#silver the chembaron

[songofsilentechoes]

Clearly there was no better place to start Nova's Holiday Gift Giving Campaign than here! So with a confident strut, the goathorse got right on it, and started tracking the girls to give them Mom's gifts.

For Noelle there was a device filled with pearls, that when it identified whistling, would move them up and down like a wave.

For Trinity there was a new guitar, which had a design that was strikingly similar to Svarna's rock and lava like skin.

For Jingle Cait got some of the arcade cabinets which she enjoyed to play and put it in her room.

For Wicht there was a tiny replica map of Hyrule for her to put up in one of the lamps.

For Lyric it was a tiny Brass shark, which would spray her favorite fragance.

And for Silver it was small black gold desk toy of a spider, standing on top of Zaun.

Each girl gets a happy holidays card, some goathorse licks to their hands, and optional snuggles before he leaves.

Noelle seems perplexed by the device, until the cheerful goathorse neighs a little, causing it to react. She hums a little and sees it move. She tears up and gives him a warm hug.

Trinity is surprised, also with how he can carry the guitar. She takes it and smirks, strumming it a little. Maybe a slight tuning later. "How the hell do you two know what she looks like?" She asks, not really expecting an answer as she scritches behind his ears.

Jingle's eyes sparkle when she sees the arcane dancing game. She isn't sure how it was snuck into her room, since she usually keeps such a good eye on the house, but it's there and looks like such fun! She scoops Nova up and spins him around in a hug!

The fairy was surprised Caitlyn and Nova were able to secure a map of Hyrule at all. Perhaps they involved someone else. Still, it made her nostalgic. She set it up in one of her favorite lanterns for sleeping to remember her home lands. She gives the stellacorn a little kiss on the forehead.

Lyric, used to serving House Kiramman, seems surprised by the gift, more than the others. The automaton wasn't really expecting anything or acknowledgement, but here it was. Her olfactory receptors found the fragrance agreeable, and her avatar would seem so pleasing wearing it, wouldn't she? She gently pats Nova in thanks.

Silver was surprised by the gift as well, but she recognized Kiramman's script. "Spoiling me, are we, Kiramman? You really do enjoy flirting with dangerous people." She turns her eyes downward to the little beast. "And you...you've done your job well, little one." She says, almost purring. Reaching down, she scratches him behind his ears with her sharp fingers before taking a cookie from a plate on her desk. "Just payment, for services rendered."

[k3n-dyll]

Kingpin!Sevika

||Men, minors, and ageless DNI

CW: Dom!Sevika, sub!reader, Sevika is mean, degradation, free use kinda,squirting, cunnilingus (r! receiving), face fucking (S!receiving), fingering, AFAB reader, pussy slaps, aftercare, she loves you but won't say it

A/N: I just had some thoughts I needed to get out, this was meant to just be a few headcanons but it got a little long

Word count: 1,494 Divider creds. Masterlist

kingpin!Sevika who's taken Silco's place after his untimely death. In need of a right hand of her own, she chose you

kingpin!Sevika who- though, of course, chose you because you're capable, loyal, and trustworthy -just as she had been to Silco- also has a few...personal reasons as to why she made this decision.

You're a tough girl and she is well aware of that. She acknowledges it quite often, always telling you how well you do with the missions she leaves you in charge of. From someone like Sevika, that praise is a lot, and though frequent, it comes in small packaging. Short, sweet remarks that may seem like nothing to anyone else

"Y'did good." "Keep it up."

Or even just a head nod or pat on the back or shoulder to show that she approves of what you've done. It's the ultimate sign that she respects you.

kingpin!Sevika who would keep you by her side 24/7, 365 if she was able to. When you aren't out doing an assignment, a good amount of your workdays are spent in her office, either standing beside her as she sits lazily in the large chair behind her desk, as she uses you as a second pair of ears and eyes while she meets with the other chembarons - or, simply discussing future plans.

kingpin!Sevika whose sharp, silver eyes track your every movement at the end of the day when you're finally alone with her. Watching you fidget with the little nicknacks on her desk as you report back the events of the day, not making full eye contact with her because you know what's coming. There aren't many other reasons she'd have locked her office door completely after letting you in, it isn't like anyone had the gall to barge in unannounced.

"Strip" she'd mutter, fully interrupting whatever you were telling her because, at this point, she's more annoyed at the fact that you're still dressed than she is at some of the cargo being compromised due to the negligence of her blockhead henchmen - she'll take care of that later.

kingpin!Sevika who isn't one for talking about it once you do as you're told because of course you do, shedding yourself of the fabric that shields your body from her intense gaze, giving her a bit of a show because she'd scold you if you rushed.

kingpin!Sevika who can't seem to go a full five seconds without marking you once you're propped up on her leg, naked except for your underwear. She especially loves leaving marks on your tits, biting and sucking on the fat around your nipple, leaving as many pretty little bruises on your skin as she pleases with no real regard for how intense the feeling may be for you

As much as she likes making you feel good, this is about what she wants. She's had a stressful, rage-inducing day and this is the part of your job that she loves just as much as you do. The part where she gets to take out all her frustrations on your body. She's always rough with you, never giving you a second to catch your breath, and though one would think you'd be used to this treatment by now, it takes you by surprise every time. Her strong hands feel like they're everywhere at once, grabbing at your ass, your waist, your thighs, your tits - anywhere she can hold you to keep you close.

kingpin!Sevika who gets impatient with her own teasing rather quickly, a breathy, "fuck this" escaping her thick lips, because she needs to see and touch all of you. Using her mechanical arm to swat at the contents of her desk, allowing the paperwork, the merchandise, and whatever else is up there at the moment to crash to the floor below because it doesn't matter right now. None of it is you. She forces you up onto the surface of her desk, wasting no time in getting your panties off of you, kissing down the length of your body as she lightly presses a finger to your pussy, starting at your leaking hole - a low chuckle leaving her as she feels you begin to clench around nothing- then trailing up your pretty folds until she makes contact with your already swollen clit. The way you squirm and twitch underneath her is enough for her to let out a groan, not giving you much warning before two of her thick fingers plunge inside of you.

"Shut it" she murmurs against your skin when you whine at the sudden fullness, and you're so good to her that you actually try - and fail - to keep quiet. Sevika doesn't actually expect you to succeed, but she loves watching you struggle to obey, sliding her fingers in and out of your drooling cunt at a faster pace the harder you try. "Such a fucking slut, look at that..." she pulls her slick-coated fingers out of you, the emptiness making you whimper. Ever the sadist, she hears this and just like that her mechanical hand squeezes onto your thigh, keeping you in place as her real one lifts up slightly, the palm of her hand coming back into contact with your pussy with a smack. "I said keep that fucking trap shut." In the end, though, it doesn't really matter what you do - biting your lip, clenching your teeth, hell, trying to cover your mouth with your hand - it doesn't work.

kingpin!Sevika who would overstimulate you until you were a mumbling, babbling, drooling little mess, ignoring the aching in between her own thighs and fucking into you with her fingers, rubbing the pad of her thumb over your clit with each hard thrust. After you've sufficiently begged her enough through your ragged breathing and incoherent words, she'll even let you have her mouth, flattening the pink muscle and dragging it up your slit before latching her soft lips to your sensitive bud, sucking on it. Your body jerks forward at the feeling, your hands knotting into her short black locks as your thighs press to the sides of her head. Despite how sensitive she's made you, you can't stop yourself from grinding yourself into her mouth, desperate for yet another release.

kingpin!Sevika who will force you by your pretty hair down off of the desk and onto your knees in front of her, peeling her own jeans and underwear off of her body, unable to take waiting anymore. She's not giving you much of a chance to recover from all the overstimulation, nor is she even going to let you go at your own pace. No. If there's one thing this woman loves doing its gathering all your hair up into her hand and pushing your face into her dripping cunt, rutting herself onto your tongue as you keep it out and flattened for her as instructed.

