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[honey-tongued-devil]

[Arcane Preference] And Their Favorite Hot Drink

Every time I say I want to make at least three, and every time it takes me a month to make three. But between today and tomorrow, I want to post something else with a cozy/winter theme, so stay tuned. Meanwhile, in my little self-promotion corner, I'll let you know that you can find my fanart here, and here you can find a fanfiction I'm working on, if you want to check out my other projects!

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Jayce:

Hot tea.

With lots of cookies, not just one or two like nobles who drink tea to be chic.

He drinks tea because it makes the cookies taste better and softer.

And if I told you he prefers fruity tea?

Basically, he likes a strong flavor, and fruity teas have the most aroma, although having grown up as the Kirammans’ ward, he’s learned to drink it in any form.

Viktor:

Sweet milk.

Or milk and honey.

Occasionally, milk, coffee, caramel, and whipped cream if he wants to be fancy, but he never has the time, so it’s usually just sweet milk.

He has such a stockpile that statistically, at least one bottle is expired, but it doesn’t matter; he doesn’t pay attention to those things.

Ekko:

Cappuccino. It’s quick, it’s hot, it gives energy, and the milk makes it sweet enough without adding sugar.

Easy to find and great for the group because it’s not expensive—just steal an industrial-sized can of milk and some instant coffee, and he can make it for more than 20 people.

Tea is problematic because there are no plants in Zaun, and in Piltover, they either sell it in small doses or loose.

Vander:

Hot chocolate, because I say so.

This man was born to be a father, and what do kids love? Hot chocolate.

Hard to come by in Zaun, which is why he always adds chocolate bars or cocoa powder as an extra price in his smuggling deals.

It became his favorite because of the connection it has with his kids and his happy place.

Silco:

Whiskey doesn’t count as a hot drink, and that’s a bit of a problem.

But luckily, coffee exists.

Not American coffee, long and watered down, but espresso.

He holds the small cup in his hands to warm himself, but subtly enough that no one notices.

Jinx:

Sugar.

Not a hot drink, sure, but any drink works for her if it has enough sugar.

Milk and honey remind her of when she was little, tied to special occasions when her parents actually managed to get honey.

But pretty much anything works for her: fruity teas with three tablespoons of sugar, hot chocolate with one spoonful, cappuccino with two…

Vi:

Anything works for her as long as the cup is big enough to warm her hands.

Simple and easy-to-find drinks are great, sure, but no one can convince me her favorite drink isn’t either hot chocolate with rum or a complex, spiced Piltover-style beverage.

She doesn’t mind sweetness but never adds sugar to her drinks—she’d rather choose something with natural sweet notes.

Caitlyn:

Tea.

English breakfast tea with sugar and milk is something her parents made her during festive mornings, so it holds sentimental value.

But the tea she’s used to drinking is Oolong or Yorkshire, typical of the five o’clock tea tradition with her mother and occasionally their guests.

Mel:

Coffee and variations.

In my little artist brain, Piltover has an ethical equivalent of Starbucks, and that café is Mel’s happy place.

Coffee is easier to find for sure, but coffee-based drinks with caramel, ginger, and plant-based milk are absolutely her favorite.

She loves sipping them slowly, savoring the flavors, taking half an hour or more to finish her cup.

Sevika:

Whiskey.

No, she won’t accept that it doesn’t count as a hot drink.

She doesn’t like milk, but if she’s forced to have it, she spikes it with whiskey or gin.

The same goes for hot chocolate.

She’s not a coffee person either; she doesn’t see the point of drinking something so bitter without a real purpose.

[bulkhummus]

I have somewhat always held the belief that Night Vale only exists because Cecil is there to tell its story, and time only started moving again because Cecil developed a true personal life. What I'm thinking about now, in relation to these two things, is what was the cause for Leonard Burton's death / retirement?

Night Vale always plays around with story verses perspective/context. One version of a story is not more true than the other because we are all individuals experiencing different things. We have seen different universes, different timelines and ages, and townspeople telling the same story differently. The way Cecil interprets things is going to be different than the way Leonard Burton interprets things.

The news is effected by whoever tells it, and that quite literally can change the course and outcome of things in Night Vale, therefore the town is effected by its voice. In return, the town does things that affects its voice, and keep's their job relevant.

Throughout the show, there have been instances of the town beckoning outsiders to its borders, inviting them in. A radio channel that used to just be static. A pamphlet that appears one day with the mail. A pinpoint on a map that hadn't been there when you got out of the car at a rest stop. A door that appears. In some way or another, Night Vale selects people to show itself to. I even hold the belief that one of those outsiders was Carlos himself.

The town is a place that inevitably draws people in like a starving predator, only to trap them in its inescapable grasp. It needs stories. It needs people. A place that never existed and always exists, with people who have always been there in some way or another, removed from time itself, is starved for change.

Not to mention, that the only way someone can leave at all is if they die, and that has only been a recent development due to time starting up again. It makes one wonder if Cecil, who has been alone for so very long, abandoned by his father, his mother, distant from his only sibling and left behind for a year by the love of his life, has some kind of pull in the towns ability to keep people there.

In the very first episode of Welcome to Night Vale, a new man comes to town and fundamentally changes Cecil and the way the town operates. Things change. Right off the bat. As his personal life developed with a relationship, a son, with his sister and Steve, Cecil clumsily, and with a lack of privacy, inserted his own life into the narrative of the town right around the time that time itself started to move forward.

It makes one wonder if Cecil, who has been alone for so very long, has some kind of pull in the towns ability to keep people there and with him. If Cecil sees that someone is headed for the edge of town, all he has to do is report that the roads are closed. He can escape the Whispering Forest because he has to pick his son up from the babysitter. He can make sure Carlos survives in the Bowling Alley. If Carlos wanted to stay to work in a Desert Otherworld for a whole year, out of reach and out of sight, then he would not be allowed back until he truly made up his mind to be a part of Night Vale.

In fact one of the few people who leave town, is a young intern named Viktor, who does end up returning, way older than Cecil himself before he passes. This is notable, because the episode is titled "To the Friends and Family Of" which is in reference to each time an intern dies. Odd that leaving and death are equated to the same thing in Cecil's mind. Odd that the one intern Cecil felt could take on the position of the voice of Night Vale is capable of leaving. I think somebody that has no control of people moving and an out of his life would want to remain the narrator of the story for as long as possible.

So, if all narration can of course be connected to Cecil, as Cecil is inherently part of the narrative and the way it's told, literally and figuratively, what does that mean for Leonard?

Leonard, who we meet for the first time, as the original voice of Night Vale who is filling in for Cecil. He's playing selected tapes of his choosing, two of which detail him as having gone into retirement, and him as having been hit and killed by a cargo truck.

The embodiment of his character is a strong and profound connection to the past and nostalgia for what was. Of time remaining still. Of things always shifting but remaining the same in their little town on the edge of nothing. Of the present and future being too uncertain (world wards, death, etc) to ponder and think about.

Fast forward to now, episode 264, the company with a labyrinth logo and the cargo trucks and the crates. Leonard says-

Whatever it is these people, this "They", whom I bet are the people that killed Leonard, are having him say things that they do not trust Cecil to, especially after his mistrust in the previous episode when talking about and expressing worry for Steve.

The story is told from Cecil's pov, sure, but the town, the 'they', never accounted for this predetermined voice post Leonard Burton, to develop a life outside of his radio station booth. They picked a voice who, in Leonard's words, would crave more of the same. They picked the saddest loneliest person in Night Vale that was capable of shutting out the things that hurt and seemed strange. Cecil's job was his life before he had one, and he longed to keep things how they were like a preserved sandbox.

Cecil was never meant to be more than the voice of Night Vale. He wasn't supposed to be a part of it. The town saw (and sees) Carlos as a threat, because of what he was doing to an otherwise perfect narrator. The town showed Carlos the literal door and it wasn't until Cecil was seriously ready to leave did the town back track and allow Carlos to come back. They knew allowing Carlos back would keep Cecil in town.

So this begs the question. What was it that determined Leonard would be removed from his post? Was it just an accident? What is because he suddenly had a family of his own (in reference to him saying he retired to be understand what it means to be a family)? Did he stop pushing an agenda just as he have seen Cecil begin to do less and less of himself?

Anyways those are my thoughts and theories for funsies!

[ilaneya]

JayVik X Silmarillion au

Okay, so i have no idea how many people will follow my train of thought on this one but here we go!!

(it’s silmarillion canon-compliant if you squint really hard, also, Viktor said in all timelines, in all possibilities, so this one is on him too ig)

- Jayce was born in F.A. 438 in Hithlum

- His mother came from the Haladin, while his father followed the descendants of Marach and lived in Dor-lómin under the House of Hador

- Jayce’s father was a skilled craftsman, this granted him respect and favour from both the Noldor who lived in Hithlum and the Men of the House of Hador alike

- Like his father, Jayce excelled in various crafts, the most prominent one being blacksmithing

- Although Viktor’s parents were Nandor from Ossiriand, at some point they wandered and settled in Nan-tathren

- Growing up in the desolate meadows of Nan-tathren led to Viktor developing a strong connection with and great knowledge of living things, herbs and trees, and animals, even enchantments. While living near the waters of Sirion, he sometimes heard the voice of Ulmo, which often helped and guided him

- Viktor is a talented healer who uses both his knowledge of nature and Songs of power

- Through one of his dreams, Ulmo told Viktor to head north, as his aid as a healer would be needed to save the new hope that shall come from the House of Hador

- Jayce and Viktor first met in F.A. 458, ans despite the odds, immediately took a liking to each other

- Jayce was the craftsman who created Viktor’s brace, which he had to wear after a severe leg injury, that couldn’t be fully healed, even with Viktor’s and other physician’s skills and knowledge

- Sorry to tell you that, but Nirnaeth Arnoediad still takes place in this au, so Jayce is wounded in the battle and takes his final breath in Viktor’s arms while the latter tries his best to keep him alive but fails

- The new hope, the person Viktor’s supposed to save, is still Tuor. Viktor is the one elves who help Rían after the battle, but when the child is born, Viktor decides to follow Jayce

[visualcve]

　　　　　　　　　　𝓐RCANE DR 𝓘NTRO.

