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Why is it always focus on someone's delicate hands/fingers? what about a woman's robust hands and her firm grip have you thought of that?

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amthn smthn i think there's some symbolism or whatever in the fact that caitlyn has given up her rifle twice for vi. something that is such an important part of her character, almost an extension of herself with how she handles it effortlessly, and how she's willing to give that up for someone she loves with no hesitation.

once in s1 when she sold it to get the elixir needed to heal vi. with little to no hesitation when she realised some form of payment was needed and she had nothing of real value on her. something that means so much to her, that has the symbol of house kiramman on it and is no doubt made from inexplicably expensive metals etc. the one thing giving her some comfort in the form of protection in a place so unfamiliar to her. the only means of protection, given she has practically no hand - to - hand experience, outside of what the enforcers likely teach.

and then again in season 2 when she takes vi to see ambessa. she knows damn well that, after what's about to happen, she won't be getting that rifle back. she can't take it into the commune, so it has to stay behind, and betraying ambessa is a surefire way to ensure she won't be getting it back. but vi needs help, her old man needs help, and caitlyn knows it's the least she can do after what she's done. her rifle is nothing when it comes to helping someone she cares about. someone who's explicitly talked about her grief and the hole it leaves that's incapable of being truly filled. caitlyn has a chance to help fill some of the gaping hole left throughout vi's years of suffering. she'd betray ambessa and leave behind another rifle for her with no hesitation. it's no longer her only means of protection, but it was made specifically for her by jayce, who she hasn't seen in who knows how long and has no idea what happened to him. she holds it dear not only for its use, but for its sentimentality too. yet it pales in comparison to her feelings for vi and her suffocating desire to finally do something right for once. even if it's small and in no way makes up for the pain and suffering she's allowed to fester with her need for revenge, it provides her with the out she needs, that she's been searching for, to START making up for it.

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ALSO cait's ability to walk herself through a crime scene and envision what happened almost perfectly is such an interesting part of her character. and after vi leaves and she's in the shower you can see her playing back through the situation, both of them stood in the rain, and how it shows vi walking backwards as though she's playing it in reverse. like she's trying to go back and figure out what went wrong, if there was a way she could fix it, if something else could have been done that might have made her stay. until her frustration gets the better of her because she can't think of anything and she knows she's lost her

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caitlyn taking cold showers bc she's constantly scared there'll be someone (jinx) concealed in the steam

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"" am i missing something? "" @gambl4r

being a kiramman meant caitlyn was no stranger to the aristocracy of piltover and their lavish, extravagant parties held for a plethora of reasons: some monumental, most inconsequential. expected to one day become head of the house, she was dragged to each party throughout her childhood with no exceptions — save for ailments which may have proven contagious. over the years she'd grown accustomed to upholding the mirage of an avid socialite; feigning interest in hoskel's mindless complaints about almost everything or one sided conversations with heimerdinger as he attempted to 'connect' with the younger generation. shadowing her mother as she flitted from council member to council member, house head to house head, as though some lost duckling in need of constant supervision had festered a loathing for the events.

it didn't grow any less frequent as she aged. yet now, after all is said and done — her mothers death, the war — caitlyn once more finds herself surrounded by bumbling bodies intoxicated with only the finest wines and liquors one could acquire. not by choice, however. an invitation extended to the kiramman family: their presence requested at the latest congregation. tobias couldn't make it. he hadn't been the same since her mothers death, and so the responsibility fell to her. as all things now had. try as she might to pass, her attempts to help heal the undercity would be useless should her name fall to ruin — which, with all she's come to know, wouldn't be beyond the capability of piltover's elites.

socialising had been kept to a minimum, barely able to keep distaste from her gaze and venom from dripping off her sharp tongue in every conversation held with those who viewed her as a traitor for beginning to do what was right. what she should have always done. what piltover should have always done. their foul gazes and words of snide condescension fell deaf on uninterested ears, and as the night dragged on she found herself in the company of sevika. councillor sevika, should she say. part of caitlyn feels regretful for thrusting the position upon her. not under the belief she wasn't capable, but because she knew the council. knew the families who'd taken the place of their deceased. knew that they were not easy nor accepting. that sevika's position would not be taken in stride. yet, despite as much, she knew if anyone were capable of dealing with them it would be her.

