he is and acts as if he is, however he isn't stupid

- is good at joking

- helps Jinx forge documents since Vi refuses to

- secretly thinks Jayce is cool

- is always late at school

- likes to listen life stories of Heimerdinger and Benzo, spends most of his time in Vander's office

- tells everyone that he will leave the school, but he won't

- stopped teasing Jinx the moment Silco became a headmaster

Isha:

- she is in the 4th grade

- spends the free time with Jinx

- she studies at an average level: neither bad nor good

- plays Brawl stars

- she wears a backpack with a lot of pins, most of which were given by Jinx

- the only child whom Sevika loves, but it practically does not show up in any way.

- she really loves school

Claggor:

- he is in the 9th grade

- ia very good at physics

- is always with Mylo

- has a fairly large social circle, is friends with 7th graders

- not a genius, but is a pretty capable student

- never had a conflict with anyone and never got into trouble.

- skips classes only for really good reasons

Ambessa:

- the history teacher

- she's trying to get Mel to study harder, and it's working

- she is extremely strict, everyone is either afraid of her or hates her, and she loves this

- she constantly tells students that they will achieve nothing

- the only teacher Jayce is unable to argue and even Jinx is afraid of disrupting her lessons

Cassandra:

- represents the parent committee

- in the class chat she constantly complains about Silco, but it doesn't bring results.

- sent Caitlyn to a regular school so that she could learn to communicate with regular people and study diligently

- she gets along well with Jayce's mom well and they often discuss their children together

Grayson:

- Engliah teacher

- the is friends with Vander and Benzo, they often drink together on weekends

- the most fair teacher who does not treat anyone with prejudice

- She's probably the only teacher Jayce doesn't try to argue with, because she only tells the bare facts, doesn't impose her opinion, and doesn't state what she doesn't know for sure

- finds a unique approach to each student and students love her for this

- she likes to philosophy, but not during the lessons

Benzo:

- he is a shop teacher

- conducts the most chill lessons

- most of the time he hangs out with Vander

- his favorite student is Ekko

- tells students life stories and gossips among the teachers

- he knows about Ekko likes Jinx and is teases him for it every possible way

Singed:

- he is a cemistry and biology teacher

- is pretty creepy, everyone is afraid of him, including teachers and Silco

- his daughter is homeschooled, so no one has seen her, but everyone knows she exists

- there are rumors that he is doing something illegal in his free time, but no one wants to look for evidence

- he is always glad to answer all the students' questions, even the strange ones and really likes to communicate

Marcus:

- the school guard

- his daughter studies at elementary school.

- he is biased against students and only lets out those he considers good (Caitlyn and Mel) when they need to leave the school during the lessons, but he won't let Jayce out even when he has official reasons for it

- is really strict, at least tries to be

- but it's actually easy to have good relationship with him

- sucking up to Silko and Grace in every possible way

- he considers himself a very fair and excellent security guard

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Young Zaundads wip (5)

Despite Silco's promise of 'one drink', they end up spending the whole night talking in a corner of the mess hall. On two metal chairs taken from the tables, they sit with their heads close to be heard over the background noise. Noise that only grows louder with every round of drinks bought.

They've talked about Vander's parents, how Vander's memories of his dad always smell like seawater and fish; how his ma worked long days in a Piltover laundry, scrubbing fancy clothes until her hands were red and cracked. Vander found himself telling Silco that one night his dad's boat didn't return to the docks, leaving just him and his ma. They never knew what happened, if the boat capsized or his father just found another dock in another city, and Vander's never known which idea is worse.

He tells Silco about his ma's wooden spoon, quick to strike when she was in the kitchen, the way she'd sing a little flat and off-key. How she did her best but he still ran wild, got into fights and talked back to enforcers, and got good at sneaking home with a black eye.

When Silco asks about his ma, if she's still on the riverside, Vander shakes his head. "Grey lung," and he doesn't have to say anything else. It's rarer by the river but it's common in the fissures and the seams: everyone knows someone who coughed until they bled, who died gasping and gurgling for breath. It's an ugly way to go, but everyone in the undercity knows death isn't pretty.

"So you signed up for the mine?" Silco asks, turning his mostly full glass in his hand.

Vander's on his third ale but Silco's still on his first. He holds it in his hand, turns it, toys with it but all night he's only taken the smallest sips, mouth pursing when he swallows.

"You don't like it?" Vander asks.

"It's fine," Silco says dismissively.

"I could have bought you something else."

"The spirits they sell here could double as paint-thinner." Silco tilts his head up, giving the counter a judgemental sideways glance. It's an expression that suits his face well.

"The whiskey's not bad," Vander says, just to see how Silco will react.

He blinks at Vander, watches him like a hawk, and smoothly says, "I'll take your word for it."

"You haven't tried it?"

"I'm resisting the urge to drink myself into oblivion," Silco replies drily.

"I didn't." Those months after his ma died are a blur of alcohol and bar brawls, picking up jobs that fell apart a few weeks later. "After Ma died I drank too much and went looking for an excuse to fight. One night, some guy said if I wanted to punch something so badly, I should be working in the mines and getting paid for it."

Silco snorts but he doesn't interrupt further.

"I figured, why not? I hate boats. I get seasick, so I'm never going to be a fisherman. I don't want to trudge across that bridge every day to do some Piltie's dirty work. Why not try the mines?" Vander swallows the last of his ale and tucks the empty glass under his seat. "I could make some money and figure out what I want to do."

Silco raises an eyebrow, equal parts teasing and curious. "Have you worked out what that is?"

