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Finally we have some art to go with the fan-lyrics.—-

Vander: We don’t talk about Silco, no, no, no! We don’t talk about Silco… BUT! It was revolution day! Benzo: It was Revolution day! Vander: We we’re getting ready and there wasn’t a cop in the Lanes. Benzo: No cops allowed in the Lanes! Vander: Silco walks in with a malicious grin. Benzo: Bloodshed! Vander: Oi! You tellin this story or am I? Benzo: I’m sorry, boss, go on. Vander: Silco said “to commit regicide.” Benzo: There’s blood in the waters! Vander: “You’ll have to create genocide.” Benzo: Look out for your daughters! Vander: Our operation was suicide! Benzo: What a casualty— but ANYWAY! We don’t talk about Silo no, no, no! We don’t talk about Silco! Ekko: Hey! Grew up on fear of Silco drugging and mugging. I could always see him scheming and screaming. I associate him with the sound of piercing flesh—Shh! Shh! Shh! It’s a heavy task for my host of fireflies. Gotta cut down all his host of deadly spies. Speaking of ambitions few could understand…. Will you take a stand? Vi: Five foot-frame, needles in his brain! When you play his game, there’s nothing left to gain, Cupcake! We don’t talk about Silco, no, no, no! We don’t talk about Silco! Marcus: He told me I would die. The next day DEAD— Wha— GAH (BOOM!) Sevika: He told me I’m his right hand— and just like he said! (Click) Finn: He said my jaw would disappear, now look who’s talkin!!? You fate is sealed with every ounce of dread! Jinx: He told me that the family of my dreams would be promised and would never die. He told me I was perfect and sly, like the fires that rain from the sky! Mel: Jayce is on his way. Viktor: He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach. Betrothed to another! It’s like I can sense him now. Jinx: Hey Cait, I want not a sound of you! Viktor: I can see him now. Caitlyn: Um, Silco. Yeah about that Silco. I really need to know about Silco. Give me the truth and the whole truth, Silco! Brothel Owner: Violet, Sevika is here! All: Time for Battle! Five-foot frame (It was Revolution day, it was revolution day) Needles in his brain! (We were getting ready) When you play his game (and there wasn’t a cop in the Lanes) there’s nothing left to gain! (No cops allowed in the Lanes!) Yeah, when you play his game. (Silco walks in with a malicious grin) there’s nothing left to gain! (Bloodshed!) Oi, you tellin this story or am I!? I’m sorry boss, go on. Silco said “to commit regicide”. (Five-foot frame, needles in his brain) You’ll have to create genocide. Our operation was suicide! He’s here! Don’t talk about Silco! Caitlyn: Why did I talk about Silco? Not a word about Silco! Caitlyn: I never should have brought up Silco!

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Hi, I love a lot of your meta and analyses. Especially for Arcane. One thing that's bothering me is what exactly was Silco's reputation among the Lanes in act 1? It's odd how Vander seems to say he's worse than enforcers, and Benzo even calls him an animal and immediately tries to charge at Silco after Grayson's death. But we know that Silco only became this ruthless AFTER his attempted murder by Vander. So during the old times when Vander and Benzo knew him, Silco was apparently a "weak man" who wasn't nearly as violent as Vander. So what gives?

Sure, the "animal" line could just be because of the brutal way he killed Grayson and the enforcers, but idk, the way he immediately charges Silco no questions asked seems to indicate something deeper. It's funny too, because Silco murdered only the enforcers that were arresting Vander, and didn't even want to kill Vander until he rejected Silco's plan and refused to join him. So if Benzo just stayed calm and kept his hands to himself Silco would've probably kidnapped them both. Hell, without Benzo's murder hanging over Vander's head, maybe he could've even be persuaded to rejoin Silco for another try at revolution? But the story needs him to refuse, so ofc Benzo had to die.

I'm just wondering why exactly, if Silco was known as the less violent one before Vander tried to kill him, then why do Benzo and Vander in act 1 treat him like he's been a devil the whole time. Did they maybe catch wind of his unpleasant activities while he was underground and building his revolution plans?

Hi Anon! What a great ask! And thank you, you make me blush. It's nice that my horrendous Arcane brain rot actually serves some purpose somehow x'D

This is a very good question and a difficult one—because of the writers. I'm not sure if they really know or care to make sense of Silco and Vander's past. The timeline is shaky and vague. I think they were happy to leave things quite mysterious. Some of us desperately try to unravel it, but the bulk of viewers took it all at face value and concluded that Silco is a horrible man who did horrible things.

This is not me bashing other fans, all theories are valid, but I must admit sometimes I wonder if the Arcane writers managed to convey their point across. Because I've seen quite a few people theorise that Silco did something truly horrible and 'deserved' to be killed by Vander, despite the lack of evidence or accusation, or the show going to great length to harp about Vander's potential for change, of his "monster within" who caves in skulls with his fists.

(Not to mention the casual fans who thought the sun shone out of Vander's ass because they couldn't see past Vi's pov and didn't do dozens of obsessive rewatches like yours truly).

My point is that their relationship is pretty complicated and there are plenty of dissenting theories. And I think a lot of people go one way or the other precisely around those moments you mention. I'm going to give you my theory, but it's very fanon. I'm genuinely a lot less certain about this than some of my other meta. It's just what gels for me considering how I interpret the rest of the show.

I'm going to put this under a cut, because there's a lot!

What exactly was Silco's reputation among the Lanes in act 1?

I don't think Silco was weak. That's him reframing his trauma. Not just weak physically (like obviously he could never fight Vander off fairly), but for having trusted him. Weak for not seeing the betrayal coming, and not coming on top of that conflict. He calls his old self weak because he must believe in his own progress, his own resurrection into a being who can enact his plans at last. 

I think Silco was a beacon of hope and zealotry. I think he was a propaganda machine. Young Silco united a lot of Zaun under the banner of his dream. He probably worked hard, and led the movement. From the way their dialogue goes, the accusation of betrayal, saying "I trusted you", and the manner of Silco's attitude around Vander, I'm of the (generally not that popular) sentiment that Silco was the leader of the early rebellion, and that Vander was his follower. Most likely his right hand man.

In fic I've theorised that Vander, who tells Vi he used to always be so angry and violent, didn't have a channel for said violence until Silco gave him structure and a purpose. Directed that violence at Piltover, at creating (read, carving out) the Lanes.

Which, FYI, are NEVER clarified. We don't know if it's a business model or a territory or both. Writers truly don't care to explain it.

Anyway, Silco speaks of "our dream" and then uses "brother" with a LOT of irony laced in, in reply to Vander's own use of the term. They used to be brothers in arms and Vander believed in that dream. We also know that Vander used to fight for the cause and claims he's "not that man anymore".

He basically was fighting for team Silco—team Zaun—right until the day of the betrayal.

Then we're told by Vander that Silco had his respect, the Lanes' respect, "but that... was never enough for you". We're also told by Sevika that Vander created the Lanes.

