#Netflic Arcane

[hyperesthesias]

Mean Right Hook

Notes: This is an excerpt to a fanfiction I probably won't write in its entirety. I tried to keep things in-universe, but there is mention of Czech and 'horseless carriages'. I didn't intend for it to turn out like Biff vs. George McFly at the end there lol but if you'd like listening material while you read, The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News is good accompaniment haha.

Context: Viktor is involved with a woman named Anya. They grew up in the same area, and lost contact. They reconnected later in Piltover, shortly before he met Jayce. Anya is an alumnus of the Academy, she is a mage and a theoretical physicist, and a patron for Viktor and later HexTech. In this scene, Viktor and Anya reconnect after fifteen years at an Academy donor event. The head of Public Relations, Derek, is not a good person.

potential warnings: ableism, derek doesn't respect women, fist fight, derek is a douche to both viktor and anya.

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Viktor readied himself at the mirror: a decent tie, a pressed vest. He had brushed his hair – though he wasn’t sure anyone would notice either way. He was rarely noticed at all. But as assistant to the Dean, he was required to attend the annual donor event. Administration work at the Academy wasn’t always paperwork and menial errands. There were rare occasions when the faculty saw the light of day.

He found no enjoyment from the mingling, neither the stench of money, nor the pitiful glances whenever mentions of his humble beginnings surfaced. His poor origins made for excellent public relations. Still, he gathered a smile and nursed a glass of champagne as he gave prospective donors rehearsed answers regarding current Academy projects. 

There was a reason he was an administrative assistant and not in public relations. 

He preferred the company of his own projects, his own inventions and endeavours.

No one asked about them.

Derek, the head of the Public Relations department had been tasked with finding wealthy prospective donors to invite to the event. From what Viktor had heard, this year Derek had found only one. Heimerdinger wasn’t happy about it. Though the word was, the single donor he found was willing to give more than twice what was projected from all the other donors combined. 

Viktor had difficulty believing it. Derek was a smooth talker and an over-promiser. Ever since Derek transferred to the Academy three years ago, Viktor had to clean up a couple of his messes twice already when he got into hot water with two other donors. Female donors. He had trouble taking ‘no’ for an answer.

Derek arrived with a woman – Viktor watched them enter the room from a distance. He was already talking, a grin plastered against his face, while the woman searched the crowd of people. He wondered whether she was looking for someone she knew, or the closest exit. She didn’t appear enthralled with his speech or presence.

She was shorter than her obligatory companion, with long dark hair that trailed past her knees; there were soft pink-white flowers placed in the bed of her hair. She wore a radiant white, half sheer dress that seemed to glimmer under the bright lights of the auditorium, it had a small train that followed her; it contrasted against her honey complexion. She looked like a brilliant star.

Her eyes passed him by, and for a fraction of a moment, he thought he saw recognition in her. But he had never met a woman of her apparent status before, he had no reason to, neither any desire. They had nothing in common.

He watched as Derek insisted she meet several other recurring donors, as well as the Ecology professor – whose current project was on the docket to be supported. He guided her with a hand around her waist, and Viktor saw her recoil with the flash of a disdainful glance at her chaperone. She maintained her composure and grace, and pried herself away, finding an excuse to take a brief leave away from him. He ran his mouth enough for the both of them, and the donors were entertained enough as the woman left and wound through the crowd. 

Despite Viktor’s distaste for the elite and wealthy, he felt a moral obligation to warn her of Derek’s history should they cross paths. 

He lost track of her somewhere in the mingling. Between having to keep his balance from the people who were careless of where they stepped around his cane, and being stopped by Heimerdinger to answer the occasional admin question, Viktor found himself preoccupied. 

But he felt a presence behind him, and someone called out his name –

“Viktor?”

He turned, careful not to have his cane kicked out from under him again, and not to spill champagne on a prospective donor. “Yes?”

The woman stood there, in front of him now, a curious expression on her face – as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle. She smiled – wide and bright. “Viktor, you look the same. All grown up.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t you remember me?” she asked in Czech. She chuckled, “It’s me – Anya. We used to play together by the dam.”

He furrowed, piecing the same puzzle together himself. She was not thin and emaciated – her hair was fuller and much longer with age, as was custom of her species. She wasn’t covered in streaks of grease. The accent that mirrored his own had faded only slightly, just like his. Her eyes had stayed the same: dark and intense, but a lightning bolt away from levity. A smile began to pull at the corner of his mouth. “Anya? Is that you? Little Anya?”

