#the grief over Silco is too real

[aestheticsicrushon]

Never thought I'd catch you blubbering. Wonder if Silco even saw that.

[pzychojinx]

so, jinx in act one of season two. see, for three years i expected a full on descent into chaos and madness beyond any repair. i'd made peace with that, too. so i'm surprised - pleasantly, joyfully surprised.

very long analysis ahead on where they're taking her and how it speaks to me.

we first meet her again during silco's eulogy sequence - a beautiful sequence, halfway between dreamlike and real. "just like when vander shoved off", she says about his death. except it's not. after vander's death, after vi's perceived abandonment, everything jinx could feel was self-centered. she would say "she's not my sister anymore". she would devalue these people entirely. in fact, every single reaction to any action done by her loved ones would be self-centered and extreme. that is very much how her mental process works, how her trauma caused her to work. and more so: when silco would ask of her any work, any mission, she'd do the job purely for his sake, his affection, his approval, never caring about the cause.

in short, she was never able to get out of her own head for as much as a single minute. now, she starts the funeral off with "chembarons warring for control of the lanes. wannabe street thugs squabbling over scraps. just like when vander shoved off." and it's not about her abandonment anymore. it's not about being left alone. it's not about her. she's talking to silco about his city, his legacy, his world, his chembarons, his lanes. she's out of her own head, and it's the first time we ever see it.

"because someone put all those holes in you", she says then. and this is so interesting because there's obviously a dissociation here, as well as a very intense grief and sadness. we are obviously still dealing with someone who's deeply traumatized and unstable, but let's compare this with powder after the deaths of vander, mylo and claggor. powder had a full breakdown, both turned into a complete de-evaluation of vi as i was mentioning earlier and full desperation. "i only wanted to help, i only wanted to help, i only wanted to help".

this chaotic desperation is something jinx kept within herself throughout the entirety of s1 up until - the tea party. which i'm getting at, in a minute. point being, for now, that the jinx we see during silco's eulogy is grieving and lost and rootless and asking herself "what am i supposed to do with that?", but she lacks the chaotic full-on desperation that would lead her to acts of explosive destruction and/or self-destruction in s1. in fact, she's incredibly quieter. she's more grounded, more present in her movements, in the way she fights, in the way she talks.

in retrospect even her final action in s1, the infamous missile, already had the energy we're seeing now. it wasn't instinctive, driven by hallucinations or trauma or rage or an unrestrained trigger; it was silco's legacy and it was calculated. silco's death, i think now, left jinx as rootless as she's ever been, but it also left her with an acceptance of who she is. "don't cry, you're perfect". the tea party ends with her 'choosing' jinx and if you'd asked me before season two, i would have said with full certainty it meant she'd be going to be a loose cannon. entirely and with no possibility of ever being anything else. that's not what i think now.

i think she came to terms with who she is. i think now that the seat at the tea party wasn't a symbol of complete derailing, it was in a way a symbol of acceptance. "here's to the new us". she's fought her fight between powder and jinx and the tea party has permitted her to gain, in some way, a sense of closure. very importantly, having lost what she perceived as vi's acceptance, and having lost a father, she has also been able to shed the constant and desperate need to be in their favor.

during the 'sucker' sequence, we see her going through the lanes with a hood on her hair, very low-key. loose cannon jinx would have never, ever done that. loose cannon jinx would, quite simply, not have cared. she would have been extra, and explosive, and in everyone's faces. she's preserving herself not to be found, and that's new. again, i think she's still lost and rootless and grieving and really asking herself what she's supposed to do now that she's entirely autonomous and i also think there's definitely still a lot of bitterness and rage when it comes to vi which we obviously get to see during their fight and in no way is she magically ~healthy or anything like that - however.

she is still walking those streets in a way that indicates self-preservation. it would have been very, very easy for jinx to be captured by any of those goons and/or got herself killed. and for some reason, whether that be an apathetic, mourning state or mind, or whether that be some gained peace in who she is, or both - she didn't.

given all this, the new element that season two act one has introduced for her that truly moved me and made me feel... healed in a sort of way, is the introduction of human bonds for jinx that defy her historical, co-dependent mechanism of idolization and de-evaluation. ergo, sevika and isha. this is incredible for her and most of all, it's realistic. it's a chance at something, but it doesn't feel forced, nor fairytale-esque, nor does it resemble your usual ~redemption arc.

sevika and isha function as people who she's building some bond with, and since she's a little bit less in her own fucking head, and since she's not clinging to them as idealized protectors / saviours and neither is she refusing them as betrayers, and since she's not constantly fighting between what she perceives as her double identity anymore, she finally has the possibility to experience healthier bonds. sevika functions as somebody who still ties her to silco, possibly the closest thing she has right now to any root she might have left, and it works: reminiscing silco with her, gifting her the arm, doesn't leave her utterly alone but neither does it let her fall into the trap of clinging onto yet another figure from whom to fully depend.

and isha, very obviously, functions as the possibility of healing her inner child which is a goldmine for her storyline. her bond with isha could clearly have a narrative tie to jinx & silco, to jinx & vi, and most importantly to jinx and powder herself - this is all quite obvious but again, it's not executed in a way that feels like a forced 'redemption arc' or whatnot. the idea of this little street kid who just imprints on her like a lost little duckling, which is in no way jinx's decision, simply feels natural and heartwarming. does this mean i presume such healing of her inner child is going to come easy to her? no. but it's something. it's something very different from anything she's ever experienced before.

even through the loss, the rootlessness, the grief and confusion, the panic attack we see her experiencing through the lanes as a consequence of the moment she sees vi and caitlyn's enforcer squad, even through the brutality of the fight with vi, - and this is all to say, she's still a very traumatized individual, which is important because it would have just been senseless to have jinx somehow get fully stable like a switch had been flipped - we're seeing something new for jinx here. i've seen many posts related to "i'm glad it's you", and i might be unpopular here but while i do think jinx still has an element of suicidality, i also think she was at least half bluffing there. comparing her micro-expressions with the ones back on the bridge fight with ekko, i'm under the impression she was testing vi, at the very least partially. "poisoning us with gas?" is also an interesting line because even in her attack at her sister, she's less focused on her own trauma and more on something that we've hardly seen from her before - belonging to the lanes.

all of this to say, i'm loving the path they're taking for her. it's still very much jinx. it feels like jinx. but she's not just about to wreak senseless and desperate havoc in order to be seen by either her sister or her father, because there's no one to be seen by anymore. she's not fighting a desperate battle between her identities either, because she's accepted her place. she's not loud and erratic, she's quieter and coming to terms with herself. closure is truly the word that comes to mind, for me, in how i see her arc right now. closure, and unexpectedly, possibility.

[brain-depositary]

Okay, here are Arcane spoilers for Act 2. I have thoughts on Viktor, as there's been a lot of back and forth over whether what we're seeing is really him or if he is being controlled by the hexcore/arcane. And people are missing the narrative explanations, which seem to make what happened really obvious. And the biggest sign of this is that Viktor has been hallucinating Sky the whole time. The man has clearly lost his marbles.

The show is very clear that Sky is not there physically, but she's also absolutely not there mentally, spiritually, magically, whathaveyou. Her ghost isn't in the hexcore or whatever. There's simply no way.

It's not that we know for sure there are no ghosts in the world of Arcane. It hasn't been proven one way or the other that they exist. All sorts of fantastical things exist in Arcane and maybe ghosts do, too. But we know Sky isn't one because it makes no narrative sense for her to be.

Thematically, all of Arcane has been about people handling grief and loss not just poorly, but destructively. Powder hallucinates the people she's lost as critical voices and behaves erratically and dangerously whenever they do. Both Vander and Silco twist Vi and Powder's mother's dreams of peace into more violence and oppression. Jayce can't deal with the loss of Viktor and uses the hexcore to save him which Viktor specifically told him to destroy. Caitlyn becomes a dictator after her mother's death and uses the ventilation system her mother created against the very people it was intended to help. Ambessa has gone on a rampage for her dead son who preferred bloodless subterfuge, and I have a feeling Singed's daughter would approve of all the things her father is trying to do to bring her back, had she ever had the chance to know.

But Viktor, after losing Sky and her dreams, just kind of gets her back, and fulfills them? Yeah, no, I'm calling bullshit. Viktor is not going to be the only one exempt from the Arcane pain train. This would be bad writing.

Sky isn't a ghost here. She's gone. The version of her in the hexcore is purely a product of Viktor's imagination. We don't see Sky a lot, but what little we do, she's different, much more confident. It's not her. Viktor is handling his loss badly, too, but his method of doing so is just wholesale denying that it happened. Sky isn't dead, she's right there. Her dreams aren't gone, they're perfectly within reach. It doesn't matter if he dies now because he's succeeded in his goals of helping people. The sick are healed, the hungry are fed. The commune is thriving. Everything is great.

With whatever power he gained from the hexcore, he's able to project this denial onto the real world, at least for a little while. Everything in his little bubble DOES seem great, but the cracks in the facade come early. When Salo talks to Jayce in the overflow chamber, Jayce's breath condenses, while Salo's does not, implying that he's not breathing. Also, Salo's turnover at the commune is disturbingly quick -- his original personality just does not seem to be there anymore, despite his insistence otherwise. The "no weapons" rule, while idealistic, cannot realistically be enforced -- as much as Viktor denied, reality was going to come crashing in and he was going to be unprepared for it, because he just decided he didn't have to be. Huck didn't even seem afraid at all denying a heavily armed warlord and her contingent entry without disarming first when literally his only character trait has been being cowardly. There's nothing in him anymore.