　　　　　　　　 𝓐NGELIA STACIE 𝓛A`FLEUR ꪆৎ

　 angelia was born on october 9th◞ in the underground city of zaun. the place known for it’s harsh environment compared to piltover’s shining buildings and lovely environment. her father, viktor, a successful inventor from zaun who creates hextech, and her mother, caramia, an enforcer from the topside itself. oh, let’s not forget her sister, alvida la`fleur. the girl who took care of angelia ever since viktor had moved to the topside. as they refused to be part of a society that has always brutally shown its hatred and disdain for people like them. though they weren’t technically alone, vander, had taken them in along as a few other kids. where both angelia and alvida met people that shortly became their friends. the moment angelia and powder met, they became inseparable. glued to eachothers hip everywhere they went. until that one day, everything went wrong. powder was gone. vi was gone. everyone she knew, were gone. the only person she had left was her sister, alvida.

　 shortly after, angelia’s powers became evident—unnatural powers linked to the very forces of the arcane. the connection of the magic she felt was truly a blessing she thought. until the moment it came clear of the prejudice against mages, they viewed them as dangerous and threatening. alvida’s clear unknowable knowledge about mages comforted angelia. the two, bound by love and loyalty; promised to always protect and be there for eachother no matter the pains it caused. after they both became older, they seeked out their father, viktor. who created them both gifts to help them succeed in life, like alvida’s satchel and angelia’s spear.

　 the only reason they both came to piltover was to number one; break vi out of stillwater. then two; get her to help them find powder. which was, half as hard as they least expected. the guard kept going on and on about how we shouldn’t see vi, which led angelia to grow frustrated. after halfly convincing and a little to no subtle threat thrown in there, they were on their way down to get vi.

　 angelia was never the one for violence, none to less, zaun was full of it. she was always the sweetheart others had seen. she has the smarts and is quick to get a situation over with. she believes that zaun should get the same treatment as piltover does but, that never occurs. zaun was seen that people from there were dangerous, cruel. but in reality, they were the dangerous and cruel ones. her mother, caramia, wanted angelia to become an enforcer with her. saying ‘you’re like me, my dear, you’d be an excellent enforcer.’ but in reality, she wanted nothing to do with them. enforcers are people who hurt others, not saving others from danger, they cause it.

　 　　　“every bond you break, every step you take, i’ll be watching you.”

　 　　　powder or, jinx was always fond of angelia. how the two were quite compatible. it has always been known since they were kids jinx had a thing for her. always clinging onto her, randomly biting onto her shoulder, and so much more. it was a mix of affection and crave of attention. while jinx was more on the chaotic and wild side, angelia was more reserved and cautious. jinx’s attachment never faded for angelia, it always remained. their relationship was, well, lets say chaotic! the two are so similar, they never get tired of eachother. jinx is the type of partner to make everything about angelia, while angelia is the same but with more restraint. jinx depends on angelia’s feedback mostly all the time, if she doesn’t like it, it’s going bye bye!!

overview ! i took a nap when i was first getting this started sooo. um here it is! yippe! i love my arcane dr sm i hope you guys enjoy this plz.... i mainly wanted an arcane dr because of jinx and only for jinx yes yes!! im her wife of 3 years dont play :/ anyways stan starbomb ♡

note 1 ! this is for aeri so sdt to my pookie!!! she’s the one that wanted me to make an intro because this is our groupshift >_< i also dont like the way i did this layout but its 2am so its gonna have to do sigh.

note 2 ! yellow swirl divider ; hexcore divder ୭

[faiszt]

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𝅭⠀pathetic 'n baby-girling⠀.⠀viktor⠀૮⠀lab partners? sure, he was sure he trusted you completely? not really, but nothing stopped him from sleeping with his head on your shoulder—getting irritated every time he heard you say he was "baby-girling", pathetic.⠀♡ gender neutral!

▸⠀CHALLENGERS⠀*⠀˖⠀🎾

𝅭⠀mom and dad⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀since retiring, art hasn't made it clear that being in the whole "father package" could be as complicated as it was—not that his sweet daughter was the problem, no, the problem was the annoying parent-teacher meetings every month, but there was some fun in it, seeing you.⠀♡ female user!

𝅭⠀volleyball obsession⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀he hated volleyball, not exactly, he hated what he wasn't good at—meaning: volleyball and some other stupid sports. but, now, here he was, obsessed with a college volleyball player and with a nice bloody nose.⠀♡ gender neutral!

▸⠀GEN V⠀*⠀˖⠀🩸

𝅭⠀sire’s lover⠀.⠀cate dunlap⠀૮⠀what were vows of eternal love if not something that humans failed to keep? cate never needed that, her vow of eternal love was to transform you into the little monster she wanted. hers and hers alone, she's your sire, connected by blood and you'll never escape from her again.⠀♡ female user!

𝅭⠀bloodfool⠀.⠀marie moreau⠀૮⠀shadowhunters and vampires didn't go together, the list of reasons was huge and yet, there you were, in marie's apartment again, wanting more than she offered you last time, vampire saliva, she thought you were smarter.⠀♡ gender neutral!

PS.⠀inspired by vampires from the "shadowhunters" saga, read this article if you want to know more about it.⠀𖹭

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𝅭⠀dad’s gonna catch u⠀.⠀jj maybank⠀૮⠀your boyfriend? a brainless idiot, your dad? an ex-army soldier ready to run over any boy who gets too close to you. keeping the secret was the only option, even when you had to hide him behind your door while trying to convince your dad that nothing was happening, good luck.⠀♡ female user!

𝅭⠀old days, same love⠀.⠀rafe cameron⠀૮⠀he couldn't escape his own mind, but for a long time you were the only relief he had, ironic that you were wheezie's babysitter—but, you left in the end, like everyone else. maybe, if he wasn't such an idiot you'd come back and he could tell you everything he wanted.⠀♡ female user!

[aspenmissing]

hellohello!! i hope your doing well, and i just wanna say im a HUGE fan of your work, especially your arcane oneshots!!

I was wondering if you could write oneshots for arcane characters dating a socialite!reader? for most of my life, my dad has been a popular businessman and entrepreneur with a lot of influence in my area, and I often attend social gatherings and parties with him to build connections with well-known people, which has led me to have a reputation of being my fathers daughter at every event.

i love to see all the different characters you write for, but i especially love the way you write jayce and viktor!! i can imagine a scenario where jayce asks the reader for help and tips for talking to investors once hextech is about to be/was released to the public and wnjsbjdbbfk

if you do choose to write this, thank you so much!! make sure your taking breaks and getting plenty of rest ❤️

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ

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JAYCE

It was a bright morning in Piltover, the kind where the sun's rays pierced through the towering spires of the city and reflected off the newly polished streets. The air was filled with anticipation, not just for the day ahead but for what was about to unfold—the public release of Hextech, a revolution Jayce had dreamed of for years. But as much as he had poured his heart and soul into the creation of this groundbreaking technology, there was something weighing heavily on him.

As the inventor leaned over his desk, carefully inspecting the designs for the Hextech prototype, he sighed. It wasn’t the invention that bothered him, nor the mechanics behind it. It was the next step—the investors. Hextech would change everything, and the financial support needed to make it a reality on a global scale was crucial.

That’s when he heard the soft click of heels on the stone floor of his workshop.

“Still lost in thought, Jayce?” a teasing voice echoed, warm and confident. Y/N, his beloved, strode in with the poise of someone born into the highest circles of society. As a socialite, she had mastered the art of public relations, charming everyone from the wealthy elite to the diplomats with a mere smile. And though her upbringing might have seemed like a world away from Jayce's scientific endeavors, their bond was undeniable.

Jayce glanced up, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re a sight for sore eyes. I think I’m going to need your help more than I thought.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, setting her delicate gloves aside and walking closer to his workstation. “Help? With what? You’re the genius here.”

He sighed again, rubbing his temple. “Well, that’s the thing. I’ve created Hextech, but now it’s time to present it to the investors. It’s not just about the technology. It’s about selling them on the vision, making them believe in it—making them believe in me. I know the science, but... I’m not exactly a charmer when it comes to high society. I need tips, advice, someone who knows how to get their attention.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “So, you want the socialite’s guide to winning over Piltover’s elite?”

Jayce hesitated, but then nodded. “Exactly. I’ve read the books, but I’m not sure I can pull it off without you.”

Y/N’s confidence was a calm anchor in the midst of Jayce’s whirlwind of nerves. She walked around to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder, offering a comforting touch. “Don’t worry. You’ve got this. But let’s break it down.”

She paused, making sure she had his full attention before continuing. “The first thing is to walk in there with confidence. You’ve built something monumental, and they need to know that. Don’t just show them the device—show them your passion for it. The moment you stop believing in it, they’ll stop believing in it.”

Jayce straightened up, nodding. “I can do that.”

“Good,” she said with a playful glint in her eye. “Now, remember, they’re not just buying a product. They’re buying into you as the inventor. The way you present yourself, the way you speak, it all matters. So, get rid of the technical jargon. They’re not looking for someone to speak in equations. You need to be persuasive, not confusing.”

Jayce chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s definitely something I’ll need to work on.”

Y/N smiled knowingly. “I’ll help with that, too. Focus on the future. Talk about how Hextech will change the world—their world. How it will open new avenues of profit, how it will secure Piltover’s place in history. But never forget to make them feel like they’re part of it. Everyone loves to feel included.”

Jayce felt a sense of reassurance wash over him as she spoke. She had an uncanny way of making the seemingly insurmountable seem achievable.

“And one last thing,” Y/N added with a wink. “Dress the part. When you walk into that room, make them see you not just as a scientist, but as someone with vision, someone who belongs in their world. You can’t just be a man of inventions—you have to be a man of influence, too.”

Jayce’s eyes softened with appreciation as he looked at her. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N tilted her head, giving him a playful smirk. “You’d probably fumble through it and still somehow manage to charm them. But lucky for you, I’m here to help.”

Jayce chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Maybe I do need a little bit of luck.”

“You’ve got more than luck on your side, Jayce,” she said, her gaze softening. “You’ve got your talent, your vision, and... well, you’ve got me.”

And with that, they stood together in the workshop, surrounded by the hum of the Hextech prototypes, ready to face the challenges ahead, knowing that with each other’s support, they could conquer anything—even the boardrooms of Piltover’s most powerful investors.

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The night before the big presentation, Y/N had one more idea to help Jayce. She knew how overwhelming it could be to stand before a room full of powerful people and try to sell not only an invention but a dream. So, she pulled out her personal stationery and carefully crafted a set of flashcards, each one containing key points she had drilled into his head that day: confidence, vision, inclusivity.

Each card had a simple, elegant note on it—just enough to jog his memory. She even added a few motivational words like “You’ve got this!” or “This is your future!” with a small sketch of a Hextech device on the back. Her handwriting was immaculate, the neat, flowing strokes giving him the comfort he needed in times of doubt. When she handed the stack to him, her eyes softened with affection.

“I’m going to make sure you’re ready,” Y/N said with a smile. “Use these if you need them. But I know you’ll do just fine without them.”

Jayce stared at the stack, the simple act of her preparing these cards made his heart swell. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

Y/N shrugged, a playful gleam in her eye. “You don’t need to. Just come back to me with success in your hands, and we’ll have more than enough to celebrate.”