She laughed. “It has been so long.”

“A lifetime.” Words eluded him for a moment before he took a breath. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m here to make a donation.”

He shook his head. “Of course. I saw you come in with Derek.” His lips pursed as his sights fell to the head of PR, still lingering in the distance. He looked away the moment he locked eyes with the man. Damn.

Her smile faded quickly. “Yes.” She was about to expand on her displeasure, when she was cut short.

“Anya,” he spoke in their shared language as Derek moved swiftly through the crowd towards them. “Please be careful around him. He has a reputation.”

“What kind of reputation?” She found herself moving closer to her old friend.

“A philanderer. He will not understand your culture.” It took everything in him not to embrace her as she stepped forward.

“Miss Anya – I lost you for a moment. My apologies.”

“That’s fine,” she said and took a step to the side. “It gave me a chance to reconnect with an old friend.” 

Derek looked Viktor in the eye and shook his hand for the first time in the three years he’d worked there. “That’s great.” He forced a practiced smile. “There are several other benefactors I was hoping you’d meet this evening.” He began to reach a hand for her hip to guide her away.

Anya pulled her body away, but Derek’s hand continued to search for her.

“I believe the lady can decide for herself,” Viktor said and positioned himself halfway between them.

Anya gave her friend a grateful smile. She gathered the small train of her dress and proceeded to follow her escort. “Will I see you again?” She asked Viktor before she left.

He had hoped she would linger – if not beside him, then in his vicinity. He had not realized, until that moment, how much he had missed her presence. “I hope so.”

She took one last look over her shoulder and disappeared into the crowd once more, shielding herself from the prying eyes and hands of the man at her side. Viktor knew Anya could defend herself. He had seen her do it with his own eyes. But still, he worried.

He had vivid memories of them in Zaun, the way she would bark and smack at anyone who did or said anything out of turn towards him or herself. He wasn’t often included by the other children, neither was he granted much patience. Anya was the exception. They did not see each other everyday, neither were they particularly close. But she had made a lasting impression on him. An engraving of goodness and hope: that there were still corners of light even in the darkest depths of life. He had never expected to see her in Piltover. His own escape from the undercity was a rarity. He was happy for her, nonetheless.

He wondered if it would be the last time they spoke. Again. 

The following day was duller than the last, save for the fact that Heimerdinger had several errands he entrusted to Viktor. It was a welcome break in his mundane. But regardless of what he did, or where, or for whom, the only thing he could think about was Anya. 

She looked well. He was almost envious. But she could not help the immunity to toxins granted to her by her species. She looked human – among any other group of humans, one could not distinguish her species from the others around her. But her muscles, her bones were denser, her temperature was hotter, every strand of her hair was a single nerve – thus her species never cut their hair, and it was forbidden for anyone but a person’s parents or spouse to touch it. He remembered distinctly, a boy once tried to pull on a lock of it, and she shrieked with fear and pain before he even tugged. She then promptly punched him in the face – the density of her species’ muscles gave her a mean right hook. Her parents gave the boy a tongue lashing, and Viktor was always careful to keep himself away from her mane, no matter how long it got.

He wondered if she married, if that was how she found her wealth and status. He did not mean it as an insult. But such luxury is difficult to obtain when one originates from the sewer grates. He would never fault her if she found safety by marriage. Still, he worried. Her species took only one lover over their long lifetime – a bonding lasting several centuries. He read about it in a cultural history textbook during his time at the Academy. Her species could forever feel the connection to their lover, even in death. He didn’t know how it worked. He largely regarded it as a spiritual superstition. 

All he knew, whether superstition or not, her species took it as seriously as life and death. He worried that if she married for safety and money rather than happiness, she would be miserable all the long years of her life. She was a good person – a decent person, which was also a rarity. He wanted nothing but the best for the person who had brought him a sense of peace as a child.

Viktor arrived back at the Academy in a horseless carriage. His back was tired, and his leg was stiffening up. He was looking forward to the repose of his quiet office. But as he rolled to a halt, he found that someone had taken his spot in the lot. It was a closer spot to the entrance – an accommodation given to him by Heimerdinger himself. 

He sighed and rested his head on the wheel, his hands clutching either side. 

