#im so normal about silco and vander

[riotroast]

"I trusted you... and you betrayed me..."

Doncha just love it when doomed yaoi haunts the narrative cause I like it a lot. This songs been all over tik tok and I had to jump on it

[tiredcupofangry]

Their eyes.... the matching colours...!!!! 😭

[weirdagnes]

More Connol Sightings

I went back to watch scenes with background crowds and found that the Connol model seems to be only used in the Last Drop (under Vander) and the Bridge scenes (excluding S2 AU).

So we'll start at the beginning.

Opening Scene

Lowkey he got that cake Anyway. It's interesting that for a guy never officially introduced in the show, he has 3 different outfits: miner uniform (Remember Me), default outfit (Remember Me & BG appearances in TLD), and this - the Day of Ash outfit.

Instead of the turtleneck, he's wearing some sort of vest over a tank top. His right arm warmer is replaced by a black arm ribbon wrap thing like young Silco and an arm brace on the left wrist like Felicia and these accessories are not present in his default outfit.

We should also take into account that this guy may also be a different background character entirely who just happens to reuse Connol's assets (the hat, the utility belt and pouch). There is a minor difference with dead Connol (wearing arm warmer but no arm ribbon wrap) and running Connol (wearing arm ribbon wrap but no arm warmer).

But I'd like to think that's still him. It's much sadder to think that Connol was right beside Silco when he threw the molotov. Heck maybe that's why he died first. Remember this?

Maybe after the molotov was thrown, Connol saw an enforcer coming. Maybe his first priority was to keep the leaders of Zaun safe. Silco was right beside him, maybe he pushed him out of the way and he got shot instead. Felicia sees this, ran to him and pleaded not to shoot but was shot too and that's why their corpses ended up on top of each other.

Gangsters Threatening Huck Scene

MAMA TURN AROUND. YOUR CHILDREN BEHIND YOU -

This is the only shot with his lower half visible. I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE MAROON OVERALLS??? His pants look maroon too, could only mean his pants is connected to the maroon cloth across his torso.

It looks like his left calf is exposed and he’s wearing a high boot on the right foot and a regular ass shoe on the left?? He also has a right knee pad and leg warmers.

How can I tell? I've mastered the art of interpreting pixels and I'm also not normal.

Sevika Confronts Vander scene

The clearest shot we have of his 3D model. Connol actually follows Sevika out in this scene. You know Vander is so ass as a leader that even Connol leaves💀 (also lowkey his biceps are kinda👀)

Bridge Blockade

This last one is from the part where Jayce ordered a blockade at the bridge. I’m actually not so sure if it’s him, it’s hard to see so I assumed based on the hat and turtleneck silhouette (it’s also funny to imagine he’s still going to protests post-death. Man’s haunting that bridge)

I should also note, old blonde Silco model is also by his side (ignore the cop in the middle)

AND THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY CONNOL & SILCO WERE FRIENDS BEFORE THEY MET VANDER AND FELICIA AND - (I say as I get dragged off to a padded cell)

[greyedian]

MAN I'm seriously so sad about season 2. Bc I wish act 2 had the same emotional impact on me as it appears to have on so many others. But rn I'm just somewhere between unable to care and actively annoyed by some of those writing decisions. Seriously the more I think about it the less I like it.

[silentsneezes]

Heyy me again… ahahah

Do you have any silco with allergies hc’s or maybe a k!nk Silco/Vander Zaundads fic?

Totally asking this with normal intentions, completely not obsessed or anything!

(Im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure i love your writing)

thank you anon!! trust me when i say i'm also gnawing at the bars of my enclosure... so here's almost 3k of sick v/ander and kink s/ilco

i'll probably continue this in the future, but between university and life things i haven't had as much time to write... so we'll see

anyways, this is set pre-everything in the show. you could read it as an au if you want!

The Last Drop on a Saturday is no fucking joke. Vander knows that full well, always double checking his list of opening tasks to ensure things run smoothly. Only a few hours after opening, the dimly lit, smoke-filled haven is already filled to its capacity. Earlier that day, there had been a boxing match held in a nearby arena, and it’s safe to say people are still riding that high. Vander picks up on arguments over bets that were won or lost, prideful drunkards boasting about how they’d been rooting for the champion all along.

The bar practically roars with the infectious excitement, only encouraged by the drinks the patrons continue to slam back. Vander doesn’t mind, he’s quite pleased with how popular his bar is, especially on nights where boxing matches occur. Everyone needs a good drink after a match, he supposes. Plus, the influx in business never hurts– people typically become more generous tippers the drunker they get. 

Vander works mindlessly as he pours drink after drink, zoning out to the sounds of raucous laughter, the clink of glass against wood, and the quiet kshhhh of the keg. The conversations are nothing more than a full-on-chorus, which has its pros and cons. 

On one hand, it allows Vander to zone out to the constant noise, letting himself work without second thought.

On the other hand, Vander feels like fucking shit. He’d been coming down with something the past couple of days, but he’d figured it wasn’t anything a few DayQuil couldn’t fix. Now, he’s beginning to realize that he was sorely mistaken in his initial dismissal of the cold. His usual charming grin doesn’t come as easily tonight, and when he wipes his brow, it’s not just due to the heat of the room. His skin is coated in a feverish sheen, his cheeks uncharacteristically flushed as he forces himself to work through his rising fever. 

The frequenters of the bars notice– at least those sober enough to– but they’ve seen this before. Vander’s tough. He’s the kind of guy who keeps his bar open for better or for worse, so when he’s sick, they just give him a look of silent understanding: he’ll be fine, he always is. 

As ‘fine’ as Vander might be, his movements are dulled by fever. He keeps moving, keeps working—filling mugs, passing shots, refilling drinks– functioning as if he’s on autopilot. His work is only interrupted as he hears the familiar drawl of his friend’s voice. 

“Is anybody home?” Silco asks with a slight smirk, looking Vander up and down as he takes a seat on the barstool closest to the sick man, observing his absent expression. Vander opens his mouth to reply, pausing momentarily to clear his throat before gruffly responding, “very funny, Silco,” sarcastically. He starts making Silco’s drink wordlessly, knowing exactly what the other likes. Vander doesn’t bother filling the silence between the two of them, letting the steady roar of auditory input wash over him. 