"I've only been here two months. I'll figure it out eventually."

"Such confidence," Silco says sarcastically.

Vander rolls his eyes at him. "What about you?"

"Me? My grand plan is not to die in this mine."

"No," Vander says easily, using the excuse of noise to lean in closer, "why did you start working in the mine?"

"Foundling," Silco says as if that should mean something to Vander. "I grew up in the Kiramman Home for Foundlings."

"So why did you choose the mine?" Maybe that's the wrong question because Silco pulls back to stare at him. "You don't seem to like it, so I'm wondering why you're here."

Silco looks around the room. To Vander, everyone looks like they're enjoying themselves, sharing drinks and conversations after a day's work. Silco sneers.

"The mine supports the Foundling home. Your parents die of Grey lung or they just don't want you, the Foundling home will give you somewhere to sleep and keep you fed. Until you get to eleven and then you get the choice: make your own way in the world or join the mine and have your own bed and food every night. Most foundlings come here."

Silco takes a sip of his lukewarm ale and leans forward, eyes bright and intense. "But what they don't tell you is that you'll only be paid if you meet an adult's quota. They don't tell you that the bunk you sleep in and every meal you eat is being tallied and added to your account. That by the time you're old enough and strong enough to get paid for a day's work, you'll owe them years of pay."

"How many years?" Vander asks and Silco's mouth twists into a snarl, sharp toothed and furious.

"If you meet quota every day, if you only pay for your bed and food, if you spend on nothing else, it would still take a dozen years to pay back. And if you try to run from here, they'll have the enforcers drag you back, beaten and bloody, and then they'll fine you for it as well." Silco drags in an angry breath, knuckles showing white around his glass. He shoves it at Vander, and then he stands up. "Most foundlings die in this place. I'm not going to."

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#zaundads #my current wip

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frostybearpaws · 1 month ago

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currently losing my mind,

I’ve been catching up with all the Star Wars stuff that’s come out over the past couple of years and also rewatching some older stuff,

and you know what you have two hyperfixations you will inevitably mix the two ideas together because why the hell not? It’s fun and it makes my brain juice flow instead of stagnating into pools of gross black oil

and I know I’ve also made some posts about this particular cross over in the past, but I have no idea where they are right now and I’m not going to go digging for them

Star Wars x Arcane

First up:

Sevika: I’ve got two ideas and I’m not sure which one I like more.

the first one Sevika is a mandalorian woman who is currently working as a bounty hunter to make ends meet. She’s ruthless but follows her own honor code when it comes to taking jobs. She was formerly a member of death watch but split and went her own path and their ideologies concentrated. She never removes her helmet and tends to get emotionally aggressive when someone tries to pry into her life before being a bounty hunter. (This is a coping mechanism bc she does not like to think about what happened).

the second one is Sevika is a clone like Emerie Karr from Bad Batch, so not only is she struggling with the horrors of war and the complicated emotions that come with being genetically identical to several million people, treated like an object, and devoid of right, she’s also suffering from the accelerated growth rate that causes her to age twice as fast. At the current point of her life she is traveling the universe doing odd jobs and trying to keep a low profile so she doesn’t get taken up by the empire. After all to the imperial’s she is still their property and they will do with her as they see fit. (Not if she has anything to say about it)

next up:

Silco & Vander: start as a packaged deal, they are both ex-inquisitors who fled and went into hiding. It wasn’t so much for noble reasons as it was they began to fear where their paths were going to lead them. They started a new life together and things were going well until their started to have differing opinions on what they needed to be doing which lead to Vander’s betrayal.

Silco: a Nautolan with a blueish gray skin tone. As his eyes are black the scares part of his face lead to the eye clouding over and impairing his vision. In the current day she travels around with Sevika completing jobs with her. They have a very very complicated relationship. (Bonus: they fought over him taking Jinx in the same way a couple would fight over someone impulsively taking home a stray animal)

Vander: a Shistavanen which if you don’t know look like fricken werewolves, he would end up looking something like this:

side note: yes Silco and Vander were in love and that was part of the reason for them leaving. Now imagine a squid fucking a werewolf

I’ve decided to make Powder/Jinx a Twi’Lek which means that Vi is also a Twi’Lek. They are respectively blue and pink. Jinx has some white dappling along her lekku. Vi doesn’t have any such thing but she does maintain her arcane tattoo along her back.

one thing about Twi’Leks is that they are highly sexualized and often enslaved. Jinx and Vi went about fighting against this stereotype in two completely different ways. Vi fights against it, actually building up muscle and training herself to fight.

Jinx on the other hand leans into the sexualized aspect but uses it as a lure to draw people in. She effectly masks how dangerous she actually is.

Jinx is force sensitive while Vi is not. After their falling out Silco finds her and takes her on, eventually taking her on as an apprentice.

#arcane #arcane x star wars #sevika #silco #jinx #vi #vander #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #arcane silco #silco arcane #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #vi arcane #arcane vi #vander arcane #arcane vander

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liciapeonia · 7 months ago

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Rainy night

jinx and fem!reader

Today was different there were no people talking loudly outside your window even though it's 1am it's normal that this part of the city never stops the point is that tonight it was raining a lot, the sewage is not exactly effective and the flow of water was huge there were floods there was no one on the streets, you could hear the noise of the thunder there was a strong wind and from your bedroom window you could see the rays hitting the buildings

You're renovating arms, some say your boss gets them illegally to sell but it's just rumors, you and jinx met when your boss took you and your co-workers to a ''fancy'' bar in Zaun, your friends were already drunk, you got away from them and started talking to the bartender, that's when you and she met after that day, she would go to your boss's store to ask for parts for your guns or just to stay there talking to you while you had a job to finish. Maybe it's something more than friendship, you and she have been in bed a few times, and you stay up for hours talking, you don't know exactly what it is about her, but you know that she feels the same way about you, your relationship, even if it's not publicly confirmed, people already know not to mess with the jinx girl, her love language is touch, always with one hand on you and when someone interrupts a conversation between you, all she has to do is look at the person's face with her angry eyes… you never notice.