He looked up again and saw a faculty permit on the rear of the vehicle. If he squinted, he could make out the words: ‘Derek’, and ‘Relations’. It was a nice vehicle, much nicer than his own, and if he had to guess, it had been bought with the Academy’s coin. This wasn’t the first time he’d had this exact issue with Derek – and others. But it was more and more aggravating each and every time. He drew in a silent breath as he closed his eyes and debated whether or not he wanted to pick a fight with a department head. Viktor was connected, but he wasn’t impervious to grudges from higher ups.

The thought of Derek’s hand around Anya’s waist flashed hot across his memory, and he made a decision. Whether it was a good or bad decision remained to be seen.

Viktor got out of the carriage and hailed an attendant. As he did, Derek appeared from one of the building exits, followed by Anya. He presumed he was instructed to court her with fine wine and lavish afternoons, as a way to offer her all the reasons she should give her well earned money to the Academy. He also presumed he meant to impress her with his gilded carriage. If she was still the same Anya he remembered, however, she would not be impressed with gold.

Viktor stood there with his own carriage behind Derek’s, leaning on his cane a little harder than he would have liked. He stood up straight as they met eyes.

“You seem to have taken my spot,” he motioned with a flat smile.

“Right, yeah – I’ll move it in a minute.”

“No need. I have already asked the attendant to move it. You will be able to retrieve it at the Academy backlot later today.” He glanced at Anya who moved from around her escort and between the two men. She was again, in her culture’s formal wear, and her hair draped along her shoulders and down her back.

“You’re having it towed?”

“That is policy,” he shrugged. 

Derek swallowed the fury that was beginning to froth at his throat. He leaned in and quieted his voice to a growl. “Your boss won’t be too happy when he learns you’re obstructing this potential patronage.”

Viktor didn’t flinch.

“My patronage is guided by neither material nor opulence,” Anya said. She stood beside her friend, trying to break the other’s harsh gaze. “I would rather not be persuaded by someone who has such little care for their subordinates.”

Derek scoffed. “He’s not even from my department.”

“That is true,” Viktor hummed. “If anything, it is me who has cleaned up your messes. I don’t think it would be looked favorably upon to have an Academy vehicle impounded. Three strikes, and you are out, as they say.”

Derek rose to his height over Viktor. “Are you threatening me?”

“I am merely stating a fact. On your third infringement, you will be terminated.”

“You’ve had it out for me since I got here, plebe.” The man seized Viktor’s vest.

Viktor pulled away and put up an arm to defend himself. 

Anya smacked him hard across the face and hissed. “Don’t touch him.”

Derek grabbed Anya’s wrist and bent her arm to pry her away.

With her one hand immobilized, Anya struck him with the palm of her other hand – a sharp impact on his collarbone.

He let out a gnarled cry, and turned to her with rage in his eyes. He let go of her hand, and took hold of her hair instead, yanking her head backwards.

Anya let out a scream of pain and terror. 

Viktor pushed her behind him and took the body of his cane in his palm. In one long, powerful stroke he swung it with every ounce of strength he had –

It fell with a crack onto the bridge of Derek’s nose. 

His hand relinquished Anya’s hair and he fell to the ground in a mound of pain and blood.

Viktor immediately put himself between them, ushering her away from the other as quickly and deftly as he could. He watched an attendant in the distance arrive with a larger vehicle; he hurried at the sight of the commotion. 

“Are you okay?” Viktor asked in their shared language. His hands gently rested on her arms – careful not to touch any loose strands that were still draped over her. 

She let a shaky breath, holding the lock that Derek had grabbed. With a nod, she rested her brow on her friend’s shoulder.

“Let me take you home,” he said. 

She did not protest.

He found she lived in a large home, a mansion – the kind of home he could only dream of as a child. It made little sense to him how she acquired it, but he knew better than to ask. There was no spouse to greet her, nor any children. She lived there alone, she said. 

He had resigned himself and gladly accepted his fate of loneliness. But Anya was too kind a person to live lonely all her life. He wondered if she was happy.

She invited him for coffee and sweet bread, but he declined. He had caused her enough trouble for one afternoon. 

Heimerdinger was waiting in Viktor’s office when he returned.

“There will be an investigation – but it will be open and shut. There were multiple witnesses as to what happened. I am required to reprimand you for your use of violence. Consider this your reprimanding,” he gave his protege a nod. 

Viktor let out a quiet sigh of relief that his punishment was not worse. “Thank you, sir. I wanted only to protect my friend, as she once protected me. Nothing else.”

“‘Your friend’?”

“Yes. We grew up together, in Zaun.”