This suggests to me that Silco and Vander created the Lanes together. 

I assume that over time Vander started seeing Silco's plans as too greedy, while leading the Lanes seemed ideal. 'Good enough', if you will. Vander is small minded where Silco is aiming for the sun. One wants too little and the other too much. Silco says they 'shared a vision, dreams of freedom, not just for the Lanes but for the whole of the Underground, united as One'. They used to dream of Zaun together... And then Vander realised Silco would tear the Lanes apart if it would serve his purpose (to attack Piltover). 

I think he didn't believe it'd work (and given what we see of Piltover vs. Zaun before shimmer, it might not have), and realised he wanted to rule the Lanes. Vander would now see Silco's dreams as too dangerous.

I know some people in the Zaundads community who theorised that Vander was influenced in turning on Silco by Benzo or others. It's not my prefered theory.

I think Vander wanted the Lanes for himself, and knew that Silco was too zealous to ever stop. We don't know why he got so (intimately) violent. Why they were in the Pilt. We see Vander first very cold, slowly drowning Silco, then very hot and brutal, once he's been hurt. I think he was very different indeed from the genial Vander we know in arc 1. Young Vander is the guy who carved the Lanes with his fists. The guy who built the reputation old Vander still coasts on. A guy known by foreigners! In short, it doesn't really help to look at him through the old Vander lens. He did what he did..

And THEN, he hid the (most likely black and contaminated) wound from Silco's knife. While Silco wears his scar unashamed for what must be a decade or two, Vander has his arm constantly covered. This speaks of shame to me. We know he had regrets too :

Truly a young, impulsive, violent man, who rushed into a bad decision and has regretted it since. I can picture a young Vander missing his best friend, his guiding light, and yet finally becoming the leader he wanted to be. Curtailing Silco's uprising entirely and settling, at least until his own revolt. 

We know there was only one time where the rebellion went ahead, and that was well after Silco left. Vander, to the assembled Lanes people, says "we crossed that bridge once before". It's the era where he still had Silco's respect, but was immediately followed by his pact with Grayson. Which Silco knew of.

Sorry... I'm rambling to try and get all the details in... Almost there.

Finally we come to Vander holding his (shamefully hidden) wound and saying "there's worse things than enforcers out there, we both know that."

And I'm not sure WHAT HE MEANS!! Like, this is not proof he knows Silco is alive. My personal feeling is that Vander believes there's a chance Silco might be alive, but he's not actively taking precautions like that's a possibility. Silco's attack wouldn't have come out of left field and taken them so completely by surprise otherwise.

There are plenty of things worse than enforcers. Including himself!! He could mean competing chembarons. He could mean someone wanting his seat. He could mean anything, it's infuriating. 

Anyway, I think Vander came back from the Pilt with a bad stab wound and a story. I think he told everyone that Silco attacked him and died. That he turned traitor. Or any other bullshit story. But I believe he did what any new illegitimate ruler does, and shat all over Silco's reputation. Or else cried some crocodile tears over him and called him dead. But Silco never stepped back into the open, so Vander making him persona non grata is more likely. 

Whatever the case, Vander had completely taken over the Lanes by the time Silco was in good enough health to show up.

Did they run into each other? Did Vander scare him off again? I'm not sure, but I don't think so. Vander looks way too shocked when he realises who's showing up at the murder party. This isn't the expression of someone who is used to thwarting schemes. This isn't the Batman's face when the Joker appears with mischief around a street corner.

Meanwhile, why would Benzo react so negatively to Silco? The well respected man who was betrayed (a fact Vander owns up to and APOLOGISES for), who was half drowned and mutilated by Vander's hand... Yet Benzo immediately calls him an animal (which, you're right, could be in reaction to stepping into a mass killing—which, fair), and tells him to "crawl back into whatever hole he came out of."

I feel like this is the reaction of someone who thinks "wow, it's the cunt who harmed my bestie 20 years ago and (insert Vander's lies about him). Who knew he was still alive?"

Meanwhile, Vander looks like it's judgement day. I think he has excellent reasons to be afraid. He stole the Lanes, destroyed Silco's dreams, ruined his rep, drove him out of the Underground... and somehow Silco stayed under the radar all this time? And now he's got killer monsters? Of course he'd be scared. Vander knows how intense Silco used to be, and knows how guilty he himself is. I think he believes all bets are off. Precisely because Silco never had a reputation as a weak man. 

I mean, consider! If Vander was mega violent under Silco's guidance... If they built the Lanes together... If Silco was the leader who helped Vander redirect his rage... Then Silco clearly didn't mind being extremely violent. He didn't mind unleashing "the Hound" on the people who stood in the way of Zaun. 

((I think Silco's "weak" narrative is a self soothing framing device. That he's recontextualising himself, making a philosophy of life. After all, he tries to use these same terms to speak to Jinx about her own trauma, while failing to grasp that while he was at his weakest, Powder was at her strongest. His personal motto of letting the weak die doesn't work for Jinx.))

It's very revealing that Vander says "Benzo stay back!" and Silco says "you never did know when to walk away." Like if he'd stayed back and then walked away, he'd have been fine. I fully agree that this tells us that Vander thinks Silco is only after him. That he wouldn't kill Benzo needlessly. Needless deaths were probably never Silco's style, as someone wanting to 'unite' the Underground. And after all, he's not even here to kill Vander, but to recruit him.

So, yeah... In conclusion (at last lol) 

Silco was never weak, simply too big a dreamer, someone who wouldn't surrender his lofty ideals for the reality of being one of the most powerful men in the Undercity. Ultimately he got in young Vander's way. Vander impulsively sacrificed Silco for his own desire to rule the Lanes. Then he turned around, shameful and regretful, and lied to everyone about it as he usurped Silco's place and became the Lanes' sole leader. 

(I personally theorised in several fics that the last Drop was actually Silco's, and that Vander took over it after the betrayal, partially explaining why Silco never leaves the place after his own takeover. Complicated feelings + it was his and fuck Vander lol)

I don't believe Benzo or Vander have any clue about Silco's plans, and simply react based on what they know and imagine (Benzo based on whatever Vander told him, and Vander based on how fucked he has to be and how insanely dedicated Silco must still be). I believe Vander has a lot of double agents in his midst (Sevika, Syd), and people who've been keeping tabs on him for years. 

Counter-argument : Marcus says he spoke to one of Vander's "old friends" and that he "wasn't always so peaceful". You could think this may have tipped Vander off... But how many people did he leave behind or crush when creating the Lanes? How many people hate him for leading the failed uprising? I think it's still plausible that Vander doesn't suspect Silco's involvement. 

Vander just lacks cunning. Another final argument for him being totally clueless is that he had a direct line to Grayson, and a quick, 'Hey, okay I'll tell you who stole your stuff' pointing fingers towards Silco would have entirely solved the situation for him.

Yet he never is shown to consider it. 

PHEW. I think that covers it?? I think I covered every point? At least that's how I interpret this situation, even though it relies heavily on my own fanon readings of the timeline and a lot of other details. 