So, is Viktor being mind controlled, or is this the same Viktor we've known the whole time? Well, it's not really either. This is Viktor snapping and having a mental breakdown. This is Viktor's equivalent of Jinx's tea party at the end of season 1, except he has far more power to make it last longer, seem nicer, and drag far more people into it. Probably, the hexcore is taking advantage of Viktor's vision to build its hivemind, but the vision itself is all Viktor.

So, given all this, my prediction is: Viktor will be salvaged and revived by Singed. He will get a reality check, that Sky is really gone, that the people he healed are hollowed-out husks, that the peace he created was too fragile to last -- and he won't care, he will try to get it back by any means necessary, even if he doesn't have the arcane abilities or ability to completely deny reality that he used to have. And this will create a bitter person, similar to the character we know as the Machine Herald from League of Legends.

[kiyrian]

I just realized: Jinx in S1 talks about how her & Vi situation is so much different than Silco & Vander. Now though we know they are very very similar and it's just that Silco never told her what really happened.

And we do see that he omits parts of the story - he shares new insight with her during the baptism scene after she mentions that they already went over it several times. Maybe he does it because some things aren't for children to learn, maybe because he struggles with sharing his real weak points.

Still, in the case of Jinx and Vi's parents I wonder if it's guilt - the same guilt Jinx feels over the death of her brothers. Or maybe fear - fear that Jinx would leave him if she found out her parents died after (and here I'm guessing based on Vander's flashbacks) Silco threw a Molotov cocktail at the guards. Hard to tell if he was the first to attack or it was a retaliation but the ending is the same: the parents died and Vander blamed Silco. Just like Vi blamed Jinx. Until Vander didn't but Silco never got to learn that. Until Vi didn't but she came with an enforcer and there was no time to talk.

How much easier would it be for Jinx if Silco shared the whole story? If he showed her that the similarities run deeper and that even after all this she (I assume) still saw his as a father figure -> she too deserved love despite her mistakes. Hell, if Vander ever talked to Silco or Silco tried to find him before S1 the whole problem would probably be solved before it even started.

And then what about Jinx sharing the whole story with Vi? How Silco was her father (was he good at it? that's a different topic. Still she grieves him as his daughter, she misses his lessons and guidance). How she didn't mean for the things to happen. How she needs help with her hallucinations (Silco tried to help with those and do they even have any kind of mental health professionals to offer real help? probably not. Still, not treating it as an excuse for her behavior but a real problem she's struggling with would do wonders.) We get some of it in S2 Act 2 but they are always in action and there are so many "almosts". Vi almost touching Jinx's shoulder. Jinx almost reaching out. The talk about future. They get family hugs with Vander. But this doesn't solve the grief, the hurt.

Here's to hoping the girls can break this circle of "All we needed was one honest conversation and then work on our relationship but we could have made it. Instead all we have is grief and useless legacy."

(Yet how often we don't get to have those kind of conversations in real life? How often we lose people because we never really explained? I love and hate how well Arcane portraits it)

[dirtytransmasc]

I think... I think Jinx needs to bring Isha home. whatever remains of her. I think she needs to parallel Silco, in carrying her daughter, but the newfound self control Isha has given her, and the memories of the hell that was her resurrection and it's aftermath, will keep her from making her father's mistake. so she will carry her home and away from the chaos.

and I think Sevika needs to take her. like she had back in the prison. taking her and protecting her so Jinx can rage. and so she can drive and say goodbye, because that was her daughter too, in a way. she never said it allowed or made the conscious effort. but that was her girl.

she needs to parallel the last moment she had with Isha. she needs to show a softness and vulnerability that comes with a mother, older and wiser and more calloused by life, taking up the hard duty of accepting and tending the dead. her dead. her child.

she protects Jinx in this, by taking Isha away and out of sight. letting Jinx breathe. letting her crumble. without risking Isha's safety. Jinx will fight her and she will say "you trust me with her once, yeah? trust me again?", and Jinx will accept. she'll hand her over like she's handing over something made of the most fragile glass and tissue paper and cotton floss.

and then Sevika gets a moment alone. a moment to accept this. and then she, this character who has always been rough and tough and full of grit and spit, who has been strong and violent, by choice and by her circumstances, in almost every scene she has ever had, to be gentle and quiet and grieving.

burial is not a luxury that many Zaunites get, but Sevika will find a way to make do. she'll tend her girl, both of her girls, and they will give Isha rest and peace. but for a moment she just needs to stare down at the broken body beneath her and accept that this is real.

all those years of thinking one day she would lose Jinx, never getting attached, and yet it was the girl that gave her hope that she loses? she wasn't there to protect her? the own she truly accepted this time around, to ensure she didn't fail her like she failed Jinx, and she loses her the second she's out of her immediate grasp? she didn't get to say goodbye? she needs a second.

and then she'll be there for Jinx, and watch her crumble and break and lose herself.

and she'll have moments alone where she doesn't know what to do with the pain in her heart.

and they will think of their girl.

and that will be that.

it would bring their arc all the way around.

Jinx can and will go mad, but not when she could hurt her baby. Sevika will be gentle. they will be mother and daughter in their grief. because Isha changed them for the better.

[ravenkinnie]

The crux of the matter is: Vi loves her sister.

She painted her love in blood on the stone walls in Stillwater; red and dark like fresh blood from scraped knees she patched on Powder so many times before, like the blood soaking the blanket they wrapped her sister in her first moments alive, before being laid in Vi's arms. In those days, the bruises on her ribs and her chest, her sides and her jaw, were still in the shape of a P, in the shape of her name as Vi repeated it to herself over and over, take care of Powder, get back to Powder, where is Powder-

It wasn't soon enough, it was eventually but they changed shape, into a baton, a boot, a fist, the blood soaking into the spaces between the stones, where Vi couldn't see anymore. Her chest hardened with it, the name harder and harder to dig out through the stone.

Until. The crack seeing the scribble on Caitlyn's report, the break, the shattering, at Jinx's wide eyes that Vi would always recognise in a face that she did and didn't at once. The quiver in her sister's voice when she asked are you real and how Vi didn't even think because hasn't she thought she's seen a flash of blue in the dark those first months, a voice calling her name in the days spent in isolation? She couldn't have known, not until Jinx ripped into herself on the floor of the cannery, she couldn't but she should have.

The smell of gunpowder is still heavy in the air, but Jinx's sobs stopped. She's eerily quiet, a more terriying feat than her anger, than her tears and her begging and apologies, her face broken up, features contorted into pain, into grief Vi can't see but she can imagine easily.

The ropes tight against her chest and arms dig painfully when Vi tries to breathe in, to calm her racing heartbeat, to hear anything over the roaring thrum of her pulse in her ears. She can smell blood, but she doesn't know where from, whether it's Silco's, mixed with the scent of gunpowder, whether it's her own from the gap between her teeth, the small open wound she feels tender on the back of her head. She thinks it's dried blood, matting her hair, not fresh, but the smell is so strong, metallic and nauseating, and Vi isn't sure.

Or-

Her eyes fall on Caitlyn, on Caitlyn's still form stretched out on the grimy floor and Vi can't look, she doesn't want to. Because when she does, she can't tell whether Caitlyn's chest is rising at all, whether the darkness around her head, the part of the floor hidden in the shadows, is her hair spread out across the concrete or a puddle of blood. The rope cuts into her muscles because Vi can't help the strain, she can't help pushing herself to the edge of the seat, the need to get up, get out, to check whether Caitlyn is breathing, whether she can feel that warm breath against her hand, rising goosebumps on her arms like Caitlyn's closeness does.

Her face is turned away, hidden in the dark, so Vi can't even see her softened features, lines she thought sharp at first but can't call them that in her mind now at all. All of Caitlyn is gentle, too tender to be laid out on the cold filthy floor amongst the iron scent of blood and the heavy smokey fear dripping off the walls, she should have never been here. But she was, because of Vi, because everything comes back to the stone in Vi's chest, to the crack inside it that she will never patch up, that she refuses to patch up.

A scrape of a chair against the floor; Jinx drops on it heavily, only the glimpse of the pink letters painted on the back before she's there, before Vi can't look away. Her sister looks empty, with hollow gaze, drained and exhausted like a child after a tantrum, but the toxic glow of her pink eyes makes the image more insidious, more sinister.

Vi should be shocked, she should be crushed, conflicted. And she is, her mind works so slow, the shock and stupor jammed between the cogs, and the bile on the backs of her teeth is so thick and bitter with fear, with Caitlyn's still chest, with the pulse in her ears making it impossible to hear whether there are any soft, quiet breaths coming from her direction.

But then there is something missing - the conflict.

"Jinx," she says, thick saliva coating the insides of her mouth. Jinx flinches at the name; it doesn't change anything. "It's okay. We can leave. We can."

Her eyebrows scrunch, a line between them that Vi knows means Powder would be holding back tears, the twitch in her cheek that means the same. But then she flinches again, more abrupt and harsher, the turn of her features becoming angrier as she looks to the side at something Vi can't see. "I don't." Her voice is angry, spitting out the words, but when she turns back to Vi there is none of that anger there. Her pink eyes glow with something deep and dark, tendrils of despair. "I can't trust you."

It hurts, the words hurt, but so does Vi's hand, as if it could still burn painfully from the contact with the soft skin of her sister's cheek, the force of the slap making her own palm sting. "No," Vi agrees.