Heimerdinger thought for a moment. “How fortuitous. The Public Relations department is scrambling to keep itself above water, so to speak – given that the head of their department has been promptly terminated. However, Miss Anya is a donor we can’t afford to lose. The amount she has proposed is – well, it’s far too substantial. I’m not one to focus solely on monetary gain, but truthfully, the Academy could use the funds. It could cover our expenses for the next fiscal year and then some.”

Viktor hadn’t realized exactly how generous she had been.

“I’d like you to take Derek’s place with Miss Anya, since you have a personal connection to her. Try to smooth things over. Whatever she wants to do, or see, or know. At best, she will consider it an apology.”

“Sir, with all due respect, public relations is not part of my job description.”

Heimerdinger looked at him, surprised. “You are my assistant. You need to be prepared for anything.”

Viktor swore under his breath.

Heimerdinger got up and made his way to the door. “It won’t be that difficult, Viktor. Take her to dinner – tell her about the projects we have on the docket. Talk with her,” he said and left.

Viktor hadn’t had a full conversation with Anya in nearly fifteen years. He wasn’t sure he knew how.

But, he thought, as he leaned back in his seat and put up his leg, she didn’t seem to have changed much. Quiet, fiery, and kind. Perhaps dinner would make a fair apology.

#yes this is a repost i fucked up the other draft #viktor #viktor arcane #viktor the machine herald #machine herald #machine herald viktor #arcane oc #viktor x oc #viktor fanfic #netflic arcane #viktor fic #viktor x anya #arcane fanfic

[chaussetteblanche]

someone better

pairing : sevika x gn!reader summary : sevika steps in when a customer at the last drop tries to be violent word count : 1.7k warnings : none, i think, maybe swearing ?

The room was filled with the buzz of conversation and clinking of glasses as you wiped the bar down. You pushed some hair out of your eyes and looked around you. The Last Drop was pretty full tonight, it being Friday evening. You had been hired as a bartender some time after Silco took over. You'd been reticent at the start, having always associated the bar with Vander, his death had been a painful shock to everyone, but you eventually realized that you needed a job to continue affording your rent and so you'd taken it. You got to know the regulars and they'd gotten to know you, you got along well with the other bartenders and never came along too much trouble. Everyone liked your easy, down-to-earth and open personality and you (and your drinks) soon acquired a reputation. The job came with a certain protection, which was always useful in the Undercity. People knew where you worked and very few would dare touch a hair on Silco's main bartender's head.

You handed a couple at the bar their drinks with a smile before your attention was called to the other end of the bar. You made your way to the man standing there, an empty glass in his hand. He was short, balding and his face looked extremely red, sweaty forehead glistening with the coloured lights. You noticed the way he swayed on his feet and how his eyes wandered around before settling on you. "Another," he slurred, pushing the glass towards you. You offered him a sympathetic smile. "I think you've had enough, my friend,"

"Oh, come on ! What are you paid to do ?" he groaned, frowning deeply at your reply. "Usually to pour drinks," you smiled, telling yourself to keep your calm. You didn't miss the way his eyes ran over you, your short shirt and low pants. It made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to get away from him. "I can get you a non-alcoholic drink or something to eat if you like ?" you offered. "No," he snapped. "I'll take another. The same. And get to it, my friends are waiting." He glowered at you. "Look, I've already told you once, you've had enough. You're not getting another drink out of me, mate." "Are you paid to babysit ? Or do you just enjoy refusing clients a good time ?" "I'm usually paid to pour drinks, but sometimes I'm forced to babysit grown adults who don't know their limits, aren't I?" you finally drawled, leaning forward. "Now either order something else or get the hell out of my face," you spat. You made the mistake of turning your back to him to walk away and didn't see him throw his body forward. He suddenly grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards the bar. You ended up with the upper half of your body lying across the wood as forced his empty glass into your hand. He didn't notice the way the room going silent.