It was a very bad night, even if there were no people shouting outside, the rays and thunder wouldn't let you sleep. Lying down and staring at the ceiling, you begin to ramble on about how she looks and how you wish she were with you. then you hear a noise on the other side of your door so you get up from your bed wearing only a pair of panties and a baggy blouse and take a knife, going to the door you open it a little to see who it is then you see Jinx wet because of the rain, smiling at you, dropping the knife on the table and opening the door more, you look at her with surprise.

"Hey what are you doing here it's crazy out there

''I just came to visit but if you want I can go'' she says walking in and looking at what you're wearing with an even bigger smile

''No it's okay I wasn't getting any sleep anyway'' you say excitedly closing the door behind her ''I'll get some clothes for you if you're hungry take what you want'' you say going to the bedroom to get a big blouse for her too and she goes after you hypnotized by your figure.

"Silco, you're driving me crazy, he won't let me do anything," she says, going into your room and starting to take off her shoes and clothes.

You help her and hand her the blouse while you take the wet clothes and put them in a corner ''he must just be worried'' you say as you lie down on the bed.

"No, he's just annoying," she says, going over to the bed and lying down with you, clinging to you with one hand on your hip and her face on your neck. "At least there's the doctor to listen to his stories, the other day he took me to that dirty river and my hair got all stinky," she says.

You laugh lightly ''But I was there to help clean it up and besides you didn't tell me the real reason you were here'' you say pressing her body to yours "I just… they wouldn't stop talking, the noise of the rain was awful too I just… couldn't stand to be there with them'' she said vulnerably and in a sad voice.

''It's ok come whenever you want no problem I was here missing you too'' you say now looking at her and kissing her on the lips.

You have a light snogging session then you start chatting about the day and soon fall asleep in each other's arms.

I hope you like it, kiss and chesse.

★,°*:.☆*.°★* ☆* .｡.:*☆

#arcane jinx x reader #jinx x fem!reader #lesbianism #sapphic #jinx #fluff #arcane x reader #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #peonic jinx

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am-i-interrupting · 2 years ago

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please could you do something for arcane where reader comes home in a sling and is like "haha funny story" and it turns out they fractured their elbow? i fell off my bike at 8am yesterday morning and biked for idk how may miles and did farm work before going to the hospital roughly 7 hours later. turns out it wasn't a bad bruise like i thought lol. now im in a sling for 6 weeks and it was kinda sus that i was losing mobility in my arm throughout the day before i went to the hospital

Caitlyn

She will go into protective mode immediately.

She is by your side as much as you’ll allow her, getting you everything you need and more.

She will buy you sweets and get you your favorite drink every day during your recovery.

Will be giving you a lot of face kisses when she gives you something or does something you can’t do at the moment.

If anyone gives you the pity look and starts treating you differently she is glaring at them with a stare so hard and cold they stop immediately. Don’t say anything just half, turn around, and walk away.

Ekko

He will immediately check you over for any other bruising or cuts as soon as the news is broken.

He’s extra doting during your recovery, many kisses and cuddles, will fret over whether or not you’re actually comfortable laying with him.

He’s not the tallest individual so if he can’t get something for you, he is asking the other Firelights to get it for you.

On that topic, when he’s not around he has asked several of the Firelights to not smother you but stay near in case you need something.

Just super sweet and helpful during your recovery all around.

Jinx

She is immediately asking who hurt you and when you reveal that it was your own clumsiness, she takes a breath and jokes about it.

She will try to act like it’s no big deal but always has you in the peripheral of her vision.

She’s not as good as she thinks she is at hiding her hovering habits during this time.

She is making and stealing you so many pretty things during this time just to see you smile.

She will also do your hair for you if it’s long enough to style and she is joining you in the bath to wash and brush it.

Silco

When you explain what happened, he will act like he’s scolding you but in reality it’s simply a rouse to disguise his concern. It’s not easy at the best of times, much less when you’re injured.

He will be giving you the best medicine available for any pain.

He’s also making you teas that are supposed to help soothe pain as well. Where he got such high quality tea? He won’t tell you but it’s there.

It’s also like he can read your mind because if you even think of getting something it’s already on the table in front of you.

You’re also not going to work for the entirety of your recovery. It doesn’t matter if you work for him or someone else. If you work for someone else and they refuse to be accommodating, fine you’ve got a new job with Silco waiting for you when you’re better.

Viktor

He is absolutely worried for you but understands how annoying it can be to have people try to do things for you because you’re in pain.

He will only get things for you if you ask and he is happy to do so.

He will massage your shoulder if it starts to hurt from the sling.

Is giving you alternative pain meds to try if the ones you have aren’t working.

He will also hold ice to your elbow so you don’t have to since it can be a pain.

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eggcompany · 9 days ago

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Prof. S Part 1

Viktor never had a reason to visit Professor Silco. Until he did. He had a huge crush on the political science professor, had thought about him many times.

He didn't expect the professor to like him back. Or to be so enthusiastic. He felt good, he wanted it.

