#arcane open questions

[rosesareredandtheskyisthelimit]

schroedinger's jinx part 2

beware; arcane spoilers and lots of speculation. again.

in a previous post, i dissected the three most common clues that jinx might still be alive at the end of arcane s02.

today i would like to add three more aspects that intertwine.

first. in the opening scene of the memorial service - the mourners write names on papers, burn them and let them fly - we see for a brief moment from behind a blue-haired girl who looks somewhat similar to powder from ep. 7. but … it's not powder. the ribbons in the hair are different. and arcane fooled us once before when jinx mistook the pink-haired girl for vi during her fight with the firelights and then killed her. a blue-haired girl at the memorial: that‘s a simple distraction.

second. jinx has changed. she has become caring: for isha, for the jinxers, for vi, for vander in warwick-form and - for ekko. if she’s alive, she leaves piltover on her terms. this changed jinx would leave without telling vi she was alive - because vi would never let go of her. but she wouldn't let ekko grieve for no reason. an ekko who knows she's alive but chooses to stay in zaun for zaun's sake wouldn't need to burn this paper because there would be no one to grieve for (and it's not just for appearances, because no one in zaun can see him, he's alone in that moment which means: he’s really grieving a death).

third. jinx embraces warwick. during the fall, she actively turns towards him. she hugs him. this is not the gesture of someone who then detonates a monkey bomb and runs away. this jinx doesn't want vander/ warwick to die alone. this jinx would stay. her own life is not so important to her that she would want to escape by any means necessary. wait, there's a big “but” in this case: i really don't think that explosion would have killed the enhanced warwick beast. if jinx had known he could survive the explosion, she might have left. or she might have stayed around to make sure the explosion actually killed them both.

in summary, i have to say: i hate these open-ended questions because i think “who is dead and whose death is faked?” is not a story-driven decision, it's just studio-interest-driven. this decision leaves all options on the table in case the studio needs some familiar characters to support another series with cameos.

it's an unsatisfying non-conclusion to jinx's indeep psychological journey.

[talisthighs]

I’m crying at the idea of Viktor just storming up to Jayce with his “visions.” Girl You Need Help. You Require Medical Attention

This is literally how Jayvik is talking to each other in the lab

[teddyonaboat]

"felicia's kids look like vander/silco" "felicia cheated with vander" "-no, felica cheated with silco"

WRONG

vander and silco are a couple and had threesomes with felicia

[fruity-m0nster]

some Gale angst

[nihaalart]

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[goddessofroyalty]

Ohhhhh

I love that post about Claggor being 3 weeks late. My roommates adopted a pregnant cat a few weeks back and took her to the vet after she was in labour for almost half the day.

Basically the vet told them that there's a much smaller runt in the litter (possibly from another Tom) that was actually premature. So all the kittens were "waiting" for the runt to "be ready".

(Don't worry, the momma got a c-section, and the whole litter survived)

I think this ties in so good with the one fic where Claggor and Milo were twins.

Claggor is 3 weeks late and a labor that goes for a couple of days (part of the reason I say his was the worst - sure Mylo nearly killed Silco and Viktor came out feet first but Claggor's was the most prolonged in its difficulty). So funnily enough even more like your roommates cat!

In the one where they're twins I don't have Mylo nearly kill him and the 'complication' is more, you know, a surprise extra baby after an already very long labor and delivery. He is normal baby size (not seemingly premie) but I still think people joke that the reason it was so long was because he had to finish cooking despite Claggor already being done on the actual due-date.

[nihtscada]

11, 8

8. Do you have any piercings or tatoos?

Yes, actually! A TON of piercings, but never got a tatoo, oddly enough. As cliche as it might be I'm thinking of the anti-possession tatoo from Supernatural and again this is a theme I swear- Johnny's (DC) anti-possession tatoo but specifically the huge pretty one on his back🤔

11. When's the last time you cried?

Uh I think that was when I had a rock lodged into my leg and had to be removed by a doctor? Ouch

[kairi-fruit]

Send me some requests guys. Fanart or OCs.

And weirdly enough, preferably not Chlodine cause I have a LOT of Chlodine WIPs rn. (Seriously I am sitting on so much Chlodine art you guys would be sick of me if I posted it all) I'm realising my other non-Chlodine stuff is lacking so help me out.

You can respond here directly or in my ask box, whichever you prefer.

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

i am. OBSESSED. with ur jonathan harker. particularly his hair. it's so lovely. also i binged the league of extraordinary gentlefolk yesterday and the scene with the knife!!!! with dr. kemp! lives rent-free in my head.

anyway. do u have a favorite jonathan moment? from dracula or lxgf, either one

aw thank you! jonathan's hair has undergone extensive evolution over the time i've been drawing him but i've always enjoyed drawing the curly bang

my favorite jonathan moment in lxgf is probably [redacted] in episode 2 or maybe [redacted] in episode 8

[inpacho]

Can you give us some spoilers for your Arcane x LMK Au :) ? Maybe about Macaque or MK or something :) ?