VIKTOR

The room was alight with the clinking of glasses, the soft murmur of conversations, and the elegant waltz of socialites in the grand hall. Y/N, with her presence marked by the subtle yet undeniable confidence that came from growing up in the heart of high society, was the shining star of the gathering. She glided through the crowd effortlessly, a vision in her gown as her laughter rang like chimes in the air.

But amidst the sea of people, there was one constant that stood by her side—Viktor. He leaned on his cane, the polished metal clicking softly against the marble floor as he walked beside her, his usually stern and thoughtful expression softened by the comfort of her presence. Viktor had never been one for crowds, preferring the quiet solace of his work, but when it came to Y/N, he didn’t mind these gatherings as much. Her gentle smile and the way she quietly brought warmth to him in the midst of a bustling world made it bearable. But still, Viktor’s discomfort was evident in the subtle stiffness of his posture, the way his eyes kept darting to the exit as if ready to leave at any moment.

“You know, you don’t have to stand so stiffly,” Y/N murmured, noticing the tension in his frame. She gently nudged his side with her elbow, flashing him a reassuring smile. “I know these events aren’t exactly your cup of tea, but... it’s not so bad, right?”

Viktor gave her a small, tight-lipped smile, though his gaze remained fixed ahead, scanning the crowd. “It’s not the event. It’s... the crowd,” he admitted quietly. “I’m more used to the solitude of my work. This is... overwhelming.”

Y/N’s eyes softened with understanding, but a playful spark lit up in them as she grasped his arm a little tighter, guiding him through the crowd. “Well, you’re in luck,” she said brightly, her voice carrying just enough enthusiasm to pull him from his thoughts. “Because I’m about to give you an insider’s tour of this gathering. You might find some of these people a bit... amusing.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Amusing?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she replied, her smile wide and mischievous. “For instance, you see Lord Gresham’s wife over there?” She gestured discreetly across the room. “She’s convinced her husband is secretly a war hero. The man attended a battle once, but only for an hour, and he didn’t even get close to the front lines.”

Viktor’s lips quirked up into a slight smirk. “How... inspiring,” he said dryly, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I take it she hasn’t learned the truth yet?”

“Of course not,” Y/N whispered, her voice full of mischief. “He tells her the same stories every year, and she believes him each time. It’s honestly impressive how long he’s been able to keep up the ruse.”

Viktor chuckled quietly, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. She had a way of making the absurdities of this world sound so light-hearted, so funny, that it made even the most uncomfortable of moments seem bearable. As they continued walking, she leaned in just a little closer, her voice low enough to keep their conversation private.

“And over there,” she nodded towards another figure, “you see Lady Lila? The one in the pale blue gown? She’s the woman who insists that no one should ever wear the color blue because it 'steals the soul from the eyes.' She told me that the first time I wore a sapphire dress to one of these events. Can you imagine?”

Viktor’s lips twitched, the rarest of smiles forming at the absurdity of it all. He glanced at Lady Lila, a serious-looking woman with an exaggerated air of refinement, and then back at Y/N, whose eyes sparkled with the mischief of knowing such peculiar details.

“And here I thought the blue of the sky and the sea stole souls,” he remarked dryly, his voice carrying a faint warmth that only she could bring out in him.

Y/N laughed softly, her fingers gently tapping his arm as she guided him through the crowd with newfound ease. “You’d be surprised. She’s very serious about it. And there’s more—Lady Montclair, the one over by the window? She once asked me if my earrings would predict the future. Her exact words were, 'Will they reveal how your evening will unfold?' Like they were some sort of mystical artifact.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking to Y/N’s simple yet elegant diamond earrings, then back at her, his amusement barely contained. “And what did you tell her? That they were more interested in the present than the future?”

Y/N’s lips curved into a sly grin. “Exactly. I told her that these little gems are more concerned with the sparkle of the moment than with making any grand predictions about the night.” She gave a small laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Sometimes, I think people here would believe anything if you say it with enough conviction.”

Viktor couldn’t help but laugh at that, a low, quiet sound that was genuine and free of his usual restraint. His grip on his cane had relaxed slightly, and the stiffness in his posture was no longer as noticeable. He was starting to enjoy himself, despite his natural aversion to these gatherings. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t so bad, especially when Y/N was by his side.

“Do you make a habit of learning all of these little... secrets?” Viktor asked, his voice softer now, filled with a touch of wonder.

Y/N smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling as she shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, I’ve had years to observe and pick up on them. It’s practically a skill at this point. You’d be amazed how many oddities exist beneath all the polished façades of these people.”

“I’m sure I would,” Viktor replied, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

They paused for a moment near the edge of the ballroom, watching the others as they mingled and danced. The noise of the gathering seemed to fade, the murmur of voices and clinking glasses becoming distant as Y/N turned to Viktor, her expression softening.

“I’m really glad you’re here with me,” she said quietly, her voice sincere. “I know you’d probably prefer the quiet of your lab or the comfort of solitude, but... it means a lot that you’re here, standing in this sea of people just for me.”

Viktor’s gaze softened, his blue eyes meeting hers with an intensity that only grew stronger with every passing moment they spent together. His voice was low and warm when he spoke. “I’m here because you’re here, Y/N. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection. In that moment, the entire room seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them—her with her bright smile and sparkling eyes, and him, the brilliant but often misunderstood man, wrapped in their own world of quiet humor and shared moments.

She looped her arm through his, resting her shoulder lightly against his. “Well, I’m glad, because I’m never letting you go.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and soothing. “And I wouldn’t want you to.”

With Viktor by her side, the noise of the gathering, the strange and absurd people, and the weight of her family’s expectations faded into the background. For her, the evening was already perfect. And for Viktor, it was no longer a room full of strangers—it was a night spent with the one person who could turn a world of noise into a place of peace.

JAYVIK

It was an evening draped in elegance, with chandeliers casting their golden glow upon the extravagant ballroom. The air was filled with the soft murmurs of high society—an endless sea of tailored suits, silk dresses, and the subtle clink of fine glassware. This was the world Y/N had known for most of her life, yet it always felt like a cage. Her parents, as ever, had dragged her here tonight with the same tired excuse: to meet the right people, to build connections, to secure her future. They’d never seen her as anything but an extension of their own social ladder, a tool to climb higher.

She stood at the edge of the room, trying her best to blend into the crowd of strangers, her mother already deep in conversation with a group of important figures. Y/N had been introduced as nothing more than "Mr. ___ daughter"—her name scarcely mentioned. It was always like that. It stung every time, but she had long learned to swallow her bitterness and play the role of the perfect daughter.

=

It had been hours since the gala began, and Y/N was already exhausted. Every moment seemed to blur into the next as her father pulled her from one conversation to the next. Each time, it was the same. A well-placed compliment about her family's wealth, a brief mention of her accomplishments—none of it felt real. None of it felt like her. Her mother, too, had taken the opportunity to introduce her to all the right people, each person a potential business partner or connection. Y/N felt like a puppet on a string, her every move directed by the expectations of others. There was no space for her to breathe, no room to escape.

The whispers of "Mr. ___ daughter" followed her like a shadow. Her name was never spoken. She was a tool, a symbol of their success, nothing more.

As her father dragged her yet again to another conversation, Y/N could feel her patience wearing thin. Her smile was starting to feel strained, her energy ebbing away like the fading echoes of the orchestra’s soft lullaby. She excused herself with a polite, practiced smile and tried to slip away from the crowd. The ballroom seemed to close in around her, and the weight of the evening’s obligations made her feel smaller and smaller. Her thoughts were a swirling mess of frustration and resignation. She didn’t want to be here, caught in a world where she was a mere pawn in her family's social game.

But then, she felt a hand on her arm—light but firm—and turned to find Viktor standing beside her. His gaze was steady, the ever-present calmness of his demeanor a sharp contrast to the chaotic whirlwind of the gala. His eyes, always perceptive, took in the subtle signs of her exhaustion.

"Are you all right?" Viktor asked quietly, his voice soft but cutting through the noise of the room like a lifeline.

She let out a small, tired laugh. "I’m fine, just... a little tired of being 'Mr. ___ daughter.'" She gave him a knowing glance, grateful for his understanding.

Before Viktor could respond, the sharp, confident voice of Jayce cut through the hum of conversation. "I think our dear Y/N is in need of a break." Jayce’s easy smile appeared as he slid in next to her, his presence offering a certain lightness amidst the suffocating formality of the event. "What do you say we make our own escape?"

Y/N’s heart felt a flutter of relief at the thought. Jayce’s smile always made her feel at ease, a sharp contrast to the cold, calculated world she often found herself trapped in. She looked between him and Viktor, silently thankful that they knew exactly how she was feeling without needing to say a word.

Before she could say anything, Jayce turned, his eyes locking onto her father, who had been scanning the room, no doubt looking for his next opportunity. With the same casual charm he always exuded, Jayce made his way over to Mr. ___.

"Ah, Mr. ___!" Jayce greeted him with a broad grin. "I hope the evening has been treating you well. I was just telling your daughter how wonderful it’s been to catch up with her." He paused for effect, giving Mr. ___ a slight wink. "But I think it’s time we ‘borrow’ her for a bit, if you don’t mind. She’s been such a delightful guest, and I’d love to give her a little more... personal attention for the rest of the evening."

Mr. ___ , caught slightly off guard, blinked for a moment before his expression softened into one of polite acceptance. He nodded, too accustomed to Jayce’s charisma to put up much of a fight. "Well, of course. I suppose I can spare her for a little while longer, Mr. Talis" He gave Y/N a knowing smile, one that carried the silent message of don’t be too long before he turned back to his next conversation.

Y/N suppressed a sigh of relief. She gave Jayce a grateful smile as he turned back to her.

"Shall we?" Jayce said, his voice filled with a lightness that felt like the first breath of fresh air. He placed his hand gently at the small of her back, guiding her away from the crowd. Viktor, already a step ahead, led the way, his eyes meeting hers with that familiar, understanding gaze. She felt herself relax as they walked away from the chaos, the weight of the evening slowly lifting.

=

They moved through the ballroom, dodging the glances and murmurs of people who seemed far too interested in who was with whom and what they were doing. But all of that faded away as they found a quiet alcove, tucked far from the noise and the expectations. The lights here were dimmer, the atmosphere far more intimate, and for the first time that night, Y/N felt like she could breathe.

Viktor stood close to her, the air between them calm and filled with understanding. "Better?" he asked softly, his hand brushing against hers in a quiet gesture of reassurance.

"Much better," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. The weight of the evening’s obligations seemed to melt away as she sank into the comfort of their company.

Jayce leaned casually against the wall, his smile never fading. "I think that’s enough ‘business’ for tonight, don’t you? You don’t have to be anyone but yourself here, Y/N."

Viktor nodded in agreement, his gaze soft but unwavering. "You don’t owe anyone anything. Not here. Not now."