"You like when I fuck that slutty face of yours, yeah?" she'd cut you off before you got the chance to even try to answer, not that she'd even understand whatever muffled words youd attempt anyways. "Yeah you do, pretty girl - fuck - take it, baby, just like that..."

kingpin!Sevika who's a squirter for sure. You aren't coming back up from your knees without being fucking drenched in her juices and she loves every second of it. An even more cruel part of her wants to push your head to the ground and force you to lick up whatever you missed off of the floor, but she settles for making you clean it up off of her inner thighs, pulling you up for a hot, hard kiss when you're done.

kingpin!Sevika who literally will not let you leave her office until you're all cleaned up and taken care of. In stark contrast to how rough she was with you a moment ago, she'd treat you like a fragile little thing once it's all said and done. You aren't allowed to clean yourself off, no. that's her job. She's not letting you put your own clothes on, not without any help at least. And as much as she may threaten to "make sure you can't walk out of this office properly" she will hold you in her lap until you've somewhat regained your balance.

"You okay?" is likely the most you'd get out of her in terms of sweet words, verbal affection isn't really her forte, but her actions always show that she cares more than she lets on.

It's like this every time, Sevika gently rubbing your aching muscles and pressing gentle kisses into your skin as you come down from the intensity of it all, but she won't talk. Sometimes she even gets back to work while you recover, but she never asks you to leave. She doesn't want you to leave and both of you know that, but you've both decided that it's better left unsaid.

[shimmerandink]

Between two worlds

Ekko x Fem! Reader

Angst

Tags: Ekko x fem! Reader, Piltover reader, forbidden love, angst, sfw

Summary: You and Ekko have an undeniable connection, but your different worlds are tearing you apart

Masterlist

You weren’t supposed to be here.

Zaun’s air was thick with smoke and grime, the neon lights flickering above casting eerie glows on the damp alleyways. The scent of oil, rust, and something chemical burned in your nose. The topside was so far away now, its pristine streets and golden towers nothing but a memory.

But the moment you stepped into Ekko’s hideout, the tension in your chest didn’t ease.

Ekko stood before you, arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes burning with frustration. He was older now, stronger, his body marked by the battles he fought every day for his people. He looked at you like you were a mistake he couldn’t bring himself to make twice.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered.

You swallowed, shifting on your feet. “I had to see you.”

His exhale was sharp, controlled. “And what happens when someone else sees you, huh? What if someone follows you down here? If Silco’s old crew or the Chembarons find out some rich topsider’s sneaking into Zaun, do you know what they’ll do to you?”

Your stomach twisted, but you held your ground.

“I know the risks.”

Ekko let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “No, you don’t. Because if you did, you wouldn’t keep coming back.”

Your fingers curled into your sleeves. You wanted to argue, to tell him that you weren’t naïve. That you understood the danger. But how could you, really? You weren’t the one who had spent years fighting just to survive.

His eyes softened for a second, his fingers twitching at his sides. The war in him was visible. He wanted to push you away, to keep you safe. But he also wanted you to stay.

And this wasn’t the first time.

The first time you met Ekko, you had been lost.

You weren’t supposed to be this deep in the undercity, but curiosity had led you down the wrong alley, too far from the polished, guarded border between Piltover and Zaun.

Then you saw him.

A boy with wild, silver-white hair, crouched beside a rusted-out pipe, his fingers working fast as he tinkered with something glowing blue. You had watched in silence, fascinated, until he turned sharply, eyes locking onto you.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

“You’re not from around here,” he said. His voice was young but sharp, assessing.

You hesitated, then shook your head. “I… got lost.”

Ekko had snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

You should have left. Gone back to your world. But something about him, about the way he looked at you, both wary and intrigued, made you stay.

He had helped you find your way back that day, but not before making you promise something:

“If you ever come down here again, don’t come empty-handed. Zaun doesn’t do favors for free.”

——-

You had come back.

Not because you were lost this time, but because you wanted to. And you weren’t empty-handed.

You had stolen supplies, tools, spare parts, and even a few scraps of hextech from your family’s workshop. You had no idea what most of it was, but Ekko did. His eyes had gone wide when he saw what you brought.

“You’re either really stupid,” he had said, shaking his head, “or you’ve got a death wish.”

“Maybe both,” you had replied.

But after that day, you kept coming back. And each time, it became less about what you could bring and more about seeing him.

—-

Ekko was closer now, his breath warm against your skin. The city outside his hideout faded into nothing. No Piltover. No Zaun. No war between them. Just you and him, balancing on the edge of something dangerous.

“You don’t belong here,” he whispered. But his fingers brushed against yours.

“Then why do you keep letting me stay?”

His jaw tightened. He knew the answer. So did you.

And then his lips crashed against yours.

It was reckless. Stupid. But neither of you cared.

Because in this moment, between two worlds that would never accept you together, you belonged to each other.

Ekko’s lips were warm, desperate against yours, as if trying to steal every second before reality could catch up. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, until there was no space left between you, no Piltover, no Zaun, no war. Just him. Just you.

And then, a sharp voice shattered the moment.

“The hell is this?”

Ekko tore himself away from you instantly, spinning toward the entrance of his hideout. You stumbled back, your breath still uneven, your fingers tingling from where you had just been touching him.

Standing in the doorway was Jace, one of the Firelights.

Jace wasn’t one of Ekko’s oldest friends, but he was fiercely loyal to the cause. He was tall, built like someone who had seen his fair share of fights, his arms crossed over his chest. A small Firelight mask hung loosely from his belt, but his expression was anything but playful. His eyes flickered between you and Ekko, a slow realization settling in.

“Tell me I’m seeing things,” Jace said, his voice low but sharp. “Tell me our leader isn’t locking lips with some Piltover brat.”

Your stomach dropped. Ekko clenched his jaw. “Jace—”

“No, Ekko,” Jace cut him off, stepping forward. “What the fuck are you doing?” His gaze snapped to you, eyes narrowing. “And what the fuck are you doing here?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Ekko raised a hand, stopping you. His expression was unreadable now, locked behind that careful mask he wore whenever he had to take control.

“She’s not a threat,” he said firmly.

Jace let out a humorless laugh. “Not a threat?” He gestured toward you with both hands. “She’s a topsider! Do you know what kind of target you’re putting on our backs?” His frustration boiled over, and he turned fully to Ekko. “This is reckless, man. This is stupid.”

Ekko didn’t move, didn’t react, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. You knew this wasn’t just about you, it was about his people.

Jace’s eyes narrowed. “Does she even know?”

You blinked. “Know what?”

Jace scoffed, shaking his head. “Of course she doesn’t .” He turned back to Ekko. “How long have you been sneaking around with her, huh? Lying to your own people? Do you know what would happen if someone else found out? If the wrong person saw her coming down here? Do you know how many Firelights would pay for your little mistake?”

Mistake.

The word hit harder than you expected.

Ekko’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny anything.

Jace let out a breath, running a hand through his hair before pointing at you again. “She has to go. And I mean for good, Ekko.”

Silence.

Your chest tightened.

Ekko exhaled slowly, turning to look at you, and for the first time since you had met him, you didn’t know what he was going to say.

Would he defend you? Fight for you? Or had Jace just reminded him of a truth he had been trying to ignore?

A truth neither of you wanted to face.

That this, you and him, could never last.

[silvercat-s]

How would Silco react to Jinx calling him father or dad?

OKAY 

I'll give you the short answer first, so feel free to stop here if you don’t want to see me rambling nonsense for the next ten paragraphs: Before the events of season 1, he would probably freeze and pretend he didn't hear it, all while panicking internally and refusing to acknowledge just how happy and proud that makes him. After the finale, if he had somehow survived?  Just sheer happiness and relief, and he and jinx would be crying on each other arms. 