Jinx looks at her with wide tearful eyes, the hurt and the hope hidden in those tears, her lip giving the tiniest tremble. Vi should think she looks like Powder, that she still hurts the same, the same scrunch in her forehead, the same twitch in her cheek. She doesn't look like Powder at all, not with the hollowness and the pink glow.

But she still looks Vi's sister. "I love you. Whatever you do, I love you." She lets her voice shake at the end but makes sure Jinx hears, that she understands.

Jinx doesn't turn her eyes away but Vi can't look into them anymore, she can't see whether they will flicker away again or remain. She shuts her own, tight, until fireworks burst underneath her eyelids, blue like smoke from a flare. She still can't hear any soft breaths through the thunder in her ears. She does hear the grating noise of the chair scraping against the floor as Jinx gets to her feet, the steps that move closer. Her hands and her eyes sting as Vi waits for whatever follows.

The start will always be the same as the end: Vi loves her sister. Somehow, it feels like the worst thing she's ever done.

[r0semaryt3a]

Arcane season 2 opinions with the first few episodes: (spoilers under cut)

Episode one: fantastic start! Jaw dropping visuals, wonderful storytelling right off the bat, already had me crying, top tier voice acting as always and an AMAZING intro sequence! Immediately sets up conflict and throws us right back into the gut punch that is the Arcane storyline. And the score? Already fab. Already love it. Such a good start to the season we are so back baby! And also, like, what a way to introduce your themes and new cast members. I think the way they did that was fab and remains so throughout in this really nice blend of direct exposition and just letting a scene flow. Overall, there’s nothing particular I want to say about the first episode. I think it was fab and I have no real complaints. I like how it gets right into the nitty gritty that Arcane is known for whilst not shoving action straight down our throats: a subtle drip feeding.

Teeny weeny little bit of annoyance with the manner in which Vi ‘joins’ the enforcers but that’s a personal nit pick that really I myself am glossing over as it worked well with the story and wasn’t forced.

Episode 2: SOME OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES EVER OML. The parallels?? Mwah, love them. Love them to bits. “How could someone put all those holes in you?” CRYING, BAWLING MY EYES OUT GOOD GOD. Hate it, love it love it love it. Sucker? New favourite song, new favourite music video I adored the start of that (and the end but the Chem Barrons at the table? Good grief oml serve me some more I BEG) ISHA IS A LITTLE CUTIE, Sevika my woman, my wife I love you. I also really liked how the speech about Silco between her and Jinx really shows us their perception of him and just how warped it is.

It works well to set up a ton of tension and genuinely was so visually pleasing I just can’t. Like that whole scene with Sev’s new arm? Yes please 🙏. VIKTOR’S ARC IS COMING TOGETHER AND I AM EXCITED FOR IT! “It was affection that held us together” man that hurts and I’m here for it. We’ve gotten so much more Mel content I am loving it! Episode 2 is like everything to me already I enjoyed it so much all the different parallels and what not we’re deliciously executed!

Episode 3: THAT SCENE WITH THE GREY?? OH. MY. LORD. YES!!!

But…this is where I have problems (funnily enough also where I do in season 1). Not with the whole Cait-Vi-Jinx fight no. I think was that brilliant. But Ambessa. I did indeed roll my eyes at the reveal of her setting up conflict with Renni in order to secure what she wanted and the whole thing with the Guild merchant (nothing else with the though). Now, it’s not weak storytelling by any means it’s just a few personal “no no” tropes of mine. However, I am aware that this is only the third episode and a major stepping stone on setting up the rest of the season LIKE WITH WARRICK (omlomloml can’t wait) so I’m not going to elaborate too much on that bit. BACK ONTO POSITIVES: THE VISUALS? THE SMOKE-BOMB SCENE? FISHBONES BACK INTO PLAY? the absolute gut wrench of any and all Violyn scenes. WE GOT WAY MORE EKKO??? AND THAT WHOLE TRIP IN THE HEXGATES WAS JUST WOW! My poor gal Mel is suffering…

The animators have put their all into this season and it shows the visuals are FANTASTIC! Don’t even talk to me about the music it was so great I love it all.

I really like the way they’re setting up all these parallels! Almost makes me forget that most of my favs are dead (Cassandra, Silco, Renni, Greyson)

Overall I can’t wait for more Arcane

[heroinejinx]

FANFIC APPRECIATION MEME

Post recommendations for your ten favourite fanfics and tag the authors if possible. Tell us what you like about their work.

Tag five people of your choice to do the meme too.

okay well there’s more than ten because i’m indecisive & these are all too good not to mention!!

for some sense of order, i’ve separated them by ships, and then further by if they’re canon or au, because the 2 are essentially different genres so 🤓 

i’m also not gonna expand too much on what i like about each of these because it’ll just be me waffling & saying ‘i love this ship and this person writes their dynamic so damn well’ over and over lol 

Lightcannon

~~canon-ish~~

- ‘Ill-Fortune and Illumination’ series by @questionablecuttlefish 

ft. scenes of extreme chaos and extreme tenderness, sometimes in the same chapter, always brilliant 🤌

- ‘The energy that pumps through my veins’ by @ghostofyaz

in which jinx is the ultimate masochist & lux aims to please ✨

- ‘Flashbangs and Frag Grenades’ series by @calchexxis (which there’s also a podcast on Spotify for!!🔥)

‘jinx is crazy, lux is crazier’ - a must read

~~au~~

- ‘Bright Eyes’ series by @calchexxis

college au in which jinx is a ‘tattooed punk on a motorcycle’ - need i say more? 👀

- ‘Friction Coefficient’ by @blood-lich-crow

and so they were forced to be study buddies 😙

- ‘Fight and Flight’ by @onegraycat

the closest to top gun i will ever willingly get, ft. angst and planes ✈️

Timebomb

~~canon-ish~~

- ‘My Boy Savior’ by Elssandra on AO3 (idk their tumblr)

wherein jinx’s journey to becoming a firelight is cute, dark as hell, dramatic and frequently heartbreaking - yay 🥲

Pistolwhip / CaitJinx

~~canon-ish~~

- ‘Dancing After Death’ by @prettyaveragewhiteshark

jinx and caitlyn bond over their grief & it hurts & it’s so satisfying to read 💔

- ‘Hollow bones and bird song’ series by @natsukashenby

the fic that got me into the crackship, so much angst and pining, god bless 🙏

- ‘Lithium’ series by @ravenkinnie

okay i need to re-read this asap but the angst in this knows no bounds 🖤

~~au~~

- ‘Love Sonnet aka Escort AU’ series by @ravenkinnie

this fic is so tender and their connection feels so real - idk how else to describe it other than saying just go read it right now 🥺

- ‘Lover, will you look at me now? I’m already dead to you’ by @natsukashenby

ft. caitlyn and jinx bonding a little too much at a party… gotta love the drama

Liquorbomb (Jinx x ‘Chuck’)

@unknownstellardepths has this monopolised lololol thank you for your service

~~canon-ish~~

- ‘Toy Guns with Real Bullets’

jinx turns to ‘chuck’ after killing silco and things get *complicated* ❤️‍🩹

this fleshes out thieram/chuck so so well, and the writing in this? the crafting of the fight scenes, the sex scenes, and character development? yeah, read it.

~~au~~

- ‘Scissors and Heartstrings’ 

more thieram and jinx antics - can’t get enough tbh 🫶

Honourable mentions for some non-Arcane fics I adore:

SPOP (Catradora)

~~canon-ish~~

- ‘Falling feels like flying (till the bone crush) by ehj on AO3 (idk their tumblr)

what if catra and adora started secretly fucking while still at war with each other? yeah this is that & it’s bloody great 😌

~~au~~

- ‘Break a Leg (and break the bed)’ by @dandyvela 

catradora as stunt workers who are secretly fuck buddies, minus the friendship & add on a whole lot of repressed feelings. genius 💖

- ‘Take me home’ by feistypants on AO3 (idk their tumblr)

exes running a farm together and slowly confronting the past… when i tell you i cried 😭

Killing Eve (Villaneve)

~~what everyone in the old fandom wishes could’ve been canon~~

- ‘Saving Eve’ by DontShoveTheSun on AO3 (idk their tumblr)

okay i’m not exaggerating when i say that this fic has improved my mental health lol anyone still reeling from that abysmal finale needs to read this. this whole thing is like the most comforting hug ever & idc it’s canon to *me* 🥹

tbh i’d also extend this rec to anyone who enjoys the murder wives trope in general, even if you haven’t seen the show - this fic truly delivers everything that kind of story needs. can’t praise it highly enough.

okay, this was super fun to do so i’m tagging all the authors mentioned here, plus anyone else who wants to do it! 💕

[scvcnmore]

Was that [RUBY CRUZ]? Oh no no, that was just [VI], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ARCANE]. They are [TWENTY-FOUR] years old, use [SHE/THEY], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long

Vi, was born as Violet, in the underground city of Zaun. She lived here with her parents and younger sister, Powder, up until the failed rebellion by members of the Undercity to establish independence from the 'Topside' city of Piltover

As they made their way through the aftermath of the failed revolt against Piltover, Vi and Powder come across Vander -one of the leaders of the uprising- and almost immediately after they see the bodies of their parents, having fallen in the fight against the Topside's Enforcers

Vander goes on to adopt the now orphaned sisters, and along with their also adopted brothers, Mylo and Claggor, they go on to form a new small family of their own. But as Vi grew older, so did her discontent with the growing inequity between the Undercity and the Topsiders, feeling that the latter were evil in their selfishness and exuberance. She grows to feel far less than the Topsiders and wants more for her sister than what they've currently been made to live with