“Long day?” Silco questions, frowning as a nearby customer lets out a howl of laughter at his own joke, “I’ll bet you 20 gold coins he soils himself by the end of the night.” 

Vander finds it somewhat amusing how Silco always seems to take issue with the other patrons of the bar, as if he finds himself somewhat above this crowd. “I’d be an idiot to take you up on that,” Vander says with a tired grin, his lips barely curling upwards as he leans in, resting his weight on the bartop. He places the drink in front of Silco with a heavy thud, the glass almost too solid in his grip, as if it’s an anchor to keep him from slipping under the noise and fatigue. “You know how they get after boxing matches.”

“Oh, do I,” Silco replies, the words clipped, his voice carrying an immense judgement of those customers who lack any semblance of manners or public decency. He doesn’t like them, doesn’t trust them, but he does like Vander. 

Vander struggles to think up a response, his usual charm and banter replaced with a steady painful thrum threatening to become a migraine. The noise of the bar presses against his skull like a vice, and just as he finally manages to think up an adequate response, he feels it coming. A tickle in his nose, faint at first, but enough to make his breath catch as it buzzes through his sinuses. 

At first he tries to fight it, swiping at his nose roughly with the backside of his hand. His other hand searches his pockets for a rag, a handkerchief, anything. Unfortunately for him, the sneeze builds quickly. His eyes are forced to scrunch shut as his chest swells with an urgent, “hhHHHH-” and for a half-second, everything around him goes blurry, the pressure in his sinuses making his head swim, “hHHRRZZSCHHH’HUw!!”

Vander turns away from the bartop just in time, snapping forwards into his elbow with a resounding sneeze, one that grates his throat enough as to where he has to blink away a few tears. Silco watches with rapt attention, his abdomen pooling with hot attraction as he observes Vander’s broad frame nearly bend itself in two with the force of the sneeze. 

“Bless you,” Silco purrs, his voice low and sultry. The blessing practically rolls off of his tongue, and yet Vander knows it’s not just out of politeness. You see, Silco doesn’t just bless anyone. For him, offering a blessing is somewhat of a privilege, something one earns through continuous affection, and he and Vander are nothing if not affectionate. 

“I’ve got the whole damn package today—head full of cement and a nose that thinks it’s spring,” Vander mutters, barely able to keep the irritation out of his voice. Had he not known about Silco’s kink, he would’ve been entirely fed up with his body's need to sneeze. Except there’s a sliver of him that can’t help but relish the fact that he can make Silco squirm so easily. If he has to feel so utterly miserable, someone might as well enjoy it, right?

And he is miserable, nothing short of it. Silco, however, seems to be basking in Vander’s sickness, finding it difficult to resist the sight of his friend turned fuck-buddy turned… whatever it is they are now. 

“Why is it you insist on working when you’re sick?” Silco questions, knowing full-well the stubborn answer he’s about to receive– it’s the same every time. 

Except Vander doesn’t answer, letting Silco’s question hang in the air as he raises a hand to his nose. It’s back again, that bothersome, tantalizing itch that’s been wreaking havoc on his nose all night, “hhHHH’uh-”

At the sound of Vander’s hitch, Silco prepares himself for the imminent sneeze. Vander has never been one to have dramatic build ups when he’s sick– though allergies are an entirely different feat– rather, his sneezes come on quickly with one to two hitches beforehand. 

Unable to find a rag in time, Vander settles for cupping a broad hand over his nose and mouth, “hHHMMPH’DSSXCHHhew!” The sneeze is barely muffled against his palm, and Vander can feel moisture threatening to slip through his fingers. He pinches his nose between his thumb and his forefinger, gathering the residual mess and moving to wash his hands. 

When Vander returns to the bartop, he sees Silco, his gaze intensely focused, waiting with that unsettling calm, as if he could pounce at any moment. Had the countertop not been separating them, Vander is certain Silco would be draping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. And god does he want that. 

Just as Vander moves to prop himself against the bartop again, he hears a drunken, “Oi! Vander!” and groans internally, straightening up and snapping out of his exhausted haze. The woman, a regular frequenter of the bar, leans against the other side of the counter with a casual air, “Get me something strong, but nice. I’ve got a lady to impress,” she says with a smirk. Usually, Vander would have the energy to engage in some sort of playful banter, perhaps asking the customer as to who she’s pursuing tonight. Instead, he rattles off a few drink options, giving her a sideways glance as she chooses the strongest of the drinks he’d proposed, “You sure? It’s got one hell of a kick.”

The customer dismisses his warning with a wave of her hand and a chuckle, “I’m feeling lucky today.”

“Liquid luck,” Silco tuts almost inaudibly from his seat, though it goes unheard by anyone aside from Vander, “what a foolish concept.”

Vander’s lips curl into a slight smirk at the sound of Silco’s words, but he forces himself to maintain focus. He has a job to do. With a sigh, Vander grabs a glass, still feeling the steady ache that only a cold can instill. As he’s about to start mixing, he feels that nagging sensation in his nose return, the familiar tickle building once again. He grimaces, trying to hold it back for the sake of not sneezing into a customer's drink, but his body has a different plan. His breath hitches involuntarily, forcing him to pivot away from the countertop without even setting the glass down first. He draws in a final, urgent breath before snapping forwards and spraying the tiled floor with an uncovered, “hHHRRRSSXCHHHh’eHw!” 

As the sneeze fades, Vander stays still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut, his body still catching up with the sudden burst of pressure. He forces himself to stand upright, tending to the moisture clinging to his septum with his sleeve. He’d usually have a bit more decorum when it comes to covering and utilizing his sleeve as a tissue, for the sake of germs moreso than any feeling of embarrassment, but he’s too fucking tired tonight. 

“Salud,” the woman blesses absentmindedly, watching as Vander composes himself enough to make her drink, “you look sick as a dog,” she comments. Vander just continues mixing the drink, replying with a halfhearted, “that’s never stopped me before.”

“Touche.” Luckily, the woman leaves the conversation at that, exchanging the drink for a few gold pieces and making her way across the bar back to the person she’s trying to impress. 