well aware of the woman's penchant for silence, caitlyn knew she would provide a much needed moment of respite from the seemingly never ending swell of people who wished to converse with her over the evenings duration. who wanted to pry open the still healing wound of her mothers death to offer their condolences. words hadn't been exchanged, only lowered chins in a brief nod of greeting — caitlyn's tentative, for she is still acutely aware of the damage she'd caused: of what she'd done. yet, as they watched bodies mingle within towering gilded walls, caitlyn can't help but scoff at just how jolly everyone in sight appeared.

caught up in her own thoughts, sevika's question startles her somewhat; lax shoulders tensing, gaze flickering over to her. a sigh, a brief shrug. " you wouldn't think it — " not unless you knew them. knew that they all had their own agenda's, their own desires, their own wants and needs. though she has no doubt the woman at her side had likely figured out as much by now. " — but they despise each other. " there's no specification on who, because it was all of them. loathing passed down through families that never seemed to waver, for everyone had something others wanted for their own. on the outside they smile, laugh, greet one another with loud laughter and welcoming pleasantries. she wonders, sometimes, if they all knew. if they found some odd amusement in their mirage of camaraderie. " every single one of them. "

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caitlyn swearing is such a funny concept to me because she's so posh it sounds so foreign coming from her; who speaks the queen's english, is well articulated, very proper. can you imagine her spitting out 'prick' at someone. so irritated that she can't even think of anything else that she dissolves to petty insults.

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“Omg i hope Cait won’t lose an eye” ok but HEAR ME OUT

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so no one was gna tell me i spelt caitlyn wrong in my header huh

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"" say it. we're all adults here. "" @blistrdcup

disgust. rage. disbelief. every second spent enduring the looming presence of the undercity's kingpin added a new element to the already raging hurricane of emotions that strangled her thumping heart. arms limp at her sides, caitlyn was all too aware of the familiar weight that was absent from her back, rifle long since surrendered and leaving her with no means of protection. perhaps it should be some incentive to bite her tongue. to keep simmering anger from bubbling over, for whatever spills should harm only herself.

her escapades through the fissures of the undercity had been a harsh blow to her naivety: a place filled with so much misery it threatened to sag her shoulders and turn sharp features to an almost perpetual frown just thinking about it. blue eyes narrow, pale fingers curl to tight fists, teeth grit in an undoubtedly futile attempt to keep herself composed enough to emerge from the room alive. the abhorrence that drips from her gaze is stronger, yet no less different to what she'd felt listening to violet relay horrifying story after horrifying story regarding the enforcers. people she had once looked up to, bright eyed and innocent in her desire to help.

" you're a monster. " caitlyn chokes after a lull of silence befalls them in an attempt to hold her tongue: an attempt that failed within seconds. the insult feels almost childish. passing through clenched teeth, words coated with venom as she spits them out so vehemently that her whole body jerks with it. monsters had always been creatures she'd heard of only in leather bound books of fiction. towering creatures with too many eyes, teeth as long as ones forearm and as pointed as sharp daggers, an insatiable lust to devour. yet now, as she stood before silco, the revelation that monsters don't just come as terrifying beings in grotesque forms is a frightening one. that they live amongst her, feigning humanity — bones encased in flesh, voice crisp and steady, demeanor unwavering.

" have you even seen what you're doing to these people? " arm swings out, fist uncurls. gesturing vaguely to the door behind her, caitlyn feels her voice growing louder with an almost palpable despair at the mere thought of the unfathomable degree of suffering she'd witnessed in such a short period of time. " they're dying out there. starving. addicted to shimmer. killing each other and -- and you don't even care! " she wanted to raise her hands. to hold her head in them like she always did when things perplexed her. wrapping her mind around his dismissal of the lives he was ruthlessly ruining was an impossibility — as was trying to comprehend how piltover had let this happen. everything she knew was crumbling to dust around her. all the people she thought were good had been lying to her.

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.”

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Don’t look down wearing a crown

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""you know i'm strong, so if i break this, that's on you."" @gntlets

" violet . . . " arms folded loosely across her chest, sharp features deadpan save for the wary raise of her brow, blue eyes flicker between vi and the jar being tossed effortlessly between her hands — the very jar caitlyn had previously tried, and failed, to open. not for a lack of effort; in fact, she'd struggled for a lengthy five minutes before her frustrations got the better of her. if broad, leather donned frame hadn't come striding through the door to witness her futile attempts, then the offending object would have been placed right back into the cupboard it had been retrieved from.