One day, when she's about 15, Vi leads her siblings on an excursion into Piltover with the goal in mind to burglarize a lavish apartment noting that clearly no one on the top-side was going hungry

Unfortunately, the attempt ends with an explosion that set off a chain of events that Silco -a chem-baron producing and pushing a drug called 'shimmer' in the undercity- would take advantage of in order to finally get his revenge on Vander for having been betrayed by the man after their attempted rebellion failed

Silco uses an ambitious young enforcer, Marcus, to pressure Vander into giving himself up to Piltover in retribution for the explosion in order to save the kids. Before Sheriff Grayson and her team can take Vander topside though, Silco steps in with Deckard -a teenager mutated by shimmer- in order to kill her and her team, save Marcus, so he can take Vander himself

After learning that Silco has Vander from her young friend Ekko, Vi prepares to lead a rescue mission and asks that Powder stay behind, the idea of risking her sister too much to add to everything else. However, things take a turn real quick once Vi and the boys manage to get to Vander. Unbeknownst to any of them, Powder would proceed to follow after her siblings anyway, and in the chaos of the fight between Silco's goons and Deckard against VI, a bomb of Powder's design would go off. Mylo and Claggor would die in the aftermath. Vandor goes on to inject himself with shimmer in order to face off with Deckard -who Silco has sent in Vi's direction- but ultimately appears to sacrifice himself in order to save Vi from the collapsing building

Overwhelmed by the loss of the majority of her family, Vi is distraught to learn that the bomb that killed Mylo and Claggor was set off by Powder. Her anger and grief taking over, she proceeds to call her sister a jinx before striking her and running off. After a moment, realizing the massive mistake she's made, Vi turns back to see Silco approaching Powder but, before she can run back over, she's drugged and taken prisoner by Marcus

She spends the next seven years locked away at Stillwater prison, constantly battling with the guilt of having abandoned her sister that night and being in the dark as to what ultimately happened to Powder.

One day she's approached by the dismissed enforcer, Caitlyn Kiramman, who offers to find a way to get her out in exchange for help getting more evidence to help bring down Silco and his shimmer operation

Once out, Vi does in fact help Caitlyn, but her priority is in finding Powder and attempting to make things right by her. However, she comes to learn that in her absence her sister has now adopted the moniker of Jinx and willingly works for Silco -even seeing him as a father figure

She finds herself constantly conflicted between wanting to do everything she can to get her sister back, and helping Caitlyn get the evidence she needs in order to ensure Silco is taken down

This culminates in a final confrontation between the sisters, where a Jinx now fully affected by both her own mental illness and the effects of the shimmer that was used to save her life, takes extreme measures to try and eliminate the threat of Caitlyn who she feels has taken Vi away from her

During the confrontation, Jinx kills Silco and in the immediate aftermath cements her newfound identity as Jinx by using a hextech rocket of her own design to take aim at the Council of Piltover, as Vi and Caitlyn look in unable to do anything about it

In D.C. Vi is completely unaware of any of that though and she will remain unaware until, at the very least, the final season drops so she can be made aware of everything all at once

As far as she's concerned, her sister's name has always been Jinx, and they've never really spent more maybe a day apart. The blue-haired girl may be a tad eccentric and maybe a little too trigger-happy for Vi's liking, but she's never actually hurt anyone and Vi doesn't believe she ever would

Vi currently has her own place (though with how 'at home' she allows Jinx to get, one might be forgiven for thinking otherwise) and is working as a bouncer

Her wiki: https://leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Vi/Arcane

@strawbrryrush

[areax]

more spoiler thots

i did not like the amount of music videos that there were. you will never be jinx v ekko fight in s1. in this gothic underground city we all sin just like denzel curry said

while i don't like jayvik (mostly bc i think jayce is awful to viktor) i do believe that it happened at some point between act 1 & 2 of s1. i do have to concede that what jayce did was very mad scientist gothic hero coded. the problem is that jayce does not deserve it and i hate him. but i did like their situationship breakup and viktor being like "yeah the only reason i stayed around is because i had a crush on you. now ive realized the error of my ways. bye." MANY SUCH FUCKING CASES

catvi kiss OF COURSE. LESBIANS STAY WINNING [five minutes later] lesbians stay losing,.... ok but the tumult of the caitvi relationship is so accurate to life though

caitlyn i love you so much. YES GIRL TURN THE SEAS RED WITH YOUR GRIEF!!!!!!!!!!! YES GIRL BECOME THAT WHICH YOU SWORE NEVER TO BECOME!!!!!!!!!!! BE CORRUPTED BY YOUR MOTHER'S LEGACY OF OPPRESSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS ALL ROTTEN DOWN TO THE ROOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love morally gray women so much i love you cait

viktor hot. i fucking love his new look so bad. mr machine herald please show us that THANG. i am so sad that his eyes changed color but i like that they're all shifting and shiny now

i really like that they are bringing back sky (or brought her back briefly) because her death in s1 felt VERY introduced and then fridged for a man coded. i mean considering that shes probably the manifestation of viktor's guilt and/or the voice of the hexcore which is now a part of him she still is in the narrative to serve for his development but like. i love a woman who haunts. i hope they don't get too heterosexual about it but if they do i hope it's interesting at least. this show does not TEND to get super het about relationships between men and women but i always have my head on a fucking swivel for it

not sure how to feel abt jinx adopting that random child. okay i guess

SEVIKA SWEEP!!!!!!! OUGH the scene with her and jinx talking about silco and just all the silco grief from both of them, that scene with jinx and his body in the water.... rip to a real one... i LOVED that they are united by their grief and idk whats going to happen when sevika finds out that jinx killed him... but yes sevikaaaaaaa i need her to take over as king of the lanes. fuck these stupid chembarons sevika 4 president

Arcane

[katcadecascade]

Pressed thin like your favorite page (Silco X Reader) Chapter 6

Ao3

Chapter One: Oh Teacher my Teacher

Chapter Two: Song of Iliad

Chapter Three: Tale of Two Cities

Chapter Four: I Write Sins not Tragedies

Chapter Five: Yesterday Upon the Stair

Chapter Six: In Perfect Light

Additional Tags: references of (canon) death(s); discussions of grief; I didn’t research canon lore of a League character so I glossed over any specific backstory; I lowkey accidently wrote Reader with a drinking problem but it isn’t an overarching thing

Word Count: 7750

“I have not seen you in months and the first thing you do is tell Jayce I need a doctor?”

Like every time you let yourself in Viktor’s house, not including the previous take, Viktor was nonchalant with your comings and goings. He was always busy with his own work and you with your own.

Sure you turn to him for some assistance in your writing blocks but after Patroclus’ Heart and Achilles’ Arrow you both decided to end your collaboration. It was all due to the amount of lack of sleep you two share over spending the late nights to early noon just staring at blank papers and scribbled notes. Your handwriting has never been so terrible. 

So after that, any of your visits was treated as unremarkable since you and Viktor hadn't had many days of absence. So your good friendship returns with proximity. 

That is until today apparently. 

You blame Jayce Talis. 

Too bad he isn’t here right now for you to glare at. It’s just Viktor in his parlor, apparently too engrossed with lecturing you instead of the notebook in his lap. Another day and another book, never a dull image for you to see Viktor still studious as ever. 

Except for when he wants to complain about you interfering with his well being. 

“It was a suggestion,” You said in your defense, you hold your hands up in surrender and use a foot to close the door behind you. 

“I was not heavily ill the other day,” Viktor said. 

You frown unimpressed at him and wander over to his seat on the couch. Upon further inspection, there are more books on the coffee table joined with scattered pages and colorful pens. It’s like your desk back home. 

Pointedly glancing at the mess, you stated, “You’re doing this here and not your fancy lab because you’re avoiding Heimerdinger, aren’t you?”

“A baseless conjecture.”

“Is Jayce covering for you?”

“No, he’s with his sponsors at the moment.”

“Okay, you’re hiding out here so that Heimerdinger won’t bother you.”

Seeing that you’re not letting go of your theory, Viktor rolls his eyes and settles with this. “I’m not in the mood for the Headmaster’s advice nor his opinion on my research.”

The way his shoulders sag, how Viktor clutches at his notebook makes you sigh. You’ll never truly understand the yordle that has given so much to Viktor yet when it matters most, Heimerdinger’s prestige does not uphold.

You sit besides your friend, “What project did he deny?”

“A water purifier.”

“What?” You shouted in outrage. “No! Why would anyone reject something as important as-”

Viktor pushes a blueprint schematic map to your face. You stare at it and then at the scientist, and back to the paper. “Why is it so massive?”

“I’m trying to solve the river toxins, Reader.” He says it as if it is obvious, “You know, a major problem of the fissures?”

“The construction of this purifier takes over the entire southern docks.”

He taps at the measurement scribbled at the one corner, “No, merely half, a one-third at best.”

“Can’t you make it smaller?” You take the paper from him, holding it like it’s a foreign puzzle. “Like the size of a water mill.” 

“I thought that,” Viktor confessed sadly, dragging a hand over his face, “but it won’t be enough to make real progress with the toxins.”

This is a ‘go big or go home’ way of thinking that normally does not stop Viktor. He wants to create something that will help the Lanes, inventing projects with an all or nothing approach that is admirable. 