If anyone disagrees with this, or wants to double down, as always go crazy. I love me a meta pile on. 

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

A Timeless Cycle

(Hi, I'm sorry this legit sucks I was bored as hell and was half asleep when this was written.)

“I know you’re there, so why hide?” 

Ekko spoke over his shoulder, only turning his head just enough to see someone jump down from the beams above his bed as they giggled.

“Why not? It’s more fun that way.” You chuckled, seemingly comfortable in his hideout. In his room.

“It’s fun sneaking away from your so-called “Father” to meet up with me? You hate me.” Ekko finally turned around, dropping his wrench he previously used on the busted hoverboard.

“That's not the whole truth, now is it?” You smirked, Ekko shaking his head at you.

He hated you. 

He hated the way you looked at him like all those years ago.

He hated how you acted as if nothing happened.

He hated how you and your sister chose Silco, and not him.

But he didn’t hate you.

His best friend. The one he had a crush on. The one he stayed up all night with in Benzo’s shop. The one he hopped roofs with. The one that overcharged rude customers with.

The one that helped him with his inventions.

The one that followed the Topsider with him all that time ago. The one that went on the heist with Vi, Claggor, Mylo and Powder.

The one who went with Powder that night.

The one who he found months later and begged to come with him, and the one who turned away from him and joined Silco.

The one he saw shoot one of his friends, who looked almost like you, in the back.

The one he painted on the wall.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Ekko shook his head, scowling at you. 

“Because, you let me in.” You shrugged, walking around his room and looking over the gadgets on the wall, so calm and care-free.

“The hell I did.” Ekko denied, walking over to you and taking away the photo from your hands. “Yes, you did.” You laughed, turning around almost with your chest against his.

“You would keep me out if you wanted to, but you don’t. Why don’t you ask yourself that?” You mused, tilting his chin up with your finger.

“You need to leave.” Ekko said, but not making any attempt to move away from you as you put your face closer to his, with that smirk on your face he knew all too well.

“Why?” You asked, tilting your head almost to seem innocent in this situation. “You didn’t feel the need to say that the other day when you-” 

You started, cut off as Ekko covered your mouth, still hearing the laugh behind his hand that fell from your lips.

“Why do you feel the need to send me away? I mean, you wanted me to come to you. So why should I leave?” You said once you moved Ekko’s hand from your mouth.

“Because you don’t just get to come into my life and uproot it.” Ekko finally said, causing your smile to drop.

“How would I uproot it when you’re the one who saved me?” You scoffed. 

“I spent so much time fixing my life after you turned away from me, you can’t just keep popping back in when you feel like it.” Ekko spoke, only to see the smile on your face, always like you were amused every time he talked to you.

You ducked under Ekko’s arm, walking to the door as you spoke over your shoulder.

“We both know how this ends, Ekko. With you coming back to me, either it be when you kiss me or when that one time you felt the need to-”

You were cut off, spun around by Ekko as he lifted you up, placing his hands under your thighs as you laughed and wrapped your legs around his waist with your arms around his neck.

You were pushed up against the wall, feeling Ekko hiss your neck while sliding his hand under your shirt, you returned the favor to his own.

You giggled; your giggles muffled as he once again connected your lips to his.

This is always how it ended, with Ekko’s lips on your, with your back against the wall.

Over and over again in a timeless cycle.

Ekko hated you, but not enough that he couldn’t enjoy the way your lips felt on his and how his lips felt on your neck.

Plus, he liked waking up to see the aftermath of his and your doing.

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Arcane act 1 characters as furries!!!

From left to right: Vander (brown bear), Claggor (giant panda), Vi (Dingo), Mylo (raccoon), Powder (Thylacine), Ekko (merlin), and Benzo (wild boar).

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Chapter 17: Corrosion

I'M SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE 5 MONTHS!!! Tbh this was probably the hardest chapter I've had to write thus far and it was just not working with me. But honestly combined with the new Warwick trailer, and the amount of people flooding into my account and mass-reading my stuff lately??? Thank you so much for the motivation y'all, it really means a lot <3

So without further ago, have this 3k word chapter!

Masterlist

It had taken nearly an hour just to settle the crowds once the officers had left. An entire mob of people, suddenly panicked and in need of a level head to tell them what to do and how to feel. So, by the time Benzo was actually able to walk into the backroom of the arena, the anger that coursed through his veins had (somewhat) been able to cool down, no longer quite boiling over. Now replaced by anxiety that fought with his typically cool-headed mind that was trying to remind him to be rational. The pain in his side wasn’t helping none, of course. His lungs were already shite, but that Enforcer slamming the butt of his gun into his ribs hurt like a bitch… He took a deep, calming breath, ignoring the burning protest of his lungs.

Emotions are never good for business.

“They’ve gone too far this time.” Silco spat, slamming the door as he entered the room behind Benzo. “I mean, storming in here like they own the place, waving their guns around? That’s a new low, even for them.”

“And Min?” Benzo asked, sliding a hand through his thin brown hair, urging his breathing to remain even. Silco nodded, waving his hand as if she were an additional afterthought. Benzo thought about Min getting arrested, the way they threw her to the ground like she was nothing, and suddenly he felt the need to slap Silco upside the head. Bigger fish, he reminded himself. “They’ve never made this much of a show for an arrest before. Grayson knows we’re important down here, and now she’s aiming to take us out of commission.”

“Min’s been arrested just as many times as the rest of us.” Silco argued. “She's strong, she can handle it. Standard protocol; get some bail money together, we run down to the station at first light-” “Are you seriously that petty?” Benzo stepped forward, facing Silco face-on. His tone was careful but carried a weight to it. “This was a godsdamn army, for what? Arresting one lass? This goes beyond your  fucking ‘protocol’!” 

Silco stepped up, meeting Benzo eye-to-eye. Benzo could see the anger in his eyes, flames of passion, he knew the look well amongst his fellow Zaunite revolutionaries. He only wished that he could believe that any of those flames burned for their missing sister-in-arms, but that would be expecting him to put his own anger aside for the good of the cause, for the good of others. And Benzo knew that wasn’t about to happen. 

Taking a deep, attempting-to-be-calming breath, Benzo disengages from Silco’s fury, centring back his focus to address both of them. Noting Vander was still silent, glaring the same hole into the ground.

For fuck’s sake, he thought to himself. 

“You two are the fucking leaders here, aye?” Benzo barked. “So where’s yer fucking plan of attack? What do we do? We’re gonna break her out, right?”

Silco’s the one to speak up, of course, shaking his head aggressively. “Are you kidding me? If we’re caught anywhere near top-side, we’re landing ourselves in a cell right next to her. We’re too conspicuous, too high-profile, and Grayson obviously has her eye on us.” Benzo made a move to fight against Silco, but Vander finally chooses to speak up.

“He’s right. We go running in after her, even all the cogs in the world won’t be able to pay her way out. Odds are, we get clinked too. Then what good are we?”

