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Can you reblog Nao/Maven headcanons please?

I'll be sure to if I can find them<3

We'll be seeing plenty of Nao/Maven in Act V and VI as it is! c:

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Live streaming more linework for a bandana design :3)

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/holds your hand :3

It gets so bad, at one point Sevika finds herself siding with Jinx over Silco, because, sir, you are reminding her a little too much of her own dad...

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hey just wanted to say i saw you were disappointed that Marcus was on my “arcane fav character” poll but not silco, a lot of other people were. sorry about that, somehow my brain forgot one of my favorite characters even existed (honestly, I’m horrified with myself).

I made another poll without Marcus and with silco, if you want you can look on my blog and find it!

Lmao no worries - people can choose who to put on their polls as they please<3

And I'll be sure to check out the new poll!

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Dustin’s fuckboi theme for FnF: Girl by The Heavy

Come on girl I may not be a superstar I may have one to many scars But i tell you now that i'm the boss I'm the boss belive me Oh girl I'm begging oh girl I got to have you my girl Oh you're the one my girl

DO NOT BELIEVE A WORD HE SAYS, GIRL.

HE WILL KNOCK YOU UP AND THEN AMSCRAY, GIRL.

THE REAL BOSS WILL MAKE AN APPOINTMENT WITH A SHADY DOCTOR, GIRL.

YOU WILL CATCH GONHORREA, GIRL.

G I R L.

(I adore this song so much - I'm sure Dustin has it on his playlist<3)

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I like the idea of in the married AU, Silco makes a deal with Sevika, which is like, should anything ever happen to me, you better get my girls somewhere safe before you even think about helping me

hhgfd

T_T

He would absolutely have her make a promise along those lines. And she'd (very grudgingly) agree, and end up invested in their safety despite her best efforts not to be.

Cue cute but dramatic AU of Mel and Jinx on the run with Sevika while Zaun gets overrun by enemy forces and Silco is forced to go into hiding to protect his own loved ones.

</3

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this is @not-yet-the-wolf on main here to say you've inspired me to rotate a hadestown au on loop ft hades!silco and persephone!mel...

ghhdss heeeeeee<333

I am so happy the madness of this rarepair ship is slowly proliferating little pockets of the fandom >D

Don't eat anything he gives you, Mel! It's a trap!

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The_Eye_of_Zaun: If it isn't clear yet. You are always welcome here, child. And our extra room is yours to use as long as you wish. Even if we have to redecorate it again and again and again until you're satisfied. The_Eye_of_Zaun: You've crossed one bridge in your life. You will cross many more before you're done. But each time you do, it will be easier and easier. Until one day, you'll look back and realize the view from the other side isn't all that frightening. Because you've learned the way of it. How to cross safely. How to move forward. It is, as most things are, a learned skill. The_Eye_of_Zaun: Your sister was never as good at navigating as you are. Nor as good at knowing her limits. You deserved better. And I will always be sorry for not being the one who should've acted sooner. The_Eye_of_Zaun: I will say, though, that I'm very happy to hear you're making friends. If possible, we should have dinner together soon. Do invite your 'rando.' The_Eye_of_Zaun: But warn him that he'll be subject to the same vetting process as a suitor. I am very thorough with those, but Nandi is worse. The_Eye_of_Zaun: Much worse.

Chat messages between Jinx and Silco

This is part of an interactive fanfiction I am currently working on, Please nobody else but @lullabyes22-blog (who will be responding as Silco) respond.

PowPowtheMeowMeow has created Chat titled "Reunion" PowPowtheMeowMeow has changed their username to JinxTheLooseCannon JinxTheLooseCannon has added Silco_The_Eye to Reunion.

JinxTheLooseCannon: The_Eye_of_Zaun?

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Act VI and VII

Much suffering

:')

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we need all types of art in fandoms

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By Vanessa Stockard

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the champion

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Michael Hussar  

“Crown of Thorns”

Hand Blown Glass

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Snippet - Grenade - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco makes an unlikely ally a promise...

tw: mentions of war, rape and suicide.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

By nightfall, they began readying to move. There was a lot to prepare. Weapons had to be divided, ammunition weighed, the routes traced. Then, came the goodbyes. The last-minute hugs and kisses and slaps on the shoulder. Couples split to cover different sectors. Families bid farewells to their children.