Headmaster Heimerdinger was one of those who were impressed and gave Viktor the chance to get more resources and finances. You understand Viktor’s wonderment and pride at gaining this level of support. The day you signed your stories to Rebekka Manette was a dream, an overload of endorphins at the chance presented to you.

A chance to actually bring the Lanes out of the darkness and into the light.

Viktor would one day invent machines that construct new foundations of the Lanes, a long overdue detox of the land. Meanwhile you would teach and share knowledge of the strife, stories that persuade people to want to be in this new light. 

Yet here you two are, sitting on a Piltover couch far away from home with no real progress to help the Lanes.

Piltover, the City of Progress. 

You stare at Viktor’s notes of his rejected water purifier. 

One of your hands grip at the stupid tassels of the couch, with the other, you force the blueprint down before it could be crushed in your anger. 

You know nothing of Heimerdinger to reason why he aides to forsaking the undercity. 

It’s like the professor fails to realize that the Lanes need bigger projects to uproot the problems you and Viktor breathed though. 

“I still check on your old toxicity monitors,” You tell him, your hold on the couch tassels still strong. 

“They still work?” Viktor leans in, curious and excited at the knowledge that an early invention is still functioning. “They stopped sending data to my chart weeks ago.”

“I took my students to see them.” You smiled, recalling how Tyson had to hug Franny before they could run into the waters. “Upstream is still swimmable but downstream?” You shake your head, “I couldn’t see that monitor under all the oils and runoffs.”

Viktor doesn’t hold back a sigh, a heavy toll on his body that you almost regret causing. 

You know Viktor, he isn’t a man to mope for too long. He sets a hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me.” He faces away from you, not out of shame but just to look around his parlor. “I haven’t been home in quite some time.”

“And it’ll still be there when your next project is ready.” You finally relax your hands, placing one on top of Viktor’s resting hand. “Viktor, you’re doing great up here.”

He nods at you, grateful, “Yes, all the Hextech engines have been a success.” His hands return to the water purifier plans, “I just wished these will come into fruition as well.”

You don’t have the optimism to tell him to have hope. After all, Viktor has been up here for a long time without any big funded project to help the Lanes. Yet you rather not bring it up. There’s a chance that Viktor would criticize or empathize with your own failings. You hadn’t taught more than three students this week. 

“Work with what you have, Viktor,” You advise as if you know anything, as if you’re capable of wisdom for your tired friend. “This Hextech has been popular, stick with that.”

A small laugh from him surprises you, but it’s out of good faith as Viktor pats your back, “You haven’t used your teaching voice on me in forever. Almost missed it.”

“I don’t have a teaching voice.”

“You have one,” he insists, pointing at you teasingly. “Your students might not notice it but I do.” You merely roll your eyes at him. “How are your students by the way?”

“Franny believes they’re ready for bigger words.” You grin, “I’m trying to find them a word of the day calendar. As for Tyson, well…” Lips pressed thin, you sadly explain, “He’s been busy with his dad’s shop so his lessons have been stretched out basically.”

“What about your brightest students?” Viktor sets his work down in favor of you. “The mechanic boy and the inventor girl.”

“The boy hasn’t been to class in months.” 

If it wasn’t for Franny, you would have thought Ekko was gone too. He was close to his mentor, Benzo. His death was a heavy toll on the kid. 

“I talked with his parents a while back,” You recalled. “They’re convincing him about taking up an apprenticeship topside.”

“He’s still young, correct?” Viktor asks and you nod. “If he continues progressing his practice he should be more than ready for any application interviews.”

Your heart thumps nervously at the thought. Ekko has a brilliant mind for mechanics, no doubt, but it’s still a Piltover apprenticeship. He may not be your first student who can outwit and outmatch a Piltover student but Ekko is the first to show an interest to apply. You gave Ekko’s parents all the mechanic books you own to increase his chances. 

Viktor continues on, “And then the girl, the one with a sister complex. How is she?”

You take a deep breath through your nose. With your elbows on your thighs, you sink your face into your hands, hunched over and welcoming waves of gloom. 

“...It has gotten worse considering the sister is now gone.” You quickly tacked in to clarify, “Not dead, but it’s enough for her to be a mess.”

“Oh. Was it-”

“It was a bad, bad argument. I didn’t pry anymore. I didn’t want to know more.”

What a cowardly mantra you developed over the years, watching your students flee from your life. You will never know what hurts more, seeing your students carry on with their survival in the Lanes, discarding the little education you’ve provided, or stumbling upon their corpses. 

“I’m sorry, Viktor,” You tell him, your head still buried in your hands, “I swear I didn’t come here just to be depressing.”

“I will always enjoy your company, Reader.” You feel his arm draped over your shoulders. “You are my friend.”

“Thank you, Viktor.”

“You must vent this out. Clearly your life is messier than mine as of late.” At his jovial tone, you elbow him in the ribs. “What? It’s true. On top of all this mourning, apparently there is this attractive parent of your student.”

Slowly, you lean back and properly face your friend, lying with a straight face. “It’s nothing.”

“Liar.” 

Immediately you broke your charade and grinned hopelessly, unwillingly meeting Viktor’s own amused expression. 

“Okay, fine I like him but now’s not a good time.”

“You think you’re good with excuses, even better with cover stories, but they never work on me, Reader.”

“Ugh,” You dip your head back, complaining, “You’ve never been interested in my love life.”

“Because for the longest time it was Rebekka and I did not like her.”

As far as you could tell, you only casually mentioned dating your publisher for a few months. Then later again to casually mention that you broke things off. Those two instances cannot be enough for his judgment and yet you now wonder…

“Did I do something… to make you dislike her?”

Viktor shakes his head, looking at you with both worry and disappointment. “No, no, she did something to you that made me dislike her. You have a light in you, for your students, for your writings, and for the Lanes.” He takes your hand and cups it to the center of your collarbone. “She shrouds you.” Viktor sighs, “I hope this new crush does not do the same.” 

“He won’t.” You find those words effortlessly, even with the sudden definition of your past relationship with Rebekka. 

With her, there were so many conversations that felt like an unsanctioned surgery. Her praises and advice and cherishment were all scalpels to remove your organs. You don’t feel like remembering the day you ran from her operating table. 

Viktor lets go of your hands, appearing assured by your faith in this new person in your mind and heart. “What’s he like?”

Silco. 

A man of great power and influence, precision and passion all for his plans. That type of person with such determination for a revolutionary plan builds up fear in many men. 

While you acknowledge that fear, it gets pushed to the corner of your consciousness in favor of other emotions. 

“Has an eye on the bigger picture,” You smile, enjoying your inside joke. “He really cares about the Lanes to the point where he knows its limits and how to push it. His old fiery determination is still there, but it's in better control now, everlasting and patient for the endgame.”

“I’m not quite seeing how this is an attractive trait.”

You shrug, “I don’t know how else to describe him. It’s obvious that he’s been through a lot of pain and suffering but he still endures this world we’re given, all for the sake of gifting a new one to his daughter.”

Viktor rolls his eyes, making you glare at him. “He’s good with kids, of course you like him.”

“Hey!”

“But yes,” He shrugs back, “I could see the potential.”

You cross your arms and mockingly imitate Viktor’s accent, “Hmm, Jayce is good with tools, of course you like him.”

“He has impressive back muscles,” Viktor shares, unfazed. 

Annoyed, you muttered, “I knew it.”

“And my theory is that your beau has a frame such as I,” Viktor gestures to himself with a smile so sickeningly charming you gag. He elbows your rib, luckily not too harsh. “He has scars, doesn’t he?”

“...Yes.”

Viktor laughs at you, “You’re gonna write poems about him.”

“No, no!” You shake your head fiercely, denying the existence of your poem journal, “I haven’t sunken that deep!”

You have though. 

He clapped once and the dreaded fate was sealed. “It’s only a matter of time, Reader.”

You reach around and grab the couch’s throw pillow, hitting his arm, “Poetry is hard.”

“So you have tried,” Viktor needlessly reads you like an open book. He smirks at you, “An esteemed novelist who fails in the art of poetry.”

“Have you tried to write it?”

“No.”

“Then. Shut. Up.” You beat him with each syllable. 

Viktor merely raises one arm up to guard, not at all bothered that his furniture is used against him. 

“If it makes you feel better, I’m missing a certain Patroclus book from my collection. You have gained another fan.” 

He gestures to his bookshelf over by his bedroom door. You know that Viktor has all of your novels, even the ones not under the Reed Eros name. A bubble of laughter rises from within you when you do see a gap between the books. 

“I’ll be sure to ask for two early copies of Escaping Ogygia,” You tell your friend. “I’m sure Jayce would appreciate it.”

“Oh I want to see the look on his face,” Viktor grinned. “But before that,” he gets up, his cane assisting him to the bookshelf. He grabs one of the bulky science books and hefts it over to you. “Trade?”

“Trade,” You snort, exchanging your cushion weapon for his book. “What’s this for?”

Viktor takes his seat again, fluffing up the pillow for his back, “Oh for your inventor student. You see her brilliance, I believe this would help.”

“Thank you Viktor,” Your voice is soft but utterly grateful.

“Yes, yes, you're welcome. Maybe this will impress her father as well? Your crush and her father are one and the same, yes? I think you mentioned him before.” His usual smile trails off, lost in thought and looking away. He does not notice your rapidly paling face. “Was it Van?” 

Vander. 

A clamminess grows in your throat and a hollowness builds in your gut. You hug the science book tightly to your chest, a corner jabs uncomfortably in your stomach but you allow it. It has been so long since you thought about Vander, another dead friend you push away to the caverns of your mind. Yet the way Viktor couldn’t even grasp Vander’s being, it unsettles you more than the ghosts. 