“Oh give your head a shake!” Benzo exclaims. “We could fucking try!”

Vander’s jaw tenses. “This isn’t a ‘run in half-cocked’ sort of deal.”  Bento scoffs, eyes practically rolling out of his head.

“So…what? We can do…nothing, then? Is that right?”

Vander takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as if he’s focussing on his breath. “Nope. But I think I know who can.”

***

It’s rather unfortunate that, out of all the things you could have inherited from your mother, the recurring habit of getting arrested was one of the more notable.

Also unfortunate that cops are capable of learning.

“Minerva!” Grayson’s voice, practically spitting out your name, had caught you off guard. Your eyes glazed over, looking off to the side. From your spot, seated on the ground with your captured hands sticking out awkwardly in front of you, most of her face hidden by shadows. All the light filtered in through the barred window on the door to your cell, a torch light. The cell was completely lightless, almost a pit of darkness. Dank, dark, and too quiet to be peaceful. But what you could make out from her appearance, you could see wrinkles formed between her eyebrows and a deep sneer. 

“Sorry Commander, I must have dozed off there for a moment.” You finally responded. “Welcome to my humble abode! I’d offer you a drink, but I’m a little…tied up, at the moment.” You lifted your hands, ignoring the cramped feelings in your muscles and joints. The thick metal that encased your hands wore you down, like holding a weight you had no consent in holding, and no ability to put down. 

She didn’t respond to your jest, simply continuing to stare down at you, face like stone but the underlying disgust ever-present. Tough crowd.

“The counsel has been sent the details of your case and are currently discussing further actions.” She explains. “But it’s customary that someone speak with you directly before any major decisions are made.”

“Gonna be a short conversation,” you note, “y’know, on account of the fact that I’ve done nothing wrong. But I suppose everytime something bad happens, us ‘fissure folk’ are to blame, huh?”

She moves on, as if she doesn’t even hear you. “Your nose looks like it hurts.” She notes. Her shoulders are less square than you’ve seen them before, she’s more comfortable here than when you’ve seen her in the Underground. Although you’ve seen her without her helmet before, notably at the apartment when she first introduced herself, seeing her whole face here felt…oddly personal. 

You twitch your nose, feeling the dull pain spike between your eyes. “Pretty, ain’t it?”

“Wanna tell me about the girl who did it? Looked to be a girl by the name of…” she looks down at a file you hadn’t realized she was holding. “Sevika, right?”

Your eyes glance down at the file. Just how many names did they have? “I don’t know, it’s all a little…fuzzy to me. Pretty sure it could have been one of your guys, you know, when they forced me onto the ground and locked up my hands without probable cause.” 

She looks back down at you, eyes cold and unamused. “Are we really going to do this?”

“Do what?” She closes the file and reaches into her pocket. Pulling something out, she shows it off to you with an extended arm. 

“Look familiar?” It’s hard to make out what she’s showing you at first, but slowly you work out the details. A piece of fabric, red cotton. It was wrinkled and stained beyond saving, but there was a darker, fresher stain around most of it that hadn’t been there last you had it. Of course it was familiar, you’d been wearing it-or ones like it-most of your time in the lanes. The bandana that used to be a staple of your wardrobe, now bloody and in the hands of the Chief of Enforcers. 

Your mind flashes to the job just a couple weeks ago, when you’d left the fabric tied around the thigh of that Enforcer you’d attacked. You can feel your heartbeat raise ever so slightly. There’s no way they could have actually linked you to the crime with just your bandana.

“Nope.”

“Really? Cause in all of your mugshots, you’re wearing one just like it in your hair.” She pockets the fabric again. “I notice you’re not wearing one now. Lose it recently?”

You shrug, tilting your head back. “Is changing hairstyles a crime now? I’ll have to let my salon know.”

“Can you account for your whereabouts from three nights ago?”

“You’ll have to ask your mother, I believe I was at her house.”

She rolls her eyes and takes a long, deep sigh. “Minerva,” her tone is calm, but irritable. Like she was scolding a small child. 

You mimic her, rolling your eyes as well, but significantly more dramatic. “Grayson.”

“I am aware that you and your…compatriots may be used to certain lax standards. But I can assure you that physically assaulting one of my officers is not something I intend to easily brush under the rug.” Your hands attempt to fidget within their constraints, your bones buzzing with the need to move them. “I know the man you hurt, he's a good officer. He has a family, a wife and child. Are you really going to allow your anger to blind you so much that you’re willing to take away a child’s father?”

You lean forward, the chains rattling with your movements. “Several of the people your officers pointed a gun at tonight have families too. Those ‘good officers’ you have, they attack and aim firearms at women and children on a daily basis.” Gone was your mocking tone, your light-hearted facade. “You attack our people in our streets, in our businesses, in our homes. But hey, it’s different right? We’re all just fissure-folk trash to you.”

“And that justifies you nearly killing one of my men?” 

You kill hundreds of ours.

Your jaw tightens, biting your tongue. She’s not going to goat you into a confession that easily.

“I didn’t touch ‘your man’.” You finally respond, sitting back against the wall. “And if all you brought me in for was some half-baked story built around a piece of red cloth…well, it’s good to see you’re just as incompetent as your predecessor.”

The room falls silent, both of you glaring daggers at each other. You swear the room grows colder, the cold stone walls looming over you more and more with every passing, silent moment. You tried so hard to focus on the woman in front of you. Maybe if you were more aware, better able to scan her and read her body language, you could find something on her. Find something that you could use against her. But all you could focus on was your bones burning with the urge to use your powers, fanned on by the anger that’s coursing through you. You needed to get out of these damn constraints!

The door to your cell opened again, and another officer poked his head in. This one was much younger, and clearly very nervous. Twitchy eyes looked over from you, to his superior, just as Grayson’s head snapped back to glare at him.

“I gave orders that we weren’t to be disturbed.” Grayson snarled, and you could see the officer practically jump out of his skin in fear.

“Um…I’m sorry Ma’am. But uhh, you see…there’s someone demanding your presence outside.”

“What?” She dug into her pocket, fishing out a silver pocket watch. “It’s not even dawn yet. The doors to the station don’t open for another hour.” 

“There were, um,” his eyes dart over to yours, and the obvious anxiety in his gaze makes you smirk. “Very insistent.”

They? God, please tell me the guys didn’t decide to come…

Grayson lets out a long, heavy sigh of frustration. Stuffing the pocket watch angrily back into her jacket and snapping her folder shut, she begins to storm off out of the room. Just as she grabs onto the heavy metal door, however, her head whips back to stare directly at you. Her eyes, furious.

“We’re not done here, you understand.” It wasn’t a question. 

Lifting your shackled hands to your forehead, you give a mocking-serious face and a curt nod. “Aye aye, cap’n.” 