Allow me to explain  

Despite Silco behaving like Jinx’s father in every way that matters —whether it means going out of his way to comfort her in her moments of doubt or jumping to her defense when she is criticized, and that dynamic being something obvious to those closest to him, like Sevika and the chembarons, I don't believe for a second Silco ever referred to Jinx as his daughter out loud before, nor do I think Jinx ever felt secure enough in their relationship to call him dad.

I always felt like their relationship before the finale, while close, had some sort of emotional barrier. Silco is a broken man with deep-seated abandonment issues, I think he would avoid admitting, even to himself, just how much Jinx means to him. Acknowledging that would make him vulnerable, it would mean confronting his fear of being betrayed and abandoned again.   

And for the longest time, he didn’t have to. He had no reason to reflect on their bond, no reason to fear losing her. why should he? She works for him. she has no one else. she belongs to him. Everything was perfect the way it was...and then Vi gets out of prison.  

His whole world starts falling apart. He can’t pretend he’s not afraid of losing Jinx anymore, of her abandoning him for Vi. He starts spiraling. That’s why we see him act so manipulatively when she confronts him over lying, he’s desperate! and It's in this moment of desperation that he says "I'm your family"

And then by the time the dinner party happens, Silco has almost lost Jinx at the bridge, he’s had everything he’s ever wanted offered to him on a silver platter, yet found himself unable to give her up. and he has finally said the word out loud for the first time “is there anything as undoing as a daughter?” at Vander's statue no less, he has fully accepted what Jinx means to him.

When Silco tells Jinx “You’re my daughter, I would never forsake you” he nods to himself and almost chuckles, as if the words are so obvious to him now that he can’t believe he’s never said them before. And on Jinx’s part, it’s clear that hearing this means a lot to her.

What really stood out to me in the script of Silco's death scene was the line “Jinx, with the affirmation of love she’s always wanted ringing in her ears” referring to his last words to her. This admission of love is something she’s always longed for from him, she probably never had the courage to call him dad or to ask what she meant to him— Jinx, like Silco, fears rejection and abandonment. And for the first time, she has that confirmation, the emotional barrier between them is fully down.

That only adds to the tragedy of their bond, Silco only able to admit to both her and himself how important she truly is after all those years, and Jinx only realizing his love for her when he’s dying from the wounds she inflicted.

I do believe that if Silco had survived, they would have started to build a proper family relationship.

That's why I'm so upset they wouldn't let Jinx refer to Silco as her dad in season 2. I feel like her reasons for hesitating to call him that were completely resolved in the finale. Silco already called her his daughter, and Jinx now fully understands she was deeply loved by him. It's like the writers completely disregarded everything about the finale, their relationship and what it meant for Jinx's character going in season 2.

[thekirammanjinx]

People spout "acab" to feel self righteous without actually thinking about the people who have been oppressed and hurt. The way people have moved from "blm" to "acab" because it's not about giving the oppressed their support but it's about finding a way to spread hate over allegiance.

People don't care about the people of zaun being free and living positive. They only care about attacking any affiliate of piltover. If they cared about zaun and zaun lives they wouldn't be putting silco on a silver platter. They wouldn't be ignoring how jinx helped hurt so many of her own people. Helped paint a target on zauns back. But vi puts on the enforcer uniform once and suddenly she's become zauns worst traitor.

These people want to talk about the divide between zaun/piltover, and say arcane fumbled the bag on its politics. But yall can't even bring logical discussion into it. Yall just want to see piltover punished actually, yall don't want to see zaun thriving.

That's why yall don't hold jinx using the grey on the entirety of piltover, uncalculated and actively harming kids/those who've done nothing but exists, to the same standards as caitlyn using it; calculated through the vents to take down the chembarons. Both are not good/ideal, but why can you criticize one action and not the other.

[virtuousvigil]

need to work on AMSATASM chapters or bottom jayce week content. but my brain wont stop overclocking and supplying me ideas for a VikJayce Mafia AU instead… [and yes: i mean VikJayce not JayVik, though i’d take and insert a few influences/characters from arcane for flavor]

PLEASE please please no one take my brainworms before i can get to puttin them on the hook and casting the line myself. but. i need to dump this out so i can come back to it. lmk if this is anything ig:

i had this idea a few weeks ago but like. in Viktor’s og lore for LoL he’s described as being the son of “Zaunite artisans in the Entresol level”, and that he was originally working with the Ferdenson Chemforge. that got me thinking about like… what if his parents become full on aristocrats involved w the ChemBarons & maybe even Clan Ferros? thinking like...

idk maybe his mom is a prolific artist/performer of some sort. father is involved in chemical engineering. or vice versa. maybe one of them was Signed’s business partner at some point. parents tried to back out after Viktor’s born to keep the family safe & keep a low profile as the business becomes messier and more politically involved but eventually get cornered back into it. Viktor grows up with a silver spoon in his mouth (by Zaunite standards) but he is entirely isolated, parents overprotective out of concern of losing their only heir, only heightened by his disability and conditions. he gets a bit better access to healthcare but still isn’t ever really healthy. parents know that he’s strong and smart and beyond capable, but they also know that any perceived weakness makes him vulnerable in Zaun’s high-and-mighty society. but they’re also never around bc work. so viktor finds comfort and “community” through his studying and independent work, replicating anything he can of his parents to prove himself capable and useful. throws himself into it relentlessly.

Viktor suddenly becomes the head of his house when his father is assasinated or dies in some kinda conflict. he’s young still. maybe 17-20? he’s thrust headfirst into the experience, going instantly from sheltered “spoiled” single child to a nominal head that has an entire “family” to protect. has to fight tooth and nail to prove himself as Actually In Charge and Very Capable and Even Terrifyingly Vicious, When Needed. overnight he is exposed to the intricate, complex horrors of Zaun in an entirely different way and becomes torn between his desire to protect his loved ones and better Zaun itself w/ the realities of what it means to be a prominent figurehead in the undercity. becomes involved in all sorts of shady underground business and shit while trying to get his footing. starts augmenting himself, gets the family re-involved with Signed and therefore Silco/Shimmer. tries to do good but ends up with a reputation for being notoriously quick to the blade. cutthroat. cold and cunning. (he’s loved by the family, good to his people; but anyone outside of that he has no patience for. a learned survival trait more than anything but it does start to chip away at his morals and shit overtime)

meanwhile… Jayce… ohhhh Jayce

its prolly stereotypical and i want to like be careful in how i approach it bc like. as much as i love the trope in general i do think there’s some. uh. problematic connotations in the constant portrayal of Jayce as a “dog” but in this i feel like he’d be Piltover’s most well-respected attack/guard dog. still need to flesh a lot of his side out bc this idea started with Viktor & ive been trying like hell to not get Too Deep down the spiral simply not to distract from amsatasm. but he’s like… an undercover assassin/spy kinda deal? collects a lot of intel for Piltover but also does their dirty work. the stuff the Enforcers cant do but work that “needs yo be done.” lots of potential for involving like Marcus and Cait and whatnot there too. they mention that he’s indoctrinated into the Giopara clan in his lore but it doesn’t really explain what that clan is any further??? which gives me SAUR much room for creative liberty it makes me feral.

for the sake of storytelling i feel like they’d end up in some direct conflict with Viktor’s family. Jayce gets sent to Zaun to collect information and begin plotting out a careful assassination of the rising Zaunite mafia lord (Viktor). has to play the part fully of a lesser-known Zaunite “nobility” to get close. spends months hunting down this allusive man that everyone is utterly fucking terrified of.

finally after MONTHS of like only catching glimpses/just barely crossing paths, they meet at some sort of gala or event. jayce tries approaches him when he’s alone and viktor catches him off guard with a blade to the throat. he’s intoxicated tho and just tired from having a Long Fucking Day and immediately entertains the way jayce smooth talks his way outta the situation. jayce expects to find the man disgusting and morally reprehensible. but instead he’s met with someone unexpectedly charming. viktor lets the cold metal mask (figuratively and literally) slip, ends up a little too… vulnerable? honest? its enough for jayce to realize how wrong his biases are. queue enemies to lovers, “you’re supposed to be my target but the closer i get to my goal the more i wanna sacrifice everything to help/save you” vs “you insult me by implying i need help or to be saved but at the same time you make me feel like i could actually be known AND be vulnerable for the first time in my life and fuck its derailing me from my own goals” pipeline.

obviously a lot to flesh out here, this is just the bare bones. but. this idea is HAUNTING me. like it will not leave me alone, i keep getting more n more inspo for it every time i try to focus on other shit. im tempted to draft a first chapter and post it just as a placeholder until i finish up AMSATASM. might help me to have another thing to work on alongside that tho so i dont burn out of one thing but aughhrgrh AMSATASM is gonna be so long i think it might be worth it to just. start it. idk if u got this far in lmk what u think the better approach is ig:

[plagues-and-pansies]

Crafting Madness: I Love This Rat Man & I Made Jewelry About It

Hello!