“No, um, no it’s not him. She got a new dad cause…” You stumble over your words, avoiding his worried gaze now upon you. “Vander’s dead.”

“Oh,” his voice is distant and small. “Reader…”

A big part of you wants to make your exit as fast as possible, damning Viktor’s concern but you know better. He would chase after you because he is your friend. You don’t want to be followed. 

“Reader, I’m sorry for bringing up bad thoughts.”

“You didn’t know,” You remind yourself more than him. “His death, he didn’t go quietly into the night. Everyone in the Lanes still mourns him.”

“This includes you?”

You nod because it is easier than admitting what is truly distressing you. 

“I’m so sorry, Reader,” Viktor gives his condolences that you hastily accept. 

“Thank you Viktor,” You gesture to the book and then stand up, “I’m gonna head down.”

He stands up too, cane back under his arm, “Will I expect more visits?”

“Of course,” You answer before departing his apartment.

You make it out without causing him more to worry, or at least you manage to plug up most of his concerns, enough to make him believe you’re in a healthy and stable state of mind. 

Right now, you don’t have control of your thoughts as you march your way through Piltover. His sentiments ring in your head and it worsens the maddening rage and appalment at Viktor’s reaction. Viktor consoled you like an outsider. 

You know that Viktor will always care about the Lanes, you know his efforts and beliefs for a better world for the Lanes. That doesn’t erase the fact that he hasn’t lived there for years now.

Vander’s name didn’t ring a bell in his memory because Viktor wasn’t there for Vander’s era. He wasn’t there during the raids, the bombings, the food shortage. 

Life in yours and Viktor’s youth hasn’t been pleasant, it frustrates you both that the children are still experiencing those same unpleasantries.

Yet this certain upsetting anger is directed at your friend all because he has been stuck at Headmaster Heimerdinger’s side doing absolutely nothing. 

Meanwhile you were there at the edge of the battlefield. Not as a warrior though, no that was never your role during the raids. 

Someone had to stay behind to watch over the children. 

Those bitter memories fade in and out of your vision. The smoke and gasses rising from the fires. The odor of blood and puss from bullet wounds and infections. Sometimes the ground would shake and everyone would get scared because was that one of our bombs or the enemy’s? 

It worsens when you reach the end of the road. You barely hear the waters under the bridge over the storm in your head. 

There are multiple bridges that connect Piltover to the upper crust of the Lanes. You avoid the ones with the most funeral memorabilia at the end. There are other people crossing the bridge, their destination either the rich air or the acidic dirt. 

A few people aren’t moving, peering over the bridge to watch the lapping waves, rocking the traveling boats. You don’t partake in the sightseeing, eyes glued to the stone tiles that lay out the bridgeway. 

They are all intact, the only wear and use from footfalls and carriages. It makes sense that Piltover would do reconstruction on the bridges. No one from the topside would want to walk across bloodstained rubble. 

You cross the bridge in a daze, still clutching the book. The sky is blue and clear, birds perch on the tall railings, and you and others continue to walk. 

Like you thought, there are small picture frames gathered at the end of the bridge. Some photos are weighted down by trinkets and candles. You scan the faded faces and a breath you didn’t know you were holding releases. 

It’s silly isn’t it? You know exactly what you won’t find. Her picture is two bridges over. 

You don’t know if it’s getting easier or not to avoid the bridge your best friend died on. 

Yet onwards you walk. After all, you want this book with Jinx today. 

Maybe you could wait a day, take some time to collect your thoughts. All reasonable ideas that fail to manifest in your logic. 

You always brace down your storming thoughts each time you cross the bridges. You are reminded of what the Lanes lack every time you breathe the air in the topside. They have purity in both the air and water, clean clothes and fresh fruit, and most importantly, they have books like the one you are carrying.

It’s important, it’s for Jinx. She’ll be able to learn more than anything else you could provide from your limited understanding of geometrics or chemistry. You are no mage or mathematician. 

You’re a reader with a weakness for fantasies. 

Jinx deserves a reality, one that she can thrive in without ghosts or enforcers hurting her. 

So you whisk yourself down to The Last Drop with tired legs, rubbed at eyes, and a dry throat. 

You just want to give this book to Jinx, hope that she won’t ask for more of your time, and then head over to the bar. Everything about that plan makes it sound like you’re a bad teacher but honestly you are doing your best. 

There are hardly any more books in the Lanes for you to understand physics or how to write in other languages. Hands on experience and diving in is the way of the Lanes, books are not a prioritized tool and you acknowledge that. 

Ekko needed a place to actually tinker, otherwise he’d continue to scavenge the toxic junkyards. You talked to Vander about it and he roped Benzo to hire the young boy. Whenever you popped into Benzo’s shop, Ekko always had something to show off. Some little gadget or his favorite pocket watch. 

Tyson learned various dialects from his father, a desired skill in the marketplace. Yet both failed in writing in any language they know. It’s the only reason Tyson is allowed to spend afternoons with you. To teach Tyson how to write in another language, you have to know it too. 

Franny… They love learning things as much as you do, maybe even more. They seek it out to the point the child would wait at your doorstep because they failed at picking the lock. 

For Franny and all your other students, you make the trips over to Piltover for the books you could never find in the undercity. 

You cross the bridges your people died on, hoping to teach their children something. Because once you teach them everything you know or when they decide to stop learning, you fear if they will die trying on these bridges just like your best friend. 

So with no real professional background or even proper paper and pencils, you teach as best as you can. 

And at the same time, you crave a drink. 

It’s only the afternoon and it is barren inside the bar. Silco’s men are the only drinkers here, playing cards and by the looks of it, one guy has a terrible hand. Meanwhile at the bar counter, Therium is wasting time by polishing up a glass. 

“Hi Reader,” Therium gives you a nod and places the glass down, “You want a drink?”

“Later,” You hold up the book. “Gonna give this to Jinx, first.”

“Oh she’s not here.”

You blink. “What?”

“Yeah, bossman gave the kid the all clear to go outside and she cartwheeled away,” Therium summarized casually. 

“Huh,” You said, caught off guard by the news. A smile blooms on your face. “I didn’t think he’d actually listen to me. I guess Silco isn’t as much of a control freak as I remember.”

“You make me sound unreasonably stubborn, Reader.”

The smile on your face freezes uncomfortably at being caught. It doesn’t help that Therium is also wide eyed and scared of your wellbeing, his hands shaking as he pretends to be busy polishing up another glass. 

Silco is at the top of the staircase, adjusting his cuff sleeves to fold up to his elbows. The man is, as always, dressed in this waistcoat fashion but in a more simple gray coloring with no fancy patterns. Even for remote work, he still wears clothes that elude power. 

“Well, I um I mean,” You fumble with your words. “You’re too stubborn to die, am I right?” You weakly attempt at a joking smile but you just look pained, seeking help from Therium. 

He’s no help as he dutifully inspects a smudge on the glass he’s still polishing. 

In that small moment of you glaring and gritting your teeth at the bartender, he’s sweating bullets you must add, Silco reaches ground level and joins you at the bar. 

You can’t help but tap your nails on the book, nervously watching how his path ends with him standing right in front of you. 

“Perhaps you’re right about that,” Silco said, his tone light and dare you describe it as humorous. “What brings you here?”

“I have a book for Jinx, I think she would benefit from learning more about the inner mechanisms of motors and batteries.”

You hand over the book and notice how Silco holds it carefully. He traces a finger over the title, the words carved into the bookface for a tactile feeling. 

“I doubt you found this at a regular bookstore, Reader.” He stops studying the quality of the book to gaze at you. 

“It’s from a friend,” You shrug. 

“I see. You aren’t dressed for any meetings.”

His head tilts a bit at you, appraising your outfit.

Considering he saw the expensive side of your wardrobe, your current turtleneck is a bit of a downgrade for Piltover terms. Yet it’s still cleaner than your usual jackets and coats. 

“Then we’re both off the clock,” You conclude. “At least if you truly do take breaks.”

“I do,” he answers and takes a step to the bar, “Why don’t you join me for lunch?”

“Huh? No, I shouldn’t intrude,” You wave your hands in a dismissive manner, the opposite of your plan of getting a drink. “I only came here for the book.” 

“It’s not intrusion if I want your company, Reader,” Silco said and you believe the genuineness in his voice, his hand on the back of the chair. The book is set to the table corner but he still stands. He’ll only sit if you do. He then adds, looking thoughtfully, “I believe Calcifer has baklavas prepared.”

You’re immediately in the next chair, “...Baklavas you say?”

“Patience, dear Reader,” Silco eases himself in his own seat. “You’ll have to wait for your dessert.” He turns to Therium, boss tone back on, “Go get Calcifer to prepare lunch for us.”

The bartender says a “Yessir” and makes a break for the kitchen. At least he left two cups of water. Maybe Therium ain’t a bad bartender after all. 

“So what’s this about Jinx spending the day out?” You asked before taking a sip. 

“I considered what you said. Jinx and I made a compromise. She can go out as long as someone supervises.”

“...don’t tell me,” You mulled it over for only two seconds. “Sevika?” 

He nods. 

You snort.

“Compromise is a mind game,” Silco lectured, the corner of his lips twitching up. 

“I’m just glad you’re giving her freedom.” You raise your glass up, “A world cannot be a room.”