The door slams behind her, and immediately your mind begins to spiral. The guys can’t have come here, they wouldn’t. Sure, it was basic protocol that all of them would immediately jump to bust the others out of prison whenever one of you got pinched, but this wasn’t your typical riot-crashing or pickpocketing charge. Closing your eyes, you try not to linger on the blurry images of the raid. The white hot shock of fear upon seeing a gun pointed at Narco, Skye, and little baby Vi. The way the frequency of the Enforcer’s guns seemed to scream at you in such large quantities. The fear, all but palpable within the arena as people either were pulled into the fight or ran for their lives. The thought of Benzo being clubbed down, Silco with a knife against his throat and hands raised in surrender, the rage in Vander’s face as they placed you in cuffs. 

This wasn’t like any other run-in with the cops that you’d experienced. This was a whole other level, and you knew that if the guys tried to fight you out or pay anyone off; they’d wind up in cells just like yours. 

You tried not to let your mind linger on that image for too long, either. 

Your throat started to burn with the tears you wouldn’t let yourself shed, your thoughts spinning in and out of control, and you pulled your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. Trying ever so hard to calm your breathing. Please let it not be them out there…

Loud shouting filtered in through the cracks below your cell’s door. You couldn’t make it out, even if you tried, or even how many voices there were, but you could tell it was definitely heated. Were those the guys, fighting tooth-and-nail for your release, only to get shackles placed on them as well? Forced to the ground, kicking and screaming, and arrested in front of a huge crowd with your rage-filled family, forced to watch?

You could only anxiously listen in, your ears straining to hear the muffled sounds as you sat, uselessly, in your stupid little cell. This continues on for what felt like an eternity, but most likely what would have been only half an hour. Until, finally, the door to your cell swings open. On the other side, a very pissed-off Grayson. The flames of her rage practically emanated across the room, getting warmer and warmer as she stormed over to you, keys in hand.

“You got lucky again, Minerva.” She grunts out as she leans down, grabbing your shackles with probably more force than necessary. As she begins to unlock your restraints, your hands slowly begin to regain movement ability, you can feel the energy of your magic slowly flood back into your fingertips. The vibrations of all the metal around you, singing to you like a beautiful orchestra. You could only shut your eyes, the flood of emotions that came with your powers almost overwhelming to your already anxious body. You didn’t even realize that Grayson was still speaking. “-won’t be the last time you’ll be in one of my cells, I can promise you that.”

“What’s going on?” You couldn’t help but ask. You know you sounded pathetic, but this was honestly not how you pictured this going down.

Grayson laughed, but it sounded more like a scoff. “All you Underground folk, all you do is play dirty. Lying and cheating, it comes to you like breathing.”

That didn’t answer your question, but as Grayson slapped a normal pair of handcuffs on you, using them to force you up to your feet, you felt it was better not to ask followup questions. She dragged you by your arm out of your cell and into the all-too familiar main chamber of the Enforcer’s main station. On the other end, however, much to your surprised wasn’t the boys. Rather, two female figures. 

“Minerva!” Not even your mother’s cry was enough to shake you fully out of your shock as she surged forward, throwing her arms around you in a tight embrace. Out of habit, you tried to return your embrace, only to quickly remember your shackles. 

“Mom, what are you doing here?” You asked, quickly pulling away to look down at her with furrowed brows. “You shouldn’t-”

“The boys phoned me!” Her salt-and-pepper hair wasn’t in its usual braid, still down in flowing waves, showing that she had come straight here from bed. Her thick winter coat had been thrown on overtop of her wool nightgown, and her boots were unlaced. 

“They phoned both of us.” The second figure spoke up, Niya’s tone was stern, moreso than you think you’d ever heard from her. Her citrus-coloured hair was messier than how it had been at the arena, and there was a new cut along her lip that she must have gotten during the raid. She looked tired, but more than that, she looked mad. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” You looked back down at your mom. “But, why-”

“Your mother and Ms. Niya have negotiated for your release.” Grayson’s words were heavy, and she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding her snarling face. With begrudging movements, she reached down, unlocking your handcuffs. “You’re free to go.”

Before you really even have a moment to wrap your head around what’s happening, your mother is pulling you away from the captain, all but dragging you towards the door. “Come on,” she whispers to you, “we need to get out of here.” But your eyes are still stuck on Grayson’s, the rage flowing off of her body in waves. 

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon, Minerva.” She spits.

With all the confusion swimming around in your mind, you try to think of something to say; one last quip to gain the extra hand. You’ve held your ground for so long here, and yet, the only thing you can really think to say is, “looking forward to it.”

[simpingforsilco]

Okay, But Where Did Silco Learn To Talk Fancy Like That?

Has he always been like this? Everyone else in The Undercity doesn't seem to care.

Vander: This is my new buddy Silco! I met him in the mines and he wants to help us with our revolution!

Silco, extending his hand: It is my greatest pleasure to be acquainted with a fellow accomplice.

Benzo: Wtf did he just say??

Vander: You get used to it.

[lady-griffin]

Uh-oh

Ekko: Later Powder! Bye! I'll see you tomorrow!

Benzo: Uh-oh. Somebody's in love.

Ekko: Yeah, right. I just think Powder's cool, okay? It's not like I lay awake at night thinking about her.

*Ekko wide awake in bed that night*

Ekko: Uh-oh.

[conretewings]

Better Left Said (Vander x OC) NSF/W

-Oh hi yes *nervous laugh* Enjoy this random and utterly self-indulgent idea. Featuring younger (early twenties) versions of Vander, Silco and Benzo in the days of building The Lanes as well as Rosemary, who works at both her family's repair business and as a singer at bars and clubs. Lots of banter and spicy flirting. EDIT: Header image by the wonderful @thefutonhermit

-Vander x OC. Alcohol and smoking. Very suggestive content. 18+ only please

"What?" asked Silco, leaning closer to Vander, "I don't remember anything about chips."

Vander pinched his brow and sighed, "No, I said 'shipments'-maybe this wasn't the best place to meet up today..."

Friday nights were always crowded and noisy at Iron Bear, one of the group's favorite taverns. The owners knew them and knew their...illicit business, but didn't care so long as they brought in more coin than trouble. Vander, Silco and Benzo had their usual corner booth, paperwork spread on the table and discreetly arranged so no prying eyes could see the contents. Trying to build a black market empire was a complicated and dangerous affair, but they knew if successful it would be a boon to the Undercity's people...and a critical step toward their ultimate goal.

Benzo cleared his throat, reached forward and ran his finger over a list of figures on one of the pages, "Everythin' looks ta be in order. Those crates of gunpowder and-"

A loud whooping and whistling interrupted him as the three young men quickly hid their papers a little more, then looked up to see the object of the hullabaloo; a woman picked through the crowd, dark chocolate curls bouncing-along with other assets-her denim jacket doing little to cover her low-cut silken green dress that caught the light and cast an almost ethereal halo around her.

Vander found himself staring, an increasingly all-too-familiar warmth blooming in his chest and time seemed to slow as he watched her, all radiant smiles and quick, graceful movements, her curves flawlessly framed by her dress. They'd been friends for a few years now, but more and more he'd been finding himself looking at her through a different lens, one that made his heartbeat kick up a notch or sometimes embarrassingly, other parts very excited.