Lika, squeezing past Silco to the cellar, left to bid her girls goodnight. From the doorway, hazed in brightleaf smoke, Silco watched her perch on the stairs to soothe them in hushed tones. Their small faces were upturned and trusting. Lika's, lined by hardship, was tender and brave.  She embraced them, and kissed them thrice.

Then she rose, and turned, and climbed up the stairs.

Silco’s eyes caught little Vi's in the gloom. He remembered the days when they'd play together in the cellar: her laughter filling the darkened space like sunshine. Those were good days. Simple days. When her biggest problems were hunger and boredom. When her biggest threats were rats, and tarred hair, and the monsters in the cupboard.

She was just a kid, still. But her eyes held a quiet flintiness. Her spirit was already the size of a mountain.

Just like Vander.

Silco gave her a nod. "Look out for yourself, Pet."

He thought she'd wave. She didn't. Instead, she stared him straight in the eye, as if to say: Look out for us.

Then the door shut fell shut. Lika leaned against the frame, and closed her eyes. For the first time, he saw the glistening streaks of tears down her cheeks. When she noticed his stare, she shook her head and laughed. But the laughter was wet, and the lightness wobbled before collapsing into silence.

"This will work," she whispered. "Won't it?"

"Yes," he said, and he’d meant it. Gods, he’d meant it. "It will."

"All right." She drew in a deep breath, and wiped her cheeks with a brisk gesture. "Silco?"

 "Hm."

"Promise me something." Her eyes were dry now. Unflinching. "You and Vander. You'll keep the kids safe. If I don't... if we don't make it back."

"Lika, that's—"

"Please." She took his arm and squeezed. "Promise me."

He remembers how cold her fingers felt. Like the touch of death, and him the harbinger. But he wasn't her death. He was her comrade. The one she'd once vied against for Vander's heart. But who'd now become her brother-in-arms. She'd given the cause so much. Her work. Her faith. Her loyalty.

The least he could give was a promise. "I will."

"Good." Her hand dropped, then lifted again. Something small, black and metallic was pressed into his palm. "Take this."

He glanced down. A flash grenade. He recognized the make. Topside quality. "Where'd you get this?"

"Janna's Temple. They found it in the rubble, after Bloody Sunday. I filched it from their pile. Told them it was a dud, but I could use it for scrap." Her lips trembled, then firmed. "Now it's a last resort."

"For what?"

"Whatever it takes." She curled his fingers over the metal sphere. "You say the plan will work. I believe you. But nothing's foolproof. I'll be damned if I'm losing my girls to Enforcer's bullets. I'll be damned if I'm dying under an Enforcer's boot—or—or any other part of him." Her features, always pale, went positively colorless. "I'd rather die on my own terms."

Silco opened his mouth. Nothing came out. There was nothing to say.

He understood what she was asking. To be spared, not death, but the worst way of dying. The way Nandi, and so many others had. He thought of the jigsaw of meat and bones in the morgue, and the story it told. He thought of Sevika, and the way her face twisted at the mere mention of Enforcers. He thought of the way the scrappers stared at him. Hungry, like wolves.

And the way he'd stared back. Hungry, like a monster. 

Their monster.

"I can't ask Sergei," Lika said. "He loves me. He'd never agree. And Vander—" Her shoulders quaked. "He loves me, too. Loves me still. He'd choke on the thought. But you. You'll do it, won't you?" When Silco hesitated, her voice roughened. "Please."

"If the worst comes."

"The worst." She smiled, the wrong smile, the one that said a part of her had died already. "When does the worst ever not come? My daughters hiding in the basement. My friends out on the streets with rifles. Piltover grinding our bones. When does the worst ever not come?" She shook her head. "I'm tired of the worst, Silco. And if it comes again—for us, for me—I want to end it. For good."

Their eyes locked. There was no way to say what Silco wanted to say: how sorry he was that their choices were pared down to this, and how they might die for those choices, and how they might still die without any choices left at all.

So he said, "I'll do what's necessary." It wasn't a reassurance between friends. It was a bond between survivors. "I swear."

"I know." She squeezed his fingers, and her smile faded. "You always do."

Then, she was gone.

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huh. HM.. something's not right here