Y/N’s heart swelled with warmth. She had spent so long being shaped by the expectations of her family and society, trying to fit into the mold of Mr. ___ daughter, but here, with Viktor and Jayce, she didn’t need to pretend. There were no titles to live up to. There was just Y/N.

"I think I might just be the happiest I’ve been all night," she said, her voice sincere as she looked at the two of them.

Viktor offered her a small, rare smile, one that warmed her from the inside. "Then let’s make sure the rest of this night is about you."

Jayce grinned mischievously. "And if we happen to stir up a little chaos? All the better."

Y/N laughed, the sound light and genuine, free of any strain. For the first time in hours, she felt like herself. There were no expectations. No weighty legacy. Just the two people who truly understood her, who saw her for who she really was, not just the name she carried.

With Viktor and Jayce by her side, she was no longer just Mr. ___ daughter. She was Y/N.

As they stayed in the alcove, Y/N felt time slow down, the world outside muffled by the intimate, quiet space they’d created together. No longer confined to the duties of her family's expectations, she found herself finally able to think for herself, to laugh without hesitation. Tonight was for her—no performances, no obligations. Just the freedom to exist as she was, with the people who accepted her without the need for approval. And for once, that felt like everything.

VANDER

The city of Zaun was a place of contradictions—dark alleys where deals were made in the shadows, and bright, polished surfaces that hinted at wealth and power. Among the elite who resided above, far from the grime of the undercity, there was Y/N. A socialite, a name whispered in high society, known for both her charm and the influence she wielded. She moved through the glittering circles of wealth and power like a dancer, graceful and calculated, never too far from the pulse of Zaun’s more dangerous undercurrents. Her world was Piltover—a world of high society, fine art, grand estates, and people who looked down their noses at the undercity, the very place where her heart secretly resided.

Y/N had connections that most would kill for, and while the gleaming streets of Piltover offered their own kind of thrill, it was the chaos, the vibrancy, and the raw energy of Zaun that always called to her. It was in the undercity that she found something more real, more untamed. And it was there, in the spaces between the glittering lights and the darkness, that she met Vander.

Vander was different from the men of her world. Rugged, imposing, yet carrying an unspoken kindness beneath the hardened exterior of a man who had lived a life fighting for survival. While Y/N had her connections, Vander had his street-fighting roots, his loyalty to the children of the undercity, and an honor that ran deeper than any riches or titles.

Vander’s fight was always one of survival, of keeping his family safe in a world that was determined to leave them in the dust. He’d built something in the undercity—something that meant more to him than anything else. It was his people, the kids, and the promise he’d made to protect them. And when the tension between Vander’s crew and the Enforcers escalated, it was only a matter of time before violence would erupt.

But Y/N had never been one to shy away from danger. She knew Grayson, after all. Grayson, the woman who ruled the Enforcers with a sharp mind and an even sharper edge. She wasn’t the kind of person Y/N would cross unless she was certain of her ground. Thankfully, Y/N knew how to play the game better than anyone. Her relationships with Piltover’s elite, her ability to manipulate the right strings in the right ears, made her invaluable.

The tension between Vander’s crew and the Enforcers had been rising, and the last thing the city needed was another bloodbath. So, Y/N did what she did best—she made a deal.

=

Y/N arranged a meeting with Grayson, in the polished boardrooms far above the grime of the streets. She’d crossed paths with her many times before, her dealings with Grayson always keeping a delicate balance. Both women were aware of the power they held in different ways, but Y/N knew how to speak Grayson’s language—power, control, and profit. In Grayson’s eyes, Y/N was no different from the powerful elite of Piltover, and perhaps that’s why she was able to broker such a deal.

It wasn’t easy, but Y/N knew the price. She’d asked for the one thing that would keep Vander’s streets safe—Grayson’s agreement to hold her Enforcers back from Vander’s turf in exchange for a subtle understanding: Vander would keep his operations on the up-and-up, pay his dues, and avoid creating any more headaches for the Enforcers. It was a delicate negotiation, but Y/N had made it work.

Before Y/N left Grayson’s office, she made sure to slip in a few more words for good measure. “You know Marcus is getting a little too bold lately,” she said, eyes narrowing with a glimmer of humor. “I’d suggest knocking him down a few pegs, or you might find him a little too comfortable in your shadow. You might want to remind him who calls the shots here.”

Grayson’s icy demeanor faltered for the briefest of moments, and Y/N caught the faintest flash of approval in her eyes. Grayson didn’t let many people speak to her that way—but Y/N knew how to push the right buttons.

By the time Y/N returned to Vander, her deal was sealed, and Grayson was bound by her word. It was strange, working with someone like Grayson, but in a city where power played its own dangerous game, sometimes alliances were necessary. Y/N had gotten what she needed, and more importantly, she’d kept Vander—and his ragtag group of kids—safe.

=

As Y/N entered the small bar where Vander had made his home, the warmth of the place felt like a contrast to the cold elegance of Piltover’s high halls. It was a space carved from the undercity’s heart, a place where Vander had built not just a safe haven, but a family. When his eyes caught hers, they softened, the harshness of the world outside slipping away. Y/N had kept her promise, and in the way he looked at her, she could see the gratitude, the respect, and something deeper that had grown over time.

“You did it, didn’t you?” Vander’s voice was low, but there was a warmth in it that made her chest tighten. His usual gruffness softened as he walked toward her, the tension of the last few days seemingly vanishing in an instant.

Y/N smiled, her heart racing as she walked into his embrace. "I made sure Grayson would keep her Enforcers off your streets, and in return, you would do the same. The deal’s done."

His rough fingers brushed against the back of her hand, a tender gesture that betrayed his usual tough exterior. "I don’t know how you do it," he murmured, leaning closer. “But I’m grateful. We owe you more than we can ever repay.”

There was something in his eyes then—something Y/N hadn’t seen before. A look that said more than words could ever convey. Without thinking, she closed the distance between them both and kissed him. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it spoke volumes about everything that had been growing between them. They weren’t just allies, they weren’t just partners—they were more than that. They shared a bond forged not only through deals and whispered promises but through a shared understanding of what it meant to fight for something—someone—worth protecting.

Vander’s arms wrapped around her, his warmth enveloping her as he pulled her closer. "You’re not just a pretty face in Piltover’s high circles, Y/N," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm and comforting. “You’re the heart of it all. And I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Those words hit Y/N in a way she hadn’t expected. His rough exterior hid a heart that was as loyal as they came, and for the first time, she allowed herself to truly believe that she, too, was part of something bigger—something that could make a difference in this world of light and shadows.

The city outside was full of danger, and there was no telling what tomorrow would bring, but for now, in the warmth of Vander’s embrace, Y/N knew that this fight—this love, this shared vision—was something worth continuing. Two people from vastly different worlds, bound together not by circumstance, but by choice. In this city of contradictions, the one thing that was certain was that they would continue to fight for each other, for these streets, and for the people they both loved.

SILCO

The city of Zaun was always dark, but it was a kind of darkness that felt like home for Y/N. She stood by the window of the luxurious apartment she had arranged for herself, a place where opulence met the underbelly of the city she loved. Beyond the glass, the haze of the polluted air mingled with the glow of the industrial lights from Piltover. The rhythmic hum of the machines below felt like a heartbeat, steady and constant, much like the world she had come to dominate in her own way.

The apartment itself was a reflection of her duality—rich velvet curtains alongside sleek, modern furniture, all bathed in the dim glow of carefully placed lights. It was a place of refuge for Y/N, and though it was filled with the trappings of wealth, there was always something raw about it, something unpolished. A perfect blend of beauty and danger, much like its owner.

A soft knock came at the door before it opened, and in walked Silco, his presence as commanding as ever. He wore that familiar tight-lipped smile, a contrast to the deep intensity in his eyes. The heavy door clicked shut behind him, his steps deliberate, measured.

Y/N didn’t turn to greet him right away. Instead, she took another slow sip of her drink, savoring the taste of fine whiskey as the amber liquid slid down her throat. Her eyes stayed on the skyline outside, pretending to focus on the world that lay beyond her reach, though it was only Silco she cared for in that moment. Silco’s eyes flickered over to her glass, then back to her face, a silent acknowledgment of the shared intimacy between them.

“You’ve been drinking alone,” he remarked, his tone a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his voice as smooth as silk, but edged with something darker.

Y/N’s lips curled into a faint smile, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. “Not alone, Silco,” she said, voice soft yet steady, “not when you’re always with me.”

She finally turned to face him, allowing her eyes to linger on him, meeting his gaze with a knowing intensity. Her beauty was undeniable, a polished elegance that stood in stark contrast to the grime of the city. Yet it was that very world that had drawn her to him—the grit, the fight, the power. Silco had never been one for the glittering balls or social events she thrived in, but he understood the power of connections and influence—something she had plenty of.

She took a step toward him, her heels clicking against the marble floor with every movement, the sound deliberate, like a promise. The room was filled with that electric tension between them, a current neither could deny.

“I’ve spoken to my contacts,” Y/N said, her eyes gleaming with a hidden satisfaction as she stood just inches from him now. “The shipment you were waiting for—your new supply of shimmer—will arrive ahead of schedule. They’ll get it to you safely, no questions asked.”

Silco’s lips twitched upward, a rare moment of appreciation for the socialite in front of him. His eyes softened, just for a moment, before he regained his usual icy composure. “You’ve done well, darling,” he said, his voice smooth and low. “I always knew I could count on you.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled, the edge of triumph evident in her gaze. It was a rare moment where Silco allowed himself to acknowledge the strength of her work. She was a force of her own, and he couldn’t help but respect her for it. But there was also something more between them—something unspoken, a bond they’d forged over time, despite the differences in their worlds.

Y/N took another step forward, her body almost pressing against his. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation. She let her hand trail along the back of his neck, the touch light, yet possessing a sense of ownership. Her fingers grazed the fine line of his jaw, a subtle reminder of how far she could reach into his world.

“Of course, Silco. Anything for you,” she whispered, her voice low and breathless.

There was a moment of silence, heavy and thick, where the weight of their connection hung in the air. Y/N felt it—the way the room seemed to shrink around them, as though the entire world outside disappeared the moment their eyes locked. Slowly, she stepped even closer, her heart pounding in her chest.

She raised her hand to touch his face, her fingers brushing against the scar that marred his once-perfect visage. It was a reminder of everything he had fought for, everything he had become. She didn’t flinch from it, though. She understood it, better than most. Her hand slid to the back of his head, pulling him in slightly, as she tilted her head to meet his lips with hers.

The kiss was slow at first—lingering, soft, a dance of control and surrender. But soon, it deepened, growing more insistent as their bodies pressed closer. Silco’s hands found her waist, gripping her firmly as if to remind her that, even in the comfort of her world, he was the one who held the power.

When they finally broke apart, the air between them crackled, but neither seemed willing to fully let go. Silco’s lips curled into a wry, knowing smile. His voice was low, almost a growl as he whispered against her ear. “You are a dangerous woman, Y/N,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “You know that?”

