#warwick x oc

[immortalbumblebee]

Chapter 18: Wiping Away the Rust

Hey Vander fans...how we doin'...

Guess who's back from hiatus, Loves? I've missed you all so much.

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Benzo stared down at the books in front of him, filled with numbers and notes about expenses, loans, pay rates. But this morning, the numbers were all meaningless to the businessman. His eyes frustratingly refused to focus on a single line of calculations. His mind discarded every number as soon as he glanced at it. Still, he sat there, at the dining table of his childhood home, absently fiddling with a simple green box. Every so often, a soft note played from the music box as he moved it too quickly. 

The item reminded him of the young girl who had repaired it all those years ago; her dorky accent, overly friendly demeanor, and habit for stalking him through the markets. 

“Working hard or hardly working?” A gravelly voice broke through the silence as Mikael’s entrance announced itself with the creak of floorboards. The strain of his wheelchair wheels against the wood signaled his approach. Mikael’s older, kinder eyes met Benzo’s tired ones, instantly recognizing that his adopted son had gotten little to no sleep.

“Pa!” Benzo exclaimed, startled by the sudden presence. “I thought you wouldn’t be awake for a while yet.” 

“Couldn’t sleep with all the excitement earlier.” Mikael sniffed, rolling himself toward the kitchen. He opened the old icebox. “Not every night you get woken in the middle of the night to hear your daughter’s been arrested for... what was it again?”

 “Almost killing an Enforcer.” Benzo replied. Mikael hummed, eyes scanning over their modest food contents. 

“Ah, right. That.” He paused. “You want any of this leftover stew?” Just as he finished speaking, a loud, wet cough racked his body.

“You shouldn’t be cooking by yourself, Dad,” Benzo reminded him, standing to help, but Mikael stubbornly waved him off.

“I’m warming up leftovers, that’s barely cooking. I’m not that useless.”  Mikael shrugged, grabbing the stew and wheeling himself over to the hot plate. With his back to Benzo, he shifted the conversation. “Any news?”

Benzo sighed, rubbing a tired hand through his short brown hair. “Nah. Not yet.”

“And the boys?”

“They went to calm the crowds.” Benzo rubbed his nose.

Mikael hummed. “Anyone seriously hurt?”

Benzo shook his head. “A couple of scrapes and bruises. Just a lot of scared people hellbent on storming the bridge.”

Mikael’s cough interrupted the moment. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Why aren’t you with them?”

Benzo stared at the music box in his hands, and the toothy grin of the young girl flashed in his mind again. “Someone has to be here when she gets back.”

Mikael’s old, knowing eyes watched his adopted son silently, before emitting a simple ‘hmph’. 

The silence stretched between them until the door creaked open. You walked in, worn down, clearly sleep-deprived since before the fight. Your hair was a mess, dark circles under your eyes, and a bruised, possibly broken nose. Benzo didn’t waste a second. He slammed the music box on the table and rushed forward, enveloping you in his stocky arms. You stumbled slightly from the force of the hug, but quickly found your place in his embrace.

“You look like shit right now.” He mumbled into your shoulder as he clung into the embrace.

You snorted in laughter, wincing in pain at the motion. “As opposed to you, who always looks like shit.” 

Behind you, your mother walked in, still in her coat and sleeping garments, followed by a tired-looking Niya. As you parted from Benzo, he turned his attention to the young journalist and you made your way over to Mikael.

“Thank you, pet,” he said earnestly. “Seriously.”

Niya ran a hand through her coral-colored hair and sighed. “Anytime... though I’ll say, I’m not sure how much leverage I have if this keeps up. A full riot squad for one arrest? What the hell, Benz?”

“That’s what I’ve been sayin’ this whole time, girly! Happens when y’go about makin’ trouble for y’eself,” your mother chimed in, clearly unimpressed. She threw her coat onto a nearby chair. “What were you thinkin’, Minerva? Killin’ a copper?” 

You, still clinging to Mikael, leaned down to wrap your arms around him. His hand, thin and shaky, gently pet your hair. “I didn’t kill him, Mom,” you sighed, pulling away from the embrace. “He got too close during a trader job, so I stabbed him and knocked him out. Basic protocol, I just... got a little sloppy.”

“How’d they pin you?” Benzo asked, eyebrow raised..

“My damn bandana,” you groaned. “Left it with the body to stop him from bleeding out, like an idiot.”

Mikael, finally speaking up, let out a wheezy laugh. “Yeah Min, next time just leave the topsider for dead.” 

“That’s not funny, Mik!” Your mother exclaimed, voice shrill. 

“Wasn’t joking,” Mikael mumbled, clearly too soft for your mom to hear.

Benzo, sighing, turned back to Niya and pulled out his coin purse, handing over a handful of coins. “For the trouble.” But Niya just shook her head, smiling slightly.

“Keep your money.” She jabbed a painted nail into his chest. “You definitely owe me dinner, though. Somewhere nice.”

Benzo smiled back. “You got it, Pet.” With a wink and a perky smile, she wished you and your mother goodnight before leaving. Benzo shut the thick wooden door behind her, then turned back to face you. You were still with Mikael, your hand resting on his shoulder as his covered yours. He spoke softly to you, his gaze sweeping over your injuries, but the words were too quiet to overhear. Finally, you met Benzo’s eyes.

“Where’s Vander and Silco?”

“Out, they should be back soon.” He explains, then motions to your injuries. “Need help with those?”

You nodded, grateful, and made your way to the table as Benzo grabbed a first aid kit. “That, and a stiff drink. Immediately,” you muttered, and your brother was happy to oblige. Your mother kissed your forehead before heading back upstairs, giving you one last, strict talking-to before retreating to her room. Mikael stayed behind, finishing his stew as he chatted with you and Benzo while he patched you up. The worst of your injuries was your nose, already crooked and now more bent than ever, the skin torn open. Another scar to add to the collection.

Benzo was just finishing with the plaster on your nose when the door suddenly burst open. Vander and Silco stumbled inside, panting heavily.

“Minnie!” Vander exclaimed, rushing over to you and pulling you into a crushing hug. You flinched, feeling the pain in your bones, but melted into his warmth. His scent overwhelmed you, and you finally allowed yourself to relax. Amongst all of this, the panic and the uncertainty, you hadn’t even considered crying, too worried about putting on a brave face. But there, in his arms, you were surprised to feel tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. You buried your face in his chest, pressing your nails into his jacket as you clung to him.

“Are you okay?” Silco’s voice cut through the moment, and you felt his familiar bony hand gently on your back.

You nodded, unwilling to let go of Vander. “A little banged up, but I’ll recover.”

Benzo spoke up. “Looks to me like Sevika did more to her than Grayson did.”

Vander pulled back, bending down to meet your eye level, hands cupping your face as he looked you over. You held his hands, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, trying to blink back the tears that were still threatening to fall. His expression was full of worry—creased brow, cloudy eyes tracing over every inch of you. You squeezed his hands gently.

Vander shook his head, scowling. “Next time I see one of those Goddamned bucket-heads…”

“I’m fine, really,” you reassured him, trying to pull yourself together. “They barely laid a hand on me. Just locked me up and tried to interrogate me.”

“What did you tell them?” Silco asked, his brow furrowed.

You shook your head. “You think I’m that easy to crack? They don’t know shit.”

“Well, clearly they know something, if they’re willing to make that big of a spectacle over one arrest,” Silco motions, and you rehash the bandana situation.

Mikael sighs, shaking his head as he spoons another bite of soup. “Not your brightest moment, Sweetheart.”

You throw your hands in the air. “How was I supposed to know they’d be able to tie a damned bit of fabric back to me?”

“Clearly, they’re getting smarter.” Silco nodded, tightening his ponytail. “They even knew to tie your hands up so you couldn’t use your magic.”

“Speaking of which,” Benzo cut back in front of you, holding out a hand towards yours, “your wrists looked pretty gnarled up there, hand ‘em here.” 

Vander seems stubborn to not let go of you, but after looking to see the damage that the restraints had done to your wrists, he relented. He took your hands gently, pressing a kiss to each wrist. Benzo rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know, you love each other very much. Now let’s make sure she doesn’t get infected!”

Vander moved aside, sliding in behind you and placing a protective hand on your back. “Well, we were right about them knowing about the fighting ring.” You huff, flinching as Benzo begins applying vodka to your bloodied wrists.

Benzo nods, eyes focused on the first aid care. “Probably best to shut things down, right? At least till things blow over?”

“What?” Vander cried, appalled by the suggestion. “No way! It’s our best source of money, and we need it now more than ever.”

“Not to mention the emotional factor.” Silco hums, clearly pondering. “In my experience, if you take away people’s emotional release, they get…antsy.”

You shake your head. “No way, it’s way too dangerous! If they know where to monitor people, our schedules, what’s stopping what happened tonight, happening again?” 

“...Nope, I don’t like it.” Silco snarls, his voice hardening. “Feels too much like letting them win. Why should we bend down to them, let them change our way of life?” He looks to Vander for support.

“Exactly!” Vander says, pointing to Silco. “Fights stay open, we’ll just…increase security, or something!” 

You and Benzo exchange a glance, but decide to let the topic pass. They were the bosses, after all.

"So, what’s the plan then?" You ask, trying to shift the focus. “I can’t imagine people are happy right now, what did you tell ‘em?”

Silco sighs, leaning against a nearby wall, his hands casually slipping into his pockets. “Primarily just to go home for the night and lock their doors. But you’re right. People are out for blood.”

“As they should be!” Vander exclaims, making you flinch at the volume. “You ask me, if people are itching to cross that bridge, I say why not let them?”

"As I’ve already said, that’s idiotic," Silco mutters, pulling out a small notebook from his blazer pocket. "Even with every firearm and able body we have, we’ll still be outgunned by an army of Enforcers. But if we ramp up covert ops, implement more spy channels..."

“Takes too long!” Vander scoffs. “Any Zaunite is worth ten of them. We could win!”

"If we're not smart about it, we’ll lose. And I’m not risking that kind of humiliation." Silco’s tone is sharp, his resolve clear.

"People are looking to us, Silco!" Vander counters, his frustration growing. "What are we supposed to do, just sit back and do nothing? They came onto our turf and made it personal, so why not even the score?"

A heavy silence fills the room, thick with tension. Silco and Vander stand opposite each other, seething with unspoken anger. You and Benzo watch, heads shifting from Vander to Silco and back again. You can feel Vander’s hand on your back tensing, itching to ball into a fist, and Silco’s jaw tightening. Then, Mikael speaks up.

“Well, one thing is for sure,” he says as he turns to put his bowl in the sink. "None of you can do anything before you present yourselves as a united front. If people are looking to you, they need to know they’re being led by a capable team—one that knows what they’re doing. Not a bunch of stubborn teenagers running out to get people killed at the first call for violence."