“She’s right, you look terrible,” Silco says matter-of-factly, drawing Vander’s attention back to him. His fingers trail along the rim of his now empty glass, his expression smug as he receives an eye-roll in response. 

Vander doesn’t have time to reply as another customer approaches the bar, and he internally curses as he turns away from the one person in the bar he actually wants to see right now. His head throbs, the dull ache in his throat turning into a tight, bothersome burning sensation. As he prepares a round of shots, every movement feels slower than his last, his limbs growing heavier as the evening progresses. 

Finally, after what feels like hours, there’s a lull in drink orders, and Vander has the opportunity to return to his conversation with Silco. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries, instead saying, “you’ve got a handkerchief, no?”

“I always do,” Silco replies effortlessly, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he registers where this is going. Vander extends his hand wordlessly, becoming increasingly frustrated with his nose running like a faucet. 

“Use your words,” Silco tuts, though his eyes flick between Vander’s outstretched hand and his nose, reddened and irritated after being berated all day. 

“Silco,” Vander huffs huskily, evidently too exhausted to tolerate any sort of teasing, “give it here.”

“That’s no way to treat a customer.”

“Bullshit, you’re not a customer.”

“Hm, then what am I?” Silco asks, enjoying this far more than he should. His hand slips into the inner pocket of his vest, extracting his crimson red handkerchief from its resting place. He keeps it hidden in his lap, waiting for the perfect moment to submit to Vander’s request. 

“A brat.” 

Vander’s hand remains outstretched, waiting for Silco to drop the dominant act and give in. Fuck me Vander mentally curses as the itch swells in his nose again, forcing his wide nostrils to flare in protest. It’s like Silco was waiting for this moment—the vulnerability of Vander, flushed and slightly out of breath, his hitches almost an invitation. 

“I know you always hhhHave one on you. Give it to m-hHHH-me dammit,” Vander’s previously annoyed tone is replaced with one of urgency. Both he and Silco know damn well he can’t hold back for shit. 

Silco watches, waiting until the very last second before pressing the handkerchief into Vander’s palm. His fingers brush across the calloused skin of Vander’s hand, which is nearly twice the size of his. Vander clutches the handkerchief, turning on his heel and doubling over as a sneeze tears through him, “hHHHGGSXCHHH’Hh’ugh!”

“Bless you,” Silco purrs once again, silently cursing the countertop separating him from the sick man. He can feel his arousal making itself known, pressing against the tight confines of his pants, “You’ll be making that up to me, you know I don’t share–” he begins, but Vander cuts him off. 

“I’ve been pudting on a show for you all nighd. Don’d be so greedy,” he mumbles huskily, the congestion in his voice dulling certain consonants. Vander gives his nose a strangled blow. It’s unsuccessful at first, eliciting a huff of frustration from the man. With both hands holding the handkerchief over his nose, he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the next attempt. The second noseblow is much more productive, clearing his airways as best they can be with a cold ravaging his nose.

“That’s better,” Vander acknowledges, tucking the– already soiled– handkerchief into his back pocket and moving to wash his hands again. Silco, having been observing Vander’s every move, shifts to relieve some of the pressure in his pants. 

“It’s a shame you have to work,” he comments idly, knowing full well that Vander could’ve called someone in to cover his shift, “I’ve heard a good fuck is quite the cure-all for colds.” 

Silco’s bluntness never fails to catch Vander’s attention. People typically shy away from expressing their kinks, especially one as bizarre as sneezing, but Silco treats it as he does anything that can bring him sexual gratification: without shame– though don’t be mistaken, he’s eager to indulge in humiliation when given the chance. 

Vander knows exactly what Silco is alluding to, weighing the benefits of closing early or calling someone to take his place. His stubbornness and grit can only last so long, it seems, as he leans heavily against the bartop again. 

Grinning as he recognizes the slight defeat in Vander’s expression, Silco presses on, “Would it be so terrible to take a night off? I’d stay, of course, to attend to your needs.”

Vander looks up, his eyes traveling from the smirk on Silco’s face to his slightly unbuttoned top– had his chest been so visible before, so appealing? His view of Silco’s slim waist is blocked by the counter, but he’s almost certain Silco’s hard to some extent; it really only takes a few sneezes to get him going. After all, Vander’s are his favorite. 

“Fine,” he agrees stubbornly, glancing at the clock. Typically, The Last Drop would stay open well into the night and through the earliest hours of the morning, but it’s only 11:30 and Vander feels like dead weight. He leans down, searching for the bar-phone he keeps next to the especially expensive liquors. Upon finding it, he dials an employee's number despite the guilt ringing through his mind. He’s not one to give up easily, and he’s certainly given one hell of a fight to make it through this shift, but the promise of a quieter room and Silco’s attention is enough to sway him. 

“Jay? I’m sorry to ask, but–,” Vander pauses as his breath hitches, the itch suddenly returning with a vengeance. He holds the receiver as far away as possible, ducking to the side and clamping his other hand over his nose, “hhHHHGDTSCHHH’huew!” 

Apparently, Jay could still hear the utter desperation of the expulsion from over the phone– and was left to imagine the mess it made, and trust, it was messy– and is quick to say, “I’ll be there in twenty. Try not to drop dead by then.”