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers threading through his hair as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “I know,” she whispered back, her voice laden with something deeper, darker. “But I think you like it.”

A fire sparked in Silco’s eyes, the raw intensity that had always been there, hidden beneath the cool exterior. His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. Before she could say anything more, he pulled her into a deeper kiss, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that left no room for doubt. In that moment, the world outside seemed irrelevant—nothing mattered except the two of them, tangled in a web of power, passion, and everything they had built together.

In his world, power was everything. But in this moment, with Y/N in his arms, the world of influence and wealth she inhabited seemed like nothing more than a shadow. They were together, and that was all that mattered.

MEL

It was another night of glittering chandeliers, laughter echoing through the halls of the grand estate, and conversations dripping with carefully concealed motives. The gathering had been long—everyone playing their part, exchanging pleasantries, and using their charm to win favor. But as the evening drew to a close, you and Mel finally slipped away from the crowd. The two of you, never far from each other, made your way back to your shared apartment.

The door closed behind you with a soft click, and instantly, the weight of the night began to lift. You both had been on your best behavior all night—smiling, nodding, keeping up with the latest gossip, but now, in the quiet of your home, you could finally drop the masks.

Mel sighed and slung her coat over the back of the couch, her usual graceful composure softening into something more comfortable, more real. "I swear, if I hear about Lord Di'ana's 'new invention' one more time..." she muttered, shaking her head. "The man’s been talking about it for months. I’m starting to think it’s just an elaborate excuse to sell overpriced scraps."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I overheard someone say his invention was meant to 'revolutionize' transportation. But after seeing his demonstration, I’d say it was more of a fire hazard than anything else." You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe with a smile. "I also heard someone whispering that his wife is... shall we say, 'entertained' by a few more guests than she lets on."

Mel snorted, her lips curling into an amused grin. "Oh, I’m sure that’s true. Everyone knows she's always had an eye for the finer things in life. But a few guests? I’d say it’s a lot more than that." She winked, and the playful sparkle in her eyes made your heart skip a beat.

You stepped into the living room, taking a seat next to her on the couch. "And what about Lady Sevrin? I overheard her telling people that you were ‘on her list’ of ‘troublesome’ women to keep an eye on," you said, your tone teasing. "I have to say, I feel rather honoured to be included in such illustrious company."

Mel rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the amused smile tugging at her lips. "As if she could do anything about it. She’s too busy gossiping about anyone with power to actually keep up with them. And don’t even get me started on her newest ‘business ventures.’ That woman’s completely delusional." She paused, her voice lowering, as if she were revealing a well-kept secret. "But here's the funniest part: I overheard one of the servants whispering that she’s secretly in debt up to her eyeballs. All those ‘business ventures’ are just to keep up the facade of success. She’s one bad investment away from losing it all."

You raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. "Now that's a bit of juicy gossip. I’ll be sure to keep that one in my back pocket for the next time she gives me that look of hers."

Mel leaned back, her arm brushing against yours, and sighed contentedly. "It’s always amusing what people will reveal when they think no one's listening. It’s a game, really—pretend to be someone else, hide your true intentions, all while trying to figure out everyone else’s secrets."

You smiled softly, glancing over at her. "Speaking of secrets... how are you feeling about all of this? The masks, the games, the endless performances?"

Mel’s expression softened, her eyes thoughtful for a moment before she spoke, her voice quieter now. "I’m fine. It’s... what I’m good at. It’s who I am, at least in this world. But sometimes, I wish things were simpler. That we could just—" She stopped, and when she looked at you again, there was a rare vulnerability in her gaze. "That I could just be with you without the constant weight of all this. Without needing to be someone else."

You reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "You don’t need to be anyone else with me, Mel. I love you for who you are—behind the masks, behind all the roles you play. And you’re not alone in this. We both have to play these games, but we don’t have to play them alone."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. "I don’t know what I’d do without you, you know? You make all of this feel... bearable."

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. "Same here. We’re in this together, Mel. Always."

As the city buzzed outside your windows, the two of you sat in the quiet of your apartment, the secrets of the evening forgotten for a moment, wrapped in each other’s presence. The masks, for now, could wait.

[mimokome]

I Hear You… But I Can’t Follow You

Season 2 Episode 8 Time Stamp: 10:15–30:45 — Vi & Cait. Cait & Jinx. Vi & Jinx. Then Vi & Cait again.

Core Emotion: Missed connections. Care spoken in the only way they know how. It’s about speaking from the heart. It’s everyone trying to be understood in the best way they know how — and trying to connect with someone completely different.

I’m not claiming this is canon or fact. This is just how I read it. What I felt. What landed — and what didn’t. Everyone brings their own scars to a scene like this.

Vi & Caitlyn — The Argument That Wasn’t

Caitlyn’s locked in now. She’s no longer unsure. Her tone is steady, her eyes focused. She’s stepping into her role — but she’s colder for it. Maddie’s still hovering close, trying to play the emotional support card — but we know what she’s really doing. She’s stalling. Still working for Ambessa. Caitlyn is done being played.

Vi walks in. Maddie’s eyes flick with immediate disdain. She moves toward Vi — but Caitlyn shuts it down hard. She makes the call: Maddie’s not needed here anymore. She cuts Maddie off, tells her to check on her father. The air shifts. Her tone is clipped — polite, but it bites. That jaw tension and narrowed eyes say everything. That subtle, commanding “go check on your father” is Caitlyn reclaiming the room.

Vi doesn’t even acknowledge Maddie. Just scoffs and shrugs her off with a shoulder raise as she walks past. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t engage. Just wipes her off like old dust. Maddie leaves — but keeps the door cracked, because of course she does. Always watching.

Now it’s just Vi and Caitlyn.

What follows isn’t some dramatic blow-up. It’s layered. Heavy. Controlled. It’s two people with entirely different value systems arguing over the same person.

Vi defends Jinx with everything she’s got. Says she saved Caitlyn’s life. Risked herself in the middle of the Viktor battle — not for strategy, but for Vi. Caitlyn pushes back — Jinx wasn’t there for her. She was a contingency. Something Vi snuck in without telling anyone.

“You still can’t trust her enough not to shove her in a box.”

That line from Vi stings because it’s true. Not just for Caitlyn — for all of Piltover. She’s not just defending Jinx. She’s condemning an entire system that doesn’t see beyond someone’s damage. This isn’t just about Jinx being a person. This is Vi screaming, “She’s all I have left.”

Caitlyn defends herself like she always does — logic-first, safety-first, duty-first. She says she’s withholding judgment. That she’s “waiting for Vi to recover” before deciding what to do with Jinx.

But that’s the thing. Jinx isn’t a case file. She’s a person. A deeply fractured, hurt person just trying to be seen without conditions.

Vi softens: “Cait… she’s changed.”

And Caitlyn — leader of Piltover now — sighs and says, “We can’t erase our mistakes. None of us.” It’s fair. But also cold.

Vi walks off with one last line:

“Who decides who gets a second chance?” And then? We sit in it. That silence.

Vi walks out of the room, but not like a soldier — like someone walking out of a hospital room after hearing a diagnosis they already knew was coming. Her chest is still high, her jaw still set — but her eyes are gone. No target. No solution. Just the slow acceptance that sometimes love doesn’t fix shit. Not when you’re the only one still holding on.

We follow her down the hall.

No music. Just footsteps.

No answer. Just silence. Just the weight of everything they won’t say to each other.

Caitlyn & Jinx — Depression Doesn’t Always Yell

The tray clatters against another. Untouched food.

She’s just curled up, knees tucked in, eyes lost in some far-off place that isn’t here anymore. There’s food near her. Untouched. Because even survival doesn’t feel worth the effort.

This isn’t rage. It’s what happens after. After you’ve burned every bridge, said everything wrong, and realized the only person still sitting with you… is the voice in your own head.

That’s where Caitlyn finds her.

Not in chains. Not foaming at the mouth. Just quietly bleeding under her own skin.

I’ve been there. Like really there. Not mad, not crying — just straight-up nothing. No emotion, no hunger, no energy. Just… off. Like someone unplugged me. You don’t care about anything. Not the messages piling up. Not the food. You’re not even thinking “what’s the point?” — you’re just not thinking at all. Days blur. You skip work, you stop checking in, people fade off because they don’t get it. You’re not avoiding them — you just don’t have the fucking strength to even be a person. That shot of her curled up? That blank look? That’s not overacting. That’s exactly what it feels like. You don’t blow up. You just shut down. It’s not dramatic. It’s dead quiet. That version of me wasn’t loud. It didn’t cry. It just stopped showing up. And I think that’s what scared me most — how long I stayed there without a single person noticing.

Jinx hasn’t eaten. Hasn’t moved. She’s just sitting there — knees to chest, eyes distant, body still.

This isn’t fury. This isn’t chaos. It’s collapse. She’s numb. Not fighting. Not pleading. Just… hollow.

“If you’re here to kill me,” she says, monotone, “make sure to finish the job.”

It’s not bravado. It’s not sarcasm. It’s surrender. She genuinely doesn’t care anymore. When someone like Jinx stops moving — stops reacting — that’s not peace. That’s the bottom.

Caitlyn speaks about pain, justice, consequences. She’s still trying to talk to Jinx like she’s a threat. Still standing behind Piltover’s wall of order.

Jinx curls tighter. Picks at her fingers. Blood starts to drip. A physical manifestation of everything she doesn’t say. Caitlyn’s words going past her, still not understanding.

“Do what you came here to do,” she mutters.

That’s not defiance. That’s someone asking for it to be over — because hope ran out a long time ago. And that’s the most dangerous place a person can be.

Not when they’re screaming. Not when they’re fighting.

But when they’re quiet. Because that means they’ve stopped looking for a reason to stay. This is the grief that eats you. The kind that settles in your bones. The kind where nothing — not even survival — feels worth fighting for.

Caitlyn finally lets the wall drop a little.

“Hating you… I hated myself. I just don’t have the energy for it anymore.”

It’s not forgiveness. It’s not closure. It’s fatigue. Two people who’ve both been eaten alive by this for too long. It’s the closest she’s come to empathy. Not understanding — but exhaustion. She’s tired of the cycle too. And it’s not just that she’s tired. It’s that she’s finally admitting Jinx lives in her head too — and maybe always will.

Jinx looks up. Not defensive. Not angry. Just… soft. Tired.

“I didn’t know your mom was there,” she says. “It probably wouldn’t have made a difference… but I didn’t know.”

It’s not an apology. It’s an admission. A reflection of just how gone she was — and still is.  Caitlyn walks away. Not triumphant. Not resolved. Just broken too. So what’s left, when even pain doesn’t move you? You go back to the last voice that made you feel like you were still someone

Jinx & Silco — The Voice in Her Head

Left alone, Jinx holds the Arcane gemstone. Her “choice.” She doesn’t smile. Doesn’t react. It’s just another reminder of the pressure she never asked for.