“Pa-”

“Yes, I know. This is your rebellion, and I’m just a broken old man, what do I know?” Mikael begins to roll his wheelchair around you all and towards the door. "But you need to think about the real implications of your actions. Say this goes well, and your ‘Zaun’ becomes a reality. What kind of nation do you want to run? What kind of leaders do you want to be? If these people are willing to follow you into battle, it seems to me like you should be prepared and have a solid plan of attack."

Before exiting, he turns, looking at each of you over his shoulder. "Goodnight, my children.” And then he’s gone, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

After a long moment, Silco and Vander finally meet each other's gaze again.

"Spread the word to lay low until we come up with something?" Silco asks, his voice quieter, more contemplative.

"Get your spies together and work out potential battlefield strategies?" Vander adds, and Silco nods in agreement.

"Sounds like a plan. Benzo, would you mind seeing what you can do about additional firearm shipments?"

“I’ll get right on it.” Benzo nods, finishing placing bandages around your wrists. 

"Min, any knowledge from that big fancy factory you’re working at could come in real handy right about now," Vander adds, and you nod, testing your wrist movements carefully.

“If I’ve still got that job after tonight, you’ve got it.” You nod, giving a small smile. “And I’ll look into upgrading whatever weapons we’ve got on hand. What do we do about patrols?”

“Double people up whenever they’re out late. Nobody should be doing patrols alone right now.” Silco nods, putting his notebook back into his pocket.

“You’ve got it.”

Benzo tidies up the first aid supplies, before rubbing his face in exhaustion. “I’ll be honest, boys. Benzo begins tidying up the first aid supplies, rubbing his face in exhaustion. "I’ll be honest, boys, I’m not making it home without passing out on the street. Think I’ll sleep here for whatever is left of tonight.”

“Not the worst idea you’ve had," Silco sighs, blinking hard. The dark bags under his eyes are more pronounced than usual, his appearance showing signs of wear. "I’ll take the couch if you’re okay with taking our old room.”

“I am in desperate need of a shower.” You hop off the table, gesturing to the fact that you were still clothed in nothing but your fighting gear. “I’m heading home. See you guys in the morning?”

Vander takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. It’s large enough to probably fit two of you. "I’ll go with you. Like Silco said, nobody should be out alone at night." 

“Oh yeah, that’s the only reason.” Benzo chuckles, heading towards the stairs. “You guys get home safe. How abouts we all meet at the pub tomorrow after work?”

“Sounds amazing.” You agree. “Sleep well, guys.”

“You too.” Silco nods. “And Min?”

“Yeah?”

“...We’re happy you’re okay.”

A smile breaks out on your tired face as Silco opens his arms towards you. You happily accept the hug, sliding your arms around his slender frame and giving him a good squeeze.

“Thanks, brother.”

[dearaur0ra]

prologue

young silco x fem! oc

first part coming soon!

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the littered water trickles sluggishly down the cut, a murky stream thick with refuse, but for a moment, it’s drowned out by the sound of children’s laughter. soaked to the bone, barefoot and wild, they splash through the shallows, their shrill voices ringing off the jagged stone and crumbling walls like a hymn to forgotten days. one child, face twisted in pure mischief, hurls a handful of water at another, sending them both into fits of giggles. another floats a leaf downstream, watching it drift slowly, aimlessly, as if the world itself had stopped moving here.

i stand on the old bridge, leaning against the moss-covered rail, watching them. a soft smile creeps across my face, but it doesn’t quite reach my heart. their joy stirs something inside me—a memory of a simpler time, a time when the world felt a little less heavy—but it’s a fleeting thing, slipping away before i can catch it. the laughter reminds me of a childhood that feels as distant as a dream now, swallowed by the grime and grit of this place.

the water, once clear and lively, is now nothing more than a dull, gray stain, sluggish and polluted by years of neglect. the current barely stirs as it flows through the concrete trench. once a sanctuary of cool, fresh water, now a stagnant pool, its edges choked with debris. it’s a far cry from the place it used to be. i pull my gaze away, unwilling to dwell on the lost beauty. there’s too much of that in this city—too many memories of what could have been, what should have been.

the streets are alive in their own way—crowded with the clamour of survival. men and women, hardened by hunger and struggle, do what they must to stay afloat. their eyes are wary, faces gaunt, always watching, always waiting. in this city, there’s no time for kindness—only for the hustle. the air feels heavy, thick with tension, and every glance exchanged seems to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken words. in these alleys, you’re never truly safe, not even in your own skin.

but somehow, i find comfort here. among the grime and chaos, i feel a strange sense of belonging, like i’m part of something bigger, something real. a community built from the scraps of what’s been left behind. it’s not much, but it’s ours.

as i move through the narrow streets, the stench of refuse and smoke clinging to the air, i can’t help but look up at the buildings towering above. they loom like silent sentinels, casting long shadows over everything below. it’s hard to imagine a world beyond them, a world where the sun still feels warm, where people aren’t suffocated by iron and glass. this is the undercity—the lanes, the forgotten part of the world. it was once connected to the city above, but now it feels like its own prison, abandoned and left to rot.

i can’t help but feel the unfairness of it all. up there, they sit in their high towers, untouched by the filth and sweat of the streets below. they feast on their riches, while we scrape by, counting every coin, wondering if today’s the day the guards come for us. wondering if we’ll lose everything we’ve fought so hard to hold onto. mother always said that love and a home are the things that matter most, but as i run from job to job, barely making ends meet, i can’t help but wonder if she was wrong. if love and a roof over your head are enough to survive this. or if something more is needed.

i take a deep breath, letting the familiar, musty air fill my lungs. it’s home. for better or worse. i can’t complain. it’s all we have.

i weave my way through the alleys, taking caution to avoid the more dangerous parts, heading toward the stretch of street where vander and silco usually wait. they’re my constants, in this world that never stops shifting.

it doesn’t take long before i spot them. vander’s tall, broad figure stands out even in the dim light, while silco’s silhouette is sharper, more defined. i catch a flash of his eyes as he glances at me. they’re unreadable, like always—like a puzzle that doesn’t quite fit together.

"you’re early," vander says, his voice light but there’s something different in his eyes. something…expectant.

“i want to get home quick,” i reply, my voice even, keeping the tone casual. i know better than to press vander when he’s got that look in his eyes. he’s got a plan cooking, and he’ll bring it up when he’s ready.

“hm,” silco chimes in, his hum low and even. he doesn’t do small talk, not really. but i’ve spent enough time around him to know that in his silence, there’s always a thought brewing within.

we walk in silence for a while, the air heavy with the weight of our thoughts, as the familiar old tavern comes into view. the last drop. the crooked sign sways in the breeze, barely holding on, and the building itself leans like it’s too tired to stand upright anymore. but it’s still standing.

vander pauses in front of the door, his hand resting on the rough wood. he looks back at me, then at silco, a flicker of something—hope? determination?—in his eyes.

“alright,” he says, his voice steady, but there’s an edge to it now. “i’ve been thinking. we need something more solid. a place to call our own. something permanent.” he gestures toward the tavern. “i’ve been watching this place for a while. the last drop. it’s seen better days, sure. but it’s still got bones. if we move quick, we could make an offer.”

i glance up at the sagging building, the worn-out sign creaking in the wind. it’s rough, but i see what he means. a place like this could be more than just a run-down tavern. it could be a safe place where we could meet, plan, and maybe even protect the people who need it most. it could be the heart of something bigger. something better.

silco, ever the skeptic, eyes the building with a sharp, critical gaze. he crosses his arms, his single eye narrowing in thought. “you’re suggesting we buy it?”

vander nods, his voice dropping lower, serious. “it’s not just for us. it’s for the people who need a place to feel safe. a place where they don’t have to worry about piltover’s eyes on them. it’ll be a sanctuary.”

i can hear the hope in vander’s voice, the dream he’s trying to sell. but i know silco too well. he’s driven by pragmatism—by power, by strategy. nothing comes without a price.

“sanctuary?” silco repeats, his voice flat, but underneath, there’s a flicker of curiosity. “and how exactly do you propose we get our hands on it?”

“i’ve got contacts,” vander says, the corner of his mouth turning up just slightly. “we move fast, offer enough, and it’s ours.”

silco tilts his head slightly, his gaze flicking toward me before returning to vander. “you’d trust a place like this? with its reputation, its history? what’s stopping the piltover guard from shutting it down the moment they feel threatened?”

vander shrugs, the weight of the world in his eyes. “if we control it, we control what happens inside. we can keep piltover out. make sure it stays ours.”

there’s a quiet tension between them, always is. vander, the optimist, dreaming of something better for Zaun. silco, the realist, always calculating the risk, weighing the price. they both want control, but in different ways.

i step forward, breaking the silence for the first time. “if it works, it works. we need something solid. something safe—even if it’s just for us. it’s better than hiding in alleys.”

silco looks at me then, his eyes narrowing as if he’s weighing me. for a second, i swear i can see the wheels turning behind his gaze. finally, he speaks. “you’ve got a point,” he mutters, almost reluctantly. “if it keeps the people off our backs and helps us make the moves we need, maybe it’s worth it.” he smirks, just slightly. “but don’t get too attached. it’ll be ours… for as long as we say it is.”

vander nods, looking back at the tavern as if seeing it for the first time. “this is it. i’ll make the offer. no second thoughts.”

i glance around the room once we step inside. the familiar smell of stale alcohol and spilled drinks hangs in the air, mingling with the musty wood. the space feels colder than usual, the tables and chairs left haphazardly about. it’s dim, barely lit, but i can see the potential. i let myself dream for a moment—maybe this could be the beginning of something better.

“well,” i mutter under my breath, a small smile tugging at my lips. “if we’re doing this… i guess i’d better get used to the smell of old liquor and dust.”

silco smirks, a flicker of humor in his eye. “you’ll learn to love it.”

—

slipping down a last shrouded alley, i make my way toward the familiar, faded red door, hanging precariously on its last hinge. one more job with vander should be enough to cover the rent and put food on the table for the next two weeks. it’s a small relief, but it’s all i have. and it’s all i can keep holding onto.

i slip my hood off, stepping into the crowded room, and for a second, it feels like stepping into a whirlwind of chaos. nine of us, all squeezed into three small bedrooms, each corner crammed with makeshift furniture, clutter, and the scent of home mixed with something cooking. the dream of having our own space—something just for us—has long faded, like the posters peeling off the walls.

“mercy!” piper jumps up from the one couch, her little arms flinging around my legs before i even make it inside.