(Viktor is 17, almost 18, in this fic when they first get together. Silco didn't know. it's a thing)

Viktor didn’t like running around during the day. He preferred doing his job at night. He could walk slowly, at his own pace and not be in anyone’s way.

So that’s what he did. He mostly made copies and graded papers during the day and then after 5pm. he delivered papers and made his way to the other professor’s offices or dropping things off at their mailboxes.

Most people were gone, some weren’t.

Professor Silco was always there, but he never had anything to give to the political science professor. Until there was.

Just one paper.

One paper and he had a reason to knock on the professor's door, to crack it open and announce himself over the soft music playing on a polished wooden player, the soft jazz a tantalizing background. He finally had a reason to stand in front of the dark wooden desk, heart racing as he stood feet from the man he’s found himself wishing for, wanting for since he watched one of his lectures. He finally had a reason to stand before him, unable to meet the professor’s gaze, one blue eye appraising him, the other hidden away by a patch, lined with thick scarring.

Viktor didn’t know why he had fallen for the professor. Maybe it was the way he barked out orders, how he commanded a stage when he held seminars and instructurals, maybe it was because he was a Zaunite professor, one of only two in the entire college. Maybe it was that he always looked so handsome, in his perfectly styled outfits and slicked back hair, his polished shoes and his tailored waistcoats.

“How can I help you, this late?” Silco asked, his voice hitting Viktor’s ears in a way that made him feel warm all over. He took in a shaky breath before answering.

“I um… I’m Viktor, I’m an office assistant and I have a delivery for you, sir.” Viktor said, leaning against his crutch as he handed over the document. He was a little shaky, eyes watching as the older man’s hand came up to take the paper. He had big hands, bigger than Viktor’s own. He wondered how it’d feel to hold them, to interlock their fingers.

“And why are you here so late? You should be in bed by now, boy.” Silco chastised slightly, he scanned over the paper, glancing at it.

“I do most of my delivering at night. Usually everyone is already home so I can just put things in mailboxes and I don’t have to worry about being in people’s way, or tripping anyone.” Viktor explained, nodding down at his crutch. The professor looked up and looked over his crutch, the colorful tape that criss crossed it, the stickers he’d stuck on it.

“I see… why don’t you come in, sit down for a moment.” Silco offered, sitting back in his chair as he read over the documents more carefully. Viktor’s breath caught for a moment as he looked at the overstuffed chair that sat opposite of the professor.

“Thank you, you're my last delivery.” Viktor thanked as he eased himself into the seat. He took a breath, taking in all the scents of the office, wood polish and old books, a tinge of cigar smoke. He relaxed into the seat full, the weight being off his bad leg feeling quite nice. There weren’t many benches around campus, he hadn’t sat down in a while.

He looked at the professor. So handsome and his hair looked nice where it had slipped from its usual slicked back coiffed look, a few strands hanging over his forehead. And his tie was loose, the top button of his shirt undone. Viktor was caught there, at the hollow of his throat, where his collar bones were barely visible. He wondered what the professor looked like under his tailored vest and button up, he was slim but was he strong or weak? How did age treat his body? Did he have chest hair? Or did he shave? Did it never show up like Viktor’s own? Did he have scars like the ones on his eye? He was deep in thought, staring at that small spot of previously unseen skin.

“I may catch fire if you keep staring like that.” Silco said, not moving from his position, just looking over the top of the paper to look at Viktor’s red face.

Viktor gasped and looked away. Caught.

“I’m sorry.” Viktor said as his face heated up, embarrassment hitting him as he looked down at the floor.

“Don’t be. If you hadn’t actually delivered me something, I would have assumed you came here, in the darkness of the night, to do something far less clerical.” Silco said as he let the paper drop onto his desk, hands clasped in his lap, legs spread wide as he sat back into his chair.

Viktor turned more red. The thoughts of how it would feel to sit in his lap as he worked on a lecture or graded papers, was not helping his case. He looked down at his shoes. This wasn’t appropriate, to be wanting a professor, a man so much older than himself. It wasn't okay to act like this in school.

“Come here.” Silco's voice caught him, low and commanding, making Viktor come up out of his seat like he was being pulled. He leaned against the professor's desk as he moved to stand in front of him.

He kept his eyes down, looking over the shined loafers and long legs of the older man. Eyes on his lap, his hands that were clasped there, the small scars that scattered them, the marks from busting his knuckles open a long time ago. He wondered absently if Silco had been a fighter in his youth.

The thought didn’t last long, as one of those hands reached out and curled against his hip, thumb rubbing across the bump of his hip bone.

“I haven’t seen you around, Viktor.” Silco said,a statement and not a question. The way he said Viktor’s name made a shiver roll down his spine.

“I’m a freshman.” Viktor said the words coming out just above a whisper. His heart was racing and he watched Silco’s hand wrapped around him, warm and strong.

“Hmm” Silco hummed as his hand reached over and slipped the tips of his fingers under the edge of his sweatshirt, teasing above the waistband of his slacks, against the soft skin of his belly.

Viktor gasped, shivering at the feeling. It was so intimate, being touched by a man like that. His fingers were rough, they felt even rougher against the soft sensitive skin of his lower stomach.

“So sweet. Did you know I stay late only on Thursdays? Did you plan this to happen, pet?” Silco asked as his other hand joined the first at grabbing Viktor’s hips, rubbing his thighs through his slacks.

Viktor didn’t know. He didn’t plan it. He just… It was just a strike of luck.

Viktor shook his head, eyes closing as his underpants got damp, too hot in his pants. He couldn’t help it, Professor Silco was looking so closely at him, his eye full of hunger. It was making him feel all… tingly.