TBC…

as always, any reblogs, tags, and comments are very much appreciated!! i experimented with a different writing style with this fic, so any feedback is appreciated as well :3

[420technoblazeit]

[guy who saw you reblog a pacrim post and is deeply normal about that movie voice] hey what arcane characters do you think are drift compatible? or like. any other source if ur tired of talking about that tbh i just like your analyses

dude im so fuckign glad u asked bc i actually have a whole goddamn pacific rim au that i think works really well w hte worldbuilding. i haven't written all of it out yet but here's my ideas. jayvik obviously. vander-silco USED to be drift compatible but then they fucked up fighting a kaiju and it led to felicia getting killed and they were never drift compatible again so silco started piloting with jinx instead. i think he's the only one who's able to like. deal with her unpredictability really. in my au jayce and vi previously were also mech partners which is a little weird ik but it was a temporary arrangement when they were short on mech pilots and then vi met caitlyn who's kind of part of the new program. HEIMERDINGER IS THE STACKER PENTACOST OF THIS AU IMPORTANT TO ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND HTAT

[copepods]

ok arcane s1 act 1 misc thoughts (SPOILERS)

-i like that a lot of the rich characters (cait's family, some council members) have transatlantic accents. i didnt really notice at first but upon rewatch of ep 2 it was super apparent and i love it

-i never got super into vander's character bc by the end of ep 1 i was like Yeah this guy is super dead. the 2 other kids who died as well (never even learned their names lol). also there was a lot more vander + silco than i thought there would be? like they laid it all out at once. i kind of knew they knew each other in the past from fandom osmosis but i expected it to be more of a slow burn reveal i guess

-im interested to see what the show does with ekko specifically. i know he becomes more prominent later on AND has stuff going on with jinx/powder, which i was honestly expecting them to set up more? like have them be friends or like talk to each other once lol. anyway he was pretty minor thus far so im intrigued in what they're gonna do with him

-i know vi goes to prison after this, but the guard who chloroformed her seemed to be trying to save her??? so i have no idea what's happening actually

-i knew silco was gonna adopt powder but i was honestly expecting it to be more? calculated? on his part? like he finds out powder was the one who blew up the building, and is like ooooh new talent. hey kid. do you want to join my gang of evil drug warlocks. but nope he genuinely reached out to her in a moment of grief against his better judgement. kind of a baller move mr. lesbian i respect that

-also powders eyes turned purple for emotional reasons and not magic drug reasons? cool. didnt know peoplw could do that

-Heimerdinger War Flashback last episode was kind of really funny im sorry i cant take this guy seriously. but i also got distracted because there were horses in the flashback and for some reason that surprised me? it did not occur to me that horses exist in the arcane universe. they just don't fit the vibe. also this guy is transparently what if yoda were lorax

-also i wanna know how the fuck jayce and his mom and the wizard (viktor probably) got to piltover after all that in the flashback. did the wizard summon a honda civic to drive them home or what. also, what were they doing there??

-and jayce keeps saying "magic real. ive seen it" but refusing to elaborate??? if i got saved by a wizard who warped space and time then gave me a cool rock i would make it my personality. which i guess he kind of did but you'd think he'd be telling people about it more. maybe he thinks people won't believe him? silly jayce. magic tech isnt real. you escaped the siberian tundra through the power of science. athiests on christmas waiting for charles darwin to come down the chimney etc

-i cant tell if mel is just one councilmember and not like above all the others OR straight up the president or whatever? she clearly has influence but i cant tell if she's everyone elses boss or not. maybe they said something about that in dialogue and i missed it. also is piltover an oligarchy or do they inherit their council positions or what? somehow i don't feel like normal democracy is on the table here

-what is it exactly jayce (and viktor) were trying to do WITH the magic? this always bugs me in tv shows when they just say "im working on some Science Tech Inventions" and dont elaborate on what those inventions are. are the magic balls a source of infinite renewable energy??? please tell me what you're actually doing with the sparkly zero-g machine

-vander's dying words being "protect powder" and vi immediately doing the opposite of that is crazyyyyy sure hope that doesnt haunt her for the rest of her life lol

-was genuinely distracted by the cool ass crab logo on the abandoned building. that was sick as hell. i love crabs

[omoghouls]

takes hit of comically large joint. well hi there

no but fr i was so honored when i saw u liked my silco omo post <3 ur a legend in the tumblr fandomo space ngl also im pretty sure ur ghost fics were what made me realize im into omo in the first place? massive shout out to u for that.

anyways. as an offering, more silcomo thoughts for you:

i think he's very much a fear wetter. fear and pain are the most likely culprits for any and all accidents he has. he's like a metal gear solid character in that way (i've been playing way too much mgs lately and it shows, but man does that franchise have some top notch wetting scenes)

singed being the first person to find out that he has a weak bladder because he fully wet himself on the operating table when singed gave him his first shimmer injection. silco was absolutely mortified but singed literally barely noticed because he was too Locked In (autism king). when he did notice, he just kinda shrugged and was like "happens sometimes" as any good amoral but nice doctor would

for years, singed was the only one that knew, until sevika noticed the accident he definitely had in ep 3 during his fight with vander. definitely a jarring experience for her, because she just jumped in front of an explosion to save this man whom she's only ever seen fully in control, and now he's (very loudly; the little bridge thing was made of metal and he was slightly lifted off the ground, just imagine the pitter patter sound that must've made) releasing his bladder into his pants because someone grabbed his throat. she didn't say anything at the time, but afterwards would remind him of it every now and then, whenever he annoyed her a bit too much.

ok. that's all. goodbye

- @eroticism-of-the-machine (op of the silco fear wetting post)

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH- I mean *twirls hair* I am so normal about this.

Omggg yes THOUGH that man might be posed and meticulous on how his appearance/upkeep of crime boss is kept, but his bladder is permanently stuck in the flight side of fight or flight 😎

He could blame it on those years of inhaling w/e chemicals in the mines or something to do with the shimmer, but deep down, Silco knows the truth- but he'll be damned if he'd ever admit to that (he'd rather these fear wettings be seen a shortsighted accident than the truth that his bladder might not be as strong as his persona is)

Oh Sev would 1000% keep that memory tucked away as ammo- she knows Silco will only roll his eyes and be done with the conversation, but she knows it strikes a more sensitive nerve with him 😎

[hutaotown]

act 1 had me tweakin out but act 2 feels bittersweet yk? like of course im sad over the possible??? character deaths, but everything felt necessary and like it was happening for a reason. viktors little speech about humanity really confirmed this. it seems like he realized that what he said to jayce earlier was right and killing him is what needed to happen. everything seemed like a dream and its only natural that it all comes crumbling down and tragic shit happens to the characters that only wanted the best.

ANYWAYS, back to my normal nonsense here are some less existential thoughts.

- sevika KILLED ME. like how did they make her hotter??? especially w that ugly ah haircut????

- im also becoming a jayce stan like viktor was hot ash w that long hair, but jayce??? ho mama im boutta BUST.

- vi punching isha??? like girl will always be a kid attacker smh. loving small parallels between jinx and isha tho super funsies.