“whoa there, kiddo, let me get in the door first,” i chuckle softly, letting my coat fall over one of the many hooks lining the wall. rey’s idea again—scrap metal from the factory welded into makeshift coat hooks. resourceful guy, that one.

piper doesn’t let go. she grins up at me, clutching my leg as though she hasn’t seen me in years. it’s sweet, her way of showing she missed me. i was gone before she woke up this morning, like always. i wish things were different—that i could keep her in the bubble of childhood innocence just a little longer, keep the world outside from creeping in.

my older brothers—rey, the oldest; welsh, the second in command; and roese—work whatever jobs they can get. rey and welsh have been talking about moving out, scouting for a new place just for the two of them. i can’t help but envy their optimism, but i’ve heard that plan enough times that i’ve stopped believing it’ll ever happen. they’ve got their dreams, and they chase them, and that’s something i respect—even if it feels like it’s slipping away with every passing day.

billy and racket, on the other hand, are a different story. not blood, but close enough that it doesn’t matter. their families fell apart a long time ago, so they’ve stayed with us whenever they need to. i haven’t seen them in a while—about a month, maybe—but i trust them to take care of themselves. they’re tough, like us. maybe tougher. but i hope they’re okay.

kerman and piper—my mothers charity, if you want to call it that—are the youngest. kerman’s eleven, piper’s six. they’re not related, no, but they’ve grown up side by side, like siblings, with all the bickering and teasing that comes with it. they act tough with each other, but it’s all love underneath. and when i think about them, i’d do anything to protect them. for them, i’d give everything.

“okay, c’mere,” i mumble, kneeling down to pull piper into a hug. she clings to me for a moment, her small hands tight around my waist, as though afraid i might disappear again. i let her hold on for a few seconds before gently prying her off. i can’t shake the exhaustion that’s settled into my bones after a day like today. all i want is to scrub off the grime of it.

i make my way into the kitchen, where mother’s standing at the stove, stirring a pot of soup that’s probably been simmering all day. the smell hits me as i approach—rich and warm, the kind of comfort food that makes everything feel a little more bearable.

she turns when she hears my steps, flashing me a tired smile. “mercy, dear, could you pass me the salt? this is awfully bland.” i grab the tin of salt from the shelf, the one roese made with scrap wood, and hand it over, watching her sprinkle it in with the practiced hand of someone who’s had to make do for years.

“how was your day?” she asks, glancing up at me with a flicker of concern in her eyes. i shrug, leaning against the counter, pretending it was just another day of fixing doors and holding things together.

“fine. should be able to fix that door by tomorrow,” i say, giving her just enough to avoid a lecture. she hates the work i do, but she never complains when there’s food on the table, when i can make sure we don’t go to bed hungry.

“how so?” she raises an eyebrow, but i can see through her—know she knows i’m skirting the truth.

“benzo. says his dad needs help clearing out the shop for a restock,” i lie smoothly, the words slipping out like second nature.

“alright, well, do send my hellos to everyone tomorrow then,” she says, her voice warm, unaware of the full story behind my words. i believe the lie is for good reason, especially now. if she knew exactly what we were up to—what i had to do to keep us afloat—she’d be an accomplice. and that’s the last thing i want.

just as i’m about to pull away, the door creaks open, and my brothers start filing in. rey’s first, with welsh right behind him, both of them looking like they’ve just finished their shifts—tired but grinning, ready for whatever chaos the evening brings.

“you wouldn’t believe the day i had,” rey says, kicking his boots off by the door. “that factory’s falling apart, and i swear, the machines have a mind of their own.”

welsh laughs, tossing his jacket onto a chair. “the streets were packed with drunks again. i barely made it home in time. i swear, i’m gonna start charging for traffic control.”

“i’d pay to see you try,” roese chimes in, already leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“maybe you should get a whistle.” i add, abandoning my stance in the kitchen and trading it for a view of the boys.

they all laugh, the kind of laughter that fills the room, spilling over into the worn furniture and cramped corners. their teasing, their jokes—it’s the rhythm of our lives, the soundtrack of surviving together. even after the long, grueling days, we find something to laugh about, something to keep us moving forward.

i listen in on the boys banter, grinning as i step aside to make room for them.

“oh please,” rey says, raising an eyebrow. “you’re the one who eats all the leftovers.”

“not true! i leave the last bite for everyone,” roese retorts, chuckling. “sometimes.”

“yeah, sometimes being the key word,” welsh adds, winking as he grabs a spoon to sample the soup.

and for a moment, it feels like we’ve forgotten the world outside—forgotten the struggles, the fear. in this cramped, chaotic place, filled with mismatched furniture and the sound of voices loud with affection, we’re just family. and that’s enough.

“wash up, boys, dinner’s ready!” mom yells above the laughter, ushering everyone down the hall to the single washroom.

mom ladles soup into mismatched bowls, the steam rising in soft curls, filling the room with its warm, comforting scent. she hands them out one by one, starting with piper and kerman, who are already bickering about who gets the bigger portion. i roll my eyes as i watch them argue, but it’s the same every night, and a little part of me can’t help but smile. i take my bowl from her, offering a quick “thanks” before settling onto one of the worn cushions on the floor—the only seat available.

“alright, everyone take a seat,” mom calls, her voice steady and warm as she serves up the last of the soup. “and don’t fight over the bread this time. i swear, you all have the manners of hungry dogs.”

welsh, always quick with a joke, snatches the last slice of bread before anyone else can claim it. “guess i’m the dog today then,” he says, grinning wide as he tears the bread in half. “gotta keep my strength up for my next shift.”

“alright, enough with the theatrics,” mom says, though her eyes are twinkling, clearly enjoying the show. she sits down beside me, taking her own bowl of soup. “mercy, how was your day?”

i stiffen slightly, my spoon pausing mid-air. i know exactly where this is going. i glance up at mom, offering a quick smile, but i can see the question in her eyes. she knows something’s up. she always does. “it was fine, just another day, you know?”

“another day, eh? i bet,” rey teases from across the room, narrowing his eyes at me with that signature smirk of his. “or was it something… else?”

i shoot him a look. “don’t start, rey.”

welsh immediately picks up on the bait, his grin growing wider. “oh, you’re blushing. definitely wasn’t just fixing chairs again, huh?”

i roll my eyes, sighing. “not this again.”

kerman, who’s been quietly watching the conversation unfold, leans forward, his eyes bright with mischief. “who’s the guy?”

“you know who,” rey says, his voice loud with mock seriousness.

i freeze, the spoon almost slipping from my hand. he himself has been a running joke with my brothers for a while now, but it never fails to make my skin crawl a little.

“huh,” welsh says, grinning. “what’s his deal? you two got a thing?”

“please,” i mutter, trying to deflect the teasing as i poke at my soup, wishing for the ground to swallow me whole. “he’s my friend.”

“no one is just friends with him, especially by choice.” rey raises an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

i grit my teeth, determined not to let them see me squirm. “it’s business, alright? business.”

roese snickers, clearly enjoying the show. “business, huh? you sure you’re not trying to get some inside information from him? or is he the one giving you all the inside info, eh?”

i give him a pointed look. “roese, i swear, if you don’t drop this—”

“alright, alright,” welsh cuts in, raising his hands in mock surrender, though his grin is still wide. “we’ll let it go. for now. but you’re not fooling anyone, mercy. we all know you’ve got a soft spot for ‘em.”

“shut up, welsh,” i mutter under my breath, but it’s hard to stay annoyed with them. they’re relentless, but it’s all in good fun.

mom, thankfully, steps in before things get worse, her voice light as she nudges the conversation away from me. “enough teasing mercy, boys. she’ll have enough to deal with when she gets back out there tomorrow.” she turns to me, her eyes soft but knowing. “you’ll be alright, won’t you, dear? just… remember who you’re doing this for.”

i nod, my stomach twisting for a different reason now. “yeah, i know, mom. i’ll be fine.”

the conversation shifts again, the teasing forgotten for the moment as the brothers talk about their day, the ridiculousness of it all, and what new crazy plan welsh is going to get them all roped into next. i let the noise wash over me, the feeling of being surrounded by them, by this strange, patched-together family that i would do anything for. even with all the weight of the world pressing down on us, even with his shadow looming over me, for a moment, i can forget it all.

and for now, that’s enough.

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Sketches from (2020)

Finding it hard to post 1 by 1, so here's a compilation

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… crashed the app the first time I tried to paste the list Oof… this is entirely unhinged so enjoy! (I tried to avoid ones we’ve talked about before but I’m sure some slipped in and also I’m sure that I missed some 😭)

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Gillien

Ophelia Wayne

Isolde Kean

Lorena Falcone

Seraphini Zambini

Adhara Black

Ara Black

Carina Goldberg

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

Bridget

Augusta Beauchamp

Dorothea Bridgerton

Eliza Huntington

Emmeline Bridgerton

Georgina Pemberton

Harriet Warwick

Faith

Betty Fabray

Christina Hummel

Faye Anderson

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

May Taylor & June Harris

Mona

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Savannah Evans

Elliot

Betty Fabray

Dolly Corcoran

Jaci Jones

Johanna Berry

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Brax

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Eleanor

Betty Fabray

Charlotte Smythe (… no I don’t know anything about her I just love Hizzie)

Joy Schuester

Kendall Pierce

Marilyn Pillsbury

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Aro

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Andrew

Abbie Hudson

Betty Fabray

Cece & Colton Cartwright

Dolly Corcoran

Joy Schuester

Roxie Flores

May Taylor & June Harris

Cordelia

Blake Castellan ( & Jasper Gabriel )

Cressida Brantley

Crystal Solace

Elaine & Felicity Castellan

Liz Castellan

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

Stella Beauregard

Victoria Blofis

Viola Di Angelo

Mercy

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Lili Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Sophie Dugray

Evie

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Sienna Elliot

Daisy

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brady Mariano

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Charlotte Howard-Danes

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore (ft the Willow Squad)

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

Preston Gilmore

Sam Gleason

Imogen

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brady Mariano

Emmeline Forbes

Jacqueline Grant

Regina

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Nellie McCrae

Preston Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Lydia

Lexi Danes

Jocelyn Gilmore

Preston Gilmore

Gwen Merlyn

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Richie

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford (& Charles Gilmore & Kaito Lauder but also Blythe x Richie)

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Cosette Gerard

Dani Gilmore Danes

Eleanor Doose

Elle Hearst

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Hyacinth Nelson (???)

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

McKenna Hayden

Natalie Lister (ft the whole willow gang)

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Preston Gilmore & Lexi Danes

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

Sara Topaz (??)