Do you like Arcane? What about crafts?

Do you have a deeply unsettling fascination with the Rat Man himself?

Are you unfamiliar with the definition of restraint?

Then welcome!

I’m horribly obsessed with Silco and I make morse code jewelry and I decided to combine these two things in a complete bout of maddness! The first time I saw the ChemBaron meeting scene in 1x7, I Learned Things about myself I was previously unaware of, so in dedication to its magnificence, I translated the entire scene into morse code and made the batshit decision to string it as a necklace!

I’ve made 2 failed attempts as documented by DM with @xiaq and they suggested I put it all in a post so the other nerds can at least delight in my insanity!

Here's a sneak peak of the in-progress project:

Supplies thus far:

Slant nose tweezers

Wire cutting pliers

Round nose pliers

Memory wire cutter

Needle nose pliers

1-step looper pliers

Bead board

6/0 black beads (scrapped)

6/0 silver beads (scrapped)

6/0 yellow beads (scrapped)

6/0 purple beads (repurposed for later)

5 slot necklace layering hardware (scrapped)

11/0 black beads

11/0 silver beads

11/0 bronze beads

11/0 dark red beads

11/0 acid green beads

11/0 silver lined yellow beads

11/0 light purple miyuki beads

24 gauge jewelry wire in gold

10 slot necklace layering hardware

I’m going to breeze over the first 2 attempts, and then detail the successful (so far) one. 

1st Failed Attempt:

I started out using supplies I already had, which were 6/0 seed beads. Seed beads are round glass beads, and the number indicates how many beads fit to an inch, so 6/0 = 6 beads to an inch. 6/0 is the largest seed bead you can get, and I’ve seen them go all the way down to 20/0. 

This was the first attempt:

I don’t remember where this ended, but it’s about Finn’s first three sentences in the 1x7 scene. Obviously this was gonna be way too unwieldy so I scrapped that, gave it a think, and bought some other beads.

2nd Failed Attempt:

For this round, I bought new beads and downsized. I considered 8/0, but I didn’t think that would be enough. 9/0 and 10/0 are very rare and nearly impossible to find, so 11/0 was my next step. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but I Did Not. Here’s the size difference:

I have to use tweezers to handle even 6/0 beads because they’re small and I’ve got arthritis, and the 11/0s are twice as bad. 

Originally, I was going to use memory wire, which is a really firm wire that already comes sized for necklaces, bracelets, or rings. It’s very sturdy, but incredibly difficult to find in anything less than .75mm, and that’s still far too thick for 11/0 beads, so I swapped to 22 gauge jewelry wire. It’s thinner and more pliable so it’s easily bent out of shape, but it’s also easy to correct. 

I measured out each length of wire the same (Don’t ask for actual measurements. I eyeballed it, went “yeah that looks right”, and then cut the rest of the wire the same. Yes, this caused Problems.), looped one end to keep the beads from sliding off, and strung the beginning of the translation. 

I bought this 5 slot necklace layering hardware, and tried to give it a go, but it ended up being far too small to work with. 

Additionally, I cut the wire too long and it overlapped in the back, which also made attaching each line unwieldy. I got 2 layers attached and tried it on, and it didn’t sit well, and thus brought our 2nd attempt to an end.

3rd (and so far successful) Attempt:

Supplies still in use:

Slant nose tweezers

Wire cutting pliers

Round nose pliers

Memory wire cutter

Needle nose pliers

1-step looper pliers

Bead board

6/0 purple beads

11/0 black beads

11/0 silver beads

11/0 bronze beads

11/0 dark red beads

11/0 acid green beads

11/0 silver lined yellow beads

11/0 light purple miyuki beads

24 gauge jewelry wire in gold

10 slot necklace layering hardware

(Unfortunately, I don’t have pics of every step because I’ve never documented anything like this before, and if I hadn’t been live blogging my frustrations directly into @xiaq’s DMs, I wouldn’t have any idea of what steps I’ve taken.)

I do endeavor to learn from my mistakes, so the first thing I did was cut the wire to a more desirable length. Instead of overlapping in the back, I left about an inch between the ends to account for the new 10 slot necklace layering hardware I bought. 

After I figured that out, I measured out the length of 9 beads from each end and marked that on each wire. I did this for multiple reasons: 

Obviously each layer is going to be different, so I didn’t want to pack the morse code beads in from end to end because if I needed to adjust anything, I’d have to take part of the beads off and recalculate and I didn’t want to do that

If I did need to adjust anything - say I miscalculated on the size of an end loop and needed more wire than was available - I could use my needle nose pliers to crunch off a spacer bead without having to unstring the beads 

It just makes the ends a little more uniform and nice looking

After that I used a string to measure the length of the space between the marks, and marked it down on my bead board. Beads take up much less room on the wire than they do on the bead board because on the bead board they lay flat, not snuggly up against each other on their sides, so I mostly used the measurement as a guide, ie I needed at least this many beads plus a little more. 

I laid out the first bit of beads and that’s when the Biggest problem came about. 

I’m right handed, so the easiest way for me to string the beads is to use my right hand to pick up the beads, and my left to hold the wire, but if you do that, then the words will be in the correct order, but when you flip it around so the first word is on the left as we would read it, then all of your letters would be backwards. And I dunno if you guys know this, but that’s not how morse code works.

Morse code is a combination of dots and dashes and some, like H (....), will be the same no matter how you flip them, but if you write down an A (.-) and flip it over, that’s now an N (-.). That’s no bueno. 

This resulted in a 45 minute conversation/argument with my sister as we tried to figure out what to do and the solution, honestly, fucking sucks. 

In order for the letters to read correctly when flipped over, each word had to be written from left to right, as in the order of the letters was correct, but each letter itself has to be strung backwards.

Example( X to separate the letters):

Left = .-..X.X..-.X-

Would have to be strung as:

..-.X.X.-..X- = Felt

The E and T didn’t change, but those are two different words. 

Honestly, this has been incredibly frustrating and has resulted in several false starts, but I am nothing if not stubborn so I’ve persevered. 

After figuring all that out, I was able to string the first layer!

Here’s the breakdown so it makes more sense:

Bronze is used to cap the end of each line

Black is used as dots and dashes - 1 bead is a dot, 2 beads is a dash

Silver(Finn and Renni) or bronze (Silco) is used to separate the dots and dashes in a single letter

The colored beads separate the end of letters and words and denote which character is speaking

1 colored bead separates the letters in a word, 3 colored beads separate each word

Yellow/silver beads = Finn

Green/silver beads = Renni

Red/bronze beads = Silco

3 light purple miyuki beads end a sentence

1 6mm purple bead indicates a change in character

It reads “FIRST THIS WILD ATTACK IN THE HEART OF PILT-”.

Originally, I wasn't going to cut a word in half, but that just wasn’t a realistic wish when some of these words are so long. Instead, I can cut a word in half, but not a letter, lest I confuse myself even more. 

Note: I’m using the original punctuation in this post, but there is no punctuation on the necklace. A period is .-.-.- and it only gets worse from there and that’s too much when I’m already doing so much.