“I don’t believe you~” Silco said in a teasing way as he pulled Viktor’s hips forward, making the younger man stumble forward a small step before he was being shoved back. Silco lifted him as he pushed him back, making the boy perch on the edge of his desk, sat up on the wood.

Silco stood up, caging Viktor in with his arms, hands on the desk beside each of his legs. Viktor’s eyes were wide as he looked up at Silco, looking at his thin lips and sharp eye.

“What does a precious thing like you want with me?” Silco asked leaning down, the words coasting over Viktor’s face, over his own lips. The professor's breath smelled a bit like brandy. The sharp alcohol cut with a nutty woody scent.

Viktor couldn’t even function, he can feel the heat of the other man, he must be warm to hug, is he… Viktor couldn’t think with the throb in his pants, the way he ached, knowing how close the other man was.

Silco smiled at Viktor, the little thing looked whorish, sat on his desk with trembling thighs and a pink face, eyes round. He was cock drunk with his pants on, a tempting thing desperate to be fucked. Silco couldn’t remember the last time someone had tried this, but this boy wasn’t even his student. What luck.

Silco leaned down and connected their lips. Viktor whined, a high noise that broke from his throat as he melted, he reached out, hands going over Silco’s chest until he just grabbed fistfuls of his vest.

It was a soft kiss, Silco dominated it, taking control and guiding them. And then he was pushing Viktor’s mouth open, tongue pushing into his mouth to explore. Viktor couldn’t keep up, letting the professor take and take. It was slow and wet and spit was starting to drip over his chin. It was like no kiss he’d ever had before, dizzying and hot.

Silco grabbed Viktor’s waist, closing the space between them, chest to chest, hips to-

“Oh darling, you poor thing.” Silco said as his hips met the students, pressing into a burning hot, soft cunt. Not the hard line of a cock he was expecting from the boy.

Viktor was trembling, panting, mouth open with his tongue sitting just inside his lip, drooling and dumb. It was incredible, feeling someone press against him, the way the professor wasn’t too gentle, not too rough but forceful.

“Beautiful, what a nice little surprise.” Silco praised as his hands came down to open the boy's slacks, undoing the line of buttons holding them closed.

Viktor watched breathlessly, looking down as he watched the older man’s fingers slide down his belly, under the waistband of his blue underpants, over the wispy hair that tried to grow over his measly mound, down to cup the entirety of his weeping soaked cunt.

Viktor couldn’t breath, he looked up at Silcos face, and the man was looking right back at him. Viktor couldn’t help the way his eyes burned and his lip trembled. It was so… much. Everything happening around him was like a dream, like he’d wake up, like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Silco didn’t pull his hand away but used his free hand to pull Viktor close, guiding the boy to wrap his arms up around his shoulders, pulling them close. He shushed him, hand going up into his hair, down his back, ignoring the bumps and structure of his brace, and back again.

Viktor held on, shoving his face into the man’s warm neck, breathing in the scent of cologne the man wore, something a little spicy, expensive and rich. His heart was racing, he felt a little dizzy. It was incredible.

“Shush now, so sensitive. Sensitive little thing hmm? So wet .” Silco practically purred into Viktor’s ear as his fingers moved against him, two slipping between his folds, running over his opening, slick covering his hand from fingertips to palm.

Viktor panted trying to stay calm as the new sensations flooded him. It was different from his own fingers. Silco’s hands were thin but strong. It felt like he was encompassing Viktor entirely, from the electricity between his legs, to the steady body he was leaning against, to the scent that was filling his head.

Silco moved his hand, drawing his fingers up through the mess of slick, feeling all that hot tender flesh, up to the tiny bud of his clit, pressing against it gently.

Viktor jumped, crying out as tears broke free, rolling down his cheeks, his thighs tensed up. He was glad he was up on the desk because he would’ve fallen, with how his body jerked both towards and away from the feeling. It was like being electrocuted, but in a good way.

“Such a small cock on you, so little yet so… sensitive.” Silco praised as he spread his fingers around Viktor’s clit before giving it a pinch. Viktor screamed, body jumped jerking away. He looked at Silco, eyes wide, shocked at what he was doing. When he touched himself it was… he rubbed on his pillow it had always been good but it was never so… forceful. The pleasure never hit him so directly, so overwhelmingly.

Silco pulled away for a moment to look at the boy’s face, teary and red, mouth open. What a darling boy, a sweet little toy, Silco thought.

“Get these out of the way.” Silco said and yanked at the open slacks that were confining his hand.

Viktor put his weight on his feet again and pushed his slacks down to his knees, his underwear following. His brace was exposed, the thick fabric around his thigh, and the thicker part supporting his knee was catching the fabric of the slacks and underwear. He pushed and yanked it but gave up when he heard the clink of a belt being undone.

He looked up and watched as Silco was undoing his belt, unbuttoning his suit pants and pulling his hard cock out.

Viktor never actually saw one before. A real penis, hard and ready. He’d seen pictures in his dirty magazines, and the one time he tried watching a video.

But the one that was presented before him was different. It was… not scary. It was kind of cute. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t creepy looking like the ones with blue veins and a weird end. It was pink and straight and the tip was darker but not too dark. It was… well it was nice.

“Can I touch it?” Viktor asked, the words tumbling from his brain to his mouth before he could try to filter them. Silco stopped what he was doing and looked at Viktor curiously. Viktor nodded down at the erection that was only mere inches from his own sex.