Sienna Elliot

Viviana Lozano

The Band

[ Carlotta Hayden once she’s renamed ]

Grace

Allie St James

Brady Mariano

Eleanor Doose

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Lucas Gilmore & Natalie Lister (ft the entire Willow Squad)

Paige Huntzberger

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

The Band

Callum

Kirsty & the dance squad

Willow & the squad

Sam Gleason

Holland Bass

Sage Hall

Millie

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller & Brooks Livingston

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Sienna Elliot

Fraya

Annika Webster

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Cassandra

Angelina Winters

Dani Merlyn

Diana Queen

Kelsey Doyle

Mercy Bowen

Mia Queen

Lillian & Max

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Nia West

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Kendra

Carissa Grace

Cassandra Aelius

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

Josie Spencer

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

Beth

Deborah Winchester

Elle Winchester

Esther Colt

Genesis

Isla George

Jude Winchester

Nevaeh Murphy

Phoebe Winchester

Trix Stilinski

Genesis

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

Aria

Chiara Potts

Chryseis

Finley Rider

Harmony Of Atlantis

Lani Of Atlantis

Mae

Mia

Blossom

Finley Rider

Isadora Darling

Nerissa

Violet Kingsleigh

Winnie Pan

Ariana Pendragon

Elsine Pendragon

Allyria Pendragon

Lynette Starfall

Princess Aelia

Clara Gale

Andrea Hagreeves

Andromeda Hargreeves

Audrey Hargreeves

Cleo Sullivan

Dahlia Mort

Gemma Hargreeves

Helena Hargreeves

June McLaughlin

Lorelai Hargreeves

Max Carmichael

Sierra Nearing

Sunny Talbot

Tiffany Katz

Tori Hargreeves

Virginia West

Wilhelmina Hargreeves

Fortune

Beatrice

Finley Rider

Harley Hook

Princess Isabelle

Rosabelle Legume

Castor

Ara Black

Adhara Black

Carina Goldberg

Danica Lestrange

Lyarra Vance

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

The Healer

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe

Matilda Fairbanks

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe

Beatrix Shellstrop

Bridget Atkins

Tatum Shellstrop

Amber Cain

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AT: Different Views

An art trade made for my friend, Mellow-Dreams, on DeviantArt. She asked me to draw my OCs, Thunderstorm and Warwick, talking about the way they view hers, Stardust.

Thunderstorm and Stardust are in love with each other and are so sweet they might as well give you diabetes lol. Obviously, since Thunderstorm is more intimate with her, he certainly is familiar to her sweet, shy, kind and caring side. Warwick, however, doesn't really get much along with Stardust due to conflicts during the war, so his view towards her differs from Thunderstorm. Now, they're exposing their opinions to each other while they wait for their respective mates in a bar.

Btw, this is a post-war scenario.

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The appeal of Vander x Silco for me

I have some complex feelings on what I think is appealing about Vander X Silco and there is a lot of cheesy, surface level stuff and I might make a post on this eventually and those are all fun and that. 

But I think the main reason why it really sticks with me is a very particular one. 

I have mused before that I really like Jinx x Ekko as well and how there are lot of similarities with the whole almost trying to kill each other and the intensity of emotions and the falling apart over morals. But despite the similarities they actually have very different positions in my brain. I like Timebomb of the big drama, high octane angst. 

While in a weird way, Zaundads is a comfort ship for me. Which, you know, kind of insane with the whole tried to kill each other/probably genuinely thought that they succeeded in killing the other/scarred each other for life/betrayed the joined dream etc. 

But the thing is, I really love Arcane. I just really love all the characters, even the villainous ones like Silco (naturally), Sevika and Singed. 

And Vander and Silco (still) loving each other feels like the best, the most natural way to get a real feeling “One Big Happy Weasley Family” ending. 

It’s not that having Vander in his life is like the only way I could ever picture Silco being happy. Like, I could picture like an AU where it’s just him and Jinx and her and the environment is just slightly more healthy and he gets genuine joy from her achievements. 

But at the same time, in my head, Vander loves Vi, Silco loves Jinx and Jinx and Vi love each other. Silco and Jinx against the world, I could picture making Silco happy. But it would leave Vi sad. Because I don’t think that Silco wants to share, he would hate sharing and if I could maybe with a lot of twisting around picture a version where he makes peace with sharing Jinx with Vi it would 1) likely be a compromised happiness 2.) it would still leave Vander out in the cold. 

Like, if I really force it like maybe I can picture a version where Silco is like with some OC who mellows him out and he has both kids and I dunno, Vander is dating Benzo and they are raising Ekko together so he is happy too? And Vander and Silco are at least cordial together? 

But to me Vander X Silco loving each other, whether platonically or more is just the easiest and most natural way I can imagine that would resolve the Gordian knot of relationships. And even though it is befitting of the kind of show it is that it is intentional that this knot cannot be resolved, that not everybody can be happy, that’s kind of what makes it a comfort ship. And even though the vast majority of Vander x Silco fic is appropriately tragic and flawed, what makes it special to me is that that taste of just how much better things could be if they got their shit together or if they had never had a falling out is still there, underneath it all. 

And it’s just fascinating to me to imagine in what ways the world of Arcane and/or their lives would be better off if they loved each other (again romantically or platonically) and how fascinating it would be for them to find a compromise between their positions on morality vs. action against Piltover. 

When I compare it to Timebomb, one thing that is different about Zaundads is that we know that they used to be “happy” together at some time in the past. And it’s also that in a lot of ways, both Vander and Silco are a lot more flexible characters. We know that The Drowning deeply changed Silco, we know fathering Jinx changed his outlook. With Vander we know that he changed from more violent to less violent and we know that as Warwick he will change fundamentally yet again. So trying to imagine a way how they could compromise feels like less of a betrayal. 

Like, I could imagine an older, hardened Ekko, who has a rougher, more cynical opinion on murder, but it feels like betrayal of a character who is so neatly positioned as being all about hope. So when I imagine happy timebomb to me it’s often easiest as an AU, where certain things just didn’t happen rather than the problem being more how they have to change their point of view. 

Another big thing about Zaundads to me is that Silco feels ... stuck. He’s hung up on that night. He cannot stop talking about Vander. He keeps going back to that night. 

And I perceive that trauma to be absolutely fundamentally essential to Silco’s character. 

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that that night is the reason why Silco is “evil”. He clearly had pre-existing traumas that made him hate Piltover. 

But to me the Vander trauma is so essential because I think it is what keeps him from trusting others, from making genuine connection with others. And as such it’s imo the biggest obstacle that keeps him from changing and becoming better (whether as a “better person” or as being less miserable). Because in the end this is how we change, by connecting to others, learning from others, accepting others. 

And that is what Silco’s paranoia closes him off from, why he is hyperfocused on Jinx, why he doesn’t want to share Jinx even though that might be good for Jinx. 

Don’t get me wrong, I think it is entirely possible that Silco was paranoid and had trust issues before meeting Vander (just like it’s possible that he had less of it when he talks about brothers and sisters), but he was clearly willing to open up to Vander and it was traumatizing to him when didn’t work out. 

And no, in real life you don’t resolve your trauma by hooking up with the person who tried to kill you and caused that trauma. But this is fiction and in fiction sex and romance and shipping are ways to resolve dramatic tension and lead it into different paths. For a way to have climax and release in a way that isn’t through violence and with love as a way to make it feel more lasting. 

But even outside of shipping I genuinely think that if Silco wanted to change as a person, he would have to properly, more healthily deal with his Vander trauma before he could ever move forward. (again no shade on the “Silco did nothing wrong, you go heavily amoral crime boss revolutionary” crowd, those are cool too) 

So the focus is more on imagining how a situation could ever arise where Silco would be willing to be open enough about his trauma and where Vander would be open enough to properly receive that openness so actual catharsis can happen. (again with shipping or without) Something that likely both of them are too stubborn and paranoid about, but that’s why it’s kind of the tantalizing, impossible dream. 

Which in my head looks kind of like them meeting on neutral ground and Silco being in essence: “I loved you so much and what you did really hurt me and it really fucked me up” and Vander just pulling him into the world’s biggest bearhug and going “I get it and I’m sorry” and then they both cry like babies and vow try better and to never hurt each other again. 

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Which again, would never happen, wouldn’t work for the show, it’s debatable whether it would be even deserved. But at the same time I can’t help but feel like it would just be *better* if it were possible, pretty much like I feel like “wow, wouldn’t it just be better if there were a world where Jinx and Ekko didn’t have to fight each other”. 

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About the Mun:

Charlie, 25+, she/her.

I am neurodivergent and have physical disabilities so my focus might be hit and miss at times.

I work full-time, I write role play in my free time so activity may be sporadic.

I have 11 years worth of role playing experience under my belt and have been writing for the best part of 20 years.

My squicks that are goats, needles (primarily IV and IO), wasps, bees, spiders.

The mun tag is: out of arcane; dealer (mun).

Tracking the tag: arcanacontained

Some of my OC muses I have had for a long time. I have been on Tumblr itself since 2013, across multiple fandoms. Some have been friendly and welcoming whilst, others have been toxic and a mess I no longer want to associate with. This is why I have altered my OCs to be more fitting of Arcane/LOL related muses. So far the Arcane/LOL role play community has been welcoming.

Rules:

Disabilities, trauma and mental illness will be discussed as themes during role play threads. If you have any triggers around these or other topics please let me know ahead of time. I will always reads others’ rules.

As above - I am over 25, therefore I feel uncomfortable with interacting with minors. If you are under 18, I this is not the blog for you.

TERFS, homophobias etc do not interact.

No god-modding or meta-gaming.

I haven’t roleplayed in a while, for about 2-3 years due the pandemic being a thing and Tumblr was put on the back burner until life stabilised. So I apologise if some of my role play knowledge or etiquette has gone out of the window.

I am primarily familiar with Arcane but am reading up on the relevant Champion backstories and other information on the League website. I have never played the game itself. Character canon will follow Arcane and may have some current League of Legends influences.

This blog is unlikely to be spoiler free, as the fate of the characters currently hangs in the balance at the end of episode 9.

As of writing - Jayce, Viktor and Warwick are tests muses, as this is the first time I have written them.

I have put some of my muses on low activity for the sake of my mental health. Which muses are on high or low activity might change without warning.

Please read a muse’s biography before interacting with them.

I would prefer to plot threads. Askbox prompts are accepted - but do not reblog asks as a thread starter. Please use text posts as thread starters.

I write in third person, past tense with normal formatting. As I don’t have the time I won’t be using icons in threads. A muse’s face claim (if relevant) will be stated in their biography.

Mutuals only please, this is for my own mental health so I know who is who.

Please may asks be kept for in-character interactions between muses. Likewise direct messaging is for discussion, plotting and general chatting between muns.

[Current Hand] - Muses

Number [Card] Name • Epithet.

