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#JUST FINISHED ARCANE
hyuckonia · 1 month
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very first 10 seconds of the tsum event and Kalim getting beaned by his tsum and lilia was like "oh guess i wasnt fast enough to stop it myb bro" SHUT UPPPDNAHAAJHA KALIMS SCREAM HAD ME LAUGHING SO HARD I WAS GUNNA CRY whatever i love them so badLMAOOOOO
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kalicocal · 2 years
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blind to you
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polararts · 1 year
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Chucks one last Arcane thing at you
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spoopy-nevermore-dump · 2 months
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I think Lenore should go insane actually
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dilf-din · 9 months
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—Silco, Arcane episode 9
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caitlyn-kirammans · 5 months
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BLUE EYE SAMURAI: 1x01 - "Hammerscale" ↳ Okay, lost boy. Walk east to the Kamo River. Take the bridge to the temple with the thousand creepy statues. It's on the hill just past."
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spacedlexi · 5 months
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when u want to like a character so so bad but theyre a cop so its impossible
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myrkkymato · 4 months
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Sevika
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Here it is! Next I want to draw something softer (I'd love to hear your ideas!!)
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Caitvi sketch but it's Demon Vi skin instead cuz hehzbjsjwnzjjsjsnns
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lepusrufus · 1 year
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If you ever think surely this gremlin can't make another AU then you'd be dead wrong anyway Bly Manor caitvi AU just snipe me already
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kalicocal · 10 months
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a litany for the dead
INPRNT | Ko-Fi | Society6
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hatekawa · 8 months
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Do you mind if I have a message to the Anons? (you can just ignore this ask if you don't wanna post it)
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My Dear Anons and everyone here present
Plz Let Kawa Cook and Chill a little
As you could see from the last posts, she didn't had a nice time lately, so she deserves to just sit and enjoy her drawings If she will be ready to show us some of her gorgouse work, she'll show it
Guys plz remember that asking Artists "When will be the next chapter of this and that", "What are you cooking there" isn't always a good thing, there are a lot of us here, it can make the artist tired and it (in my opinon) doesn't really help to get more motivation if everyone is asking these questions
Guys! Some mistery from the Artist side is good! It will hype us more!
(Again Kawa, you can just ignore this Ask if you are not comfortable with answering it, I hope that you feel a little better then before)
Okay, so.
Today was my first day in a new school. Im very anxious about this. New people, new surroundings, new stuff to learn and new responsibilities.
Because of my school year starting, I'll have less time for myself which means less time to draw and write :(
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Im planning on some stuff for you, but I dont wanna tell you what it is. I want you to have a surprise & its much less pressure for me!
& I dont mind asks, comments, dms, requests or questions. I like when you talk to me!
Just please be patient with me, and thank you!
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HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT/ANYTHING!!!!!!🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷omg the hearts are so pretty what yhe hell
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revelisms · 23 days
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Excerpt: Six Years
Vi wrestles with the realization of how much her sister has changed—and how many unwanted parallels she sees between Silco and their father. From a work-in-progress set after heron blue.
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In some ways, she was still so familiar. Her perpetual nest of a living condition and geriatric sense of humor; her inability (refusal) to tend to her hair, herself. Yet, in so many ways, she's nothing like the girl Vi remembers. 
A shell. A stranger.
Jinx—a name that doesn't belong to her sister, that christens a girl who spits at the name Powder; whose body bares sinew and steel, wears yellowed stains at her chipped fingernails and speaks a drawl decades beyond her years—isn't a child, anymore. 
Eleven years, enmeshed in each others' days and nights; eleven, that Vi had always been with her. 
Powder's rock and shield. Powder's everything.  
Then the cannery had happened. Stillwater had happened. That monster had happened—
A monster whose gait she could pick out from a crowd: hears prowling over the floors now, above the jukebox and the metal tickings and her sister's self-directed rambling—a heavy-heeled th-thumping up the varnished steps, his coat a devil's whisper against the walls.