“True,” Silco copies you, clicking his glass with yours. “I can sympathize with that.” At your raised eyebrow, he continues, “My supposed death needed to remain so, without any doubts. I laid low in the lowest parts of Zaun until the time came to resurface.”

You squint at his wording, there’s likely an inside joke for his own musing. 

“Well,” You brush off the crypticness of the man, “Jinx should readjust to her world, testing her borders and be comfortable in her own space.”

“Without a doubt.” Silco chuckles and shares, “Jinx has become fond of having the high ground, setting up her own space in my office ceiling.”

“Sounds like welcome company,” You smile. “Not too distracting though, right?”

“Jinx has her moments but nothing I can’t handle.”

It’s kind of impressive. How close he’s letting Jinx be in his life.

“You’re really trusting her a lot. That’s more than I expected.”

A tension rises in Silco’s shoulders, catching you off guard as he frowns, “You told me before, I needed to be there for her when she’s happy or bored, and not simply there to console her meltdowns.” 

You recall that day, sitting with him with the maps of the world. Of course you were wary of him regarding Jinx’s safety. If she only drew close to Silco during her episodes, she might develop some sort of association of trauma with Silco. Jinx needs to normalize Silco’s presence in her life without the ghosts, she deserves that. 

“She needs you,” You tell him. “All of you and she needed to learn how to be around you too. For that to happen, you need to learn how to be around her, even when nothing serious is happening.”

Silco interprets something else from you, concluding his suspicions, “From the start, you didn’t have any faith in me as her caregiver.”

You dare yourself with a bold move and place a hand on his arm. 

“Silco, that’s because you’re not on the path of a caregiver or guardian. You’re becoming her father. Do you understand that?”

He’s quiet for a moment, his eyes falling to the touch of your hand. His gaze lands on your wrist and ever so slowly travels up your arm. You feel heat when you believe he’s staring at your turtleneck collar until finally his eyes meet yours. 

One eye is the color of the meadow, an image of grass under sunlight. Something you’ve never personally seen outside of paintings. 

The other eye, the Eye of Zaun, a sun you once described, casted in a dark void. A darkness that not only enrapts but consumes everything into its own orbit of a dying star. 

“I do.”

His voice wakes you from your thoughts. There’s a visible startle as you look away from him, embarrassed at all the staring you’ve done. Viktor was right, once you start writing poetry, you are done.

Fortunately Therium comes in with two hot plates of grilled filets with vegetables. The veggies actually look fresh, Silco must have accumulated a lot of money. 

The warm fish slices easily under your fork and you take a bite. It’s the most elegant thing you’ve tasted in a long time. 

“Is it to your liking?” Silco asks, accepting a wine glass from their bartender. 

“So good,” You mumble around your fork, lost in the taste. Therium offers another glass in front of you, gesturing to the wine bottle in question. “Yeah, it’s later now.”

He tops off your glass and you take a long sip. 

It’s what you've been needing every time you cross the bridge. Something older than you taking away your heartache. 

“Leave the bottle, Therium,” Silco dismisses the bartender. 

The Last Drop is a quiet scene, even with only Silco’s men here but as you watch Therium walk off, you realize that the other men from earlier are also taking their leave. Well they take their cards with them so they ain’t coming back any time soon. 

You’re alone with Silco. To cool your nerves, you take another long gulp of wine. 

There’s not a doubt in your mind that he’s gonna kill you. He doesn’t seem like the type to wine and dine you just to murder you. No you vaguely recall Silco’s war strategies, he is a man of calculations and planning. Silco is not one for improvisation. Well, maybe if it’s for Jinx though. 

“Alone at last?” You joke with a little shake in your voice, “Is this when you’re gonna threaten me, Silco?”

“Hardly,” he said. “I just wish to thank you for being Jinx’s teacher.”

“Oh,” You blink, surprised and touched. “I’m happy to continue teaching her.” 

“She enjoys your lessons. There was a good chance she wouldn't like my teaching methods.”

You squint at him. He’s ever poised as ever when slicing apart his dish. 

Doubt drips from you as you ask, “Do you even have a teaching method?”

He pauses, mid chew, “No I do not.” 

Silco glares at you when you laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You hide your smile in a sip of wine. “If it makes you feel better, I’m happy that you chose to be her father rather than her teacher.”

“Yes my wounded pride is healed,” Silco says very deadpanned. You chuckle at that and his tone returns to his usual gravel, “It’s good to hear that you do approve of me as her father.”

“You don’t need my approval, Silco.” 

“True but it would be ignorant of me to ignore the advice of the teacher of the Lanes.”

“You’re a smart man,” You praised. “You’re giving her opportunities that show your trust in her. She’ll probably like the responsibility, not just to feel capable but to know she’s earning your trust. In doing so, you end up earning her trust.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

He places his cutlery down and reaches for something in his jacket’s inner pocket. Some sort of cylinder thing with a needle inside. There’s purple fluid bottled up on one side. 

A chill of fear stabs into your spine. The memory of its scent is in your nose. 

“What… is that for?”

“One simply does not drown in toxins and come out fine.” 

He studies the instrument, likely reflecting on his trauma and the needs for recovery, as best as it could be considering the circumstances. 

“So it, um, goes…” You close your right eye and point at your left eye. Silco nods. “That sounds very extreme.”

“A necessary extreme,” he said. “Shimmer is versatile, medicine is merely one purpose.” 

You look at the syringe curiously. 

It’s so easy for you to dismiss Shimmer as just another drug. After all you mostly know the ecstasy of it, that dazed out bliss people chase in a good smoke. 

Yet you’ve heard the rumors, seen the aftermath of addicts with purple warts and bloodied hands lurking in the dead ends of alleyways. 

Shimmer is power, a curse and blessing for wrath. Yet in its tiniest of drops you never get to witness it as something else. 

“Medicine, huh?”

“Yes. So far Jinx isn’t appalled at all by this,” He holds the syringe up and points it at his eye. “She has precision with her inventions and toy guns. I believe I can trust her with this.” 

Out of any context, the idea of giving a child the responsibility to administer medicine is scary and risky. But it’s Jinx, she has an innately high accuracy. 

You examine Silco’s left eye. At that point you realized that the man always showed his right side to you. You never really got a proper look at the scars running down his face. It is grotesque at first, something you may have unintentionally avoided for the longest time. 

Why, though?

It doesn’t remind you of his tragedy, of his near death and Vander’s brutality. 

It doesn’t remove the picture of humanity from Silco. You’re already aware of the hellfire he started in the old days. 

The scars and the unblinking eye. It has been Silco’s image since the moment he came back to the world. You don’t recall any close moments with him during the raids, back when he wore simpler attire, but you kind of remember his messy hair. 

You’ve gotten to know this version of Silco, the one with an eye represents all of his suffering and rebirth. 

“What’s it made of?” You wonder aloud, “It can’t be just glass. Is there a tiny dot for your Shimmer dose?”

His eyes are pretty, both the natural one and the unnatural one. 

“Reader,” his tone is low, a warning and that’s when you realize you’re leaning very close to him.

You reel back, one hand pressed against your flushed cheek and the other reaches for the glass. 

“Sorry,” You sheepishly grin, “I must have drank too much.” 

Despite your words, you take a sip. You shouldn’t be acting so carelessly. A few glasses of wine is only enough to relax you, not become this clingy mess. Maybe it’s just a Silco thing, you have enough self-awareness to realize your attraction to the man is a slow build up from all these small moments with him. 

You just don’t have any belief that he would ever develop the same feelings. 

“And yet you keep drinking.” Silco notes, thankfully there is no condescending judgment from him. It’s merely an observation as he offers to refill your cups. You accept it.  “Something upset you today. What is it?”

You debate the topic in your head, tipping it back as you gulp down the fine wine. Its sweet bitterness almost matches the frustration in your heart regarding your friend. 

“I, ah, was catching up with a friend uptop. He was from here too but…” 

Both the wine and your frazzled emotions interfere with your words. It’s been quite some time since you’ve let yourself be vulnerable to another. Rebekka was always the wrong person to open up to. She made you feel stupid to get sentimental over something she doesn’t understand. She’ll never understand what it's like to breathe in the dust of a failing day. 

So explaining your thoughts became a torturous hurdle. It became easier to simply never open up about it to her and in doing so, you belatedly realize how you distanced yourself from your friends. 

Lost in your work, picking out new materials for your students, and reading every book you could get your hands on rather than visiting Viktor or Adora and Eden. 

A warm hand is on your shoulder, a thumb brushing this way and that. Its pace is peaceful, slowly taking you out of your thoughts. 

You don’t dare look at Silco’s face, otherwise you might never get out of your own head and instead hype fixate on him just to avoid opening up about your feelings.

This time, you actually want to talk about the things in your head because if anyone would understand you, it would be Silco. 

He understands betrayal and while Viktor’s inaction was not out of malice, you can’t help but be utterly pained by his absence and blissful ignorance. 

“We were talking about my students, how they’re all doing. He knows Jinx as one of the smartest kids I ever taught. He’s where I got the book from.”

“You’re stalling.”

“I am laying down the events.” You chided, as if he wasn’t accurately calling you out. You raise your head up, meeting his gaze. “It’s all about the delivery.”

Silco smirks at you, “Then deliver.”

You roll your eyes, feeling too fond of him always returning your own words. 

“Anyway, he sort of remembers… or he doesn’t remember… He doesn’t know Vander.” You frown, recalling the innocent unawareness of Viktor. “He doesn’t know who was a part of the raids, who was important here. He’ll never know the people we all lost.” 