“Can I touch your um… your thing?” Viktor stumbled through, face burning up, from his neck to the top of his head, embarrassment cooking him alive. Silco huffed a laugh, a deep sound that sounded both beautiful and humiliating.

Silco leaned down, speaking right into Viktor’s ear.

“You can touch my cock. Don’t ruin the fun now though, I haven’t even finished getting you ready yet.” Silco growled. He reached down again to rub over Viktor, fingers rubbing against his slit. Viktor reached out too, wanting to really take in the feeling of touching a man.

Viktor tried to concentrate but it was nice being touched. He tried to not think about the fingers that were gliding through his folds, every so often hitting his clit. The cock in his hand was… strange. He liked it. It was the length of his hand, from wrist to fingertips, and thick enough he could wrap his fingers around it but only barely. It was stiff, not hard like a solid object, but stiff and strong. The skin was very hot and strangely velvety soft, moving a bit under his hand. And the hair at the base was trimmed short and kinda prickly. The veins were subtle and slightly raised, but not gross feeling. The tip was very hot, and had a different texture, almost spongey, and slightly damp.

Silco sighed at the boy's clumsy hand playing with his cock. Cold, boney hand exploring him. It was endearing, but irritatingly gentle. He slid his fingers to Viktor’s dripping hole, getting them nice and slick before pressing against the little opening.

Viktor pulled his hand back, as something other than his own fingers breached him. It felt good. Too good. It was a lot, as two fingers pushed into him, gently rocking, moving deeper inside. He focused on it, the ease as his body opened up for the older man. He gasped and curled back up around the professor, face hiding in his shoulder, hands grasping at the sides of his vest.

“So wet, doll, so soaked. You’re so desperate for it, your body needs this huh? Poor little thing, so cock hungry.” Silco taunted, the words hot against Viktor’s ear. Another finger joined the first two, petting over all the good places inside that Viktor hadn’t even known about.

Viktor was moaning, body feeling melted, like jelly as waves of pleasure crashed through him. It was.. magic. What was happening to him, it was like nothing else. He couldn’t contain himself as his hips wiggled, as the sounds came rushing out of his mouth, whines and moans.

“So noisy. Stay for a moment, can’t have you getting into trouble.” Silco said as he pulled away, pressing a kiss to Viktor’s open lips as he pulled his hand away from him. Viktor couldn’t think, watching with blind eyes as Silco dug through his own sleek satchel bag, pulling a golden packet from it.

“‘At’s that?” Viktor asked as he sat on the desk, slick sliding between his folds and down to the wood. It would be messy to clean up. Silco came back, ripping the packet open and taking out the condom from within.

Viktor knew what that was. A condom. He didn’t need to use that, but Viktor didn’t have enough in his mind to say that. He just knew that meant they were actually going to do it. He tried to kick his pants the rest of the way off, getting his slacks passed his brace.

“Quit kicking, shoes first.” Silco instructed and grabbed Viktor’s legs, stopping his movements. Soon Silco had pulled the pants and soft underwear away, Viktor’s sneakers fallen to the floor, leaving him naked from the waist down, except for his brace and his striped ankle socks.

Silco spread his legs out, baring him open to the air. Viktor whined, a thrum deep in his belly as he was looked at. He felt himself twitch under the sharp gaze of the professor, knowing how messy he must look. Silco got between his legs, leaning over the boy who was half sat up, laying on his desk.

“Ready for my cock, darling? So open, so ready. Little cock slut huh?” Silco asked as he lined up with Viktor’s hole, just letting his tip kiss the boy’s opening. He pressed a kiss to Viktor’s lips.

Viktor whined and wrapped his arms back around Silco’s shoulders, hiding his face in the rich fabric of his shirt. He wanted it. He needed it.

Then it was like a brand, hot and hard and slippery against his hole. The tip of his cock felt impossibly big, bigger than what he’d just had his hand wrapped around. It was too big, it was forcing his body open.

“Breathe” Silco said, voice a little soft, gentle as his hands held Viktor close, a hand on his lower back, below his brace, and one on his hip. Viktor obeyed, sucking in a shaking breath before blowing it out. He could feel the second he relaxed, his body wasn’t trying to force Silco out, but letting it in .

The press was… Viktor couldn’t dream of a better feeling. It was fulfilling in a way that made him shiver. He felt like a gap was being filled, all the way until Silco was all the way in. It wasn’t too painful, but the stretch, he could feel his muscles straining.

“So tight, good boy. Good boy.” Silco purred both his hands grabbing Viktor’s thighs before he pulled out and thrusted back in properly, a slick slide spreading him open all over again.

Viktor cried out, it was too much and not enough, it was heaven, it was pure bliss. The drag out was heavy pleasure and the thrust in was sparkling and shocking. It was like nothing else. It wasn’t like his fingers, it wasn’t like what he’d read about. He felt blind and deaf, the world falling away around him.

Silco was huffing, grunts every so often. But the words , the words that fell from his lips went straight to Viktor’s head. His hands were holding onto the boy’s thin thighs tightly, pulling him into each thrust, not missing a beat as he spoke.

“So good, doing so well Viktor. You’re such a good boy, so sensitive, so tight.” Silco praised, hips snapping up, taking what he wanted from the boy.

Viktor felt like he was drowning, crying out as he clawed against Silco’s back, searching for purchase. He ended up with a fistfull of his shirt, holding on tightly as his body moved with each thrust. He felt his insides spreading around Silco’s cock, closing up behind it just to open again.

Silco’s fingers left where they’d been grabbing, making marks on the boy’s hip, to slide over to his cunt once again, searching for the little bundle of nerves again.