Here are the following layers:

“OVER. NOW THE BORDER’S CLOSING. WERE BLEEDI-”

“NG MONEY. AND FOR WHAT? HIS DREAMS OF REBELL”

[I don't think I took a pic of this one, and if I did, I have no idea which on it is]

“ION? HE’S LOSING CONTROL. IF WE STAND TOG”

“ETHER…(SWAP TO SILCO, RED) WE AREN’T DUE FOR AN ASSEMBLY. (SWAP TO FINN, YELLOW) WE SHOUL”

And here’s what the first 5 layers look like strung on the layering hardware. Yes, it’s an incredible pain in the ass to connect them.

And that’s what I have so far. I’m going to include the entire translation at the end of this post just for funsies. I know there are a couple of mistranslations - I keep mixing up Ls and Ys for some reason - but I catch them as I go. 

Now if you’ve made it through this post and are thinking “wow, this looks like so much fun, I think I might try this”, I beg of you, Don’t.

I mean, do what you want, but there has been much frustration and yelling, and some rage-related blood pressure issues, and there are SO MANY beads on my floor. You will drop them. You will find them in places you could never imagine. You will bump the table and undo 30 minutes worth of work. You will realize you strung the beads incorrectly and have to start over. You will cry. You will have to put yourself in time out and calm down with a juice box. Ask me how I know.

You will also find a new fascination with buying beads so take this as the warning it is. 

I’ll update this post as I go (and as I remember to), so stay tuned if this is the kind of freak you’re into!

Here’s the translation of the entire scene (X separates the letters in each word as that’s easier for me to read):

FINN: 

FIRST, ..-.X..X.-.X…X-

THIS -X….X..X…

WILD .--X..X.-..X-..

ATTACK .-X-X-X.-X-.-.X-.-

IN ..X-N

THE -X….X.

HEART ….X.X.-X.-.X-

OF ---X..-.

PILTOVER. .--.X..X.-..X-X---X…-X.X.-.

NOW, -.X---X.--

THE -X….X.

BORDER’S -...X---X.-.X-..X.X.-.X…

CLOSING. -.-.X.-..X---X…X..X-.X--.

WE’RE .--X.X.-.X.

BLEEDING -...X.-..X.X.X-..X..X-.X--.

MONEY --X---X-.X.X-.--

AND .-X-.X-..

FOR ..-.X---X.-.

WHAT? .--X….X.-X-

HIS ….X..X…

DREAMS -..X.-.X.X.-X--X…

OF ---X..-.

REBELLION? .-.X.X-...X.-..X.-..X..X---X-.

HE’S ….X.X…

LOSING .-..X---X…X..X-.X--.

CONTROL. -.-.X---X-.X-X.-.X---X.-..

IF .X..-.

WE .--X.

STAND …X-X.-X-.X-..

TOGETHER… -X---X--.X.X-X….X.X.-.

COLOR SWAP

SILCO: 

WE .--X.

AREN’T .-X.-.X.X-.X-

DUE -..X..-X.

FOR ..-.X---X.-.

AN .-X-.

ASSEMBLY. .-X…X…X.X--X-...X.-..X.-..

COLOR SWAP

FINN: 

WE .--X.

SHOULD …X….X---X..-X.-..X-..

BE. -...X.

EVER .X…-X.X.-.

SINCE …X..X-.X-.-.X.

YOUR -.--X---X..-X.-.

STUNT …X-X..-X-.X-

TOPSIDE, -X---X.--.X…X..X-..X.

PROFITS .-..X.-.X---X..-.X..X-X…

HAVE ….X.-X…-X.

BEEN -...X.X.X-.

PLUMMETING. .--.X.-..X..-X--X--X.X-X..X-.X--.

COLOR CHANGE

RENNI: 

HE’S ….X.X…

RIGHT. .-.X.X--.X….X-

MERCHANDISE --X.X.-.X-.-.X.-X-.X-..X..X…X.

HAS ….X.-X…

BEEN -...X.X.X-.

FROZEN ..-.X.-.X---X--..X.X-.

AT .-X-

THE -X…X.

BORDER. -...X---X.-.X-..X.X.-.

TOPSIDERS -X---X.--.X…X..X-..X.X.-.X…

ARE .-X.-.X.

TOO -X---X---

AFRAID .-X..-.X.-.X.-X..X-..

TO -X---

CROSS. -.-.X.-.X---X…X…

COLOR CHANGE

FINN: 

WE’RE .--X.X.-.X.

ALL .-X.-..X.-..

WONDERING, .--X---X-.X-..X.X.-.X..X-.X--.

WHAT’S .--X….X.-X-X…

YOUR -.--X---X..-X.-.

PLAN .--.X.-..X.-X-.

TO -X---

FIX ..-.X..X-..-

THIS? -X….X..X…

COLOR CHANGE

SILCO: 

YOU’RE -.--X---X..-X.-.X.

ALL .-X.-..X.-..

WONDERING, .--X---X-.X-..X.X.-.X..X-.X--.

ARE .-X.-.X.

YOU? -.--X---X..-

COLOR CHANGE

FINN: 

WAY .--X.-X-.--

I ..

SEE …X.X.

IT, ..X-

WE .--X.

SHOULD …X….X---X..-X.-..X-..

CUT -.-.X..-X-

A .-

DEAL -..X.X.-X.-..

AND .-X-.X-..

GIVE --.X..X…-X.

BACK -...X.-X-.-.X-.-

THE -X…X.

GEMSTONE. --.X.X--X…X-X---X-.X.

BETTER -...X.X-X-X.X.-.

TO -X---

HAVE ….X.-X…-X.

SOME …X---X--X.

TRADE -X.-.X.-X-..X.

THAN -X…X.-X-.

NONE -.X---X-.X.

AT .-X-

ALL. .-X.-..X.-..

CHANGE COLOR 

SILCO: 

THE -X…X.

BORDER -...X---X.-.X-..X.X.-.

ISSUE ..X…X…X..-X.

IS ..X…

TEMPORARY. -X.X--X.--.X---X.-.X.-X.-.X-.--

JINX .---X..X-.X-..-

WILL .--X..X.-..X.-..

DEAL -..X.X.-X.-..

WITH .--X..X-X….

IT. ..X-

COLOR CHANGE

FINN: 

HA. ….X.-

RUMOR .-.X..-X.-.X--X---X.-.

IS, ..X…

YOUR -.--X---X..-X.-.

DOG’S -..X---X--.X…

OFF ---X..-.X..-.

HER ….X.X.-.

LEASH. .-..X.X.-X…X….

HOW ….X---X.--

YOU -.--X---X..-

MEANT --X.X.-X-.X-

TO -X---

BRING -...X.-.X..X-.X--.

PILTOVER .--.X..X.-..X-X---X…-X.X.-.

TO -X---

HEEL ….X.X.X.-..

IF ..X..-.

YOU -.--X---X..-

CAN’T -.-.X.-X-.X-

HANDLE ….X.-X-.X-..X.-..X.

YOUR -.--X---X..-X.-.

OWN ---X.--X-.

PEOPLE, .--.X.X---X.--.X.-..X.

HUH? ….X..-X….

CHANGE COLOR

RENNI: 

WHAT’S .--X….X.-X-X…

THAT? -X….X.-X-

CHANGE COLOR

SILCO: 

OH, ---X….

YOU -.--X---X..-

DON’T -..X---X-.X-

RECOGNIZE .-.X.X-.-.X---X--.X-.X..X--..X.

IT? ..X-

HAVE ….X.-X…-X.

YOU -.--X---X..-

FORGOTTEN ..-.X---X.-.X--.X---X-X-X.X-.

WHERE .--X…X.X.-.X.

WE .--X.

CAME -.-.X.-X--X.

FROM? ..-.X.-.X---X--

THE -X…X.

MINES --X..X-.X.X…

THEY -X….X.X-.--

HAD ….X.-X-..