Blue, OC muse. Red, Canon muse. Purple, Test muse. Active Muse, Low Activity Muse, Inactive Muse, Empty Slot

0 [THE FOOL] Rowan Jesse • The Fractured Shadow || Information Post || Interaction Call

I [THE MAGICIAN] Viktor • The Machine Herald || Information Post || Interaction Call

II [THE HIGH PRIESTESS] Patience Blyth • The Tactical Forger || Information Post || Interaction Call

III [THE EMPRESS] Unknown • Epithet

IV [THE EMPRORER] Unknown • Epithet

V [THE HIEROPHANT] Unknown • Epithet

VI [THE LOVERS] Unknown • Epithet

VII [THE CHARIOT] Audrey Hayward • The Caretaker of Piltover || Information Post || Interaction Call

VIII [STRENGTH] Unknown • Epithet

IX [THE HERMIT] Unknown • Epithet

X [WHEEL OF FORTUNE] Unknown • Epithet

XI [JUSTICE] Jayce Talis • The Defender of Tomorrow || Information Post || Interaction Call

XII [THE HANGED MAN] Unknown • Epithet

XIII [DEATH] Warwick • The Uncaged Wrath of Zaun || Information Post || Interaction Call

XIV [TEMPERANCE] Rosemary Clive • The Mage Telepath || Information Post || Interaction Call

XV [THE DEVIL] Sigfreda Maddox • The Puppeteer of the Dead || Information Post || Interaction Call

XVI [THE TOWER] Unknown • Epithet

XVII [THE STAR] Rio • The Shimmering Piximander of Zaun || Information Post || Interaction Call

XVIII [THE MOON] Unknown • Epithet

XIX [THE SUN] Unknown • Epithet

XX [JUDGEMENT] Unknown • Epithet

XXI [THE WORLD] Unknown • Epithet

W [MONARCH OF WANDS] Unknown • Epithet

C [MONARCH OF CUPS]  Unknown • Epithet

S [MONARCH OF SWORDS]  Unknown • Epithet

P [MONARCH OF PENTACLES]  Unknown • Epithet

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Gonna ask you V A R I N for the fandom asks thing

I love how you tried to do "Varian", Kazzy XD

V- Which character do you relate to most?

Hmm...I'd say probably Miles Morales from Into the Spiderverse. Although I am neither afrolatina nor a boy, I still deeply related to his struggle as a young person when I first saw Spiderverse in theaters. Especially that scene where his Dad is talking to him through the door and he's tied up.

A- Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Oh, jesus XD This'll be a long list.

New Dream

Cassarian

Stalyan x Brock

Arianna x Cap

Pete and Stan

Lumity

Raeda

Huntlow

Guslow

CaitVi

Timebomb

JayVik

BBRae

AquaTerra

Robfire

CyJinx

All my TTS oc ships I've made

Can you tell I'm shipper trash?

R- Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Right now, I'd have to say either Team Awesome, Cass and Lance, or Cass and Eugene.

I- Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Ehhh...not really full on movie/tv show fandoms, per se. Mostly ship fandoms. I won't elaborate on it any further unless y'all wanna hear it. Although I have been warned by many people to stay away from thr Voltron fandom

N- Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Hmmm...for the Tangled fandom I'd say more fankids, more sympathy towards Cass and her arc in season 3, and more green dress/crossbow content

For the Arcane fandom I wanna see more of Jinx and Caitlyn acting like in-laws, more tired Uncle Viktor to his five Zaunite nieces and nephews, and Warwick reuniting with Jinx and Vi

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Chapter 17: Corrosion

I'M SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE 5 MONTHS!!! Tbh this was probably the hardest chapter I've had to write thus far and it was just not working with me. But honestly combined with the new Warwick trailer, and the amount of people flooding into my account and mass-reading my stuff lately??? Thank you so much for the motivation y'all, it really means a lot <3

So without further ago, have this 3k word chapter!

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It had taken nearly an hour just to settle the crowds once the officers had left. An entire mob of people, suddenly panicked and in need of a level head to tell them what to do and how to feel. So, by the time Benzo was actually able to walk into the backroom of the arena, the anger that coursed through his veins had (somewhat) been able to cool down, no longer quite boiling over. Now replaced by anxiety that fought with his typically cool-headed mind that was trying to remind him to be rational. The pain in his side wasn’t helping none, of course. His lungs were already shite, but that Enforcer slamming the butt of his gun into his ribs hurt like a bitch… He took a deep, calming breath, ignoring the burning protest of his lungs.

Emotions are never good for business.

“They’ve gone too far this time.” Silco spat, slamming the door as he entered the room behind Benzo. “I mean, storming in here like they own the place, waving their guns around? That’s a new low, even for them.”

“And Min?” Benzo asked, sliding a hand through his thin brown hair, urging his breathing to remain even. Silco nodded, waving his hand as if she were an additional afterthought. Benzo thought about Min getting arrested, the way they threw her to the ground like she was nothing, and suddenly he felt the need to slap Silco upside the head. Bigger fish, he reminded himself. “They’ve never made this much of a show for an arrest before. Grayson knows we’re important down here, and now she’s aiming to take us out of commission.”

“Min’s been arrested just as many times as the rest of us.” Silco argued. “She's strong, she can handle it. Standard protocol; get some bail money together, we run down to the station at first light-” “Are you seriously that petty?” Benzo stepped forward, facing Silco face-on. His tone was careful but carried a weight to it. “This was a godsdamn army, for what? Arresting one lass? This goes beyond your  fucking ‘protocol’!” 

Silco stepped up, meeting Benzo eye-to-eye. Benzo could see the anger in his eyes, flames of passion, he knew the look well amongst his fellow Zaunite revolutionaries. He only wished that he could believe that any of those flames burned for their missing sister-in-arms, but that would be expecting him to put his own anger aside for the good of the cause, for the good of others. And Benzo knew that wasn’t about to happen. 

Taking a deep, attempting-to-be-calming breath, Benzo disengages from Silco’s fury, centring back his focus to address both of them. Noting Vander was still silent, glaring the same hole into the ground.

For fuck’s sake, he thought to himself. 

“You two are the fucking leaders here, aye?” Benzo barked. “So where’s yer fucking plan of attack? What do we do? We’re gonna break her out, right?”

Silco’s the one to speak up, of course, shaking his head aggressively. “Are you kidding me? If we’re caught anywhere near top-side, we’re landing ourselves in a cell right next to her. We’re too conspicuous, too high-profile, and Grayson obviously has her eye on us.” Benzo made a move to fight against Silco, but Vander finally chooses to speak up.

“He’s right. We go running in after her, even all the cogs in the world won’t be able to pay her way out. Odds are, we get clinked too. Then what good are we?”

“Oh give your head a shake!” Benzo exclaims. “We could fucking try!”

Vander’s jaw tenses. “This isn’t a ‘run in half-cocked’ sort of deal.”  Bento scoffs, eyes practically rolling out of his head.

“So…what? We can do…nothing, then? Is that right?”

Vander takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as if he’s focussing on his breath. “Nope. But I think I know who can.”

***

It’s rather unfortunate that, out of all the things you could have inherited from your mother, the recurring habit of getting arrested was one of the more notable.

Also unfortunate that cops are capable of learning.

“Minerva!” Grayson’s voice, practically spitting out your name, had caught you off guard. Your eyes glazed over, looking off to the side. From your spot, seated on the ground with your captured hands sticking out awkwardly in front of you, most of her face hidden by shadows. All the light filtered in through the barred window on the door to your cell, a torch light. The cell was completely lightless, almost a pit of darkness. Dank, dark, and too quiet to be peaceful. But what you could make out from her appearance, you could see wrinkles formed between her eyebrows and a deep sneer. 

“Sorry Commander, I must have dozed off there for a moment.” You finally responded. “Welcome to my humble abode! I’d offer you a drink, but I’m a little…tied up, at the moment.” You lifted your hands, ignoring the cramped feelings in your muscles and joints. The thick metal that encased your hands wore you down, like holding a weight you had no consent in holding, and no ability to put down. 

She didn’t respond to your jest, simply continuing to stare down at you, face like stone but the underlying disgust ever-present. Tough crowd.

“The counsel has been sent the details of your case and are currently discussing further actions.” She explains. “But it’s customary that someone speak with you directly before any major decisions are made.”

“Gonna be a short conversation,” you note, “y’know, on account of the fact that I’ve done nothing wrong. But I suppose everytime something bad happens, us ‘fissure folk’ are to blame, huh?”

She moves on, as if she doesn’t even hear you. “Your nose looks like it hurts.” She notes. Her shoulders are less square than you’ve seen them before, she’s more comfortable here than when you’ve seen her in the Underground. Although you’ve seen her without her helmet before, notably at the apartment when she first introduced herself, seeing her whole face here felt…oddly personal. 

You twitch your nose, feeling the dull pain spike between your eyes. “Pretty, ain’t it?”

“Wanna tell me about the girl who did it? Looked to be a girl by the name of…” she looks down at a file you hadn’t realized she was holding. “Sevika, right?”

Your eyes glance down at the file. Just how many names did they have? “I don’t know, it’s all a little…fuzzy to me. Pretty sure it could have been one of your guys, you know, when they forced me onto the ground and locked up my hands without probable cause.” 

She looks back down at you, eyes cold and unamused. “Are we really going to do this?”

“Do what?” She closes the file and reaches into her pocket. Pulling something out, she shows it off to you with an extended arm. 

“Look familiar?” It’s hard to make out what she’s showing you at first, but slowly you work out the details. A piece of fabric, red cotton. It was wrinkled and stained beyond saving, but there was a darker, fresher stain around most of it that hadn’t been there last you had it. Of course it was familiar, you’d been wearing it-or ones like it-most of your time in the lanes. The bandana that used to be a staple of your wardrobe, now bloody and in the hands of the Chief of Enforcers. 

Your mind flashes to the job just a couple weeks ago, when you’d left the fabric tied around the thigh of that Enforcer you’d attacked. You can feel your heartbeat raise ever so slightly. There’s no way they could have actually linked you to the crime with just your bandana.

“Nope.”

“Really? Cause in all of your mugshots, you’re wearing one just like it in your hair.” She pockets the fabric again. “I notice you’re not wearing one now. Lose it recently?”

You shrug, tilting your head back. “Is changing hairstyles a crime now? I’ll have to let my salon know.”

“Can you account for your whereabouts from three nights ago?”

“You’ll have to ask your mother, I believe I was at her house.”

She rolls her eyes and takes a long, deep sigh. “Minerva,” her tone is calm, but irritable. Like she was scolding a small child. 

You mimic her, rolling your eyes as well, but significantly more dramatic. “Grayson.”

“I am aware that you and your…compatriots may be used to certain lax standards. But I can assure you that physically assaulting one of my officers is not something I intend to easily brush under the rug.” Your hands attempt to fidget within their constraints, your bones buzzing with the need to move them. “I know the man you hurt, he's a good officer. He has a family, a wife and child. Are you really going to allow your anger to blind you so much that you’re willing to take away a child’s father?”