Pretty please 🥺💗

I would love to but I don't have any yet lol, I'm doing a LMK rewatch rn and after that I'm planning to rewatch arcane, I still have my general ideas for the plot, I need to organize them better, but I definitely plan to continue the AU eventually heheh

And thank you for asking!! It's super cool to see people are interested in it, here are some small drawings for fun :3

[crankinit]

Def interesting. I think when Jayce tells Mel “I couldn’t have done it without you,” is especially relevant because this moment has those famous Viktor and Mel parallels AND it’s right before Jayce and Mel have sex and their relationship transforms from friends to something more.

While what Jayce says does ring true for Mel, I’ve always felt like it would’ve better have applied for Viktor because he literally wouldn’t have been able to accomplish all that he has without him. On top of that, Mel and Jayce’s scene goes crazy with parallels because:

- it takes place at night (like Viktor and Jayce’s scene when Viktor talks him off the ledge)

-Mel and Jayce are on a balcony overlooking the city; similarly, Jayce and Viktor have a view of the city through the blasted wall that served as an open air window

-Jayce and Mel share something really personal about themselves i.e. Jayce and his family history + his dream and Mel about how her family only ever destroys. Again, a lot like how Jayce shared his personal experience about magic being beautiful with Viktor and Viktor sharing a bit about his own personal history

-Mel clues Jayce about where she’d like all this to go by brushing his hand. Similarly, but not exactly, Viktor invites Jayce to take his hexstone bracelet back and Jayce accepts

-One smaller detail: Jayce was wearing the bracelet while he had sex with Mel

So I’m not saying that Jayce was thinking about Viktor the entire time he was with Mel, but I’m also not saying he wasn’t lol So, given our new context, it’s VERY interesting how these scenes mirror each other.

Update/edit: just want to add that I don’t rly like where this interpretation leaves Mel because it leaves her as a device to advance the romantic angle of Jayvik’s relationship. However, I do think this is due, in part, to just how muddled Jayce’s sexuality is presented in the show because it seems like the writers had their own intentions and the artists had their own objectives.

I hate whoever said "since Mel's theoretically and literally a mirror then it was about Viktor all along" because now gay Jayce won't leave my mind

[theskyexists]

I hate being so critical of narrative nobody else seems to mind when the story doesn't hit its potential. I guess because it does other things that are more important to them

My problem is that im so theme focused, so high level focused, what are you trying to say and does it tie up all the threads.

And mostly, writers don't. They just write a story and it's a story and things happen in it and characters have interactions but in the end what it's trying to say is bits and pieces and they don't make much sense on the whole

[knoepfl]

Okay guys very important question. Which character should I write for? I'll take anyone. Please just spam me with characters and/or even ideas! I am motivated to write for them! No mattter how small the character or unknown the fandom!

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[mollysunder]

I ran into this post again after watching s2 and I'm kind of impressed how s2 sidestepped any meaningful exploration in the implications of Heimerdinger and Viktor's relationship. Instead the show applies this larger pattern where they have characters sort of address any conflict they may have had through a proxy. With Heimerdinger, his failures with Zaun and Viktor are sort of handwaved through his relationship with Ekko and the Firelights. Once Heimerdinger begins to aid Ekko and the Firelights that's essentially the end of his character arc, thus is his change and nothing else needs to be addressed.

In fact, outside of Heimerdinger's ignorance the show vindicated him about pretty much everything else. He was right about the hexcore. He was right that inherent corruptive nature of magic. And I'm not even trying to uncharitable, but the show said he was right to let Viktor die. There's no way around it. Viktor shouldn't have tried to "fix" himself, he should have just died and saved everyone a lot of trouble.

I don't think we've ever thoroughly unpacked how messed up the way Heimerdinger "comforted" Viktor. The only thing that Heimerdinger could really say is that the "brightest stars burn the fastest", but that's not what's going on here.

Viktor's dying from an unnatural cause!!! He's been poisoned by gas from the mines Piltover excavated in Zaun. This isn't a tragedy caused by random chance, Viktor's condition was done to him by Piltover, by Heimerdinger!

Heimerdinger is essentially comforting his own victim, and he tells Viktor that his death is just the way things are, as if there's no responsible parties involved except fate itself. I wonder if Viktor thought about this himself while Heimerdinger was talking to him. What a truly genuinely awful moment for him to sit through.

[noredemptionhere]

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴!𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙺𝙰 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼!𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

warnings: some of these are a bit unsettling and darker than arcane’s usual tone. do not interact with this post if you aren’t interested in dark themes.

⚝| you don’t know when she started touching your throat so much. not in a threatening way—never tight, never rough. just… there. fingers brushing over your pulse absentmindedly. resting at the base of your throat when you’re close. once, in the middle of a conversation, she did it without thinking, and you were the one who faltered. you felt her smile against your skin before she pulled away. “don’t get all shy on me now.”