US ..-X…

IN? ..X-.

AIR .-X..X.-.

SO …X---

THICK -X….X..X-.-.X-.-

IT ..X-

CLOGGED -.-.X.-..X---X--.X--.X.X-..

YOUR -.--X---X..-X.-.

THROAT. -X….X.-.X---X.-X-

STUCK …X-X..-X-.-.X-.-

IN ..X-.

YOUR -.--X---X..-X.-.

EYES. .X-.--X.X…

BUT -...X..-X-

I ..

PULLED .--.X..-X.-..X.-..X.X-..

YOU -.--X---X..-

ALL .-X.-..X.-..

UP ..-X.--.

FROM ..-.X.-.X---X--

THE -X….X.

DEPTHS. -..X.X.--.X-X….X…

OFFERED ---X..-.X..-.X.X.-.X.X-..

YOU -.--X---X..-

A .-

TASTE -X.-X…X-X.

OF ---X..-.

TOPSIDE. -X---X.--.X…X..X-..X.

AND .-X-.X-..

FRESH ..-.X.-.X.X…X….

AIR. .-X..X.-.

I ..

GAVE --.X.-X…-X.

YOU -.--X---X..-

LIFE. .-..X..X..-.X.

PURPOSE. .--.X..-X.-.X.--.X---X…X.

BUT -...X..-X-

YOU’VE -.--X---X..-X…-X.

GROWN --.X.-.X---X.--X-.

FAT ..-.X.-X-

AND .-X-.X-..

COMPLACENT. -.-.X---X--X.--.X.-..X.-X-.-.X.X-.X-

TOO -X---X---

MUCH --X..-X-.-.X….

TIME -X..X--X.

IN ..X-.

THE -X…X.

SUN. …X..-X-.

WE .--X.

CAME -.-.X.-X--X.

FROM ..-.X.-.X---X--X.

A .-

WORLD .--X.-.X---X.-..X-..

WHERE .--X….X.X.-.X.

THERE -X….X.X.-.X.

WAS .--X.-X…

NEVER -.X.X…-X.X.-.

ENOUGH .X-.X---X..-X--.X….

TO -X---

GO --.X---

AROUND, .-X.-.X---X..-X-.X-..

FINN. ..-.X..X-.X-.

THAT -X….X.-X-

IS ..X…

WHY .--X….X-.--

WE .--X.

FIGHT. ..-.X..X--.X….X-

DO -..X---

YOU -.--X---X..-

REMEMBER? .-.X.X--X.X--X-...X.X.-.

CHANGE COLOR

FINN: 

SORRY. …X---X.-.X.-.X-.--

PLEASE. .--.X.-..X.X.-X…X.

PLEASE. .--.X.-..X.X.-X…X.

CHANGE COLOR

SILCO: 

DON’T -..X---X-.X-

FORGET ..-.X---X.-.X--.X-

AGAIN. .-X--.X.-X..X-.

GOOD --.X---X---X-..

MEETING. --X.X.X-X..X-.X--.

[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

Caitlyn calling the Zaunites who attacked the funeral “animals” is kinda rich. Someone who targets key political figures isn’t being an animal. It’s being strategic. Now if they’d slaughtered all the guests, they’d be animals, but they didn’t. The only people who were at risk were Enforcers and the surviving Council. Only the political instruments directly responsible for Zaun’s oppression.

You know who are animals? Cops who kill protestors en masse. Cough cough S1E1. Cops who do stop-n-frisks of children for no reason (“Enemy” tie-in music video). People who gas civilians and want to shoot at a young woman who has a small child actively shielding her from harm (Cait’s lame-ass S2 Sith heel turn).

Animals? Pure respectability politics from a privileged young adult that’s visited Zaun like twice and has otherwise never strayed far from her silver spoon life. No number of little Sherlock puzzles in her room or hunting with the Sheriff growing up changes the fact that she simply has no frame of reference for Zaun’s suffering beyond that of a “naive but ignorant citizen” in S1. And then in S2 Caitlyn allows grief to easily destroy the empathy she was developing for Zaun as if the culmination of the violence was the last straw for just her and not also Zaun itself. Your Mom was killed. A politician who was retconned as actually caring about Zaun, actually totally so that the audience was forced to feel bad for the people with all the power. Now if it’d been her father, privileged but still a civilian, I’d be more sympathetic since he was Just a Guy just like how a lot of Zaunites who become casualties are Just a Guy, too. But no, they tried to make me feel bad for a rich politician. Sorry, all my leeway is reserved exclusively for Mel and that’s still pushing it.

Apparently Zaun must always play proper and nice and not sink low. They cannot be an “asshole victim”, they must be a perfect victim and every citizen of Zaun must follow the rules and not break any laws or the entire city is automatically labeled Bad and full of terrible people. The chembarons are a menace but the mantra “better the devil you know” rings true here. Better gangsters on your home turf than filigreed shipping magnates and arms manufacturers sitting on a golden hill.

[undercity-merc]

Trembling, heavily scarred hands wrapped in bloodied white bandages clutched hard into the thick, somewhat matted fur of the beast. The very beast she was to hunt, the one she was to deliver to someone most assuredly working in leagues with a chembaron, and his massive head was pulled against her chest, where her heart beat wildly. From adrenaline, from fear, then disgust, and joy, and regret - more emotions at once than Vi was comfortable with allowing to wash over her. She just needed that anger, and that was all; anger was comfortable, familiar. This plethora of confusing and ever-present emotions created the most unsavory cocktail in her stomach and chest. She could feel the warm blood oozing from his maw, smearing against her corset, the tackiness against his matted silver fur, threading into her fingers and leaving a mess that she didn't think twice about. Her mind was far more occupied, filled with the thoughts of her younger sister. Of yet another person she failed.

Vi clutched his head tighter, her breaths coming hot and rapid as they filled his pointed ears.

"I went - I hit her, oh gods, I hit her." She seethed, because bringing this up again, dredging up these feelings like a rotting corpse in the wet ground was unbelievably painful. "And I was arrested, and - Stillwater, seven - fuck." It was too much to recount at once. She sucked in a breath; it was a poor attempt to steady herself. "It's... It's been fifteen years." She slowly breathed, her tone brimming with sorrow, regret. Anger. "Pow's.. gone."

Despite how much older Vi had clearly gotten, Warwick for a moments could see shades of the vi he had known as Vander. The look she wore, it was nothing like the face seconds prior, it was like she was scared. His heart sank at that. As a father it hurt seeing that fear and that he might be the cause. In which he was relieved when the look shifted back. “It’s okay Vi, I don’t blame you. I know I look like a monster to you.”

Gone was Vander, the man who was both feared and respected. The man who raised four precious children was only there in mind. Now all that resided was Warwick, a monster who could kill at the flicker of new emotion. Physically he there was nothing to tie him to the man he had used to be. It was a curse and a blessing that his memories survived the process.

Warwick barely reacted was he was shoved off, however the punch almost caused anger to resurface. Luckily he was able to hold it back, much easier than before at that. It was like the wolf was finally acknowledging just what Vi meant to him, like it understood. He relaxed as she locked fingers with fur and dragged his head down to her chest. It didn’t matter that her hold was tight.

His heart sunk immediately at her words. “What happened?” He frowned, letting out a sad whine. “How long has it been? Vi. I need you to tell me everything.” Warwick hadn’t been so blind that he didn’t see the changes around him. How Vi had changed.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Pair up Drabbles 💌

For anon 💕!

Female / mid-twenties / sub into danger play and mommy dom / Any League of Legends or Arcane female character

I am SO happy you mentioned any Arcane or League character because while there are a few arcane characters I believe would be an excellent match for you, theres someone else who is perfect in League 👀❤

I diagnose you with…

Renata Glasc

"And this is the best Silco can do? You ?"

You watched the woman pick at the metallic claws of her right hand with annoyance, the silver scraping like nails on a chalkboard.