Vi steels herself. Beside her, Jinx prattles on. 
"Y'ever thought of fighting in a ring, sis?"
Th-thump, th-thumping over the dark floors.  
"You'd be the scrappiest scrapper in the Underground. Bet they'd call ya the Red Devil—or Lead Lettie—or Sourmouth Suckerpunch—"
She stares, unblinking, plastic squeezed beneath her thumb. Through the sliver of her sister's cracked door, a polish-slick boot wades through the shadows. Stills.  
"What you really need," Jinx says, with a lax crook of her screwdriver, "is a pair of Vandie's old gauntlets—that'll set'em right."
Vi swallows. The hall's dark devours the wraith on the other side of the door: shrouds all but the unearthly cat's-eye that tips over the leather at his shoulder, burning like a funeral pyre over a rotting corpse. 
"Yeah," she says, stiffly. Comb-teeth bite into her palm. "That's all I need."
His stare lingers—three-four-five beats—before it flits to the floor, trails over the blue tangled within her fingers, traces its mess back to the girl lounged beside her. Jinx stays worlds away in her tinkering, head lolled against the floor. She wrenches another screw into place.
"It's late," Jinx huffs, without needing a glance. "I know."
Silence, for a moment. Then Silco agrees, "It's late, indeed."
Jinx scowls. "One'ta talk."
If the shadows weren't playing a trick on her, Vi might have thought he'd smirked. But that bastard never smiled—never did anything but glare over his paperwork, around the vile plumes of his cigars: eyeing her hyena of a sister like a stray in need of a meal, and Vi like a bull ready to charge. 
Signing a blood-pact to his enterprise (their city's scheme for fiscal independence; her sister's unfathomable choice for a homestead) had done nothing in the way of trust. He'd taken an overseer's scrutiny to her, from the day she'd put her name in ink: a dead-eyed panopticon hounding her every waking hour, as though she'd never left that molding cell.
On one hand, a part of her reasoned, he had a right—sizing up her methods, as he would any new recruit; strategizing where best to slot her in the arteries of a drug-machine already years on the march. A more cynical thread knew he was laying his cards flat and playing the long game. Slouching back, idly, with eyes unblinking, to find any reason to put her under his heel.
She stares at the unmarred side of his face: a dim halo in a coal-blackened sea.
Eleven years that she'd been with Powder.
Six—nearly seven, now—that Jinx has had this snake at her side.
From the doorway, his shadow gravels, "I take it you'll be off soon." 
"Soon as the bell chimes." Jinx flits her wrist, pinkie-promise. "Not a rhyme later—cross my hearts and hope to snore."
Silco makes a low chuff at that: strange, quiet, bemused. A not-quite laugh, like Dad used to do. 
For a moment, a breath tangled in her throat, Vi sees him. 
He was tower of a man, thin as a string. His voice itched with smoke-pocked lungs and dreams that glittered like the stars. He kept chewing tobacco sweetened with cinnamon under his tongue, and he wore the mines on his clothes; gave hugs that made one's soul feel like it'd been wrapped in down-feathers; made the moonlight seem like nothing more than hand-sculpted glass: some beautiful thing he'd spooled on a thread and hung up there for all to see.
He'd been everything to her—her image of whistle-toothed optimism, her laughter, her guiding light—until he wasn't.
Freckles smattering her cheeks, her unruly hair the color of redmilk tea, a younger version of herself had shrieked over the idea of having to share her plates, pillows, toys with some snot-nosed little girl—a blue-haired, rambunctious, wailing thing—a sister. She'd stomped her feet and thrown fits over it. Told Dad, flat out: I don't wanna have her!
He'd stood slouched over her, hands bracketed at his thin waist, a glitter in his pale eyes, and chuffed. You'll do great, Lettie. His smile always pulled a touch crooked at one corner: a sincerity that, without fail, made her believe him. 
She'd always believed him, then. 