And maybe it’s not just Viktor who doesn’t know the suffering you’ve seen. Rebekka and the rest of Piltover choose to stick their heads up high and never look down. Yet when they do glare down, it’s to make you feel small. 

“You mentioned someone who helped in our raids.” Silco asks, “Who was she?”

It’s a small thing to endear but you’re grateful and surprised that he remembers your conversations. 

“Her name was Kore.”

Silco removes his hand from your shoulder. You try not to miss it.

He reaches over to hold his wine, “I vaguely recall her.”

“It’s fine if you don’t remember her. She’s just one of the many people who wanted to be in the front lines. She was really inspired by Vander. A lot of people were.”

Vander the fists and Silco the eyes of the operations. These two men lead the floodgates of hope and anger for a taste of victory. That’s how every revolution starts, someone with rising power. 

Even you were swept up in the chaos, enamored with not just the idea of your home getting proper recognition and clean air but the bliss of seeing Piltover getting punished for their injustice upon your people. 

At the time, nearly everyone was willing to die for the cause. 

Kore was one of the many people who did die. She wanted a better future for her family and you. There were two reasons why you never joined her at the forefront of battle. One, you are no warrior, you’re decent in a brawl with a knife against someone of your same stature but against an army of Enforcers, no you don’t believe you’ll make a dent. 

The second reason is the most important reason that you dedicated your time and every waking thought to. 

Kore trusted you to take care of her toddler.

She really believed in a bright future for her son and you but look at where you ended up. The raids failed and her kid is no longer in your care. You have no idea where he is. Everything was falling apart when Vander returned home without Silco. 

Now though, it is Silco without Vander. 

You needed to look Silco in the eyes when you asked, “Do you think we actually had a chance to cross the bridge back then?” 

True insanity is from repeating the same thing and expecting a different outcome. Silco may be too stubborn to give up on his dream of Zaun but if he does anything like before, those suicidal plans to take over the bridges, your world will once again fall apart. 

Everything about Piltover and the Lanes conflict at the bridges, the midway point and the barrier between two worlds. It took so many lives for Vander’s diplomacy to finally get things settled down for everyone to walk that bridge. 

Yet only one side has a memorial. Only one side sees the stone tiles as a deathbed. It’s always the undercity who has to cross the bridge and know who they lost. You mourn your oldest friend with each step you take over the bridges she died for. 

You can’t bear to think of more dead bodies on the bridges. 

“Yes, we always have a chance.” Silco answers with his stubborn confidence, “Back then and now, we can make Zaun a sovereign nation. I swear it, Reader,” he places a hand over yours, “It’s possible and it will be perfect.”

He swears this and yet says none of his plans. You know of the monsters this man has control over, both the drug and his own wellbeing. Silco will always be a scary and powerful man, driven by his ideals and this concept of perfection. 

He doesn’t share any details of his plans nor will you dare ask. You take in his platitudes and accept it as it is. 

A promise. 

“I believe you,” You tell him honestly, “but I’m still going to worry and doubt, Silco.”

He frowns at you but takes his time mulling over his thoughts by drinking more wine. You copy him. Your throat is dry and you want your emotions to dull under the bitterness of the drink. 

“It makes sense that you wouldn't fully trust me,” He said. “Afterall, you thought the same for Vander, yes? He’s responsible for Kore’s death and more.” 

“Are you including yourself on that list?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He huffs at you and you’re sure that counts as a chuckle. “Yes I am.” 

“Hmm, well I can’t blame you,” You said and set your glass aside. “Silco, considering what’s ahead of us, I don’t want to mourn another bridge worth of people.”

Silco stares at you, the frown remaining as he takes another sip of wine. “It’s alright to mourn someone.”

“I know but it hurts to constantly grieve her and the rest.” You admit, knowing how this repetition is the main source of your desentization of the death around you. 

Your hand reaches for the glass again, swirling the red around. 

Silco sighs, “I understand. I mourn for Vander. Even when we killed each other for our ideals, he is still my brother.” A glint of determination shines in his eyes. It flashes over onto you. “He got his dues for his Lanes and I will do anything for the day when the sun shines on our nation of Zaun.”

You have this small desperate hope for this holy plan of his. The nation of Zaun. It could work, it has potential to actually save the Lanes from its own decay. 

More importantly, it could provide for so many children. It’s what you always wanted for them. 

Because even though a part of your heart is gone from finding Kore’s body, from learning too late that her boyfriend had left the country with their son, the one you swore to protect, you used the remainder of your heart to give to your students. 

But you desire more than just salvation for your people. 

“You sound like your old self Silco but you’re missing something.” You cast a crooked smile at him, “Where’s your hellfire, Silco?”

The corner of his lips from a smirk, very amused and his eyelid lowers halfway at you, “Oh I always have a dream to burn down Piltover, you know that.” His eyes never leave you as he reaches over for the wine bottle, sets it between the forgotten dishes. “Tell me what you really want, Reader.”

With the bottle within your reach, you take it and fill your glass up full once more. 

You take a slow slip, enjoying it and the image in your mind. You close your eyes. 

“I want Piltover to kneel, to acknowledge us and our power. I want them all to realize how with one wrong step, they are fated to the fissures. Once they’re in, they’ll realize that it’s destitution is only a speck of what we’ve endured. I want them to suffer and know that they are not special.”

Opening your eyes, Silco has leaned closer to you. A giddy feeling rises from your chest, warmed by the wine, as you lift your wine glass under his nose. You swirl the wine a little, letting the scent roam against Silco.

There’s the barest hint of a grin from him as he accepts the glass. You note that he spins it. He takes a sip from the rim, perfectly on the spot where your lips once were. 

His eyes consume you like how you two consumed the wine bottle. 

“That sounds perfect.”

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Chapter Seven: Godlike and Helpless all at Once

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[ravenkinnie]

i think jinx still has the inner ambition inside to destroy piltover. its already implanted in her by both vi and silco, just in their own words (1. "one day, this city will respect us" 2. "we'll show them. we'll show them all). even when vi joins the enforcers, i think jinx will see vi as blinded by caitlyn and it'll futher fuel her piltover bloodthirst, out of hatred but also thinking that she will win vi back again if she makes her childhood vow to make piltover 'respect' zaun come true.

there is this one post that explains how in jinx's mind, there are forces more powerful than love and that is ambitions/ideals/dreams/etc. people can abandon their loved ones for a dream or an ideal and jinx internalized this first from her parents who could've been alive if only they chose to stay with their daughters but left them for war.

i think jinx believes vi will abandon cait no matter how much she loves her if only jinx achieves what she believes vi still desires since childhood.

and if anyone told jinx that vi may no longer has the same ambition anymore, she'll turn a blind ear and spit. because the shared dream she has with vi they vowed together on the rooftop is the one last link she shares with her sister that she's got left.

(also yes jinx at the end symbolically severs her ties with vi but lets be real she is still very much emotionally attached to her sister bcs jinx is doomed to always want what she cant have)

I do think her main drive will be to cause chaos and wreckage, whether as an emotional response or some delusional form of commemoration. I do think that this feels like an incomplete motivation though like the centre of her character HAS shifted, she's not searching for acceptance anymore and there's no one she would be seeking it out from, this aspect of her relationship with vi has already been severed and if they went back on it it would just feel redundant from a storytelling perspective. I don't think she will want to 'win vi back' or sth like that has already been the story, her desire for reconciliation and now that desire has been replaced by belief that its not possible

it's clear that it makes sense that jinxs drive will shift in the second season but what exactly it will shift to is very up in the air, like I personally don't like what you laid out here because I think that's an extremely weak drive for her character that would just keep repeating over and over themes that were already laid out and engaged with and now after a turnover of the finale it should instead push it in a new direction instead of going over the same things. christian linke said about s2 even that now that they laid out who these characters are they can start dismantling it and THATS so interesting to me, to think about how jinxs character can be dismantled

my ideal for jinx is to become a more calculated terrorist HDHDHDH she is an extremely emotionally reactive person, she internalised ideals from vi or vander or silco (probs not her parents, I think she was too young to know them like that, as people more than caregivers and what she knows of them is probably what has been passed on from vi. but in a way this id secondhand grief and their experiences of parental loss are completely different but thats a whole other thing) but it's clear these are completely secondary to her inner emotional reality - using her weapon against piltover wasn't even the main point of the dinner spectacle, her confusion about the emotional bonds in her life was. she clearly did not have a larger goal in mind for the outcome of it and she would have ran off with vi and said fuck all yall zaunites if she believed it meant vi would be forever tied to her unconditionally - but she didn't. I think moving from purely emotional landscape of her actions and motivations to one motivated by more overarching goals or beliefs too is a realistic goal and also goes beyond a mid redemption arc or going in circles over the same relationship dynamics - and it means jinx could become an actually potentially dangerous and powerful player in the power vacuum of zaun beyond just her penchant for violence - and it doesn't mean those ties she started to sever at the end of s1 are completely done because they will be running in circles in some way but if you want it to be narratively satisfying she can't be going over the same things the whole season so there will have to be progress there somewhere and I think it will end up somewhere halfway between estrangement and dependency. they will never be free from each other but they will have their own stories running parallel. I think how little jinx actually cares about the ideals she's been surrounded by will be a part of that dismantling, the reality of what a volatile substance in zauns ecosystem she is but also maybe how what she internalised more than beliefs is the notion of power

(alternatively, vi can say fuck it and let being attached to jinx forever ruin her and that's sexy too but I just don't think arcane is a story that would choose this but remember!! tragedy is always a great narrative)