"Listen here, sugar tits, you're gonna get me another before I do something you're not gonna like at all," he threatened. Your hand was already on the gun taped to underneath the bar when you spoke. He didn't see half the bar get up, chairs scraping against the floor, waiting for your signal to act. "I suggest you let go of me before you lose your fuckin' hand, mate," you spoke lowly, your voice dangerous. He obviously didn't know the bar well enough to know that you could, and would, do him a lot of damage if someone else didn't step in before that. But before he could answer, he was harshly pulled to the side, a squeak-like noise leaving his lips as he let go of your hand. Your eyes showed no surprise as you looked up to see tall, dark and brooding holding him by the throat with her metal arm. She never waited for a signal and always stepped in before you could do anything to your attacker. "Sevika," you greeted, holding back a smile. Seeing her always brightened up your evening. "He been giving you trouble, honey ?" she asked, not even looking at the man now struggling to breathe. Ah, there it was. Honey. It seemed ironic that she insisted on calling you that when she had made your annoyance known multiple times. You leaned your forearms on the counter. "Oh, he's just another idiot who doesn't know how many drinks he can hold," The man struggled even harder against Sevika's restraint at your words. You both noticed this. "Got something to add ?" you asked him tauntingly. "Wh- whore," he managed to spit out despite Sevika's hold. The woman didn't take to that kindly and gave you one last look before dragging him outside the bar. You exaggeratedly waved at him as he was pulled out, knowing full well he would never dare show his face at The Last Drop again.

It wasn't the first time Sevika had intervened when a client would get violent or handsy. She'd started doing it when you first started working at The Last Drop. You'd been very surprised to see a man get his hand broken in front of you when he'd touched you. But you weren't surprised when Sevika showed up anymore. When you served her table, picking up the empty glasses amongst the cards and replacing them with full ones, she'd often ask you if anyone was giving you trouble, as if her eyes weren't darting over to you every few minutes to see if anyone was. You didn't know it, but Sevika's stormy gaze hadn't left your figure since you'd first told the man he'd had enough to drink. She could recognize your voice through a crowd of people and often listened to you laugh and make conversation with clients.

The room stayed silent until the door had closed behind Sevika and the man. Everyone then looked at you, expecting some sort of reaction. "Who's feeling good tonight ?!" you screamed, "I sure am !" Your exclamation was met with an uproar of cries and glasses clinking. The noise returned to normal and you busied yourself with attending to other customers. You looked up when Sevika came back inside, looking grim. She made her way over to you, leaning her forearms and hands on the wooden counter. "I can't believe some of these guys," she grunted, searching her pockets for a cigar. "Tell me about it," You watched as she cut its end off before offering her a light. She leaned forward to catch the flame, the reflection of the light dancing in her eyes. Your mouth turned dry as she inhaled, hollowing her cheeks. "He didn't hurt you did he ?" she asked, smoke pouring out of her mouth. She knew he hadn't, though, she'd been keeping an eye on you. "No, no," you looked down, "thanks, by the way." Smoke poured out of her nostrils as she shrugged her shoulders. "Don't mention it, honey," she sniffed, standing up and placing a hand on the counter. "We're gonna need more drinks," she added. "I'll be right there," you nodded. Sevika was hard to read. Your feelings for her weren't too hard to decipher, you were ridiculously attracted to her and very afraid of her as well. On the other hand, you couldn't tell what she felt for you. Some days she'd act like you were hers and other days she would act like you didn't even exist. She would always deal with people who bothered you, though. You hadn't once felt unsafe since you'd started working at The Last Drop and met Sevika.

You gave a lady her drink with a wink before making your way over to Sevika's table. She sat at the same table almost every night, it was almost as if it had her name written on it. The men she played with changed every now and then, but she always stayed. "Evening, boys," you greeted, taking the empty glasses and placing them on the tray balanced on your hand. A chorus of greetings was heard. "Busy evening tonight ?" Tony, one of the regulars that played with Sevika, asked. "Eh, not that busy," you waved your hand, "you've seen Saturday nights," you joked. Tony laughed, leaning towards you. "So you're not too busy to maybe do something when your shift ends ?" he asked, batting his eyelashes at you. You laughed, shaking your head. "I get off at two, Tony," you chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I can wait, y-" "I'll take the same, honey," Sevika interrupted. You raised your eyebrows, holding back an amused smile. "Right. And you boys ?" You jotted down their orders and made your way back to the bar. You prepared their drinks and started making your way back to the table when your colleague, Thieram, stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. "Listen," He jerked his head over to Sevika's table. You frowned but did as he told you, straining to listen to what the people around the table were saying.