"I'll have you know I'm the one in charge of every business venture Silco takes part of," you replied drily; she didn't even blink.

You scoffed at her lack of reaction, perusing your lips haughtily: "If you want to do business with him, you do it through me."

The woman's fuchsia finally eyes bore into yours, and you felt your knees wobble slightly. Cold, calculating, and wholly in control were words you could use to describe them. But there was something more, something predatorial, something that shouldn't be in the gaze of someone tainted by shimmer.

The women lacked any fear.

You straightened your back, standing as high as you could. 

"I didn't mean to insult you. You simply look… a little young to know the ins and outs of dealing. But if Silco trusts you, then I will as well."

She rose up elegantly like she wanted you to see how massive her build was compared to yours, the glowing muscles of the robotic arm shifting darkly under her prosthesis. You swallowed with difficulty when she stood in front of you and held out her hand, feeling dwarfed by even the width of her palm. But Silco had trusted you for this deal; you wouldn't let him down. She wasn't the first chembaron you had dealt with, and she wouldn't be the last; you would make this deal no matter what.

You took her hand firmly and shook it, the metal of her palm cold against your fingers. You couldn't see it behind her mask, but you heard the smirk in her voice when she spoke again: "I feel we may have started on the wrong foot, so let's try again. I'm Renata Glasc, owner of Glasc Industries, at your service for the right price. And you are ?"

You looked straight into her eyes, refusing to let the primal instinct to run from her overtake you: "Someone who's about to leave if you don't cut the shit. I'm not here for a talk, I'm here for a deal."

You let go of her hand dismissively, a rush of pride flooding you at the expression of surprise on her face. Maybe she wasn't as intimidating as you thought her to be, you thought arrogantly. But it was quickly gone and she now looked merely bemused by your attempt to take control, as if you were a child throwing a tantrum.

"Talking is what makes a deal, sweetheart. That's how we build trust with each other. For example," she began, voice syrupy, her neon gaze focusing behind you with annoyance. "I don't peculiarly enjoy the men that are with you. Make them leave."

You glanced to the bodyguards Silco had lent you, your only true protection was something to go awry, unease seeping back into you.

"Why ?"

"As a show of good faith. Why would you need guards for a nice talk between two budding allies ?"

You looked back at the two men, who barely shrugged in answer. Renata watched you like a hawk, like she delighted in your hesitation.

"Go downstairs. I'll meet you up later," you finally said as firmly as you could, feeling regret the moment they left you alone with the chembaronness.

"Good girl," Renata purred, and the two words ignited something inside you that definitely should not come about during a deal with one of the most dangerous people in Zaun. She had gotten closer without you noticing, and the sharp scent of her perfume made you slightly dizzy. "Now, what is it old Silco wants ?"

"We know your boats don't get inspected by the enforcers," you mumbled, feeling her face too close to your own. Her eyes shone darkly, and you instinctively moved back, only for your back to bump against the wall.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied calmly. "And what about it ? You want my help? How much will you offer me ?"

Your throat felt impossibly dry as you let out the next words. Back when Silco had said them, it had felt like a good number, like an excellent idea. Now that you were standing in front of the woman, it felt like a very unfunny joke: "Twenty percent."

For a moment, she stayed silent, and you wondered if she would let you come out of the room alive. Then, she laughed, the sound echoing cold and harsh in her office.

"Are you sure you're not lost, little girl ?"

A cold hand reached for your neck and you immediately tensed, the metallic claws caressing the skin in a semblance of tenderness. "This isn't a game. You're playing with the big boys here. And you're testing mama's patience."

One of her fingers scraped the pulse on your neck and you trembled, wondering if she had pierced the skin.

"A partnership is about equality. 50/50, leave or take."

"Fifty-" you choked out indignantly before promptly shutting your mouth. You felt her hand still tight on your neck, the veins pumping blood so easily crushed under her grip, your body still trapped by the wall behind you. "Fine. We have an agreement."

You moved your head hoping she would release you so you could run out of there and never come back, but she didn't. If anything, the pressure of her fingers tightened, and you felt panic rise in your chest. You had to get out.

"Not quite yet I'm afraid, sweet girl," she whispered against your ear, and you felt her warm breath tickle your skin through the filters of her mask. "I have another request before we make a deal."

You felt a bead of sweat run down your forehead as you looked away to find something, anything to help you escape. When had she gotten you so far away from the door?

"I can't go any higher than-"

"I don't want more money," she interrupted drily. "I want you."

You felt your eyes widen in fear, and suddenly, you were thrashing around, trying to get out of her iron fist, both hands desperately clawing at her arm to make her let go. She didn't even flinch. A metal nail traced your jugular without hesitation, and you froze in horror as you felt a thin trickle of blood run down your chest.

"Don't struggle now, little girl. I can promise your boys won't get back up here in time to save you."

You were going to die. You were going to die for a stupid business deal with your windpipe crushed under this woman's grip, your cheeks red and your panties wet with desperate excitement.

"Silco is gonna know if you kill me," you croaked hopelessly.

"Kill you? Sweetheart, I don't want to kill you…" she cooed. "I want to taste you."

At that, her free hand left her side to rest against your navel, her fingers toying with the hem of your pants before sliding under them and into your underwear. You yelped at the touch of her digits against your pussy, her human skin so much warmer than her robotic one. Her eyes glowed in satisfaction.

"Very responsive… I wonder if Silco has made a habit of using you."

Slowly, she pushed a finger inside you, experiencedly stroking your walls without any hesitation, and you whined, overwhelmed.

"Don't talk about him like that," you spat out weakly as her fingers pumped in and out of you.

"Protective, aren't you? Perhaps you even have a little crush on the big boss ?"

Neither of you missed the way you clenched as she said that, and a second finger joined the first to move almost punishingly. You moaned, holding onto her arm for support, your thoughts muddled as she kept pushing in.

"Or maybe you just enjoy being around people with power… your body is even worse at lying than you are."

You cried out as her thumb brushed against your swollen clit, and suddenly, her hand was out of you, back at her side like nothing had happened.

"Wait-" you exhaled, hips embarrassingly moving against nothing.

"'Wait'? Wait for what ?" she said, voice dripping with irony. Her other hand let go of your neck and you coughed in surprise, breathing in the air you hadn't realized you needed. "This was nothing more than an illustration of what a partnership with me looks like. I can't let you cum until you've signed off on the bargain, that would be… bad business."

She sat back on her chair nonchalantly, flicking a speck of wetness of her finger as you felt your cheeks darken, your legs weakly holding up. "So," she said, back to casually picking at her nails, "do we have a deal ?"

[froggy-frogz]

Hey I hope your having a good day or night, I was wondering if you were able to write a jinx x transmasc or ftm reader? That's all, you can write it about whatever 😅.

A/N: Ofc afshdkj! Really like writing transmasc fics because I literally can never find any so I hope you enjoy it!

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Jinx x Trans Masc!Reader

Warnings: A little bit of transphobia, one instance of misgendering, and Jinx rocking an asshole's shit.

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Living in Zaun was an... interesting experience. One that you had gotten used to, but still interesting. You lived with your girlfriend as her sort of 'glorified' bodyguard, is what her father called it, in exchange for a place to stay and a bit extra silver in your pocket.

You say weren't even really a bodyguard, Jinx could take care of herself and you knew that, but you weren't going to complain. Her dad hadn't kicked you out yet and that was definitely was something you thought was going to happen.

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"Why do we have to do this?" Jinx complains as she had been the entire time you two had been walking.

You weren't happy with your task either today, but Jinx didn't have to come. Not sure what she thought you were going to do, but you were thankful she was coming.

"Because Silco is busy." You huff, blowing a couple of strands of hair off your face.

"And Sevika couldn't do it?" Jinx scoffs, "I wanted to have some alone time with you. She always handles this shit anyway."

You shrug, you weren't sure what Jinx's beef was with Sevika, but you didn't care. Sevika was chill enough that you didn't have any issues with her. You just wished that Jinx would stop messing with her.