She starts talking to Silco. He’s not there. But the words are. This is her wrestling with the voices inside — her having her own conversation. This is her using the last voice that ever chose her without asking her to change.

“Imprisoning your sister… a greater mercy than killing her.”

“Killing isn’t mercy.”

“A spark of rebellion still burns inside that husk, I see.”

“No. Killing is a cycle. I’m done running in circles.”

Silco — her — says:

“We build our own prisons… bars forged of oaths, codes, commitments. Walls of self-doubt and accepted limitation. We inhabit these cells… and call them ‘us.’”

And this? This is Jinx realizing that the real prison wasn’t a cage or a city or even Piltover. It was expectation. The boxes she’s been shoved into. Powder. Jinx. Monster. Tool. Savior.

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t cry. Just stares through the wall like there’s nothing left on the other side of it. No more versions of herself to wait for. No more hoping someone tells her who to be. She’s done. And she’s already halfway gone.

Vi & Jinx — Love Sometimes Means Letting Go

Vi breaks in. Literally. She stole the cell keys from a guard. She unlocks the door. Runs to Jinx. Hugs her.

For a second — a brief, fragile second — it looks like this might be the moment that fixes things.

Then Jinx punches her in the gut, grabs the keys, and locks her in the cell.

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore. You don’t need to feel guilty about being happy. You deserve to be with her.”

She’s not yelling. She’s not angry. She’s just — done.

“There’s no good version of me.”

And the worst part? She believes it. Fully. Deeply. Like there’s no world where she isn’t a burden. Like choosing to disappear is the only act of love she has left to give.

Vi, breathless:

“What are you going to do?”

Jinx, quiet:

“Breaking the cycle.”

And she walks away. She’s not running. She’s not exploding. She’s just letting go — because she thinks that’s the only way Vi will ever be free.

Vi & Caitlyn — The Aftermath

Vi’s pacing. Rage, confusion, grief all boiling over. She’s wrecked. Scrambling for anything to blame because if she doesn’t, the truth might crush her.

Caitlyn shows up. Calm. Present. Just confirmation that she knew this might happen.

“I was a fool to trust her.”

But it’s not anger. It’s fear. It’s the fear that this time, she really did lose her. That maybe Jinx meant it. That maybe this is how it ends.

Caitlyn already knew this would happen — and she even helped. Because even if it was doomed, she knew Vi had to try. Caitlyn didn’t believe this would fix anything. She knew how it’d play out. But she let Vi go anyway — because that’s what care looks like when you can’t fix someone. You let them do the thing they need to do. And you stand there after, holding whatever’s left.

“You’ve grown predictable,” she says.

And weirdly? It’s the kindest thing she could’ve said. It means: I know you. I believed in what you’d do.

They lean into each other. Kiss. Touch. Breathe. For once, they stop arguing and just exist. For once, no words. Just two people who ran out of ways to fix everything — and finally chose to just feel instead.

What This Episode Is Really Saying

This episode isn’t about redemption. Or closure. Or love. It’s about expression. About what it looks like when people speak their truth — filtered through their history, trauma, and damage — and still end up misaligned.

Everyone in this episode is doing their best to be understood. They’re not lying. They’re not hiding. They’re just speaking in the only way they know how.

Caitlyn explains through structure and justice — she talks like a soldier trying to stabilize a world that keeps spinning off the rails. She’s trying to show care and emotion, just filtered through logic and systems.

Vi explains through action — through fists, movement, confrontation. If she’s fighting for you, she thinks that means she’s said enough.

Jinx doesn’t explain. She doesn’t plead. She speaks through stillness, through walking away, through choosing silence because nothing she says has ever changed anything.

None of them know how to put their emotions into words.

They do understand each other — to a point. That’s the hard part. There’s clarity here. It’s just not shared vision.

Caitlyn sees a threat. Vi sees her sister. Jinx sees two people trying to decide who she’s allowed to be — and chooses neither.

No one’s wrong. They’re just standing on different ground. And sometimes? You can understand someone completely — and still disagree with everything they stand for.

This episode isn’t about winning an argument.  It’s about showing up anyway. Saying your piece. Letting the silence hang. And learning that sometimes the closest you’ll get is: “I hear you… but I can’t follow you.”

And that? That’s still real. Still human. Still worth sitting in — even if it doesn’t end with anyone being saved.

Because sometimes the real tragedy isn’t that they couldn’t save each other — it’s that they actually understood, and still couldn’t walk the same path. That’s what stayed with me. Just all the words that couldn’t land clean. And how much they still meant anyway.

My core take-away?

Let’s learn to look deeper in how some people say things and not exactly what they say. You can learn a lot when you stop taking everything at face value. Sometimes the cruelest part of finally understanding someone… is realizing it still didn’t change a damn thing. And walking away doesn’t mean you didn’t care. It just means you cared — and hit the wall where caring couldn’t carry it anymore.

Written by: Jordan Waltz

Yeah, I used GPT to help tighten it up — my grammar sucks. But the framing, the tone, the emotional weight? That’s me, baby  If it hit, thanks :D  I put my whole ass heart into this — I just don’t know how to spell worth sh — ..

Disclaimer: All rights to Arcane, its characters, and related imagery belong to Riot Games and Fortiche. This is a non-commercial analysis intended for educational and commentary purposes.

[everythingisamazing]

"How Viktors story overshadows the tragedy of Jayce" or "Why disliking Jayce means you don't understand him (yet)." Disclaimer: This is a long one. Since starting to post my (mostly) Jayvik thoughts, I've discovered layers to Jayces character that I feel don't get talked about enough. I disliked him in S1 - he grew on me in S2, but what makes him so compelling to me NOW is how the show replicates the central tragedy of his character with the viewers. Let's start with the assumptions the show encourages us to make about him: Good looking, smart, a little naive, selfish, overachiever, golden boy. These are then strengthened by comparisons to Viktor, caused by their shared screen time and narrative connection. And since V is the one being "framed" with the tragic story (escaping an inescapable death), the tragedy of Jayce, that is happening simultaneously (more on that later), gets obscured. Truth is: If Jayces life looks like success to us, that's mostly because he has to make it look like that. Let me explain: Jayce, as a boy, almost dies on his way to Piltover. As tragedy would have it, he gets saved by and falls in love with what's forbidden in his new home - magic. So he researches the thing he is basically destined to create in secret, only to get found out in the worst way possible. Cue the trial scene. I think the reason why we don't empathize with him enough here (especially not on the first watch) is because it happens so early in the show and we are still busy getting situated in the universe of Arcane. But if you look at it from Jayces perspective, it's pretty traumatizing: He is the heir of his house and having apparently lost his father early, responsibility rests heavy on his shoulders. A house, comparably low on wealth and influence. And you could say it's arrogance, that makes him blurt out "I was trying to create magic." but if you consider his behavior throughout the whole show, I'd actually call it impulsivity and not being able to hide his emotions (I hc Jayce as having ADHD). What we get next, is him wanting to throw himself off a building - which can get misread as "wow, this guy was so obsessed with his vanity project, he'd off himself", when his moms words at the trial ("My son is not well") point to him struggling with something for a while and this being the final straw. And I mean, just think about that - You have a character that starts off at rock bottom, but because we didn't see the journey of how he got there, we fail to empathize with him going forward. If you put yourself in Jayces shoes, would you not feel like you had to do everything it takes, to never get to that point again? Can you imagine the fear, having almost lost your future because a mistake you made escalated to the point where they wanted to exile you? Wouldn't you feel like becoming everyones "golden boy" to make good on that, is something you had to do? THAT'S what I mean, when I say the show replicates the central tragedy of his character with the viewers. We see his story (until a certain point) as the story of someone who wants to go up, up up, but miss, that from his pov, the alternative means going all the way down. I want to end this by giving an example, how Viktors presence plays into that: There is one time, where Jayce actually voices his feelings regarding this matter, when he says "I never asked for this!" And isn't that true in more ways than one (hint hint). But because Viktor is the one who died and is (understandably) upset in this scene, revived and changed against his will, it seems selfish, that Jayce would even bring that up. But is it? Or is he rightfully pointing out, how every single thing he did (and I will give examples in future posts), after Viktor essentially stopped HIM from dying (another amazing parallel) in the very beginning was trying to make the best out of the circumstances he was given? Circumstances, that, quite frankly, ANY character in that show would have severely struggled with?

[sunriseseance]

I actually think it is SO INTERESTING how in a way the Sparrows became their own Reginald. In e2 Sloane expresses that she WISHES she could leave and like girl. You are 30. Your dad is so high he's offering cookies to the enemy. But she can't leave, can she? Because her siblings (and probably her) see each other as weapons, as teammates, as heroes, not as people. She can't leave because they'd hunt her down. She can't leave because none of them will ever leave. She can't leave because they'd never forgive her. That's some Reginald shit! They got robbed of all connection (mom and Pogo, half an hour of fun on Saturday), he trained them harder, he made them truly heroes, and they had no opportunity NOT to buy in. Marcus you are 30 why are you teasing Viktor for not being number one? Is it because the worst of your father lives in you? Hmmm?

And compare that to the Umbrellas, who are toxic and sometimes crazy, but overwhelmingly see each other as people first. Not as tool, not as part of the umbrella machine. It's such a fantastic dichotomy. I love this show.

[lordofdestructionm]

Reading Mordecai Heller as a repressed gay man

The tragic attraction

This is a full post based on my response to a great analysis by @sedgewick-gayble

Let me start by saying that if you read Mordecai as being totally asexual/aromantic and any affection he has for other characters to be entirely platonic that is entirely valid and I respect that

However as this response by Tracy makes clear on the topic of fans reading Mordecai as gay there is an intentional ambiguity about it. Being 28 at the time of the main story his "lifestyle is certainly asexual" up to this point, yet "being ace and being gay are not mutually exclusive things" and people sometimes "don't know themselves or understand their own motivations all that well"

This leaves the possibility open that Mordecai is actively repressing his natural desires and feelings

Mordecai's early life didn't exactly provide much time or opportunity for "self discovery", even by the usual standards of the less than tolerant and understanding world of the early 20th century

Being born into an impoverished family and having his father die very early in his life leaving him and his Mother and two younger sisters in dire straits, Mordecai had to get to work and assume adult responsibilities pretty damn early.

As Tracy says "selling newspapers wasn't going to cut it" and so using his natural talent with numbers Mordecai starts bookkeeping for the mob. Is it any wonder someone with that background would develop such a serious and rigidly buttoned up demeanour?