" you are not going to break it. " eyes roll at the exaggeration of her strength, violet having goaded caitlyn for her inability to crack the 'damned thing' open when she'd observed her intense showdown with the INANIMATE OBJECT alongside irritated mutters asking it why it had to be so difficult. not her proudest moment, she'll admit. yet despite the subtle embarassment she felt at being caught in her struggle, there's a shining of amusement in her gaze. hip cocking to lean against the counter, she nods towards the jar — a silent 'go ahead' to prove just how strong she was.

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A HANDFUL OF MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue most likely taken from taskmaster, adjust as necessary

i was so shit at that.

i don't know what the hell is going on.

you know i'm strong, so if i break this, that's on you.

i'm under a lot of stress.

are you going to explain yourself?

this isn't fair.

there's a peep hole.

what am i gonna do with that?

i wish that was a joke.

was it that bad?

have you tried it?

it could take a few months.

there's something inside this.

i'm good at this! i'm very good.

can you argue with me though?

you look fabulous.

do you chase people?

we'll come back to that later.

was that wrong?

i would have done it... if you'd done your fucking job.

say it. we're all adults here.

whisper it to me.

that's enough!

god, i almost believed you.

look at me!

listen, i don't care about that.

we are lovers.

where's the cheese grater?

live your truth. if you like it, you like it.

i don't feel good saying this.

would you like some dessert?

i didn't say it was going to be funny.

this is amazing.

the least i could do was rob him.

they're all pieces of shit.

i make this look good.

how do you make cereal? do you add the milk first, or add the cereal first?

how dare you.

this has been a weird week for me.

i dressed as spongebob to go to a party.

i find it religiously insensitive.

let's never speak of it again.

are you married?

maybe you and i could hang out sometime.

i didn't realize you had a degree.

can i play a saxophone? no.

there's a dignity in total failure.

you look happy.

i am happy any day that i'm with you.

i just feel like we've got so much in common.

what life choices brought you here?

we're creatures of habit, aren't we?

would you like some champagne?

so... i've set it on fire.

when i don't smile, people think i'm dead.

he needs to smile more.

that's my favorite bee gees song.

i'm in quite a lot of pain.

am i missing something?

here we are!

what's your favorite swear word?

not today, satan.

you're doing so well today!

this is where the magic doesn't happen.

smells nice in here!

nice to know i'll never find love.

i don't know if you can tell, but i feel quite lonely.

shall we hold hands?

neither of you noticed this woman lying on the floor?

it's in your pocket!

don't know what's going on... but then to be honest, i've not had a clue what's going on for most of this.

i don't mean to be rude.

do you feel any sense of shame?

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jst some yaps involving the grey n stuff !

but !! vi explicitly says 'we used the grey to clear the streets.' they didn't just use it on buildings they knew the chembarons would be, but on entire streets. while the areas they released the gas were precise so they could minimise casualties from an impending fight, they still used it on innocent civilians to clear the areas they were targeting. children, elderly, the already sick. no matter which way you look at it, they used the grey on innocent people, regardless of their intentions in doing so, or if they thought it would be the safer option. which perhaps it was. less curious people getting caught in the crossfire, less potential for them to be hit by stray bullets or to be mistaken for one of the chembarons lackeys.

it also appears that cassandra clearly showed what effects the grey had on the body — what seemed to be a sketch of the anatomy of someone who'd been victim to it shown during the video about the vents. while this likely would of been long term effects from prolonged exposure rather than short term, the grey is chemical warfare — an asphyxiant. something that was once a natural thing in zaun thanks to a plethora of different industrial factors, now weaponised and used against them once more in a twisted turn of events. ( just piltover proving they can take and they can give on a mere whim. ) and while they did use it on precise locations, there is no way to control the spread of it. they would have used the vents to clear the area after the fact yes, but during?? they couldn't have any way to control plumes of it from creeping throughout surrounding areas, too far to be extracted when the vents are turned on to clear it. settling on every surface of the homes it enters, sticking to clothes and lingering wherever it goes. not to mention those that couldn't clear out due to potential disabilities + other things.