"I don't mind it, Jinx, Silco pays me pretty well to do this sort of stuff." You slip your hand into hers, tugging on it, "Plus we are alone, and once I drop this stuff off to the Chembarons then we can go."

"The Chembarons? See Sevika should of gone," Jinx mutters, but you couldn't disagree with her there, you didn't like them either.

"We're almost there anyway." You say, "Then we can do whatever you want okay? I'll get you something if you want, to make up to you, I know you've almost completely used up your sketchbook."

She flashed you a grin, "You don't have to toots, but I won't stop you."

There we go, there was your Jinx. She seemed to have cheered up, and you let out a sigh of relief as she started to talk about the new bomb she was working on. It really hurt to see her upset so you were glad that her mood had done a 180.

You didn't like where the Chembarons met up, it stunk of cigars and sure, even though you worked for Silco, it doesn't mean you were all too pleased with all the shit they were doing.

Also, Jinx was right, if the Chembarons were all here, why wasn't Silco. Again you didn't really care, but it was just a thought.

You had gotten quiet in the elevator up and Jinx quickly caught onto that, pressing her weight onto your arm.

"In and out toots, you don't even have to talk to them if you don't want too." Jinx whispers to you as the door opens.

You tensed up as you two were faced with the door to their meeting room. You had been here once before with both Silco and Sevika, and it wasn't a pleasant time. You didn't talk but the way everyone looked at you made you want to be sick.

The doors pushed up and there stood Finn. He was one of the Chembarons, and one of them you hated the most. He had spent a good amount of time eyeing you. Too much time in fact.

"Heya Finn," Jinx snatched the package that you had held moments before and tossed it to him, "For you, special delivery."

He caught it and looked up to you two, his eyes quickly flashing between you and Jinx, and he smirked. Gods, you weren't sure how it could make you as sick as it did.

"Huh Jinx, never knew you swung that way." He leaned against the wall, "Though I did have my suspicions."

"What are you blabbering about?" Jinx flashed him a look, and you let out a small groan.

"Jinx, c'mon," You muttered, going to tug on her.

"I knew you were into women, though I never thought you'd actually find one." Finn snorted, and your stomach twisted.

You could feel Jinx tense up beside you, her hand gripping onto yours. This wouldn't end well. Jinx knew that you're transgender, but she didn't care at all. She had even helped you transition, cutting your hair for you when you had first come out to her.

There had been assholes in the past who had misgendered you on purpose, and Jinx happened to be in front of you. Things didn't end well for that person, they ended up with a broken nose and a threat that she'd do worse if they misgendered you again.

"Jinx, he's not worth it, let's just go." You mumble, but it was no use, you could tell she was livid.

Instead of leaving, she did the opposite, and let go of your hand to walk up to him, "Well sadly, that's none of your business Finn, and you also must be so blind because that's no woman,"

"Really? Could have fooled me," Finn snorted, "When we were first introduced, I was sure [Y/n] wasn't a woman's name. You really must like them broken, Jinx."

That was the last straw from your girlfriend, and before you could even manage to stumble over to her and pull her from him, her knuckle collided into his jaw, making the gold plate break off and clatter to the ground, making Finn stumble, landing on his ass.

"You better shut your mouth Finn, or I'll do it for you." Jinx spat, "You disrespect me or [Y/n] again and you'll regret it."

Finn was either too shocked to speak or smart enough not to push his luck as he said nothing.

With that, Jinx snatched your hand and dragged you from the room, and you two left, you said nothing, and Jinx still fuming.

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It wasn't until you were back in her hideout, that you actually said something.

"You alright?" You say softly, as Jinx flops onto her couch, her breath still heavy and her face flushed. You'd take that as a probable no.

"Yeah I'm fine." She said shortly, "You don't even look like a woman, I don't know why Finn was say that."

You sit down on the free space next to her, leaning against the backing, your voice still soft, "I do appreciate you looking out for me, Jinx, but you could of gotten in trouble."

"I wasn't going to let him shit-talk you." She swiftly sits up and her hands are suddenly cupping your face, "Are you okay trinket, I know that wasn't something you wanted to hear... back there."

"I'm okay now." You say, wrapping your arms around her, "I wasn't for a little bit, but after seeing you knock Finn onto his ass, I think I feel a bit better."

She smiles, moving to pull you into a hug, your head resting on her shoulder.

"If he does ever misgender you again, I'd do worse than send his jaw flying."

And you sure she would.

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[modestmuses-a]

@smelljustas--sweet | continued from here

Now, this is an unexpected visit, the guy who claimed not to need any of Ekko’s help suddenly showing up at his door.  The only thing that keeps Ekko from laughing at the situation is the heavy atmosphere hanging over Lucien, his solemn and serious expression, his eyes clouded with something dark and ugly.  When he says he has news, the words falling off his lips like bricks, Ekko steps aside and lets him in before pulling out a dining room chair for himself and sitting as instructed.  Something about Lucien, from the way he carries himself to the uncharacteristic softness of his voice, takes the rebellious spirit right out of Ekko, so he complies with what he is told.

And then, Lucien starts talking about an accident with his hands and voice shaking, and Ekko’s heart seizes in his chest, coiling itself into a tight knot and making it difficult to breathe.  He knows where this is going.  He has spent every day of his life worrying for his parents’ safety.  The chembarons don’t exactly care about the working conditions of their factories as long as the work gets done, and he has always known that it was only a matter of time before one of the machines inside exploded or the building fell down on top of them.

But then he remembers who is delivering the news, someone who doesn’t like him, and he curls his fingers around the edges of his seat, dirty fingernails scraping against tarnished wood.  Whatever kind of sick joke you’re trying to play, it isn’t funny, is what he wants to say.

That is, until Lucien pulls out his father’s watch.  Unmistakable silver, dulled with age, with a swirled engraving on the front.  He takes the watch from Lucien gingerly, as if he is clasping a baby bird with a broken wing.  And then he opens it and receives confirmation (as if he needed any more) that it is, in fact, his father’s watch.  The crack in the glass face, the exposed cogs still turning faithfully...  Wyeth always wound the watch up enough to get him through the entire work day.

This watch is the most expensive thing they own and has been in their family for generations.  Sometimes, late at night, he heard his parents whisper about selling it in order to make ends meet, but they could never bring themselves to do it.  Ekko always knew he would be the next in line to inherit the watch, but he thought—hoped—it wouldn’t be for another thirty years at least.

He snaps the watch shut and curls his fist around it so tightly that his knuckles turn white.  He then slumps forward in his chair and clutches his stomach, feeling violently ill all of a sudden.

“Both of them?” he manages to ask, his voice cracked and barely above a whisper, his throat burning.  It is rare that he cries, and even rarer that he does so in front of other people, but he doesn’t have the strength to stop the tears this time, as they come forward in large, hot globs.  He doesn’t dare move his arms from his aching stomach, not even to wipe his nose, and tears and snot dribble onto the old, dusty floorboards of his too-empty house.

He wants to blame Lucien for not trying harder, as unreasonable as that would be.  He also wants to grab the Zero Drive and try his hand at saving them himself, but he knows it won’t work.  The time it would have taken Lucien to get to his house from the factory...  He still hasn’t figured out how to make the Z-Drive go back that far, despite his best efforts.  He also wants to find the bastard who destroyed the factory and show him what going awol really means.

But right now, all he can do is cry.

He supposes he owes Lucien some expression of gratitude for returning the watch.  Anyone else probably would have seen it end up on the black market, and he knows Lucien could use the money, too.  He tries to compose himself with shallow, shuddering gasps and drags his glossy, red eyes up to meet Lucien’s briefly before they fall back to the floor.  He tries to force the word ‘thanks’ out from where it sits at the back of his throat, but all that comes out is a chocking sound, halfway between a sob and a wretch.  Weakly and slowly, he raises the fist that contains the watch and gives it a small shake.  The best he can do.