Since being forced to abandon his mother and two sisters at the start of the 1920s and flee New York, being picked up by Atlas's due to his habit of collecting useful strays, Mordecai had very few people he was close to in St Louis. With his generally anti-social personality and not only lack of interest but discomfort with any sort of flirting or romantic entanglements, that would be unlikely to change

Side note: Probaby coincidence but

There are only two people who seem to make it onto that exclusive list of people that "count" for Mordecai, who he cares about and are able to bring things to the surface he would normally keep hidden

Atlas to Mordecai is not just an employer, he is the man who saved his life, the man who moulded a desperate fearful shabby young stray into the sharp professional he is today, who took him under his wing and made him his protege. Filling the empty space his father left in his life. His grief and desperate hunt for those responsible for his death are his big motivation (the strain of which is slowly tearing him apart)

That connection is undertsandable

Much more surprising on the surface is the bond with the partner Atlas teamed him up with soon after his arrival, Viktor Vasko.

The assumption at the start would have been that while their skill sets might compliment each other in the field there would have been no warmth in their dynamic.

Certainly not on Mordecai's part as Viktor appears to be a sum total of many things Mordecai hates. Viktor is unshaven, relatively casual in his attire, speaks a broken English, and hates people chattering or “noise, noise, noise” as he calls it. Clashing hard with his obsession with good grooming, high quality tailoring, correct grammar etc. Indeed Mordecai doesn't hesitate to nag/criticize Viktor for these things

Yet at the same time Mordecai has far better chemistry with Viktor than with anyone else, able to banter and bicker with him in a way you rarely if ever see with others

Its why when he gets tailored clothes for the first time Viktor is the first person he wants to show off too. Its why the one time he is intoxicated Viktor (and his large physique) are his chosen topic of converation. Its why at Christmas/Hanuhhah he gives him the gift of a tie while claiming its just because of the big guys poor fashion sense and that its "embarassing to be seen with him" (even that justification makes him sound like a nagging girlfriend)

A smaller detail is that during their iconic chess playing in the side content, set during their days staking out the remote town of Defiance, Viktor is shown very casually winning the game much to Mordecai's visible distress

This is hilarious but could also be taken as a metaphor for Viktor (possibly without even realizing it) breaking through his defensive emotional barriers

Something Mordecai doesn't know how to handle or respond to

The animated short only adds fuel to the fire

During their dispute over strategy Mordecai moves his face so close to Viktors that he almost knocks his cap off his head. His eyes at one point even dart down towards his mouth

Sharp eyed Vikdecai fans have also noted that Mordecai seems on some level to want the two of them to match

The tie being the same colour could simpy be Mordecai giving Viktor one of his own ties because its a joke gift and he just grabbed it on a whim to tease Viktor about his poor fashion choices

But think about the matching suits at the New Years party for 1926

I mean, seriously, not only is it the exact same style of suit in the same blue-grey colour distinct from everyone else, but they are standing in the perfect spots to be symmetrical to each other. Something that we all know means a lot to this compulsive man

Mordecai must have known there was going to be a big group photo ahead of time and then carefully planned this

Got matching suits made to his and Viktors measurements

Then most impressively convinced/nagged Viktor into cooperating (he may have taken off the tie and rolled up the sleeves but hey him playing along at all is quite a compromise from Viktor "I hate dressing up" Vasko)

Mordecai is intent on making Viktor retire and get out of danger, and avoid a situation where he gets sent to kill him by Marigold because he knows he could NOT do it, and his cover and investigation into Atlas's death would be over

He is horrified that Viktor is still working at Lackadaisy (though he again has to hide how much he cares) and that he has gotten not only hurt again but hurt by Mordecai again (albeit this time indirectly by stealing the guns)

Can this be read as simply platonic comradere? Absolutely

But there is something so *intense* in the fact he was willing to resort to kneecapping him. Its an extreme and desperate act that could only result from intense emotions, seemingly out of character for someone who tries very hard to appear logical and controlled.

While Vikdecai is a very fun ship when imagining them as an actual bickering married couple, I have often said that a tragic one-sided on Mordecai's part version of Vikdecai is the one that fits closest and surprisingly well into the canon.

His nagging and complaining about Viktor in that context take on a Tsundere aspect, both to protect himself from being found out and maybe even try and convince himself the uncomfortable alien feelings aren't there. He not only doesn't want others looking too hard at his feeling he doesn't want to examine them himself all that much

There is a heartbreaking but appealing angst to the idea of this extremely repressed man having such feelings for the first time in his life for his straight best friend and NOT knowing how to handle that. Having to perform the balancing act of being around him so much as his partner but being painfully aware that he can't let anyone catch on, especially not Viktor himself, as it would likely destroy his bond with the only person in town other than Atlas he is close to.

Though tragically he did that anyway later via the kneecapping, which while about trying to keep Viktor safe, he may now looking back try and tell himself its actually somehow "better" for Viktor to hate him for that

Because the big guy now wrongly thinks the feeling is mutual and that Mordecai never really cared about him, which may be better than (what Mordecai assumes would be) disgust at his partners doomed more than platonic feelings

Because he sees those feelings and his situation as a sad perfectly structured joke life has played on him

[realitycanbewhateveridesire]

𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 ✧ 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣

(yes, i am back on my bullshit again. and yes, it's another one. or rather...the og one. granted, my backstory and plot for this perticular dr was always weak. forgive me.)

(this is so pretentious...i'm sorry for being cringy. it makes no sense.)

SETTING THE STAGE: meet ℑRIS

stars in her eyes, moonlight in her hair, her lips are poison. she is cosmos trying to disguise itself as a teenage girl.

chaotic mess personified. a zaunite siren and teenage dirtbag rolled into one.

iris is the current cause of jayce talis' headaches and his source of nightmares. or so he claims, the overdramatic man.

but...let's start from the beggining.

born on the late morning/near noon of year 970 an, iris entered the world with a scream. her little fists already curled, as if with anger at the unjust world, that she was born into. unlike one of her soulmates, she didn't arrive into this world surrounded by wealth and splendors but instead within the walls of a small shack, rickety and barely holding together. located down-low, in the very depths of the sump.

this place would not become her home. neither the woman who birthed her would be known to the girl by the name of mother.

instead the child was left without a mother, in the arms of her freshly orphaned half-brother, viktor. and later on raised by her biological father, viktor leaving for the academy and piltover.

since iris' early years, the girl was influenced by zaun's revolutionary circles. with her daddy and his friends at it's very centre, little iris got first row seats to hearing her father's and uncle silco's speeches. both, damn bastards in their own rights. to her, they were icons. she burned their words, their teachings into her mind. drinking it all up.

among many other things, it was this fact that attributed to her greatest ambition becoming the desire to contribute to the cause of zaun, as well as improving the conditions of her home.

iris was a restless wild child. between that and the healing factor of her magic, it was easy for her to miss the signs of her soulmate connection. the random scrapes and bruises would heal themselves too fast to be noted (don't worry guys, i figured that vi was one of my soulmates later on in my childhood. we aren't a couple yet, cuz idk. i am kinda scared to be in relationship. so, i want it to unfold organically.). her father has put that energy to use. he had her trained in combat and firearms. exchanged favors to have the brightest minds he knew tutor her.

and when she started showing the first signs of inheriting his arcane abilities, he began mentoring her.

iris was a piece of clay to be molded, a blade to be sharpened, his prodigy. and she would develop both her skills and knowledge even after erik was killed. a few days prior to the day of ash.

by the current age of sixteen, iris was competent fighter, artist and tinkerer. and a teenage menace as well.

she was living with benzo and ekko then, the three of them a makeshift family. arguing with the former constantly, angered at vander's and the middle-aged man's passivity towards topside's treatment of the undercity.

somewhere in the trajectory of her life, iris attempted to rob the apartment/workshop of jayce talis alongside her friends. the group was unaware of the dangers posed by the volatile hex crystals stored inside. the resulting explosion has injured both iris and vi, with the former being hit with a powerful blast of hextech magic energy. and unbeknowst to them, their other soulmate was injured too. she was just a wall away, an irony of fate. their soulmate connection meant they kept hurting each other. the three of them would have died, if not for the white-haired girl's self-healing powers. but even those were limited when faced with magic-caused wounds.

violet's siblings: mylo, claggor and powder had reluctantly fled the scene of crime. remaining uncaptured by enforcers.

the three teens eventually recovered, the incident shining light to them being soulmates.

through the series of chaotic shenanigans, both vi and iris narrowly escaped being sentenced to the stillwater's hold prison. and the latter, somehow even managed to become councillor heimerdinger's apprentice. she has been (funnily enough) assigned to viktor and jayce as a student/apprentice thing, to talis' utter horror.

(here is basically where i lose any idea what to script lol. sorry for this not making any sense.)

when it comes to fighting and powers, i have smoke-related powers and self-healing/regenerative powers. for the sake of combat, i also added spider-sense essentially, super speed and strength, as well as flexibilty, agility, etc.

i'm also not gonna lie, i am jinx's rip-off in my dr. i use explosives, guns and blades in combat. along with utilizing my smoke powers to confuse my enemies.

also, as you had guessed from the backstory...my dr is set in act 1 of season 1 more or less.

WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH SOULMATES?

basically, soulmates are a thing in my arcane dr. the thing is...they're very, very rare occurance in runeterra. to the point of becoming a thing of myths/legends. i haven't really specified how the bond works in my dr, but i just headcanon that it manifests different depending on particular connection.

for mine, i take inspo/basically copy the idea from @/somewillwin's caitvi soulmates au. we share pain and injuries.

...

and...i guess that's all i have for now.

if you managed to get through that wall of text, then thank you <3

[nickeverdeen]

Being Viktor’s child in season 4 and others finding out when you call him “dad” over the phone

Luther Hargreeves

During a family meeting, Viktor's phone rings, and he answers it on speaker by accident

Luther's jaw drops when he hears you call Viktor "Dad."