"Damn, Sevika why'd you have to cock block me ?" Tony groaned. You saw Sevika send him a look that would make many people's bones shake. Tony didn't stop. "I mean, I been tryin' to get with 'em for weeks now ! They even remember my name now, d'ya see ? I was this close to taking them home, I swear," Sevika shook her head, a cloud of smoke making its way past her lips. "They deserve someone better than you, Tony," The man hummed in agreement. "Sure ! But are they gonna find someone like that 'ere ? Don't think so, I'm probably their best chance at an all right life 'round 'ere," he shrugged. "Don't be so sure," Sevika growled. A smile lit up your face as you turned to Thieram. "Told you she wants you," Thieram grinned, hitting your shoulder. You licked your lips and thanked him before making your way over to the table and starting set their drinks down.

"Thanks, baby," Tony grinned up at you. You offered him a smile as you placed her drink in front of Sevika, making sure to lean forward in her direction. You saw her eyebrows raise in the slightest and grinned. You served their drinks to the other men at the table and straightened back up. "You need a ride home tonight, honey ?" Sevika asked. This was the first time she'd ever asked you this. She knew lived close by. You didn't know what kind of ride, or what you'd be riding at the end of your shift, but you accepted nonetheless. "Uh, sure, thanks," You gave her a bright smile.

You heard Tony gasp when you walked away. "What ?! So when you meant someone better, you meant-" "Yep. Now shut up and play."

#sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #arcane netflix #arcane netflic #sevika arcane #sev x reader #sevika fluff #sevika imagine #sevika oneshot #sevika fanfic

[art-of-arcane]

ARCANE | Zaun Matte Background Paintings | Tomas Osang Muir

#arcane #arcane concept art #arcane show #arcane series #arcane netflic #arcane league of legends #arcane lol #lol arcane #riot games #fortiche productions #concept art #animation #matte painting #art #television #zaun #artstation

[lullabyes22-blog]

Lullabyes! Lullabyes! I know you like fashion, so I wanna know ... what fashion label would each Arcane character be?

dgfdgfsdsfs they're all such fashionistas, aren't they?

Jinx: Moschino (over the top, zany, colorful)

Silco: Yves St. Laurent (dark tones, elegance with an edge of grit)

Vi: Adidas (Sporty and comfortable).

Sevika: Vuori (sporty like Vi, but with darker tones and some street chic thrown in)

Mel: Zuhair Murad (sumptuous, regal and sensual)

Ekko: Telfar (solid shades, swagger and style).

Jayce: Van Heusen (Bold and classic - Also his mother makes him go there)

Viktor: "Excuse me, vhat?" (Brooks brothers, because he ain't got time for this frivolity.)

#asks #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane headcanon #arcane netflic #arcane meta #arcane jinx #arcane vi #arcane silco #arcane mel #arcane jayce #arcane viktor #arcane sevika #arcane ekko

[chickenfics]

Chapter summary:

“Is that what I think it is?” Jayce asked, eyeing the small metal ball wearily.

“Probably,” Jinx chirped. “I’ll give ya three guesses, though.”

“Jesus, Jinx -- you could get expelled for that thing.”

She rolled her eyes, and her whole head followed, before looking up at him in exasperation.

“James, James, James -- that’s why I’m not going to get caught.” She shot Viktor a look as if they had an inside joke that Jayce didn’t know about, but the other man was entirely distracted by his work.

Jinx had quickly noticed this, and had just as quickly gotten used to it. She could have whole conversations with Viktor without him even responding. It was fun. Sometimes she even made it a game to see how much he was actually paying attention.

She would tell the most outrageous story, which usually involved trying to get Jayce to choke as many times as she could (to be fair, he made it very easy), and saw how far into it she could get before Viktor inevitably heard a fraction of something and looked up at her like she’d lost her mind. It always ended with her and Jayce doubled over with laughter and Viktor looking impossibly lost, an adorable smile plastered on his face.

“Well,” Jayce muttered, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head. “At least don’t get caught when I’m around.”

“Ha! Guilty by association, Pretty Boy.”

Jayce made a show of looking around, eyes wide with confused innocence.

“Jinx? No sorry, I don’t know a Jinx.”

“I do,” Viktor mumbled under his breath, flipping the page of a textbook. “But that is not a bomb -- you must be confused.”

“He gets it,” Jinx pointed.

“Unbelievable. I’m surrounded by criminals.”