He gaped stupidly, mouth hung slightly open and Benzo smugly grinned at his friend, who composed himself upon noticing with a growled 'shut it'.

The woman rolled her eyes playfully or laughed with various patrons as she weaved her way to their table and plopped herself next to Benzo with a dramatic exhale, threading her arms through one of his.

"Wooo! I made it!" she beamed at them, hazel eyes bright and full of mischief as she smoothly purred in a well practiced, upper-class lilt, "Hello gentlemen. What must a lady do to get a drink around here?"

"Go order one." replied Silco with a smirk, taking a swig of his own ale.

"Hey Rosemary!" Vander and Benzo greeted in unison, grinning as she stood and rounded the table to lean over and hug Silco around his shoulders from behind.

"Oh, don't be like that Silcy I've missed you lads!" she pouted with mock hurt, snorting as he twisted to glower at her and push her off.

"I told you not to call me that!" he hissed, and this time she raised her hands, "Sorry, sorry. Well now we're even for that comment a moment ago eh?"

Silco shot her a sour look but quickly smiled again and gave an affirming tip of the head. Vander waved a hand to one of the staff, who nodded and went to grab another round, then turned to her as she sat back down, working to ignore the ample bit of visible cleavage, "Haven't seen ya in what? Almost a week? What you been up to Rosie?"

"Rumor has it you been gettin' pretty popular topside." added Benzo.

Rosemary ran a hand through her hair, the bubbly energy starting to fade along with the more 'upper crust' accent she'd been using, "Really now? Well, we got two trucks 'n several smaller projects at the shop ta finish, I've got two-wait...no, bloody hell three gigs comin' up. Tellin' ya the coin is fantastic but they run me ragged sometimes."

"Speaking of, I assume you came straight here from a performance? I couldn't help but notice the dress. Very stylish." Silco cut in.

"Thank ya! Aye, this lil' jazz club along the docks," Rosemary nodded, then bit her lip, "It ain't too much is it?"

"No." all three quickly replied, Vander's face flushed red as his eyes darted away awkwardly and she couldn't hold her brief, coy grin; so she wasn't imagining things. Not being blind nor stupid, she'd been noticing more lately how his gaze would linger on her when he thought she wasn't paying attention, or how he'd react to things she said, those silver-blue eyes holding hints of things that made her core burn and coil in delicious torment. She'd be lying if she denied the thought of being with him-in one form or another-hadn't crossed her daydreams more than once. Maybe tonight she'd work up the courage to say something.

Her gaze flicked to the papers in front of them and lowered her voice, "But enough 'bout me. How's things 'ere?"

There was a pause and muttered thanks as the waiter dropped off their drinks, then Silco leaned in, a cue for them all to follow suit and cracked a wicked smile, bottle-green eyes sharp as the knife he kept on his hip, "Plans have been going splendidly. I feel it's finally safe to say we're making headway..."

-"Come ooooon boys one more round!" cried Rosemary joyfully, her face flushed and beer tankard almost sloshing onto the table as she raised it too fast.

"Oi watch it don't be wastin'-hic-good ale!" Vander huffed with a laugh and a hiccup while Silco rolled his eyes and took a more measured sip of his whiskey as the pair continued to banter.

It was a couple hours-and drinks-later and the group had hashed out a plan for the next few weeks, Rosemary volunteering as always to glean what information she could regarding the movement of goods in and out of Piltover from her more loose-lipped audience members. Business being wrapped up as much as possible for the moment, the group concluded since it was the weekend, a bit of inebriation, chatter and comradery were in order.

"Good ale?! If I wanted that I'd 'a gone somewheres else than this leaky bucket! Only reason I come 'ere is for you lot!" she snickered.

"It's not bad!" Benzo knocked back some more then licked his lips thoughtfully with a shrug, "Ah've had worse."

"Oh I see how it is!" Vander huffed, crossing his thick arms dramatically, "She's gettin' too good for us!"

"Oh Van!" she reached across Benzo and patted his shoulder, giving him a wink and a very good show of that cleavage, "You'll always be perfect for me!"

Vander paused, mouth half open with the smart rebuttal he'd had catching in his throat; something deeply sincere in her green-flecked eyes and gentle smile shot right through to his heart. There it was again, that sweetly torturous heat rising to his chest and spreading outward, and he fumbled for a response until he gave up and simply gave a short bark of a laugh and eyeroll, "Yeah yeah..."

An employee, apparently having overheard Rosemary's outburst and all too happy to oblige, appeared with four more mugs, three of the four being snatched up almost as soon as they were set down. A few moments later a man approached and Benzo did a double-take.

"Rocky! What can I do ya for mate?" he asked cheerfully.

"'Ey Benzo! Wanted to thank you for helpin' me get ahold of the thing I needed. You uh, got any more deals?"

"I might, I might. Why don't we step out for a sec? Hard to hear in here," Benzo stood, Rosemary having to scoot out to let him by, and pointed sternly at his drink as he turned to go, "This better be full when I get back!"

Vander flipped him off with a sarcastic smile and Rosemary gasped in mock disbelief, Silco raising an eyebrow and smirking before going back to the paper in front of him. Rosemary then gulped a bit of her ale, head already swimming pleasantly and body fuzzy-when she realized abruptly there was now nothing between her and Vander but air. She glanced sideways at him, he and Silco studying a couple of the pages and mumbling inaudibly between each other.

She watched him slyly, admiring his handsome face, the scruff growing into a short beard, how his eyebrows would knit together adorably whenever he was concentrating, those gorgeous steel-blue eyes she could lost in, his thick brown hair that just begged for her fingers to run through it, those lips that looked so soft and kissable, how those large hands could hold her so snugly and-shit. She felt the heat rise up her neck to her face; she really was in it.

Vander must have sensed her eyes on him, as he glanced in her direction briefly, doing a brief double-take, brow wrinkled lightly in curiosity.

Then he smiled softly, that goddamn, devilishly charming smile, and any semblance or thread of control or doubt holding her back crumbled.

"Can I help ya?" he pondered, sliding himself closer to her.

"Hmmm..." she mirrored him, moving nearer, "I can think of a few things."

"You gonna tell me 'bout them?" he teased, taking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and blowing a wisp skyward before turning to face her more.

Rosemary's heart skipped; that half-lidded, inviting smile gave her both pause and courage. Alright then, she mused after only a moment's hesitancy, if he wants to play this game we'll play.

Resting her chin on her fingers and head tilted upward slightly, she gracefully crossed one leg over the other so her foot was against his leg, "Oh Van...I can see right through you. You're all cool 'n suave when ya wannna be but right now you're runnin' quite hot..."

He froze for a second, not only for how her foot was gingerly rubbing against his calf, this simple contact causing more internal havoc than it had any right to, but also from the warmth and-dare he think-desire pooled in her beautiful eyes. They'd coyly 'flirted' many a time before, making a game of tossing sly double entendres and comments to each other, and he had to admit there were times, especially lately, he wouldn't have minded it going further, but abruptly faced with what he realized was her taking that leap caught him off guard.