- when cait knocked out vi and took her to ambessa i was so so scared UNTIL i realized that vi was tied up. like it just HIT ME bc caitlyn KNOWS that vi can get out of situations like that. i got so hype after that.

- it seems like isha will become more of a symbol than jinx. from how she showed up at the rally to what went down at the end of the season. its giving rue in the hunger games, how she is seen as the innocence in this horrible conflict.

- that undercity doctor ALWAYS pissed me off i dont even remember his name thats how much beef i have with this man.

- even with all this beef i still understand all sides and love the politically tension because its ALWAYS more complicated than right and wrong.

- MEL WHERE ARE UUUU GIRL JOIN ZAUN PLSSSSSS COME TO US.

- im SO excited for the chromakopia edits on tiktok they always hit

- i hope vi and jinx stayed chill for the rest of the season i CANT have them beefing again. also excited to see how caitlyn fits into this dynamic.

- I CANT BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT THE FELICIA VANDER SILCO FLASHBACK!!! i genuinely LOVED seeing their relationship and younger silco made me cry a bit :( he deserved better.

- last thing i swear but jinx ate vi up in their fight the way she was like girl we both psychotic stop crashing out over your girlfriend and lock innnn

- also im a maddie defender SUE ME

[castielsnutrag]

get to know your mooties :3

What's the origin of your blog title?

My blog title is biggest caterpillar appreciator because I freaking lobve caterpillars and they're just so delightful I love them so much I just aifhhhhhh

My username is castielsnutrag because of my neverending crush on Misha Collins

OTP(s) + shipname:

My current otp is vanco (Vander/Silco) but if I had to pick one that I would always go back to I would say Aziracrow

Favorite color:

Orang

Song stuck in your head:

NUMBER ONE PARTY ANTHEM OUUUUGH THE LOOK OF LOVE THE RUSH OF BLOOD OUGHHHHHHHHH

Weirdest habit/trait:

uhh I collect the parts of baby dolls and there's a very large jar of them in my room

Hobbies:

Drawing, painting, I like to go on runs sometimes, and making bracelets for myself

If you work, what's your profession?

I don't work but I want to be a forensic scientist 😔

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

I WANT TO BE A FORENSIC SCIENTIST DEAR GODDDDDD

Something you're good at:

I'm good at- and get this guys, I'm good at note taking.

Something you collect:

I collect baby parts, Miku figures, and monster cans

Something you forget:

I forget that I'm a trans man sometimes and I refer to myself as she

What's your love language:

Gift giving and also physical touch but I have to be plastered onto the person like a leech

Favorite movie/show:

My favorite movie is Lord of the rings and my favorite TV show is criminal minds

Favorite food:

CREAMY TOMATO PASTA WITH AT LEAST A PIUND OF PARMESAN LET'S GO BABYYYYYYYY

Favorite animal:

my favorite animal is an emperor caterpillar :3

What were you like as a child:

I was a pretty quiet kid, but I started getting louder and more troublesome as I got older

Favorite subject at school:

Theatre it's so fun definitely my favorite class of the day :)

Least favorite subject:

AutoCAD. The teacher is a fucking douche and hates me for my tguy swag and autistic rizz.

What's your best character trait?

Eurmmm I think I'm a good listener but it leads to me getting interrupted and shut out of conversations a lot

What's your worst character trait?

I tend to shut down and stop talking when even the slightest thing goes wrong and if someone tries to talk to me I blow them off and I have to apologize after and I never know what to say in my apologies

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I would remove my boobs. No hesitation.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I think I'd want to meet either Freddie Mercury or Kurt Cobain they're like my heroes

im tagging @sodaroniii @boingzilly @keltherealone @iphone15-hater @normal-entomologizt because I know like nothing about a few of you :>

[shimmerbeasts]

NAME :　Miss Tantabis, usually called Miss T or T for short.

PRONOUNS:　She/Her, might wanna see how I feel about Them.

PREFERENCE  OF  COMMUNICATION: Discord. While I can use the Tumblr IM and use them as icebreakers, I have gotten more used to using Discord nowadays as it is far more reliable.

NAME  OF  MUSE(S): My primary muses are Jinx, Silco and Vi. My secondary muses are Naafiri, Sevika, Vander/Warwick and Kindred. When it comes to my secondary muses, they are not all equal and sometimes one goes more silent while the other one is far more awake. I tend to go where my muses lead me when it comes to replies.

EXPERIENCE  /  HOW  LONG  (  MONTHS  /  YEARS? ): I started rping around the time I finished my A-levels aka my school graduation. That is nine years now. I started on Facebook and forums during these three years when I was in the advanced levels of high school. However, I quickly moved over to Tumblr. I think that was either already in 2014 or at the very least 2015. Though, if we wanna go by writing alone, I have been telling stories since I was six. That means over twenty years worth of writing by now.

BEST  EXPERIENCE: God, this is a hard question. I had many experiences in so many different rp communities. Not all of them were pleasant. However, I believe what I would deem my best experience, is the fact that through rp, outside of meeting amazing rp partners, I also made some very close friends. Some of these people, I have known for years, and they helped me through strife and tribulations. I cannot thank them enough for being the awesome human beings they are. At the same time, I am just so happy with how rpers give me a chance and how they have helped me so much with my ability to world build and finally embrace my own creativity. It may be an ongoing struggle, I still sometimes have, but I know I have people here who adore my ideas and my style and for that I cannot thank them enough.

RP  PET  PEEVES  /  DEALBREAKERS: I think the only real dealbreakers I have are things like blatantly expressed homophobia/racism, etc. Basically, people being dicks. Though that isn't really a surprise and not really RP-related. I think, in that regard, something I really despise is when people try to tell you how to write your blog, your muses, what you curate on your dash. I am not a big fan of one-liners either and normally, prefer multi-para replies. At the same time, if you can give me something to work with and the passion is there, I can also do shorter stuff. I also do not like it if communication does not happen, even though I know I too have to work on that sometimes. RPing is a two-way street and many of my pet peeves relate to that street being disrupted.