You lean forward, the chains rattling with your movements. “Several of the people your officers pointed a gun at tonight have families too. Those ‘good officers’ you have, they attack and aim firearms at women and children on a daily basis.” Gone was your mocking tone, your light-hearted facade. “You attack our people in our streets, in our businesses, in our homes. But hey, it’s different right? We’re all just fissure-folk trash to you.”

“And that justifies you nearly killing one of my men?” 

You kill hundreds of ours.

Your jaw tightens, biting your tongue. She’s not going to goat you into a confession that easily.

“I didn’t touch ‘your man’.” You finally respond, sitting back against the wall. “And if all you brought me in for was some half-baked story built around a piece of red cloth…well, it’s good to see you’re just as incompetent as your predecessor.”

The room falls silent, both of you glaring daggers at each other. You swear the room grows colder, the cold stone walls looming over you more and more with every passing, silent moment. You tried so hard to focus on the woman in front of you. Maybe if you were more aware, better able to scan her and read her body language, you could find something on her. Find something that you could use against her. But all you could focus on was your bones burning with the urge to use your powers, fanned on by the anger that’s coursing through you. You needed to get out of these damn constraints!

The door to your cell opened again, and another officer poked his head in. This one was much younger, and clearly very nervous. Twitchy eyes looked over from you, to his superior, just as Grayson’s head snapped back to glare at him.

“I gave orders that we weren’t to be disturbed.” Grayson snarled, and you could see the officer practically jump out of his skin in fear.

“Um…I’m sorry Ma’am. But uhh, you see…there’s someone demanding your presence outside.”

“What?” She dug into her pocket, fishing out a silver pocket watch. “It’s not even dawn yet. The doors to the station don’t open for another hour.” 

“There were, um,” his eyes dart over to yours, and the obvious anxiety in his gaze makes you smirk. “Very insistent.”

They? God, please tell me the guys didn’t decide to come…

Grayson lets out a long, heavy sigh of frustration. Stuffing the pocket watch angrily back into her jacket and snapping her folder shut, she begins to storm off out of the room. Just as she grabs onto the heavy metal door, however, her head whips back to stare directly at you. Her eyes, furious.

“We’re not done here, you understand.” It wasn’t a question. 

Lifting your shackled hands to your forehead, you give a mocking-serious face and a curt nod. “Aye aye, cap’n.” 

The door slams behind her, and immediately your mind begins to spiral. The guys can’t have come here, they wouldn’t. Sure, it was basic protocol that all of them would immediately jump to bust the others out of prison whenever one of you got pinched, but this wasn’t your typical riot-crashing or pickpocketing charge. Closing your eyes, you try not to linger on the blurry images of the raid. The white hot shock of fear upon seeing a gun pointed at Narco, Skye, and little baby Vi. The way the frequency of the Enforcer’s guns seemed to scream at you in such large quantities. The fear, all but palpable within the arena as people either were pulled into the fight or ran for their lives. The thought of Benzo being clubbed down, Silco with a knife against his throat and hands raised in surrender, the rage in Vander’s face as they placed you in cuffs. 

This wasn’t like any other run-in with the cops that you’d experienced. This was a whole other level, and you knew that if the guys tried to fight you out or pay anyone off; they’d wind up in cells just like yours. 

You tried not to let your mind linger on that image for too long, either. 

Your throat started to burn with the tears you wouldn’t let yourself shed, your thoughts spinning in and out of control, and you pulled your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. Trying ever so hard to calm your breathing. Please let it not be them out there…

Loud shouting filtered in through the cracks below your cell’s door. You couldn’t make it out, even if you tried, or even how many voices there were, but you could tell it was definitely heated. Were those the guys, fighting tooth-and-nail for your release, only to get shackles placed on them as well? Forced to the ground, kicking and screaming, and arrested in front of a huge crowd with your rage-filled family, forced to watch?

You could only anxiously listen in, your ears straining to hear the muffled sounds as you sat, uselessly, in your stupid little cell. This continues on for what felt like an eternity, but most likely what would have been only half an hour. Until, finally, the door to your cell swings open. On the other side, a very pissed-off Grayson. The flames of her rage practically emanated across the room, getting warmer and warmer as she stormed over to you, keys in hand.

“You got lucky again, Minerva.” She grunts out as she leans down, grabbing your shackles with probably more force than necessary. As she begins to unlock your restraints, your hands slowly begin to regain movement ability, you can feel the energy of your magic slowly flood back into your fingertips. The vibrations of all the metal around you, singing to you like a beautiful orchestra. You could only shut your eyes, the flood of emotions that came with your powers almost overwhelming to your already anxious body. You didn’t even realize that Grayson was still speaking. “-won’t be the last time you’ll be in one of my cells, I can promise you that.”

“What’s going on?” You couldn’t help but ask. You know you sounded pathetic, but this was honestly not how you pictured this going down.

Grayson laughed, but it sounded more like a scoff. “All you Underground folk, all you do is play dirty. Lying and cheating, it comes to you like breathing.”

That didn’t answer your question, but as Grayson slapped a normal pair of handcuffs on you, using them to force you up to your feet, you felt it was better not to ask followup questions. She dragged you by your arm out of your cell and into the all-too familiar main chamber of the Enforcer’s main station. On the other end, however, much to your surprised wasn’t the boys. Rather, two female figures. 

“Minerva!” Not even your mother’s cry was enough to shake you fully out of your shock as she surged forward, throwing her arms around you in a tight embrace. Out of habit, you tried to return your embrace, only to quickly remember your shackles. 

“Mom, what are you doing here?” You asked, quickly pulling away to look down at her with furrowed brows. “You shouldn’t-”

“The boys phoned me!” Her salt-and-pepper hair wasn’t in its usual braid, still down in flowing waves, showing that she had come straight here from bed. Her thick winter coat had been thrown on overtop of her wool nightgown, and her boots were unlaced. 

“They phoned both of us.” The second figure spoke up, Niya’s tone was stern, moreso than you think you’d ever heard from her. Her citrus-coloured hair was messier than how it had been at the arena, and there was a new cut along her lip that she must have gotten during the raid. She looked tired, but more than that, she looked mad. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” You looked back down at your mom. “But, why-”

“Your mother and Ms. Niya have negotiated for your release.” Grayson’s words were heavy, and she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding her snarling face. With begrudging movements, she reached down, unlocking your handcuffs. “You’re free to go.”

Before you really even have a moment to wrap your head around what’s happening, your mother is pulling you away from the captain, all but dragging you towards the door. “Come on,” she whispers to you, “we need to get out of here.” But your eyes are still stuck on Grayson’s, the rage flowing off of her body in waves. 

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon, Minerva.” She spits.

With all the confusion swimming around in your mind, you try to think of something to say; one last quip to gain the extra hand. You’ve held your ground for so long here, and yet, the only thing you can really think to say is, “looking forward to it.”

[lucifers-favorite-pen]

Introduction + Masterpost

Introduction

Hello there! Thank you for taking the time to meander across my humble blog :)

My name is Jamie (she/her), a small town American woman with silly little hobbies and obsessions. I have ADHD and have been hyperfixating on Obey Me forever. This is my favorite outlet!

I am not a professional writer by any means, but I’m doing my darnedest! If anyone has any tips, I’m open to criticism!

If you haven’t figure it out, this is an Obey Me side blog lmao. I started playing the game in like August 2020 and have not stopped. I take comfort in so many of the characters in it, especially Lucifer and my MC. I am very thankful for the game’s presence in my life, and for everyone who creates content for it. Y’all provide me with so much serotonin I stg.

Speaking of MCs, mine has a rp blog! Her name is Blair and her blog is @miss-blair-warwick. I haven’t gotten a lot of asks so far, but I have had SO MUCH FUN with the ones I have gotten. One of them provided inspiration for one of my favorite Lucifer pieces I’ve thought up too! No pressure to follow her, but I’ll be keeping track of the asks on her blog on this masterpost. Unless it somehow gets really long, then I’ll probably make her a separate masterpost. If you have a rp blog for your MC and wanna interact, send me (or her) a DM! Rping with other MCs in character helps me further develop her personality and it also just brings me a ton of joy. 

Last thing: I don’t do any rp stuff as the boys. I might be open to it in the future, but it’s not really something I’m interested in currently. So if you send me a rp ask asking me to rp one of the boys, I probably won’t answer it. I will however rp any of my OCs on this blog if you don’t wanna go through my MC’s rp blog.

If you have any questions about me or requests, my asks are open. I’m a pretty open book so don’t be shy :)

Ok I think that’s it. Happy reading!

Requests: OPEN

Masterpost

(listen I’m new at this so it’s not very long but she will grow I promise)

Headcanons

Bedtime Stories (Satan x GN!MC)

Asmo is at a club with MC and posts a picture captioned “One sc and I’ll make my brother a cuckhold tonight ;)”

The Brothers in “The Forest”

80s Songs the Brothers Would Serenade MC With

Judas was a woman

Small Snippets of Lucifer and Blair’s Love Story 

A Simple Request (Lucifer x Blair)

Unfinished Lessons (Lucifer x Blair)(angst)

Blair Answers Your Questions!

How He Proposed!

ADHD Tips and Tricks!

Christmas with Demons!

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Billy Hargrove Masterlist

I NO LONGER WRITE FOR THIS CHARACTER!!!

I Know: Another late night drive, another revelation

Wishin’ and Hopin’: Your mother had a thing for Dionne Warwick. Billy had terrible timing. It was a recipe for disaster. (Henderson!Reader)

Safe Haven: March 6th, 1986. The day Billy Hargrove joined the party. (Henderson!Reader)

Promises, Promises: You had one simple request. Billy promised to fulfill it. Billy was never good at keeping his promises, was he?

Graduation Days: Leaving Hawkins behind wasn’t a hard pill to swallow, but leaving Billy behind was.

Memory Bank: You held onto the past. Billy pushed it away. (Bi!Reader)

Classic Beauty: You were not a classic beauty in the modern sense, but Billy knew a beauty when he saw one. (Plus Sized!Reader)

Eros Masterlist: You’d never been in love before, but you were certain that Jonathan Byers could change that. Billy Hargrove has other plans. (Jonathan Byers x Reader [UNREQUITED])

The Plan: You and Steve planned to lie to your boyfriend, Billy, too bad he’s hard to fool. (Steve Harrington x Reader [PLATONIC])

Runaway: Being a Harrington was hard. Living in Hawkins was harder. Beverly had escaped, now you and Billy were going to do the same. (Bi!Reader, Harrington!Reader)

Rock you like a Hurricane: On the whims of a drunken bachelorette party, you went to Studz and met your own Romeo…too bad you already knew him. (Stripper!Billy)

Dear Diary,: Being friends with Billy Hargrove was hard, especially when you were in love with him.