"A-ah," Vander stammered, the alcohol coursing through his veins doing him no favors, "Am I n-now? Dunno about that. In fact seems you're the one makin' bedroom eyes at me."

She scooted herself to press right up to him now, laying a hand across his wrist and stroking a line up the stiffened muscle of his arm. It was at this moment he realized other things beginning to stiffen and he swore silently.

Finishing the brief, hushed discussion he'd been having with one of his contacts, Silco turned back around-and wrinkled his nose upon realizing they were shamelessly flirting. He grimaced briefly before going back to the paperwork he'd still been studying and resolving to ignore them. If they wanted to flirt and act like horny teens that was their business. He only prayed not to overhear anything too personal.

Forcing down her trembles, buzzed and high off the adrenaline Rosemary tilted her head , "Know what I think? I think deep down, you'd like it to be more 'n just my eyes. I think, you'd like...all of me in the bedroom..." she licked her thumb suggestively and to his continued stunned surprise, wiped a stray smudge of mud off his cheek, "Dirty man..."

His hand was clenched tightly on the table, heart pounding and he definitely had a raging boner now. He swallowed thickly, scrambling for a response that wasn't an incoherent ramble or direct confirmation of her...irritatingly spot-on comments. Another thought creeped into his lust and beer addled mind; was this just the ale talking? Part of the game? Or did she genuinely want him how, as she deduced, he secretly longed for her?

"So ya th-think ya know what's goin' on in my head eh?" he managed, hoping he didn't sound too worked up and smushing out his cigarette with shaking hands.

She winked, "You're not hidin' it too well love. At this point it's a matter of knowin'. Like how I know you're enjoyin' this. Or how you're definitely picturing what I look like under this dress..." she leaned in to purr in his ear, "And I know it'll be my name on your lips when you're strokin' yourself later-"

At this Vander suddenly stood, so fast and forcibly he bumped the table hard enough to wobble it, their drinks nearly spilling. Before anyone could ask he sputtered out, "Gotta piss sorry-" and stalked away, dodging other people and accidentally bumping some in his haste, including Benzo who tried and failed to ask what the rush was.

Benzo returned to the table and sat heavily, jerking his thumb behind him, "Anyone know what that big lug's issue is?"

Threading his fingers together, Silco cocked an eyebrow and hummed, "Perhaps Rosemary would care to give some insight..."

She, in turn, had slid down somewhat in her seat, as if she could hide from the embarrassment and her scarlet face; oh dear. Perhaps that had been too much.

"Fuck." she mumbled.

-It was a few days later, and murky greenish neon light from outside seeped through the thin curtains of Vander's room, casting a perpetual, dim glow. The numerous noises of the city drowned out the low groaning pants of it's namesake occupant, one hand thrown over his eyes as the other pumped his cock. Of all the sinful thoughts swirling in his mind, one kept snapping back into clearer focus; one particular woman straddling him, rocking her hips in rhythm with his as his hands clutched her ass, her chest, wherever he could reach. He bit his lip hard, imagining her flushed cheeks and mouth half-open as she blissfully rode his dick, moaning his name as she reached climax at the same time he did-

"R-Rosemary! Rosie...oh-!" he stuttered out, gripping the sheet and back arching as he came. He lay there, drifting down like a leaf on a gentle breeze, breath ragged but calming, absorbed in the high before he remembered what she'd said.

"...Fuck..." he grumbled.

@vander-affectionate @barbersjoy @immortalbumblebee @catgoblinchelly

@archerofthemists @prwincessqwin-blog @band--psycho

[sturid]

Vander definitely has a fully functional gaydar and you cannot change my mind

[uraveragelonelyhuman]

Hey! this is my new account. My old one was @uraveragelonelywriter used to be me. My phone broke and everything got lost and I couldn't log back on bc I have a bad memory and forgot my password and email for it so yeah, starting over.

Update: Guess who got back into @uraveragelonelywriter ?

[lullabyes22-blog]

One of these dads is not like the other.

[shinobi-illuminator]

We Don’t Talk About Silco (Arcane Parody)

Vander: We don’t talk about Silco, no, no, no! We don’t talk about Silco… BUT! It was revolution day! Benzo: It was Revolution day! Vander: We we’re getting ready and there wasn’t a cop in the Lanes. Benzo: No cops allowed in the Lanes! Vander: Silco walks in with a malicious grin. Benzo: Bloodshed! Vander: Oi! You tellin this story or am I? Benzo: I’m sorry, boss, go on. Vander: Silco said “to commit regicide.” Benzo: There’s blood in the waters! Vander: “You’ll have to create genocide.” Benzo: Look out for your daughters! Vander: Our operation was suicide! Benzo: What a casualty— but ANYWAY! We don’t talk about Silo no, no, no! We don’t talk about Silco! Ekko: Hey! Grew up on fear of Silco drugging and mugging. I could always see him scheming and screaming. I associate him with the sound of piercing flesh—Shh! Shh! Shh! It’s a heavy task for my host of fireflies. Gotta cut down all his host of deadly spies. Speaking of ambitions few could understand…. Will you take a stand? Vi: Five foot-frame, needles in his brain! When you play his game, there’s nothing left to gain, Cupcake! We don’t talk about Silco, no, no, no! We don’t talk about Silco! Marcus: He told me I would die. The next day DEAD— Wha— GAH (BOOM!) Sevika: He told me I’m his right hand— and just like he said! (Click) Finn: He said my jaw would disappear, now look who’s talkin!!? You fate is sealed with every ounce of dread! Jinx: He told me that the family of my dreams would be promised and would never die. He told me I was perfect and sly, like the fires that rain from the sky! Mel: Jayce is on his way. Viktor: He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach. Betrothed to another! It’s like I can sense him now. Jinx: Hey Cait, I want not a sound of you! Viktor: I can see him now. Caitlyn: Um, Silco. Yeah about that Silco. I really need to know about Silco. Give me the truth and the whole truth, Silco! Brothel Owner: Violet, Sevika is here! All: Time for Battle! Five-foot frame (It was Revolution day, it was revolution day) Needles in his brain! (We were getting ready) When you play his game (and there wasn’t a cop in the Lanes) there’s nothing left to gain! (No cops allowed in the Lanes!) Yeah, when you play his game. (Silco walks in with a malicious grin) there’s nothing left to gain! (Bloodshed!) Oi, you tellin this story or am I!? I’m sorry boss, go on. Silco said “to commit regicide”. (Five-foot frame, needles in his brain) You’ll have to create genocide. Our operation was suicide! He’s here! Don’t talk about Silco! Caitlyn: Why did I talk about Silco? Not a word about Silco! Caitlyn: I never should have brought up Silco!

[pinkrose1422]

I just had a dream I was in college on a field trip of sorts and that Silco was my professor on the trip (it was a camping trip of sorts. The dream didn’t make sense when it came to the plot).