MUSE  PREFERENCES  FLUFF,   ANGST  OR  SMUT: I tend to say that I am predominantly a horror writer. Both due to my themes, my choice of characters and my writing style. Because of this, I absolutely love angst, whether that be heavily emotionally taxing angst or gory and violent angst. However, I am not opposed to fluff either, though I prefer if it is coming out of angst. I think that is called hurt/comfort. Smut is something, that while I do enjoy writing it sometimes, is not my biggest strong suit. I can normally only do certain types of smut and even then only with people I trust deeply and where my muses really have chemistry.

PLOTS  OR  MEMES: While I love using memes as an ice breaker just to gauge how our muses would interact with one another and whether our writing style mashes, I am more of a plotting kind of person. I still have to practise this craft a bit more. However, I prefer to have at least an idea of the dynamic we attempt to build with our muses and I always enjoy discussing potential scenes and plots we can do with that dynamic. If we manage to do the proper groundwork, most plots write themselves.

LONG  OR  SHORT  REPLIES: I prefer long threads and replies. I thrive on multi-para to novella roleplays. Threads, which are filled with details and characterisation. I love it when I can really sink my teeth into what has been written and when the reply challenges me to bring forth my A-game. Longer threads keep my passion going and usually make dropping things harder.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I normally write in the early morning hours or afternoon. I do not think there is a best time to write. I am trying to learn to be able to write at pretty much any time. However, I also always check what I am in the mood for. Or I plan to try to finish specific replies. It does not always work.

ARE  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  MUSE(S): From my primary muses, the one I relate to the most and the one who is the loudest and easiest to write for me, is without a doubt, Jinx. While I may not have psychosis or the tendency to commit acts of murder, when it comes to Jinx's personality like her creativity, her wrathfulness and her tendency to overthink, those are elements, with which I deeply connect. By now I have written Jinx and built her and the world she inhabits in a way, which makes her both similar and different to the version of Arcane. This version of Jinx is very dear to me and in my eyes indeed shares some of my qualities.

Tagged by: @knifvd, @ferinehuntress and @tealsteel

Tagging: @the-rogue-dragon, @thenextchapterbegins, @demacianhcart, @blackrosesmatron, @moxxee, @moxxietude, @hexcoremagician, @jynxd, @powdied

[drjholtzmann]

al-fucking-right, im rewatching arcane season 1 and i have no one to talk to about it so we're DOING A POST HERE

this is very possibly common knowledge but im just realising on this second watch that silco's eye injury and facial scarring was not caused by a knife. i misremembered the fight and had assumed it'd been caused by a blade, but vander doesn't use any weapon, the knife only gets pulled at the end by silco to use on vander.

but silco's eye socket is already a bloody mess by then. there's a cut on his cheekbone where presumably vander's fist making contact with bone split the skin open. so the initial injury was blunt force??! which is then mirrored by vander's eye injury in ep 3!! and in that episode silco specifically mentions the river toxins mixing with his blood. SO. SO?? HIS EYE WAS DAMAGED BY BLUNT FORCE AND WAS THE SCARRING A RESULT OF INFECTION FROM THE RIVER?? IS THAT WHATS HAPPENING??

vander beats the shit out of silco's face, busts his eye socket and eye, but his cheek and his forehead aren't damaged in the fight - there's no blood or cuts running up to his hairline or down to his lip. so part of the damage was vander, and was the other part the river, made toxic by the carelessness of piltover?? (thats why he wears the scars proudly, makes the eye his symbol across zaun, a symbol of the betrayal of both family and of topside??) and then when he ends up using shimmer to try treat/fix/halt further deterioration it in turn causes even more visible damage and corruption, discolouring his eye and the scarred skin around it.

BECAUSE.

BECAUSE.

in the alternate universe his scarring is SIGNIFICANTLY LESS SEVERE. shimmer doesn't exist there so he hasn't used that to treat it, but other than that his eye looks normal. damaged and milky and sightless, but normal. and even if he IS still using makeup to cover the discolouration of his scars, they're still nowhere near as pronounced as they are in the main universe. and i assume that in the main universe the reason he covers the discolouration is not to hide the scars (he would still wear his hair long if that was the intention) but to hide the effects of shimmer. he's peddling this to EVERYONE, he can't show weakness by revealing that he is no better than them, that he uses it too (and therefore has to keep using it) and that it has caused in him a physical corruption the same as anyone else.

it's all making me insane. i still havent finished this first rewatch of the whole show so idk what else ive forgotten or misremembered but im bracing for more psychic damage

[lokilysolbitch]

idk why, i suspect it's the dissociative disorder, whenever i watch movies i have amnesia of about 90? percent of the plot. like. fully gone. like this is /srs. i finish a movie and at one specific point between two hours-a few days later i go from having a good general summary to "um there was some kids and like they got golden tickets............and there's a boat scene,,,,,,,and i think a kid goes home. and there's like a chocolate river at some point?". and the memory wipe happens all at once

but for some reason i will have a characters vibe check DOWN

anyways it makes me feel like such a clueless genius bc whenever i see fandom stuff i'll be like "yeah see because silco is not wholly evil, he cares but almost in a overly tough parent way. he's stuck in the trauma mindset that strength and safety are only gained by hitting everyone who isn't you and when he pushes this on other people he's genuinely trying to protect them. but he's scared still............................... what do you mean he became a crime lord"

while i'm here actually here's my memory of the plot of arcane. mind you i first watched it i think maybe a week into this month? and i'm currently rewatching it and i'm at ep 4 or 5:

okay so there's like vi powder and claggor and mylo and they like steal stuff on the regular. and they steal stuff from jayce's lab but get caught and then the enforcers take vander but then silco takes vander. And then they fight and silco adopts powder.

umm and then victor helps jayce like. make hex straps tech. and heimerdinger is like no but then i think he's like okay never mind go ahead. and jayce gets famous and put on mugs. also jinx like. explodes a building.