“Come on, sweetheart, you’re almost there. Precious, tender little thing” Silco growled, voice a little of kilter, as his hips sped up, losing their rhythm a bit, his fingers finding the boy’s clit, pressing roughly against it.

Viktor saw white, his vision fizzling to blank white as something took over his entire body, like floating on water and shocked sharply.

He was shaking, sobbing, muscles contracting and releasing all at the same time. It was more than everything he read about. Everything he was told about. Orgasmic pleasure. It was confoundingly shocking, he couldn’t stop what was happening, his head getting emptied and his body shaking. It was everything, and then it was just blankness.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he was met with Silco standing there, cradling him against his chest. Silco’s pants were done up again, and the condom was hidden away in the nearby trash can. One hand was on the back of Viktor’s head, the other going up and down his back.

“There you are, yes, you did so well” Silco said softly as he combed through the sweaty hair that was starting to stick to Viktor’s forehead. Silco stayed there, in no hurry as he let Viktor come down from his high, combing through his hair, lips pressing little kisses to the top of his ear, his head, just being close.

Viktor blinked as his breath started to calm down, a pressure on his chest lifting. He smiled up at the older man, he didn’t care if he looked like a dope, he was so happy. He felt so amazing. Silco kissed him, not a heated open mouthed thing, but slow and sweet.

“Are you always so loud, pet?” Silco asked as he stepped back, once Viktor stopped shaking. The boy sniffled but soon Silco had a tissue, taken from the box nearby, wiping off his messy face, letting him blow his nose.

“I dunno, never did it.” Viktor answered as he wiped off his face and his forehead.

“Hmm?” Silco hummed in question as he gathered up the boy’s clothes. Viktor fiddled with the tissue in his hands thinning about it.

“I never did it, I don’t know how much is too loud. How much is regular.” He said, feeling a little guilty about being too loud. It was embarrassing. Silco turned to look at him, eye wide as he looked over the boy, looking from his face, down to his loose, used up hole.

“You’re… you were a virgin?” Silco asked, voice quiet and gentle. He came up to the boy, standing in his space one again.

“Outdated social construct. But-um- yes.” Viktor answered, face red, looking away. He felt like shrinking, not wanting to say anything more embarrassing to the older man.

“Oh darling, you should have told me, I would have taken more time. Are you hurt?” Silco said, pity in his voice as he took Viktor’s chin in his fingers, raising his face up to be face to face. Viktor couldn’t say anything, just staring up at Silco’s face, he looked… different. Too soft, too gentle, it made Viktor’s heart beat against his ribs.

Viktor shook his head and pulled away from the older man’s hands. He just looked down, reaching over for his clothes. He stood up, grabbing his underwear to put them back on. They were wet and gross. Silco offered his hand to help steady him as he got his underwear and pants back on.

“I was too busy getting into the school when I turned old enough back home. I’ve been busy since I got here.” Viktor explained. Sex was viewed differently between Zaun and Piltover. In Zaun sex was a part of human nature, like physical affection but deeper, it was bonding. In Piltover it was more intimate, a baring of souls or what have you, it was a thing to do with each other, not bonding but fun.

Silco hummed, listening as he bent down to help put the blue sneakers back onto the boy’s feet.

“You’re from where? Entresol I presume?” Silco asked, thinking of the cold horrid place he’d visited once, a long time ago. The accent that carried in the boy's voice, it was similar. Viktor leaned on the desk to fix the laces of his shoes, to fix his pants, wanting to flee from the nice treatment, to go curl up and savour the bone deep feeling that blanketed him.

“I was born there. I grew up and lived in Zaun. I went to-to Zaun Secondary.” Viktor explained. Silco stopped for a moment. Zaun Secondary. Didn’t secondary students graduate a year earlier in Zaun than Piltovian? Didn’t Viktor say he was a freshman. Freshman.

“How old are you Viktor?” Silco asked in a panic as he sat back down in his chair, watching as Viktor moved around his desk to get his cane.

“Seventeen. I’m old enough for-for this.” Viktor said as he got his barely working legs to stay straight with the help of the crutch. Silco groaned and leaned forward, thunking his head against the desk. It smelled like the boy's pussy, musky and rich. He’d have to scrub it with something heavily scented.

“Piltover age of consent is eighteen Viktor, eighteen . I knew you were trouble.” Silco groused as he kept his head down. Oh mistakes, doesn’t everyone make them. Viktor gasped and had a horrored look on his face.

“Why? I’m- In Zaun it is sixteen. Sixteen. I didn't- I don't- I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. I I I-” Viktor tried to say but was stumbling over his words. His heart was racing and his eyes felt hot. He didn’t mean to do something wrong. He hadn’t even been trying to have sex with the professor, it just happened! He was about to start crying again, getting dizzy as his heart sped up.

“Viktor, come here. And listen closely.” Silco said as he sat back in his chair and Viktor moved as fast as he could to stand beside the professor. Silco’s hand rested against his hip once again as he spoke clearly. His hair was a mess and his clothes were all messed up. Viktor stared down at his hand.

“You will come see me at this time next week. Not a day sooner or later. Understand? Do not come near me till then.” Silco explained, seriously.

“Yes sir.” Viktor replied, calming down a bit at not getting berated.

“Good now give me your cellphone. Do not text me, I will text you with instructions. Understand.” Silco asked and Viktor handed over his cellphone. Soon it was handed back, a number typed in under ‘Prof. S’ Viktor nodded and held the phone to his chest.