Silco and Vander worked along side each other as professors and in my dream I somehow caught both their attentions by doing the bare minimum. I was simply nice to them and it made them feel good inside and they started to catch feelings. (Damn they’re the definition of touch starved/affection starved)

In my dream Benzo owned an ice cream truck or was simply well known for selling snack items when the seasons changed but was best known for supplying ice cream. Vi was also there and apparently was my friend or sister (I have no idea which one she was, but she was so over protective in my dream, it was overwhelming at times) but we were classmates no matter if we were friends or sisters. She kept trying to go off and fight someone every time she deemed them as “being rude and disrespectful”. I’m like girl it’s not that serious. Caitlynn was there (she was from another school and became quick friends with Vi so they hanged out often at the cabin Vi and I were roommates in). She tried to calm Vi down but was quick to give up and head back to her own cabin (thanks for the help Caitlynn ugh). Vi ran off to punch whoever she overheard disrespecting me and I went to explore cause I lost sight of her.

While exploring camp grounds to get the understanding of the land I over heard a conversation from Silco and Vander talking about how they like how I look (why is that a conversation you’ll have behind someone’s back?!) and while speaking I saw another man approach them talking about how he’s interested in me and wanted to speak to me to get to know me better.

Silco and Vander instantly stepped in front of him and Silco said “she’s already been claimed. Find someone else” (bitch- claimed by who?! Am I a Chucky cheese prize? Have I been reserved?!) the entire time I was out of seeing distance but I heard the entire conversation so I simply walked around some trees to see who the other man was… it was Marcus. In my dream he was a professor from another school.

I guess in my dream the differnt schools represented Piltover and Zaun. But I was so damn confused on why I had this dream. So random. The entire time I was just excited to go camping and do research. But I couldn’t because I had two professors “claiming” me like I’m an arcade prize, Vi trying to punch everyone, Caitlynn watching and shaking her head as she walks away, and apparently Marcus becoming interested me somehow without me speaking to him once. At least I bought ice cream from Benzo but damn people need to calm down. We camping out here- nothing is that serious!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Meet Lana In Arcane!

Not my art but just my faceclaim!

Lana enjoys helping the kids of the Firelights, entertaining them and being a practical babysitter of the Firelight hideout.

Lana enjoys hoverboard rides, messing with Ekko, scaring Ekko, having her hair done, getting tattoos, and teaching the kids of the hideout!

Lana is stubborn, but emotional when needed to be. Lana painted the firelight mural, with help from others, but she needed to do it to not forget why they fight.

Lana hides her feelings well, but always hoped Jinx, or Powder, would someday come back to her, no matter how many fights they had on bridges or blimps, or how many letters she laid written, untouched and unsent in her drawer.

Lana was raised by Vander, a sneaky kid who was as quiet as a mouse, almost a ghost, knowing everything about everyone, sometimes visiting a brothel or two just for the fun of it, a popular woman there, wanting to feel something now later than ever than the longing for someone she couldn't have.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Height: 6'5

Skills: Tattooing, sharp shooting, annoying Ekko, building gadgets and making smoke bombs, and being as quiet as a ghost.

Age: 13-19 years old

S/o: Jinx

Backstory Extended:

Lana was orphaned by her parents, Piltover citizens, who took advantage of the bridge war, abandoning her on the bridge to die.

But Lana survived, she endured, and had clung onto a man named Vander who held two smaller girls on his arms, named Violet and Powder, who would soon become her closest friends.

Lana was taken down into the Undercity, raised up in the Last Drop, closer to Powders age as Violet took the smaller girl under her wing, who couldn't be smaller for long, getting taller and taller as she got older.

Soon enough, they expanded. The Undercity needed a man to run things, and Vander was dubbed the Hound of the Underground.

Soon they found two smaller kids, a boy named Mylo, a lock pick who’s parents were killed in a collapse in the mines, and a boy named Claggor, who had a nick for goggles, who was found stuck in the gutters all night until Lana pulled him out and took him to the Last Drop, where he stayed much longer.

The small makeshift family endured, making friends with the shopkeeper Benzo’s boy, named Ekko, who became Lana and Powder's best friend.

They lasted for years, Lana was a growing brainiac, who had a thirst for fights and was skilled in sneaking around.

As light as a mouse, quiet when she needed to be, unoticable by many, just because she could be, despite her height.

Lana hung around Powder, both having small child-like crushes on one another, never admitting it, much less to Ekkos teasing.

Perfect life, no?

Their lives were torn apart by a heist up above in the city of Piltover, broken into a apartment Topside and an explosion, triggered by stones Powder found.

This triggered them being hunted, chased out their own hiding place and being hidden away before they couldn't.

Vander was taken, Benzo was killed, all by a man named Silco.

Lana was there the night of the explosion, knocked out as she tried protecting Powder with her body, waking up with a killer head ache to Ekko crying over her.

It didn't take long for Lana to see Vanders body, Vi missing, and the absence of Mylo and Claggor made it clear, the bloody goggles and lockpick on the ground sealing the ordeal.

That night, a piece of Lana died, but she took it and became stronger, sticking with Ekko, they survived in the slums off scraps, not long after, they found a Vasataya man, a little older than them, the three made a trio, soon expanding into Revolutionary group of kids, teens, adults and elderly alike into what was now known as the Firelights.

With Lana and Ekko leading the pack, they strived to take down Silco.

But not long before, a familiar head of long, blue hair Lana spent hours braiding in another life, seemed to bring her back to square one.

Lana tried, begged, but was dragged away from Powder, who claimed she was Jinx.

Lana tried again and again, knocked away before she stopped trying.

She understood. Powder was dead, her memory burned away in the fires of the night that killed them all, and Jinx was the ashes.

Lana spent her days now fighting Jinx, only to meet her past back up again at the abandoned harbor.

Lana fought Silco and Jinx alike, trying to keep her own lingering childhood feelings at bay, as did Jinx, on the battlefields.

Lana still loved her, but couldn't have her.

But it all changed once again when another pile of ashes popped back up, Vi. Back in the Undercity. Alive. But with an Enforcer.

Even more shocking, Mylo and Claggor trailed behind, Mylo missing an arm while Claggor an eye, but alive as can be.

Lana, as light and sneaking as a ghost, followed them around on her hoverboard, face adorned with a mask, before they finally swooped in when Jinx, Vi, Mylo and Claggor met up once more, unknown to her, looking for Lana also.

Wasn't the best move on their part, as it triggered a fight on the bridge, a tea party act.

But one good thing came out of it.

Lana, face to face with Jinx, or Powder, once more.

And as she tried, she convinced her to come back, to be with her and to be with everyone, happy, now that Silco was dead.

As reluctant as could be, but Lana had never lied to her before…

Why would she now as she took her hand to another life?

[moonlightbae7775]

Benzo:HELP I TOLD YOUR MOTHER ID MAKE HER A ROMANTIC DINNER BUT I CANT COOK

(Yn pouring coffee and milk directly into the cereal box)you came to the right place