⚝| sevika never looks at your reflection. when she stands behind you at the mirror, she watches you, not the glass. like the thing in the reflection isn’t her. like it isn’t you.

⚝| she likes to feel you talk. not just hear you—feel you. her hand on your ribs when you speak, palm against your back when you sigh, lips ghosting over your throat as you murmur something she wasn’t even listening to. sometimes she just hums against your skin, low and indulgent, like she’s tasting the vibrations.

⚝| she lets you talk. lets you ramble, lets you tell her things she doesn’t care about. but later, when you’re lying in bed, half-asleep, she repeats your own words back to you, perfectly. word for word. tone for tone. you don’t know if she’s reminding you. or warning you.

⚝| sevika never interrupts you. not when you ramble, not when you stutter, not when you say something you immediately regret. she just listens. and later—hours, days, weeks later—she brings it back up. not to mock, not to correct. just to prove that she heard you.

⚝| she licks the inside of your wrist. slow. thoughtful. not teasing, not playful. just… testing.

⚝| she talks you through everything. tells you what she’s going to do before she does it. not to ask permission—never that. just to hear you react, to watch the way your expression shifts before she even lays a hand on you. her voice stays low, steady, almost casual. but the way she speaks—measured, assured, leaving no room for uncertainty—it makes you shiver more than anything else.

⚝| sevika loves when you go quiet. not just silent—quiet. the kind of quiet where you can’t focus, where your thoughts blur, where you just breathe and feel. she watches for it, waits for it. and when it happens, she murmurs, soft and indulgent, “there you are.” like she’s been waiting for you to fall into her hands all along.

⚝| sevika kisses your eyelids. not sweetly. not gently. she presses her lips there, firm, like she’s sealing something inside. like if she lets go too soon, you might see something you shouldn’t.

⚝| she hums against your skin, but it’s not a song. not a tune. just a sound, deep in her chest, a vibration that sinks into your bones. sometimes, hours later, you swear you still feel it.

⚝| sevika tastes your fingertips. absently. idly. her lips brush over them, tongue flicking out just enough to catch the whorls of your fingerprints. she never explains it. you never ask. but some part of you knows—she’s memorizing you.

⚝| she knows when you wake up. before you move, before you make a sound. her breath shifts, her grip changes. sometimes, before you even open your eyes, she whispers, “good morning.” but her voice is different—like she’s been awake for hours. like she never really slept.

⚝| sevika tells you things you don’t remember. “you told me this already,” she says, when you try to explain something. “you asked me that before,” she murmurs, when you bring up a question. you don’t remember saying these things. but she does. she always does.

⚝| she never asks you to stay. but every time you leave, something of yours is missing. something small. a hair tie. a ring. the book you were halfway through. you don’t think much of it—until you find them later, tucked away in her drawers, untouched. waiting.

⚝| sevika never loses track of you. even in a crowd, even when you’re apart. when you finally look for her, her eyes are already on you. always.

⚝| she tucks your hair behind your ear, but only on one side. never both. never symmetrical. you don’t know why, and she never explains.

⚝| she tastes your tears when you cry. just once, just lightly, like she’s testing their weight. like she’s committing them to memory.

⚝| she wakes up the moment you leave the bed. even if you’re careful. even if you’re quiet. she doesn’t stop you—just watches, unreadable, like she’s waiting to see if you’ll come back.

⚝| sevika whispers things against your throat. not sweet nothings. not praises. just… words. your words. things you’ve said before. things you don’t remember saying.

⚝| sometimes, she just stands behind you. doesn’t touch. doesn’t speak. just stands there. close enough to feel. close enough that your body knows she’s there before your mind does.

⚝| sevika kisses the top of your spine like she’s sealing something shut. not a habit, not a ritual. just an instinct.

⚝| she doesn’t argue. not with you. not because she agrees, but because she doesn’t need to be right. she just waits. because she knows, eventually, you’ll see it her way.

⚝| she never rushes you—but you always move faster around her somehow. you eat quicker, speak quicker, undress quicker. not because she demands it, not because she asks. but because she watches, measures, and something about the weight of her attention makes you want to be quicker, better, more.

⚝| she watches your mouth move when you speak. not your lips—your tongue, your teeth. like she’s studying the mechanics of your voice. like she’s wondering what it would sound like if she closed her hand over your throat.

⚝| sometimes.. sevika lingers at your back when you stand near mirrors. not looking at herself. not looking at you. looking at the space between you both. like she’s seeing something there you can’t.

⚝| sometimes, she doesn’t let you speak. not by force, not by silence. just a finger tapping against your lips, light but final.

⚝| she’s not cruel. cruelty is wasteful, indulgent. she prefers efficiency. if she hurts, if she destroys, it’s because it’s necessary. because something needed to be removed.

⚝| sevika doesn’t make threats. she makes promises. and she always keeps them.

⚝| she’s never truly surprised by you. you could tell her anything.. your worst thoughts, your strangest dreams, the things that keep you up at night. and she’d only tip her head, like she’s been expecting it.