“Go now, before I relapse in my judgement.” Silco sighed and Viktor smiled and left. He couldn’t stop smiling. His insides felt weird and gooey and his legs wobbled and his hips ached but woah. He waited until he was tucked away back in the office before letting himself let out a giddy noise, giggling as he stared down at the phone number.

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Arcane and systemic issues aka why Jinx isn't the biggest problem for Arcane's characters

So this post is mainly based on this comment I saw on some random reaction video that said Jinx was the biggest problem in Arcane's universe and why they are wrong. Did we watch the same show? Of course you can root for whoever you want to but I don't feel like you can say people of the undercity revolting are the main problem.

See the thing is Jinx wouldn't have been created as she is if it weren't for her being born on the wrong side of town. I've seen people say Mylo created Jinx or Vi created Jinx but the thing is that arcanes society as it is created Jinx. Often when people talk about powder I see people say that she's only a kid and of course she's bad at stuff, but I think the bigger issue isn't that Powder is bad at stuff it's that she shouldn't have to be good at making bombs, or fighting, or parkour. Powder was a child, a sensitive child at that she's not less talented than any other normal child but, she's surrounded by other kids who have had to have thick skin and have been forced to survive on their wits. Of course, compared to Mylo, Claggor, and Vi she's the weak link because she's the only one in that group who doesn't have something she excells in. Powder has the talent of a child because she is a child who shouldn't have been forced to be at anything other than a childs level. Vi has always been a fighter from what we've seen and that's something that helps her but not every kid is like that, not every kid is a natural leader and they shouldn't have to be they're children it's their job to learn. But for kids like Mylo they don't see it that way all they can see is that everybody else is good at something except for Powder. Mylo makes Powder feel bad for not being good at anything, for jinxing every job because in his eyes she should be up to Zaun's standards. Even though the kids in Zaun shouldn't have to be tough, by normal standards Powder is a smart child but by the undercity's standards she's a weak link. It's not that Powder is bad at everything or a Jinx she's just a child who wasn't born equipped for the world she was brought in.

One of the things I love about arcane is how much content they give us outside of the canon show especially, the enemy music video. Scene's that stick with me are when Powder see's these two people fighting and she has this sad little face it's so heartbreaking, and when she does her little finger gun thing with enforcers. Which brings me to my next point, the undercity is ultimately stuck in a cycle of violence. Doesn't it say something that Silco's best idea of how to control the undercity is to introduce a highly addictive and dangerous drug that grants ordinary people the chance to be strong and retaliate. Most of the enforcers don't care about justice and are more focused on keeping people in the undercity than keeping peace. When you're raised around violence for that long it becomes all you know, hell what made Powder get into wanting to make bombs in the first place. As long as Jinx has been alive the enforcers and topside has been the enemy who has repeatedly said let them eat cake to the undercity's struggles. In fact the entire undercity is full of Jinx's, people who crave violence and chaos who begin to have an unstoppable rage against topside. Jinx is the person who had the guts to look topside in the face and declare war, a revolution to cut off Marie Antoinette's head. Of course in that moment for Jinx it probably was not a statement it was an act of hate, an act of passion, an act of rebirth.

Jinx is a symbol because of her defiance (killing the counselors) but somebody was going to have to do it eventually. Jinx is every top-siders worst stereotype about people from the undercity personified, but of course she is she's a mentally unstable person raised in a society that would rather pretend she does not exist rather than stopping this cycle of poverty and insanity. Of course she's a stereotype in a government that's done barely anything to support her or her sister. And the thing is it was never about Jinx, well it is but not really. Jinx is a name for the monster, a face to make the people raise their pitchforks and burn the entire coven. Jinx is the image not the movement. The biggest issue with the undercity isn't that the people are naturally disturbed it's that they're trapped in an endless cycle of suffering that ultimately leads to mentally unwell people.

Classism is such a big subject when it comes to arcane that I feel as if some fans refuse to acknowledge in a way that says something other than "oh yeah the under city is poor how sad". So many people talk about how you shouldn't compare trauma but it's objectively clear how class effects how people handle trauma. One of the biggest examples is Powder and Vi's parents death vs Caitlyn's mom dying. A line that sticks with me is during the first episode of season two when Vi says she watched the enforcers kill her parents and that Caitlyn has no idea how that feels then Caitlyn says she does because she's sounds so genuine when she says this but she doesn't at all. When Jinx killed Caitlyn's mom she was allowed to hate Jinx, allowed to hate the people of the undercity and nobody ever tries to justify her mother's death. Vi doesn't have that luxury she can't afford to not like the enforcers, she's not allowed to not like them because "they're a symbol of justice" sure they killed her parents but these are the supposed good guys! Vi isn't allowed to express her grief for her parents because the same people who killed them are the same people supposed to protect them, she can't afford to not like people from top side because "they're the good guys the civilized one's among a sea of beasts" sure they made mistakes and sure those mistakes get people from the undercity killed but still "We're the good guys"

Caitlyn claims that Vi can show people that not all of Zaun supports Jinx which feels wrong especially since Jinx shot that rocket with absolutely nobody supporting her. People supported Silco and that they should fight but in that moment that killed Cait's mom it was only Jinx. Yet for Caitlyn it's not Us vs Jinx, it's Us vs The undercity, she even tells Vi that she thought Vi was on their side. Not the side of justice the side of piltover because all it took for Caitlyn to hate the undercity was one bad person. That's what it took to make her see these people as inhumane and lesser than the people of piltover. Caitlyn and Jinx are parallels and I think the only difference between them that isn't just class is that; somebody gave a name to Powder's monster.

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