She was too young, too naïve not to.
Staring into an empty threshold, into a shadowed hall, a ghost of footsteps thudding down the dark floors, Vi fights to forget their father's voice. To block out the echo of a rasp no part of her wants to compare to it. To ignore the remnants of smoke on the air—tower of a man, thin as a string, heels heavy-footed from those damn mines—that belonged to a man she'd sooner wring the neck of. Wouldn't dare put in the same vein of everything their father was.
(Complicated. Self-loathing. Hellishly tempered. Kind.)
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creators: here is a charismatic character who, due to certain circumstances, becomes an anti-hero and a very influential person in the criminal world, whose actions are explained in the context of the general setting, who calmly gets his hands in blood, but at the same time you can understand why he became like that and in general is not without tragedy
me: sounds great, but it’s still not a fact that I’ll love him, any more arguments?
creators: he is a loving father
me: fuck, I'll take it
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watchmakermori · 2 years
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something I appreciate arcane for above all else is the perspective it takes on violence and change. it would have been so easy for this show to take a ‘violence is never the answer’ stance, wherein silco’s aggression and terrorism only make things worse for the people of zaun and his anger gets in the way of resolution. likewise, it also would’ve been very easy for this show to take a ‘violence is always the answer’ approach, leaning harder on the revolution aspect and taking the stance that compromise with oppressors is always failure. but instead, it approaches these themes with a lot more nuance, showing how violence can both aid and hinder progress, and how brokering peace can often only solve conflict in the short term
this is represented most keenly via vander and silco. we’re positioned to like vander, and his goals are sympathetic; he has an uneasy peace with the enforcers, which keeps the undercity in poverty but saves them from more tyrannical violence. it’s understandable why he wants this, after having lost so much in a previous revolution, but it ultimately hurts the city in the long run. constantly making peace with piltover leads to dissent amongst his own people, and his inaction is the catalyst that allows silco to take over. that puts the people of zaun in even more peril
but silco also represents change. he’s a ruthless kingpin who ravages his own people with shimmer, but the power he holds is what ultimately gives zaun a chance at independence. the council would never have entertained this when vander was in charge, because he bowed to their every whim. by becoming a genuine threat, silco gained bargaining power, and very nearly gained the independence he’d spent years grasping for
I really like that the thing which dooms zaun and piltover’s prospect of peace is not silco’s destructive nature. it’s his benevolence - his love for his daughter, who he refuses to give up. but on the other side of this, it is jinx’s violence that ultimately shatters any chance of peace between the two nations, when she makes the decision to attack the council
there are just so many layers to it, and this theme is present in more than just silco and vander’s characters too. we see how horrified jayce is when he accidentally - but brutally - kills a child in the undercity, but we also know that the council’s ongoing negligence towards zaun kills far more children, and he was happy to ignore that for years. we see how heimerdinger cautions against developing hextech for fear of the destruction it could cause, yet ignores the day-to-day suffering that hextech might alleviate, because he is privileged enough to turn away from it.
arcane is one of very few stories that successfully takes a big-picture look at how violence and peace are not necessarily polar opposites, and how sometimes brokering a peace to maintain an oppressive system is the most violent thing you can do. it manages to capture the nuances of how violence can both help and hinder a cause, without ever giving us an easy answer of how to resolve things. i love it so much and I hope that complexity carries through into the next season
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sharlsainz · 4 months
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BABEL SPOILERS AJSJSHSHDH
no bc i wasn't prepared to lose griffin harley after witnessing robin swift being tortured like that. i thought, when he finally came, with all of his theatrics of destroying oxford castle all on his own, they all would be fine. like it's just part in the book/movie when the rescue worked and they'd go on the next task. like that duel showdown wasn't going to make them lose more. like griffin was never supposed to leave robin there. like robin and victoire was supposed to be safe after that, after getting betrayed and losing their best friend. like it all wasn't supposed to happened, but it did and im broken about it still after hours of it happening
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