okay everything after is episodes i haven't rewatched yet

so. um. there's a deal jayce (?or someone) makes w silco?? and caitlyn is in the undercity for like research. idk. fuck. oh ekko fights jinx at some point. and jinx captures vi and cait and silco. and silco dies. i'm trying to remember what else happens before viktor becomes jesus. i just know he becomes jesus. shit okay so. well viktor gets a balayage and becomes jesus. OH WAIT a building explodes somewhere. and then viktor is in the hexjelly. and jayce looks him up and down four separate times i know this from tiktok memes. and THEN viktor becomes jesus. and gets a balayage and starts a community. and then jayce kills him? and then time travel? and a ekko au. oh also ambessa is somewhere. and mel is like. in a rose. and she becomes a wizard. also oh jayce gets a beard and i think he kills salo after that. annnnd. fuck. there's a boss battle. oh and vander is a werewolf. singed exists???????? god. wait and then viktor is like a robot????????? guys i'm seeing like 10 still images in my head and im trying to put together the pieces. oh viktor (robot) and jayce (bearded) have a really sensual fight. and they don't even kiss. and then. cait kills maddie. or mel kills maddie. or ambessa?????? ambessa is definitely there. oh and cait got fighting lessons from ambessa at some point. normally i remember the end but not this time. i know viktor and jayce turn to space dust. the end

also apparently jayce eats lizards in a canyon and i have no memory of this but i keep seeing memes about it. part of the reason i'm rewatching is bc i need to see this bc why was he eating lizards

[skeletonsweatshirt]

How about something with Vander! What’s his morning routine like? Maybe something with Vander and his s/o? Only if you want to ofc!

I CAME UP WITH AN IDEA FOR THIS AS SOON AS I SAW THIS

Vander's morning routine with his s/o

Vander x gn!reader

Tags: DOMESTIC FLUUUUUUFFFFFFF, Big guy lovin his partner, im so gay, I didn't proofread this, I was too tired

A/N: I am currently in a lot of pain so I'm laying in bed writing because its fun. Enjoy the domestic fluff people, I know I do. Also excuse the fact this post is a bit shorter than the Silco one, it's just there's only so much you can write about a morning routine, especially with a man as busy as Vander.

Context: For these headcannons I am imagining you and Vander living together, whatever stage of your relationship you are at.

He 100% wakes up earlier than he needs to just so he can cuddle with you for a bit before he actually has to get out of bed.

When he does get out of bed, he always leaves you with a kiss on the forehead and I mumbled "Love you" into your ear.

I see Vander as a man that has a long ass morning routine despite not seeming like it.

He showers every morning, cleans up his beard, deodorant, cologne, the whole nine yards.

I mean he owns a business and is the figurehead of the undercity, he has to look good.

Even if you don't get up as early as Vander, he is still usually in the house by the time you get up.

To be fair at that point he is usually fully dressed and almost finished making breakfast for the both of you, but it is a pleasant 30 minutes you guys get to enjoy together before Vander has to go work.

Vander is actually a really good cook. No matter what he's making, it's always delicious.

Vander is always really touchy right before he leaves, because if you don't work at the Last Drop, he won't be seeing you for a few hours, so he wants to make the time with you last.

Even after he leaves, you think about him all day because Vander leaves notes around the house reminding you about different things that either you often forget to do, he forgets to do, or they're just cute little notes reminding you how much he loves you.

As your eyes crack open, slowly adjusting to the sunlight that was beaming in through your ajar window. You haul your comforter over your head in an attempt to capture the few fleeting minutes of sleep you have left. That plan is quickly foiled, however, as the smell of bacon and eggs drifts down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.

You groan softly and gradually get out of bed. You start your walk out of your room and towards the kitchen, only taking a few moments to stop in front of your vanity mirror and tame the bird's nest atop your head.

Just as you reach the end of the hallway, whatever thoughts you may have been having previously are interrupted by Vander's cheery humming and his brief "good morning" as he continued on cooking.

You sit on a barstool right by the counter and gently rub your hands over your face in an attempt to wake yourself up. You let out a sigh just as Vander slides a plate of delectable-smelling food right under your nose.

"Eat up, honey. Maybe it'll help wake you a bit." He stated, sleep still evident in his voice despite how long he's probably been awake for.

You slowly take the fork he included with your dish and poke at a piece of egg before lifting it to your lips, briefly blowing on it, and popping it in your mouth. Vander soon joins and takes the seat next to yours. Your early morning brain can't help but wonder how that little bar stool can handle holding up Vander, who is probably 90% muscle at this point.

You both continue eating, exchanging small conversation and random early-morning small talk. Vander seems to be eating faster than normal, and when you finally let your eyes wander to the clock hanging above the stove, you realize why.

Although it seems Vander beat you to the thought as he stands, deposits his dishes into the sink and he makes his way over to where you sit, arms open in anticipation of a hug. You're hesitant to give it to him, you know once he gets his after-breakfast affection he's going to have to leave. You hate when he has to leave.

"Come on, love. I'm damn close to running late." He had now woken up a bit, but it barely changed his gruff accent.

You groan as you cave in and bury your head into his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his middle. Vander was always so...comfy. If you hadn't just started to wake up you would fall asleep right there. But you can't, not when you have to get ready and Vander needs to leave.

"Have a good day, Van." You coo as he leans down and steals a goodbye kiss from you.

"You too, honey. I love you."

[hella1975]

You are the only fucking one with normal opinions about arcane and I Wish you were there to see when everyone’s tiktoks were full of nothing about arcane and everyone being feral over silco and his nasty ass and Viktor who is. Fine. The best of the topsiders but still involved in an overall boring plot unless it was about himself and his disability which were the only interesting parts on the top end. Or Vi and Cait and I Don’t Like Cait very much. Like she’s Fine but god she’s fucking dumb sometimes and doesn’t know when to shut up and I don’t like her in the game either. I wish we saw more Ekko in the show tho.