Luther immediately feels a surge of protectiveness over you

He starts asking Viktor about your upbringing and how he managed to keep it a secret

Luther starts seeing himself as an older brother figure to you

Offers to train you in combat, wanting to ensure you're safe

Shares stories of his own childhood, trying to find common ground desperately

Frequently checks in with you to make sure you're okay when something happens

Fully supports Viktor's role as a dad, despite initial shock

Encourages more family gatherings to include you

Diego Hargreeves

In the middle of a mission briefing, Viktor's phone goes off

Diego's eyes widen, and he immediately wants to know who you are

Starts questioning Viktor right there, asking how long was he planning to keep silent about it

Becomes overly protective, offering to teach you self-defense

Feels a bit jealous but quickly gets over it

Tries to be the "cool uncle," showing off his knife skills

Gives you practical advice on staying safe

Wants you to be involved in missions but only if you're prepared

Works on building trust with you, knowing Viktor trusts you

Keeps a close eye on you during missions and around the academy and in general

Allison Hargreeves

In the living room, Viktor is on a call, and the phone is on speaker as he cuts some carrots

Allison's maternal instincts kick in immediately as soon as she hears it

Asks Viktor about your life and why you two wanted to stay hidden

Tries to get you and Claire to bond a bit

Tries to bond with you over shared experiences

Becomes very protective, treating you like one of her own

Gives Viktor advice on parenting and balancing life

Encourages the family to include you in everything

Shows a lot of empathy towards you and understanding

Talks to you about your future plans and dreams, offering guidance

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor is on a call in Klaus's room, and Klaus walks by the phone and overhears

Klaus is stunned, mouth agape

Tries to make a joke to lighten the mood but quickly becomes serious

Immediately accepts you, no questions asked

Wants to be the fun uncle, taking you on adventures

Offers to connect Y/N with any lost loved ones using his powers

Shares life lessons, often through bizarre and humorous stories

Surprisingly protective, wanting to ensure your safety

Tells everyone

Makes sure you feel included and loved in the family

Five Hargreeves

During a strategy session, Viktor's phone rings, and he answers it, but accidentally on speaker

Five's mind races, calculating the implications

Asks Viktor direct, probing questions about you

Doesn’t show it, but really wants to see you

Protective brother mode on

Takes on a mentorship role, offering guidance on problem-solving

Likes to “steal” you from Viktor when you’re not involved in the conversation from time to time to spend time with you

Shows not only a protective side, but more of his soft one too

Gives practical advice on surviving in the chaotic family

Works on integrating you into the family's plans and strategies unless it’s dangerous

Ben Hargreeves

During a heated discussion between him and Diego, Viktor's phone rings, and it’s heardable as he’s close to Ben

Ben is confused at first but quickly pieces things together

Asks Viktor how he managed to keep it secret

Shows brotherly type of concern for your well-being

Takes a cautious approach but is willing to accept you into the family

Becomes protective, especially given his own experiences

Hangs out with you ‘cause you seem the most normal when things go to shit down the south

Offers guidance based on his own life lessons like getting out of being caught doing something

Gains a new respect for Viktor as a father

The “cool badass jail uncle”

Lila Hargreeves

In the middle of a tactical discussion, Viktor's phone rings on speaker

Lila is shocked but quickly recovers

Asks Viktor how long did he want to keep silent and why he kept it a secret

Instantly feels protective over you

Tries to bond with you through shared experiences and fun trouble time

Offers to train you in combat and self-defense (does it behind Viktor’s back if not allowed)

Uses humor and sarcasm to ease the tension

Provides guidance on navigating your chaotic family life

Initially skeptical but quickly grows to accept you

Is glad when she sees your easy bond with Viktor knowing it gets easier to raise kids with time

[thaly-does]

jayvik Hogwarts au headcanons:

Viktor is muggleborn, or so he thinks due to the fact he grew up in a muggle orphanage. Jayce is a half-blood on his father's line, but he spent his childhood in a magical village. Jayce starts taking Muggle Studies for Viktor, but quits early as Viktor shows no desire to keep a connection to the muggle world.

They both get sorted to Ravenclaw. Viktor and Jayce share a dorm cause in Ravenclaw students sleep in pairs!!! They usually use one bed though, cause the other one is for books and other study equipment. They stop sleeping together around the 5th year because it starts to feel... Different. More intimate. They start sleeping together again during the 7th year soon as they start dating.

Everyone is certain they've been dating since the 2nd year.

Viktor has an incurable magical sickness that progresses slightly over time. Jayce spends all his free time with Viktor every time Viktor is in the hospital wing - and that's often, mostly filling him in on studying or reading out loud.

They play wizard chess like... a lot. Jayce gifted a really nice set to Viktor on their first Christmas in Hogwarts. Half the floor in their dorm room is covered in shattered pieces they were too busy to clean up. Viktor is constantly stepping on them, but he doesn't mind.

Jayce stays in the castle with Viktor during all the holidays first couple of years, later they both go to Jayce's home to spend the break there. Viktor also spends last two or three whole summer breaks at Jayce's.

From each visit to Hogsmeade Jayce brings Viktor something he thinks Viktor would like. Viktor isn't allowed to visit (apart from not having permission from the orphanage he keeps getting detention).

Jayce studies Ancient runes (it's one of his favourite subjects). Viktor studies it too from 3rd to 5th year, but doesn't go further. He keeps taking Numerology and Astronomy though.

Last two years they take Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology and Alchemy together. Jayce takes DADA yet Vik doesn't.

Both Viktor and Jayce study Alchemy and they're the only students in their course to do so. It's really... private studying there.

Viktor starts visiting the Restricted section really early on, like 3rd year. It's permitted cause he's so smart. (Will it backfire who knows)

Jayce plays quidditch as a chaser. Later he's made captain. Viktor pretends to hate quidditch (and he does hate flying), but he comes to every training session and every match to root for Jayce. He says it's because he "likes reading outdoors".

Jayce has the reputation of The perfect student. Viktor is the student who asks the "wrong" questions, tries too advanced spells too early and does dangerous experiments. Jayce tries to cover for him but no one ever believes him (even if they truly did it together).

Jayce is made prefect and then the Head boy, although he abuses this power a lot to let Viktor do whatever he wants no matter the rules. Also to take baths together during their last Hogwarts year.

Viktor likes to brew potions in their dorm rooms. One day he tells Jayce that room just stinks of him (it's really because currently Viktor is brewing amortentia). That's how they start dating.

Jayce invents the cure for Viktor's illness two years after graduation.

[kateminttea]

I just wanted to post few tweets about Dark Jayce and Attic wife Viktor AU.

Why I wrote background for this universe AU…at 1 am!? XD

P.S. Possibly will delete in the morning.

Ok, so let's get started. In this AU Silco took Viktor under his wing, when he was a child. During the protest on Bridge Viktor disappeared, so he was counted as one of the people who were killed during the protest. In the end the grief of losing a kid, who for Silco was as his own son led to a situation, where Silco found Vander’s letter and was able to reconsider his relationship with Vander and for them we got something like an alternative universe, but with Vi alive.

Jayce's invention of the Hextech took place later than in series, but it was because of his “partner” 's delicate health, so he spent a few years stabilising it. Furthermore, only few people saw his partner, since because of his health he spent all his time in Talis estate and home lab.

Now let's go a few years back, Jayce met Viktor, when they were kids and he got lost. For him Viktor was his saviour, who found him in scary dark Undersity and brought back home (to Bridge, where Ximena found him).

For a few years Jayce was sneaking into the Zaun to meet with Viktor. He was obsessed with him. Viktor was smart, cute and so beautiful and Jayce was one of the best things in his life (from Viktor words), but that Silco showed up, and Jayce stopped to be the only good thing. There were Silco, his friends and their stupid kids. Silco through his connection was able to get Viktor books and staff that he needed for his study.

Now during their meeting, they weren't speaking only about their research and them. And this is after everything Jayce has done, when every time he went down there he risk his future career and life for Viktor. But Viktor's smile is so bright, when he is mentioning that Powder said her first word, that Jayce just smiles back. He will just wait for the opportunity to show Vik that he is the only thing that he needs.

And soon he got his opportunity. Just before the Bridge Riot, Jayce was sneaking into Zaun as usual (at that time he was around 17 and Viktor 18) and heard people in Zaun whispering about it and decided to use the situation. He just needs to give Viktor his mothers special tea.

During the Riot, Jayce was able to sneak unconscious Vik into his house, where he prepared a room for him in their attic. His mother was very understanding and supportive during all preparations, she was saying that his father was also stubborn at the start of their relationship, but in the end it was a blessed union.

Now the just need some time, Viktor will understand that Jayce is the only thing he needs in his live. Jayce will look after him and take care of Viktor. They will fix his health and than continue their research. And later Jayce will give Viktor his name. They just need some time and Viktor will understand. Chain on the leg and lock on the door is just, so Viktor won’t do something stupid.

Few days later his mom brought a list with names of people who got killed during the Riot from both sides. Viktor's name was there, now no one will look for him. Viktor WILL UNDERSTAND…

[jellybeanium124]

can't think about allison hargreeves these days without getting mad. in s1 half her storyline was about getting back to her daughter and half her storyline was trying to connect with and support her (white) brother. viktor is obviously the leader for that plot while allison is his lancer. oh and her other story is about her and luther, but actually watching that storyline as an older adult has made me appreciate it a lot more. I think the way allison is written in regard to luther is actually novel and well done. allison is used to having control and control over luther specifically, and luther was so abused into being a Good Boy that he's as desperate for allison's affection as he was for his father's. s1 is clearly about how their trauma still affects them and the allison/luther storyline does a good job at that.

and then in season 2 you have the... well I'm not qualified to talk about the tua civil rights storyline. you know that picture of the fucked up gold star with the off center comic sans text saying "you tried"? yeah. it's giving "you tried." and then in season 3 diego and allison have a quick chat about what it was like for her living in 1960s dallas for two years, but of course none of the white sibs are ever confronted by how their time in dallas was different. luther and klaus are so innocently colorblind (derogatory) in season 2 because they're the "good ones" and ugh I should stop talking, someone else could go into this much better than I can.

and season 3 is like, "you tried" part 2. and in season 4 she's supposedly a shit actor and ray left her??? what the fuck?? not only did ray, Ray the Perfect Man leave her and we never see him again, but she can't act??? look I know she used her rumor powers liberally back in the day but I really fucking hated that. and you don't need me to tell you that season 4 sucked so, so hard.

allison hargreeves deserved so much better.

[radioactive-killjoy]

Ekko is, of course, underappreciated

I just finished watching Arcane at the behest of my father, but for the last few weeks I've been getting spoilers on Instagram and Twitter.

Despite this, I've seen little to no conversation about Ekko outside of his relationship to Powder. He's presented to us as an extremely intelligent and resourceful character from the very beginning, and at multiple turns he is doing things that no other character can do. Despite his connection to Benzo, I feel like he fills Vander's space more than Vi does (something I think the show fucked up in s2). With the Firelights, he's attempting to create a space of peace and normalcy.

But also the parallel between Ekko and Jayce; not a single soul that I've ended up seeing has mentioned it. Heimerdinger directly tells us that he sees a connection between the two - his students. But it is Ekko that opens Heimerdinger's eyes, Ekko that pushes him in the research. Ekko, Powder and Heimerdinger create something together that even Viktor at the end of s2 felt was impossible, and in a shorter amount of time. (This show was bad at not giving us detailed time skips, but we know for sure it wasn't years.)

Jayce would have failed at the end if not for Ekko! Everyone loves the relationship between Jayce and Viktor but it likely would have meant nothing if Ekko hadn't cracked the shell. So, I'm frustrated that he's being reduced to losing the potential love of Powder/Jinx.

That being said - I just finished it so I haven't spent much time in the fandom and if these discussions have been had, please point me in that direction, because this was the most interesting part of the whole show!