Don’t Break Me Again: Breaking up with Billy Hargrove was hard. Seeing him again was harder. (Future AU)

Afternoon at the Hawkins Community Pool: Working as a lifeguard would be more fun if Billy wasn’t so…distracting.

Midnight at the Pick n’ Save: Partying with your friends would be more fun if Heather wasn’t in love with Billy Hargrove.

The Party’s Over: Billy Hargrove’s been acting strange, but you’d be stupid to miss the year’s biggest party. (Flayed!Billy)

Piercings and Polaroids: Usually, working at the mall would be boring, but Heather dragging a certain home town hottie into your shop was not a part of your usual day.

A Kiss from the Afterlife: You were sent out to Carmel to review a flash in the pan band, who knew you’d know the lead singer? (Rocker!Billy, Holloway!Reader)

My Best Friend’s Wedding: Steve Harrington’s wedding was going to be the worst days of your life. Billy Hargrove attempts to make it better. (Steve Harrington x Reader [ONE-SIDED], Robin Buckley x OC)

Party Girl: A party in Greenville could be fun, especially when the new kid shows up.

[milfisolde]

under read more bc i put too much effort into my ocs and there is A Lot. tw for violent stuff

this will be updated every time i think of something for him!

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Rollick

“The Ravenous” ? idk I suck at titles

no accessories

Size reference

why does he have anime hair if hes a fish? because he’s my oc and i say so

I MADE ICONS FOR THE LOCATIONS AND CLASS AND OTHER CHAMPIONS’ ABILITIES AND TUMBLR WONT’T LET ME ADD THEM WITHOUT FUCKING THE WHOLE POST UP

Short crappy bio

A young shark-like Vastaya. Born in Ionia, west of the island Sudaro. He was captured as a child by  Bilgewater pirates after straying too close to the surface and being found. Was then put to work on the Slaughter Docks, and trained to hunt in the traditional Serpent Isles manner: “launching themselves at their targets to secure tow-hooks with their bare hands, and beginning to butcher the creatures while they yet lived.”.

I need to update myself on League lore, but I would like him 2 be acquaintances with Nami and Fizz. Also, Rollick would have heard stories about Pyke and would find him really cool. Ideally, he would have Johnny Yong Bosch as his voice actor because I love how he voiced Kung Jin in Mortal Kombat X, but I don’t know how he’d do with a pirate accent lmao.

Kit

Would be classed as a Fighter with the sub-class Diver. At least I think he would.  

His kit is basically just a mash-up of multiple champions with extra ingredients. Riot do it themselves, so I'm allowed to, too. Pirate lingo used for most of his abilities and voice lines b/c I'm not creative for naming things.

 Passive "Blow the Man Down." : A mash-up of Rengar and Darius' but more complicated. Auto-attacking 3 times in a row, or using abilities, gives his unused abilities 3 different tiers of empowerment. (Like, if you auto-attack 3 times, use W, then Q, his E will have tier 3 empowerment.). Tiers 2 and 3 gives the target bleed when hit by abilities, applying "Blood in the Water."  Applying the bleed multiple times makes it stack, tier 2 stacks like two stacks of tier 1 bleed, tier 3 stacks like two stacks of tier 2 bleed. How many times can it stack? Idk. 5? 7? 10?? ok probably not 10 that would be stupid.

2nd passive "Clipper." : Rollick moves faster in the river; this move speed scales with his normal move speed.

Q "Feed the Fish." : Tier 1 is a swipe in an AOE cone with his claws. Tier 2 is a small lunge in a targeted direction with two swipes, one with each hand. Tier 3 is a longer distance lunge with a bite. If tier 3 lands on a moving target (examples: scuttlecrab when it dashes, Ezreal using his E), it will follow the target like Warwick Q/Evelynn E. The bite will also heal him for a small amount.

W "Hook, Line, Sinker." : is like Rengar's Bola Strike with a wider but shorter range for tiers 1 and 2, but he leaps in the targeted direction at tier 3 and if he hits something, covers it with his net and stays on top of them for a short amount of time. Tier 2 spins the target around from they way Rollick throws his net and will turn the opposite direction of the way the target was originally standing. If you're facing Rollick and the tier 2 net hits you, your back is now turned to Rollick.

E "Chase." : Warwick Blood Hunt but either less or more annoying. Cooldown is shorter in duration, but so is its active. The passive part of it only shows paths to champions affected with a bleed, burn or poison DOT effect. (Includes: Rollick's "Blood in the Water", Darius'  "Hemorrhage", Brand's  "Blaze", Gangplank's  "Trial by Fire", Lillia's  "Dream Dust", Cassiopeia's  "Noxious Poison" and  "Debilitating Poison", Twitch's "Deadly Venom", Teemo's  "Toxic Shot" and  "Noxious Trap", Singed's  "Poison Trail", the  "Scorch" rune,  "Ignite" summoner spell,  "Challenging Smite" summoner spell, "Azakana Gaze" from  Demonic Embrace, and "Torment" from  Liandry's Anguish.

R "Cleave 'Em to the Brisket!" : Similar to Skarner's "Impale". Rollick takes the hooked blade he has on his belt and lunges at the target, stabbing into the enemy champion's chest with his chest to their back, and drags them away. "Cleave 'Em to the Brisket!" can only be used on a champion that has their back turned towards Rollick. It applies a tier 3 "Blood in the Water." upon use. It can yank champions out of  Displacement Immunity, but doesn't suppress the target champion entirely, they are still able to use dash and blink abilities, use Thresh's  "Dark Passage", recast  "Death Sentence" , and use most movement summoner spells ( Flash, Hexflash, Mark/Dash), but if they do, half of their current HP is taken away from the hooked knife being dragged/yanked out of them. If you are 30% HP and you use one of the movement abilities mentioned, you will leave with 15% HP and two stacks of tier 3 bleed. For 5 seconds after using his ult, Rollick uses his knife to attack, gaining increased auto-attack range and his autos apply a tier 1 bleed stack per hit. The enhanced auto-attacks drag his targets towards him because of the hook part in his knife getting caught on them.

Animation ideas

(I used google to find every gif/picture, save for the “dance” one. they have tumblr links bc when writing this tumblr shit itself when i wanted to save it as a draft and i kept it open in a different tab and copy/pasted everything. im sorry some of the gifs are weird aslkfjdjf)

Walking animation is him using his arms and tail to "crawl". imagine the gif has a tail instead of legs

Running animation is the same concept, just with much more effort put into making himself move faster. Moving in the river looks more like he’s swimming rather than crawling. Slowed animation is him dragging himself slowly with his head facing the ground, putting weight on his elbows instead of using his arms completely. Like an army crawl but in pain.

Idle animation is him crossing his arms and resting on his elbows, then looking around and inspecting his claws.

If left in idle animation for more than 15 seconds, he drops down completely and puts his head in his arms and dozes off. Moving after the sleep idle will have him shake his head awake when starting to move.

Death animation is him trying to crawl, being unable to, then collapsing on his side and flopping onto his back.

Taunt animation is him straightening himself then lashing out with his hands and baring his teeth before "biting" the air in the direction he’s standing, voice lines coming out before the bite part.

Joke animation is him chasing his own tail? Maybe he gets tangled in his net after doing it for a second and just struggles there until the animation is interrupted.

Dance is uh. He straightens up and does knife tricks. He doesn’t have legs, doesn’t have a staff like Nami, and just wouldn’t dance like Cassiopeia.

I made the gif using footage from here.

His laugh animation would be him laughing and flopping onto his back, then turning back onto his stomach. All but one of his laughs would be loud and hearty, the one that isn’t would sound like Kung Jin’s laugh.

Voice line ideas

First encounters:

Bilgewater/Bilgewater themed champion:

"Ahoy!" "Ahoy, bucko!" "Ahoy, scallywag."

Multiple champions simultaneously/champions who have a visible partner/partners with them (examples: Kindred, Sejuani, Lulu with Pix, Elise with her Spiderlings, Azir with his Sand Soldiers):

"Ahoy, me hearties."

Pyke:

"Pyke?! I’ve heard stories of you! Though… You’re smaller than I had imagined..." "Hey there, old salt! " "Ahoy, seadog! "

Nami:

"Good to see a friendly face! Shame it’s on the wrong side." "Oh! Little lass! Have you found your stone yet? "

Fizz:

"Little trickster! Where’s your big friend? "

Illaoi:

“Test? Gonna get myself an A-plus-plus! …That’s the good grade, right?

Taunts:

Any champion:

"Scurvy dog! " "AAARRRRGGGGHHHH! "

Bird/bird themed/winged champion:

"Polly want a cracker? "

Tahm Kench:

“The only creature with an appetite bigger than mine” “You put me to shame with that maw of yours! You could fit me in it!”

Abilities/eliminations:

Tier 3 "Feed the Fish.":

(after used on champion wearing armour/with tough skin)

"Ouch… I think I broke a tooth. Good thing I got more. "

(after used on champion with fur/feathers/long hair)

" (violent spitting-out-fluff noises) Blegh! "

Tier 1 and 2 "Hook, Line, Sinker. ":

"Catch! " "Avast, ye! "

Tier 2 "Hook, Line, Sinker. " after turning someone around:

"Bring a spring upon ‘er! " "Broadside! "

Using "Chase. " with a DOT’d champion in range:

"Chum in the water…" " (deep inhale, then a rumbling growl) "

Using "Chase. " with affected champion visible:

"Lookin’ a bit squiffy there…" " (laughter) Yesss… "

Eliminate champion:

"Take a caulk. "

Eliminate champion while using "Cleave ‘Em to the Brisket!" or the enhanced auto-attacks after:

"Hah, keelhauled! " “Taste me steel n’ may the devil take ye!”

“PENTAKILL!”:

"Dead men tell no tales…"

Respawn:

"What a flogging…" "Alright, I’ve fed the fish… Now it’s their turn. "

Pings:

(Danger!):

"Heave to! " "Avast ye! "

(Assist me!):

"All hand hoy! " "All hands on deck! "

(Assist me!) followed up by (On my way!), or vice versa:

"Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen! "

(Area is warded.):

"They’ve got a lookout. "

(Target champion):

"Thar she blows! " "Sail, ho! " "Savvy? " "Hang ‘em from the Yardarm! "

Miscellaneous:

Allied champion drinks potion or gets healed by another ally when Rollick has missing HP:

"Splice the mainbrace! Please?"

Alone with low HP, no potions or actives available, or sells all items:

"Looks like I’m marooned…"

Healed by ally:

"Feeling shipshape!" "Much obliged." "I’m in your debt." "Thank you!" "Thanks!"

Receives shutdown gold:

"Ha-ha! Plundered! " “Bounty taken.”