#jinx arcane #viktor arcane #jayce talis #jinx and viktor #science bros #jinx and jayce #jayce and viktor #jinx fanfic #arcane #arcane netflic #arcane fanfic #fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #tw bomb

[lady-griffin]

#Arcane #Netflic Arcane #Arcane meme #Arcane Jinx #Arcane Vi #Jinx #Caitlyn Kiramman #Jayce Talis #Arcane Viktor #Vi #arcane league of legends

[magneticflower]

#arcane jinx #netflic arcane #arcane #i just liked the coloring of these and they were sitting in the drafts so-

[emetophobiahelp]

Arcane: LoL

I'd like to come say some of the timestamps on here for the netflic show Arcane are different than if you're watching it on TV, some timestamps here are for the mobile version for netflix and the times work differently on the TV version of netflix !! these are the TV version timestamps

EP3 // two instances

around the 10:00 mark, a character v* purple liquid, audio and visual, i'm pretty sure theres quiet audio of him still v* in the background behind some people talking i'm not sure as i had my headphones on the whole scene just in case. should be safe when the scene changes.

the same character again v* around the 23:35 mark after drinking the purple liquid, audio and visual, these are all the instances in episode three

EP8 // one instance

i can't remember the exact timestamp but i do know its around the 5:00 mark, he v* after he sees the aftermath on the bridge, audio and visual

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there are many distressing sounds in this show as well and spitting up blood, it is very action packed so if your phobia is more severe it will be considered high risk

#submission #arcane

[lullabyes22-blog]

Vi & Jinx’s Mother - NSFW

Silco reminisces...

Forward, but Never Forget at AO3

Snippet:

The love stuff first.

Vander took up with Lika. She'd always fancied him. Most girls did. Silco thought nothing of it. She wasn't Vander's type. His brother liked 'em lush. Breasts and hips; some brisket on the bones. Whereas Lika was thin as a windchime, and scatter-brained as a flock of starlings. She lived in the trenches of the Lanes—the darkest and filthiest nadir where no light bled through. The folk there were derisively titled by the long-settled families as Luftmenschen—wandering tinkers who ‘lived on air’ and coasted on charm and cunning to eke out a living.

Lika was no exception.

She'd always rubbed Silco the wrong way. Surprising, given their similar natures: a free-spirited tinkerer and a free-thinking spieler. And yet within a minute of conversation, they both had to strain not to strangle each other.

Too matchy-matchy, Vander used to snigger.

Then, by twenty-one Lika began sporting a colorful mélange of tattoos to match the midnight blueness of her hair. Her movements held a dreamlike looseness; her smile was pure breezy charm.

Vander's brains were blown away.

Once, Silco stirred awake from the night's revelry to strange sounds. Rising woozily, he left two whores where they lay sprawled on his mattress, stumbled past empty bottles of liquor and cigarette stubs, dragged on his trousers, and went up to the bar. It was empty, but he heard thumping from the coat room.

He crept there on silent feet, knife in hand, expecting an intruder. In the gloom: Vander and Lika were going at it. Vander was so tall his shoulders jingled the hangers like bells; he had Lika pinned effortlessly to the wall, fucking her so she slid rhythmically up and down, her skirt bunching in the small of her back. Her happy croons cut through the silence.

A strange sensation scalded Silco. He left as soundlessly as he'd entered.

He wasn't bothered by catching them together. He'd gotten an eyeful of Vander-with-girls by the dozens. But this was different. Silco was bothered by the expressions on Vander's and Lika's faces. In hers, the giddiness of simple lust. In Vander's, something else. A sense of awe, but also vertigo. Like he was caught in a whirlwind, with nothing to pull him back.

Silco might've stopped him.

Except he was soon imprisoned at the Hölle Correctional Facility for murder.

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[lullabyes22-blog]

Your Melco content is so good! I didn't even know it was a ship but now I'm a shipper! What stuff do you consider when writing their characters?

Thank you so much, anon u///u

I hope to gently introduce more rare!pairs into the fandom, simply because Arcane's characters are all basically narrative foils and mirrors of one another, so there's lots of common ground between each of them.

With Melco, I write them as being on the same spectrum and wavelength of intelligence, with a youth of embittered idealism shaping their current selves. The difference is that Mel is driven by mercy, and Silco by revenge. She's definitely the more sophisticated player, but he's more ruthless and unpredictable.

Expect sparks to fly and blood to spill 8')

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[chickenfics]

Chapter Summary:

“Jinx--”

“Shut up,” she rasped.

“--Just a jinx,” the voice faded in and out, crackling softly.

“You’re not real,” she swung on her heels, braids flying as she tried to locate the figures she knew were lurking in the shifting shadows.

