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Been rewatching s1 of mob psycho and reigen deadass tracked Mob’s location bc he didn’t show up for work ONE time. Not very chill lmao!!

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reigen arataka, the man that you are

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Most would claim that surviving the bombing on the bridge had been a blessing, but Marcus wasn’t sure he’d agree. That was to say, perhaps he would have been better off dead.

Miracle or otherwise, he had survived. Ending up well enough to stand trial for his crimes in corruption and conspiracy against the government. To say Marcus had faced a demotion was an understatement. From the sheriff of Piltover to locked behind bars in Stillwater, stripped of any titles and honor and much worse, custody of his daughter who was sent away to live with her grandparents (maternal).

Eventually, he was released for parole due to upstanding behavior and an oath to spend the rest of his life giving back what he’d taken from the community in service to the enforcers. At this point Marcus had convinced himself he’d liberated himself of any illusions of grandeur he’d once harbored. It wasn’t easy to feel good about himself when he was stuck policing the parts of the Under City (or Zaun) even the street beat enforcers found themselves too good for. A corrective anklet was strapped to his left leg between his boot and pants, tracking his location and set to send corrective shocks through his body should he violate any restrictions applied to regulate his activity.

And yet.

It was the sight of that blue haired pest that brought back old flare ups of righteous indignation. Jinx. An accurate name.

Her wanted posters were everywhere, no matter where he turned. He’d had half a mind to tear them down himself on more than one occasion if only to free himself from that manic glare. (In fact, he’d tried once. In a rage, ripping a sheet from a post only to immediately collapse in the street grime. It had earned him a sharp electric bolt to the calf).

So much of his suffering now was a direct consequence of Jinx’s insanity. Silco had paid the price for it too, as Marcus had once insisted, putting her behind bars would be doing them all a favor. But now Silco was dead, and Marcus was here.

A single fixation from his old life remained rampant in his mind as he loomed over the child who’d been ripping down wanted posters on the alley. He kneeled in front of her with narrowed eyes. The large glowing innocence reminded him of the daughter he hadn’t seen in over a year now.

“Another one of her worshippers I presume. But do you know where glorifying violence and chaos lands you? She’s not the kind of hero you should be looking up to. Hell that’s no hero at all.”

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She'd had about enough of the wanted signs trying to get Jinx in trouble. Sure, it made her look cool to be on a wanted poster, but that didn't matter in that moment. She only cared about getting as many of the posters down as she could.

One, however, had been put up higher than the ones she'd gotten before it, having to push up on to her tippy toes to be able to grab hold of the bottom and pull. She hadn't expected to fall back on to the ground (even less so at the feet of an enforcer.)

She stared up from under her hat, clutching the last of the posters in her immediate field of vision. Isha ripped it in half quickly, balling up one half while biting on the other. She would eat it if she had to.

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Wish you were here , in honor of season 2

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The air between shifts always struck Silco’s body with a harshness. He could only imagine it was the abrupt change from the suffocating swell of fumes underneath, to the significantly thinner air outside as the seasons shifted towards cold, chilling the sweat which had formed on his body during work. It was his body’s natural effort to stay cool, which caused his narrow body to shiver now, and a lack of proper insulation happened to be a problem that extended beyond just the buildings of the Under City.

The primary reason Silco hadn’t pulled out a cigarette to smoke along side his friend was to conceal that subtle quake that traveled all the way down to his fingers. Admittedly, he’d been shifting closer and closer to Vander for a while now, as the big oaf always seemed to radiate warmth regardless of the weather outside.

Feeling the weight draped on his body Silco stilled momentarily, caught in his ploy. However, the soothing effect of Vander’s residual warmth seeping into his narrow bones was immediate. The work jacket carried with it more than simple warmth, as it also had accepted Vander’s distinct scent between its threads which were now invited into Silco’s nose where the collar poked out higher on his slighter frame.

“Suit yourself,” a small smile had twitched the corners of Silco’s lips. “Don’t blame me if you freeze to death.”

affectionate action prompts | Accepting @muddsludge asked: (Warm) young silco and young vander pre relationship oblivious idiots w/ a dash of mutual pining 😏

He glanced down at Silco when he noticed the other man move closer to him. For a second, he did wonder why Silco had done that. But then, watching the other out of the corner of his eye as he continued to smoke his pipe, he was pretty sure he saw the other shivering a little. Vander hadn't even noticed the cold, but then he did have a bit more body mass on him than his friend.

Adjusting his pipe in his mouth, he shrugged out of his jacket before draping it over Silco's shoulders. "Here," Vander said as he resumed smoking his pipe, "you need this more than I." Even if Silco had his own jacket, it didn't seem to be doing him much good as they waited to be told they could wrap up work for the day.

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my favourite dysfunctional sisters

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Indie RP blog with muses from Arcane, GK, HxH MHA, and more!

AU heavy and crossover friendly

18+ only - mature themes present

Occasionally dead dove

Enter if you dare 💀✨💀✨

Canons OCs Rules

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It’s my last night in NYC and my bro and I probably gonna booze so apologies in advance ti anything you see or here from me this evening

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I only wanted to help…

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THERE'S PEACE IN WATER. indie arcane multimuse with focus on silco. currently featuring muses such as madam margot and claggor, among other canons and originals. carrd link. 21+ only. minors and personals dni. blog is nsfw. written by x (he/him). 30+. affiliated heavily with nogoodsiide. HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH?

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rebirth

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Silvik Week Day 1: Loyalty/BDSM

Something about surrender.

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Little viktor by @rauchendesgnu

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Just thinking about how Jinx never told Isha to stay back and always let her tag along despite the danger because she never wanted to do the same thing Vi did to her and make Isha feel left out/useless. But now she probably understands in the worst way why Vi did what she did.

I’m totally fine.

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Jinx would eat DnD dice.

Every time she's holding the hex gems I'm expecting her to pop it in her mouth.

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on everyone's soul this is what happened