Flashing away from enemy:

"Blimey! " "Gah!” "Sink me! " " (girly shriek) "

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Change of Heart || Hermione Granger

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by PhoenixWing1021

With immense power comes tremendous responsibilities; however, where do these responsibilities lay? With good or evil?

Watch as the young pure-blood witch, Olympia Warwick from the famous Warwick family, navigate adventures, tests and relationships throughout her years within Hogwarts and figure out within herself where her mind, morals, and heart lies. Is it with her new-formed friends and potential significant other which lead her to be questioned about everything within her life, or are her familiar roots too strongly tied with evil to ever change, or let go?

Words: 1950, Chapters: 1/35, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/F

Characters: Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Ted Tonks, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Andromeda Black Tonks, Salazar Slytherin, Hannah Abbott, Cho Chang, Ludo Bagman, Bathilda Bagshot, Katie Bell, Cuthbert Binns, Phineas Nigellus Black, Amelia Bones, Susan Bones, Terry Boot, Lavender Brown, Dolores Umbridge, Charity Burbage, Frank Bryce, Frank Longbottom, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Dirk Cresswell, Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle Delacour, Dedalus Diggle, Amos Diggory, Cedric Diggory, Albus Dumbledore, Dudley Dursley, Marge Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Marietta Edgecombe, Argus Filch, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Mundungus Fletcher, Cornelius Fudge, Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Goyle, Astoria Greengrass, Fenrir Greyback, Rubeus Hagrid, Rolanda Hooch, Helga Hufflepuff, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Bertha Jorkins, Gilderoy Lockhart, Augusta Longbottom, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Xenophilius Lovegood, Olympe Maxime, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Cormac McLaggen, Pansy Parkinson, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Peter Pettigrew, Irma Pince, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Quirinus Quirrell, Helena Ravenclaw, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Zacharias Smith, Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood, Blaise Zabini, The Fat Lady (Harry Potter), Fawkes (Harry Potter), Fluffy (Harry Potter), Fang (Harry Potter), Hedwig (Harry Potter), OC - Character

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Ron Weasley/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Hermione Granger x Female!OC, Useless Lesbians, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Comedy, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Adult Content, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Canonical Character Death, Queer Character, POV First Person, Original Character(s), Hufflepuff/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Baggage, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Hate to Love, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, POV Lesbian Character, Gay, Bisexuality, Bad Albus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Mentor Minerva McGonagall, Mentor Remus Lupin, Animagus Harry Potter, The Author Regrets Nothing, Attempt at Humor, Friendship, British Slang, British Comedy, British Character, Drama & Romance, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Draco Malfoy is a Good Friend, Death Eaters, Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), Quidditch, Canon Universe, Freeform, Implied Sexual Content, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Book 2: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Action & Romance, follows the plot mostly, Sit Down This Will Be a Long Build Up, Awkwardness, Alcohol, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Issues, Family Secrets, Education, LGBTQ Character, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Jealousy, Intoxication, LGBTQ Female Character, Idiots in Love, Dragons, Mild Language, Rebellion, Teen Romance, Teen Angst

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surprise im actually a furry and this is my new boyfriend thanks league of legends for revealing my true colors :’)

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Shining Star | Part One

A/N: I know everybody's stressed right now, and I'm hoping and praying if anyone gets it, they can fight it off. Vitamin C, people. Get you some. Stay rested, keep positive and take care of yourselves. I'm hoping and praying for the best for everyone💜

Okay this is late, but I struggled with how to go about it. I decided to keep this chapter short because it mentions 3 different years and didn't wanna overload yall. The story doesn't skip around like it does in this chapter, it is necessary in the chapter, though, and you'll see what I mean. Thank you so far for the support and love, I can't wait to get into this story like I have with Gateway Drug:)

Pairing: Axl Rose x OC

Words: 1.4k

Warning(s): explicit language

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" But he fell in love with her fucked up ways

With her drunken days, yeah, he still stayed

Yeah, he fell in love with her twisted dreams

And all in between, and he'd still sing

Baby, you're a shining star

I like you just like you are

You know you'll always be my baby

Don't cry

You know you're crazy, doesn't phase me

Don't lie

'Cause baby, you're a shining star

I like you just like you are " — Bebe Rexha, Shining Star

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1988

My ankles nearly roll on each other as I step out of the venue, stumbling in my heels, my heart beat seeming to thump to the rhythm of Lindsey Buckingham's "Trouble" that I can already tell is rattling the speakers of the car I'm being herded to by security.

My sunglasses stay perched on my nose, shielding my light-sensitive eyes from the prying flashes of reporters, reaching hands that are out to get a touch of me from fans, and I zone out the yells and screams of my name and begging to give someone somewhere attention.

The car door is slammed behind me once I get inside the limo and let out a breath of relief, glancing at my company.

I don't even speak, taking my jacket off and reaching into my purse to grab the loaded syringe.

"Axl said you should let up on that stuff, Tans." Steven's slurred voice erupts in my ears, his head leaned back with his own pair of sunglasses guarding his eyes. "Nikki just died, like, two weeks ago."

"Last time, Popcorn, I promise." I lie, wrapping the chain of the crucifix I received for Christmas from my best friend, Vivian, around my arm tightly to act as an aid to let me see my stripped veins better.

I wait until we're stopped at a red light with plenty of lighting from the building's around us to help me see better.

The sting of the needle is temporary before peace consumes me, and I'm collapsing.

I nearly died that night.

It was a couple days into the New Year, and ironically enough I had promised my boyfriend that I’d get sober as a New Years resolution.

I didn’t mean it.

If I had meant it, Steven Adler wouldn’t have been attempting to keep a close friend of his alive for the second time in the last ten days.

At that point I had more money than I knew what to do with, an apartment in New Yok, a mansion in L.A., a gigantic beach house on Tybee Island, two Ferraris, a Porsche, and a Harley Davidson and I didn’t even know how the hell to drive any of it, a new boyfriend that treated me like a fucking princess and was already wanting to marry me, yet I was still so fucking unhappy.

I was ungrateful.

My addiction had nothing to do with being bored and partying to pass the time and then slipping in to something more serious.

I started on coke to lose weight after being told one-hundred and twenty-five pounds only meant I needed to lose an extra fifteen, started drinking heavily to calm myself down before every shoot, then when I started getting molested at least once a month by people in charge of me at my agency and photographers, alcohol no longer did the trick and I started on heroin and anything else that would numb the self-loathing and guilt I had for bringing all of it on to myself by being a sex symbol and never telling anyone “no.”

My issues started as a way of coping with what I did to earn money, and that’s how it ended.

1979

The dim light of the overpowering cinnamon smelling candle dances off the lilac color of my bedroom walls as my stomach nearly bursts from the amount of butterflies multiplying inside of it.

I watch the clock intently, my sweaty palms wiping at my freshly washed sheets as I examine the light purple lingerie I bought with babysitting money.

Hearing a car pull into my driveway, I peek out the window to see Vince get out, carrying a vinyl record enveloped in its skin, and I rub my lips together and give myself a small pep talk.

"Alright, Tans. You got this." I whisper, resting on my knees on the bed, waiting for him to open my door.

When he does, he sees me and looks like he's about to pass out.

"W-what's wrong?" I ask him, softly, and he blinks at me.

"You look great." He replies with a genuine smile, taking his jacket off.

"Thank you." I reply, smiling a little, tucking a blonde hair behind my ear.

"So, uh..." he nervously grins, his finger tips gliding over my thigh as he leans over me. "...Are you sure this time or not?" He asks and I look at him.

Am I, really?

We've been together a couple months and everytime we get closer and closer to homebase, I insist I'm not ready, and I can tell he's getting tired of waiting because everytime we have to stop he's rolling his eyes and getting agitated over it.

"Y-Yes." I fumble out, nodding a little.

He smirks, kissing me for a second, then another, as just as he starts unbuckling his belt, I'm stopping him.

"What is it, Tans?" He asks, the fear in his voice at the chance of me stopping him, yet again, is evident.

"I was gonna put some music on." I giggle against his lips, kissing them sweetly and relief comes off of him in heavy waves.

"Oh, yeah, go ahead." He nods, kissing my cheek.

I get up and step past him to my record player, starting up "I'll Never Love This Way Again" by Dionne Warwick.

Before I can turn back around, he's pulling me into his bare chest, pulling my hair over my shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing down my arms as his lips press into my neck.

"Let me make one slight adjustment." He whispers in my ear and I look at him over my shoulder, nodding slightly.

He's changing out the record in the player in the speed of light and suddenly "Black Dog" by Led Zepplin starts up, and he turns the volume up so it's blaring.

My face slowly falls and I realize this is not about to be like I have pictured it at all.

Our entire relationship wasn't like I pictured it.

1980

It's as if a rug has been snatched out from underneath me, the breath leaving my body, my mind racing along with my heart.

Vince has tears in his eyes, his hands encircling mine.

"I don't...I don't understand." I tell him, my heart feeling like it's going to stop.

"I don't know what else to say about it, Tans." He exhales softly. "I'm sorry, I really am, it just happened, like, I don't--"

"--How does getting another girl pregnant just happen, Vince?" I choke out, starting to cry.

"Tansy, don't...please don't cry, baby." He wipes at my tears and I recoil away from him a little bit.

"You can't sleep with someone else and then call me 'baby' like everything is okay, Vince."

"It is okay, Tansy, alright? It was just one stupid hook up, it didn't mean anything and this doesn't change--"

"--You have a kid, now, Vince! It changes everything!"

"But it doesn't have to." He stays as calm as he can. "I do love you, I really do. We can work through this."

"I can't be anybody's step-mom at sixteen." I shake my head.

He looks like he's going to cry.

Neither of us say anything for several minutes.

"So, that's it...two years...just wasted." He's obviously trying to play it cool, although he's got a hold of my hand again and refuses to let it go.

I lick my tear soaked lips and sniffle, wiping my eyes.

"They aren't wasted to me." I tell him, softly.

He sighs out, blinking quickly before clearing his throat, disguising brushing the tears from his lashes as rubbing his eye.

"Well, it was a good run, Tans." He states, covering his hurt with a smile. "I'll see you around?"

"We're breaking up, Vince. Not two friend's just saying 'see ya later'." I tell him, expecting him to give a bigger reaction.

"I'll see ya later, Tans." He says, and I realize he doesn't want this to ruin the years we were friends before lovers.

I give him a sad smile before reaching across the console of his car, hugging him.

When we pull away, I give him my best smile.

"I'll see ya later, Vince." I reply, getting out of his car for the last time, closing the door on two years of my life I'll never get back, but they were spent with my first love, so well spent they were.

I never spoke to him again, unless it was just nodding to each other in the halls at school, well...before he dropped out, that is, until the following year at one of his first shows with Mötley Crüe.