“You’re a jinx,” the voice came out strong now. She felt the beginnings of a scream in her throat but managed to choke it back to a hoarse whimper.

“You’re a jinx.”

“Shut up,” she yelled, swinging in another circle. Her hands found the sides of her head, nails digging into the skin of her temples as her groaning turned into laughter.

“You’re not ready.”  

Jinx whipped around at the new voice coming over her shoulder, catching a flash of pink hair and angry eyes. She tried to ignore the feeling of a hand around her throat, squeezing until every last breath was cut off.

“Viktor thinks I am,” she insisted, voice weak and cracking.

“Oh right," Milo scoffed. "The mad scientist."

“Stop it,” she insisted, desperate to tell them to leave her friend the fuck alone but not able to find the words.

“Not ready.”

"Stop."

“You’re a jinx. A jinx. A--”

“Jinx?”

Her head whipped up, eyes flashing as she tried to figure out why that voice was so distinctly different from the others. Then there was a soft rapping at the door.

“Not ready -- you’ll fuck it all up, you’re a--”

“Jinx? Are you in there?”

“Everyone shut up,” she yelped. “I need to think.”

A form flashed through the dim light of the room, wobbling pink neon filling her vision a moment before the door swung open. She flinched, jerking back as she headed for the far wall. Well, this apparition was new, she realized as she blinked up at the form that was entering the closet. It almost looked like…

“V…Viktor?” She whispered, eyes widening at the man standing before her. He looked shaken, brow drawn together in bare worry.

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[lady-griffin]

Jayce: I have the most insane in-law

Caitlyn: ...

Caitlyn: No. No you do not.

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[lady-griffin]

Jinx: I don't think my father, the kingpin of Shimmer, would be too pleased to hear about this.

#Arcane #Incorrect Arcane Quotes #Netflic Arcane #Jinx #Silco #Jinx and Silco #Arcane Jinx #Arcane Silco #Source: Mean Girls

[lady-griffin]

Jinx’s Dinner Plans

This is how I think things went down during the final episode or Jinx’s thought process.

Jinx kidnapped Caitlyn and set up the most awkward thanksgiving dinner, for Vi.

Choose her or me.

Choose her, I’ll be Jinx. Choose me, I’ll be Powder.

But in between her setting up the dinner and kidnapping Vi

She finished (or already had finished) her weapon for Silco and was going to give it to him. Show him that she did a good job, that she made a shark bazooka because he admires dangerous sea creatures, that she even gave it a scarred eye to match his.

That’s why I think she was at Vander’s statue. That why she had the shark bazooka with her at the abandoned factory. She was there to give Silco the weapon and then she overheard him talking about her being a problem, about him “betraying her,” and suddenly her plans change.

She kidnaps Silco, goes and finds Vi and kidnaps her.

Now dinner has changed

Her new plan is to have Vi kill Caitlyn for her and she would then kill Silco for Vi.

You kill this person that is preventing us from being sisters again and I’ll kill this person who is preventing us from being sisters again.

If you choose me, I’ll choose you.

And this is insane, don’t get me wrong, but there’s a kind of logic behind. 

Jinx wouldn’t kill Caitlyn and cut off her head and serve it to Vi, because that doesn’t serve her purpose or get her what she wants. She wanted Vi to prove to her that Vi still loves her. That she wasn’t being replaced.

Then Vi refuses and Jinx is pissed; just look at the disgust on her face and how quickly she goes to shoot Caitlyn herself, but then also look how quickly her face softens, when Vi told her they would just leave.

She wants to be loved, but god her mind. As dangerous as Jinx is to everyone else, the poor girl is a menace to herself. 

And then things spiral out of control and council goes boom. 

 That’s my thinking at least.

It could’ve happened differently, but considering the timeline it makes sense that she set up the dinner originally for Vi and Caitlyn, but with Silco’s “betrayal,” she changed it. Maybe made it to a proper family dinner and all.

Or not. It’s just my theory.

#Arcane #Netflic Arcane #The Monster you created #Jinx #Arcane Jinx #Vi #Arcane Vi #Silco #Arcane Silco #Caitlyn Kiramman

[lady-griffin]

Caitlyn: You’re insane!

Jinx: Sure I am, what's your point?

#Netflic Arcane #Arcane #Jinx #Arcane Jinx #Caitlyn Kiramman #Source: Gravity Falls #arcane caitlyn #arcane league of legends

[art-of-arcane]

ARCANE | Singed Texturing | Giles Roman

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