yet still, caitlyn believed it fair to flood the streets with it for her own quest for vengeance. she's never seen what it does firsthand. doesn't have that trauma many in the undercity undoubtedly have: parents watching their children with weak immune systems succumbing to it, or even the elderly. how children had to watch their parents become riddled to the effects of prolonged exposure, knowing there was nothing they could do except watch them waste away day by day. she hasn't experienced the way it clogs your throat and settles heavily in your lungs, or how it makes your eyes burn and pulse in their sockets, or how it seems to cling to every part of you without reprieve — because she's only ever had a mask while dealing with it. it's inescapable. and because of her privilege and life in piltover, caitlyn doesn't understand just how dreadful it is. perhaps in season 1 she would have downright refused to resort to chemical warfare; but a combination of grief, guilt, rage and the pressure they're under from the council ( also cait's own pressure on herself to get revenge for her mother ) means she doesn't see any other option.

caitlyn's grief is so deep that upon hearing her mother insist that the people of the undercity deserve to breathe, that she had specifically implemented the vents to ensure as much was possible, her first thought was is that it was a beneficial weapon to use. and i just think it's so interesting that if this had been the other way around and someone from the undercity was gassing piltover to find an enforcer that killed their loved one they would get relentlessly hunted. a public trial no doubt: made into a huge spectacle to bring shame to the culprit and stoke hatred for the undercity. but because of both caitlyn's standing and her privilege, alongside piltovers already unsavoury attitude to zaun, she gets a free pass. she'll never have to face any repercussions — at least, not in the form of the law. she'll have to deal with the broken trust of people she'd once wanted to help, but she wouldn't get thrown into the depths of stillwater, not a ray of sunlight to be seen, to be beaten day in day out just for a little entertainment. her house name won't be affected, he wealth won't be affected, her freedom won't be affected.

blah blah yk the drill there's more but the bog is murky this morning

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potential post - canon caitlyn thoughts.

an apology will not absolve caitlyn of what she's done. she knows as much. in fact, she's acutely aware of it. the damage she caused, the pain she'd brought, the fear she instilled. no amount of words will take back what she's done. piltover, forever faithful to its values, still retains its distaste for zaun, and caitlyn knows that if she really wants to help the undercity heal — like she'd once claimed to ekko — then she couldn't align herself with them any longer. she also leaves the badge behind after promoting someone she could connect with to ensure the enforcers would become what they were meant to be: protectors. not tyrants. it doesn't happen overnight, as much as caitlyn wishes for it to, but it's a start. the ball is rolling and she's determined to reform it entirely.

she gives up her seat on the council to sevika in place of the kiramman's. her privilege and high standing, along with the seat rightfully being hers after her mother's passing, leave little room for argument. knowing the councillors, she's fully aware of who they are: that many of them won't be happy with the decision. they won't give sevika an easy time. yet she see's no one better suited for the task. the part she played in the rebellion isn't lost on her: she's fiercely loyal to zaun and its independence, and she knows if anyone could deal with the council and make their voice heard it would be her. she's learnt better than to spring such heavy offers on people, but she extends the seat readily, alongside whatever backing she may need. be it financial, or the dazzling kiramman name. it was about time she used that privilege for good.

she uses her wealth as the head of house kiramman to put together a team to regularly visit the undercity and help however they could: with a heavy focus on shimmer addicts. rather than a bunch of pilties, she searches for that team in the undercity. be it citizens who want to help, or jinxers who's resolves still billowed with determination. food, clothes, water, toiletries. she donates to schools and whatever other shelters there are to ensure zaun's children don't miss out on basic education. as much as she wants to offer the firelights help, she knows she broke that trust long ago. she doesn't expect forgiveness, or civility. throwing around her money isn't going to prove anything, and she understands their refusal of her aid.

caitlyn, while she does feel an immense amount of guilt for the pain she caused, isn't doing it to ease her conscious. it isn't a ploy to make herself feel better for the atrocities she'd endorsed with her actions - and lack thereof, but a genuine attempt to help. the type of help season 1 caitlyn had wanted so desperately to give.

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&. I'M AN EXCELLENT SHOT.