How do we feel about the thought of Ekko and Jinx’s fight feeling like Zuko and Azulas. Second part could you imagine if they interlaced the Zuko and Azula scene with them play fighting as kids like arcane did? I wouldn’t have survived that actually. Or the parallels of Jinx and Vi to Vander and Silco and the siblings who care for each other despite despite despite. Also! So many people were mad at Vi for hitting Jinx but that whole scene was a very human response? She (accidentally) killed like their whole family? She just had a big fight? I’m sure her adrenaline is through the fucking roof and people forget she’s also a child at this point. She immediately regretted it and walked away to calm down and then got picked up before she could come back and help or fix things. Like obv that’s not the best thing she could do but I don’t think she was in the head space to gentle parent her sister. I have so much to say about this show and everybody else had such different opinions on the whole thing 😩

OMG OMG YES EXACTLY okay i have several things to say about like. all of this so im bulletpointing lmao

silco - WAIT WERE WE SUPPOSED TO LIKE SILCO??? WHAT??? like even in a 'villain who was justified' or even 'villain you can sympathise with if not justify' i just genuinely wholeheartedly dont like him. looking at an incredibly mentally ill girl and saying she's perfect is not a redemption. putting drugs into your own streets and getting your own people addicted to the point of being loyal to you is not a redemption. there is literally nothing good about his character. im pretty sure i put in the tags the first time i really saw him that basically his anger towards topside was 100% justified and even his desire to use extreme measures after so long being ignored, but you totally lose that the moment you turn on your own people. like okay mr manipulating class traitor of the year respectfully i was not upset when you died

viktor - i was soooo disappointed by viktor's character bc i genuinely REALLY wanted to like him like i was so intrigued by his disability and i love that he's a nerd and an underdog and can be abrasive at times and i thought there was SO much potential with him being from the undercity, but he was just so so passive and half the time i was just angry at him and shouting at the screen. like he's watching these toffs who dont know anything about the undercity - and havent even been there - discuss the future of people JUST LIKE HIM and he just allowed it. he only cared about his inventions and maybe that will be explored in season 2 bc it seems like they're taking a narrative where it shows his obsession to the point of detriment (what happened to that assistant that fancied him) and he'll possibly change for the better but as of right now he's just completely forgotten his roots and only remembered the undercity when it benefited his inventions. he went off with 'in the pursuit of great, we forgot to do good' though like i'll allow him that much that quote fucks stupendously

cait - same hat as viktor i REALLY wanted to like her bc it seems like we might actually be getting queer rep and i dont want to hate 50% of the couple but my god is she ignorant. and actually ignorance isn't the problem it's not a crime to be oblivious and it's not her fault she was born into a better life than vi, but it was her insensitivity with her ignorance that bugged me like girl just SHUT UP SOMETIMES MAYBE???? like it's very easy to look at a situation you haven't been in and go 'i would never have said that in a million years' but i can still safely say that if i was in the slums surrounded by victims of horrific addiction who have been turned on by even their own people and now live in the most extreme clutches of poverty, and i was there with a girl raised in this environment who only knows how to fight and has been beaten down again and again and has spent the past few years in prison, something im intimately aware of as the person who BROKE HER OUT, then i wouldnt go 'i think this is a good time to be accusatory about her homelife actually'. like literally what the fuck was the thought process. and it wasn't a one time thing she did it ALL the time i genuinely dont know how vi didn't hit her she's so lucky she's hot

zuko and azula - WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS TO ME MY GODDDD like that tiny snippet of them playing in the palace garden as kids except it's an entire scene of parallels to them in the agni kai. despicable

vi hitting jinx - i actually laughed out loud when i read that people are apparently getting aggy about the fact vi hit jinx. i have to assume people making those takes dont have siblings. i have hit my sister for far less and can guarantee if she accidentally killed all my loved ones then she'd be getting an awful lot more than a slap to the face. siblings fight. it's literally a universally accepted fact. it's not FUN or GOOD but it still happens and 99% of the time it's over shit much less serious than what these two were fighting over. touch grass

[xmemeanonx]

Hello! I saw you’re open for requests for arcane?

If you don’t mind, I’d like a yandere!Vander x reader! They are 21 so there’s an age gap (if you don’t mind writing for that) if not you can make them around ganders age! I’d just like the reader to be very bold and charismatic. That’s all! Thank you and I love your pfp

This handsome, handsome man omfg. Im soo gay but himm??? omg,,,, I've literally been obsessed with this show, so I cant wait to write more for it. Literally every character has me by the THROAT

= = =

Vander: protective, manipulative, obsessive

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Vander is a very two sided yandere 

The weird thing about Vander is that the two of you could have a relatively normal relationship if you wanted too. And it would be a perfectly healthy one too. Obviously the way he became infatuated with you the moment he saw you wasn't very healthy, Vander actually recognizes that and works to fight those,,,, urges. The only ways that his darker side would ever come out would be if:

A. you're life is being threatened. 

B. you were harmed by another (especially those with malicious intent,, Silco). 

C. you were a threat.

Let me explain the last one. You can't be someone like Silco, that's too personal. You would have needed to be something smaller. A thief, a loud-mouthed thug who enjoys pestering others a bit too much, or an enforcer with traditional beliefs. Vander understands the concept of doing what you need to survive better than anyone and he is more than willing to give you a second chance to show that you're not all bad.  

If you take that opportunity, Vander offers you the chance for the two of you to grow close in a healthy, natural way. He absolutely adores your bold and charismatic nature, and he can banter with you so well that even a blind man would be able to see how absolutely whipped he is.  

Omfgg, imagine the way Vander would just,,, glare at someone who was flirting with you. The amount of jealousy that would plastered all over his face would be just unbelievable.  

Powder just straight up asked when the wedding will be. Vander forgets how to breathe, you spit out your drink all over the bar.   

Yandere Vander is one of the purist examples of a protective yandere. Sure, he can be a bit manipulative at times, but Jesus, does he just want to do the right thing by keeping you safe. The man has so much love to give. Towards his kids, towards his people. 

But especially towards you.

Unfortunately, If you don't take that opportunity, his manipulative side comes out. It doesn't matter what age you are, how could you possibly be this thick? You're a threat to himself and possibly his kids, you're unwilling to change, so why does he still love you? He can't work with someone who is unwilling, and he won't let his enemies think he lets people like you walk all over him. So he just takes you, and he hides you away. You'll learn to love him, eventually.  

= = =  

IMO, it takes a really persistent darling for Vander to get dark like that. He's a very good manipulator and is more than willing to use less,,, Pg tactics to get you on his side when he's getting desperate. 

But imagine if Silco was flirting with you to get under Vander skin. But eventually he ends up becoming obsessed too, which only pisses off Vander even more.