#arcane act 1

[thenationofzaun]

Arcane Episode 3 + textposts

#just the A plot though #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #jinx #silco #vi #vander #mylo #claggor #powder #tumblr posts #arcane act 1

[thesparringpanther]

#arcane #arcane meme #arcane shitpost #arcane act 1 #sevika #sevika didnt get paid enough for this shit #i cant wait for sevika and jinx to throw hands in s2

[kronozonic]

Share your favorite arcane scene here!

I've seen a few of you guys hearting my posts on tumblr, and I'd like to know, what is your favorite arcane scene? I'll share mine!

I like the beginning where Powder, Vi, Mylo and Claggor break into Jayce's apartment and steal all these valuable loot.

Now, Your Turn!

#arcane #arcane powder #arcane act 1 #vi arcane #arcane mylo #arcane claggor #jayce talis

[scisetforever]

Arcane but just the swear words!!

if you're a little kid i advise you not to watch this as this clip is full of s**t. Thank you.

I think i got all of them but i don't wanna jinx it (get the pun) but i'm sure i forgot one or two little fucks or shits. Lemme know if i did so i can edit them in!! or if there are any other words i could add into it!! I also added the 'shut up' and the 'hell' cause i thought they were worthy of being in this :)

#arcane #arcane act 1 #arcane act 2 #arcane act 3 #arcane powder #arcane ekko #arcane vi #arcane jinx #arcane silco #silco #vi #jinx #powder #vander #arcane vander #arcane spoilers #gosh i think i love swear words a little TOO much #arcane stuff #arcane but only swear words #i am funny i know

[autumnmobile12]

Personally, I think Vander’s best option in Act I would have been to take advantage of his contact with the Enforcer Sheriff and hand the kids over…but only on the condition they had their say before the Council first.  You can’t tell me Heimerdinger wouldn’t have taken one look at Powder’s sweet, little face and said something to the effect of,  “We can’t arrest children!  What have we become as a society where that’s an option?”  I mean, yeah, he could also have the opinion a stint in prison would straighten them out, underestimating how short human lives are and being ignorant of the conditions in Stillwater.  But still, even if all went to shit and the kids were arrested anyway, then there’s the opportunity for the Lanes to press home their advantage, and maybe a faction of Piltover’s non-elite citizens would’ve been in support.  If they have some form of freedom of the press, or even if they don’t, the newspapers would have had a field day exposing the shiny façade the Council built.  Everyone loves a good scandal.  “Piltover Council creates society where children are forced to become thieves, then punishes children for being thieves!  Read all about it!”  The Council would’ve been stuck between either instituting reforms/actually acknowledging the poverty situation or silencing the protests with force/censorship.  The second option is how revolutions start.

I mean, it’s not foolproof and a lot can go wrong, but between hunkering down and waiting for the mess to blow over or throwing a monkey wrench at the Council’s ‘equality,’ I can see Vi picking the wrench given her willingness to turn herself in.

Besides, I highly doubt Vander hasn’t pulled off a prison break heist.

Jayce probably still would have been screwed.  “They blew up my lab.” Vs “Yeah, but you were working on something you shouldn’t have been, so…”

#netflix arcane #arcane league of legends #vander arcane #piltover #arcane alternate universe #piltover council #arcane powder #heimerdinger #arcane act 1 #revolution rebellion revolt #such lovely words in the face of corruption

[cyborgdummy]

Soo I dunno if anybody has already theorized about this but here we go.

I think I put together a timeline of how Vi got her facial scars.

Vi didn't have either of the scars before the apartment-robbery-gone-wrong/deckard fight

But they show up after, so deckard (or at least one of his lackeys) was probably the one to give Vi the scars

I also think the uh cannery fight exacerbated the cut on Vi's lip, which is probably what led it to scar on the first place because the thing on its own wasn't that bad. Chalk the eyebrow one up to stillwater ig

So there! The mystery is solved

#arcane #Vi's gayass eyebrow scar #leage of legends #arcane act 1

[thethirdbill]

I finally saw Arcane Act 1 for the first time! (episodes 1-3) I hope you enjoy my thoughts and reactions if you check it out! Support the video if you want me to watch and breakdown act 2!

#arcane #arcane show #arcane league of legends #arcane lol #arcane predictions #arcane animated series #arcane jinx #arcane tag #arcane thoughts #arcane theory #arcane powder #arcane act 1 #arcane episode 3 #arcane violet #arcane analysis #arcane sisters #arcane season 2 #thethirdbill #youtube #review #reactions #youtubereview #trying to stan #animation #jinxarcane #jinx lol #netflix #netflix arcane #arcane netflix #arcane fandom

[linky-dinks]

More in Common

Chapter 4: Snowfall word count: 1.3k

Viktor makes sure his scarf is wrapped tight enough to keep the cold winter chill off his neck before meeting you outside his dorm. You have a sturdy basket hooked in your elbow and a list in your hand, you greet him with a smile and get on your way to the dockside markets. Viktor keeps a steady pace next to you, the sound of his cane tapping with every step. The sky outside is full of gray clouds that are heavy with snow. The winds are a biting kind of cold that Viktor knows will sink into his bones and ache later.

He glances over at you, trying to get some sort of read on what you may have been thinking. Your overly friendly actions during breakfast did not go unnoticed. Viktor was no stranger to being flirted with, however it generally came from women who—while kind and attractive—he had no real interest in. This unfortunately also came with some scathing rumors that he saw himself too smart to court anyone, or that he was lacking in some departments, both wildly untrue but Viktor let the people think whatever they wished. It didn't affect him. 

However your behavior did. There was something in the way you carried yourself this morning that kept him distracted. An air of confidence that reflected in how you spoke and even how you practically fed him. Viktor could feel his cheeks flush, but not from the cold. Perhaps he should ask? Would that make you stop? It probably would. Maybe a few more meals spent with you hanging around so close wouldn't be so bad. Giving him the attention he wished he didn't crave. He tries to recall the feeling of your gloved hand on his that he doesn’t notice you have stopped and now calling his name.

“Viktor!”

He trips a little when he stops and looks back at you. You’re standing under the awning of one of the fishermen and inspecting the daily catch. He watches as you dig through some clams and pluck out the larger ones, when you make your purchase Viktor notices your face go from a friendly smile to an uncomfortable grimace. As soon as the proper coin is exchanged you dart off back to him, face still contorted in displeasure.

“Remind me not to go to that stall again…” You glance once more over your shoulder and shudder.

“Were they rude?” Viktor places a hand on your shoulder.

“In a way,” You adjust your coat and keep moving, “He used an…unappreciated name.”

Viktor is not quite sure what you mean by that but doesn’t say anything, instead opting to fall back into step with you. The both of you make a few more stops, for fruit, milk, flour, sugar, butter, spices, vegetables, an array of ingredients that looked more than enough to last a week. Conversation between the two of you is light, with no real interesting topics to follow. So you’ve worked for the Kiramman’s for how long? Oh, Jayce said you were from the Undercity, my mother was from there. You rescued a frog once, and tried to keep it? Jayce says you’re a fan of sweets, what kind? By now flurries have started to fall from the clouds and Viktor is beginning to lag behind, his knee starting to ache. You notice his gait becoming uneven and his eyes screw shut in pain. You slow to a stop and motion Viktor to a bench.

“Take a seat, you look pained.”

He nods and almost falls onto the seat with a groan. He rubs his bad leg and sighs.

“I shouldn’t have kept us out this long, I’m sorry.” You look down at your feet.

“Not at all! I should have paid more attention to my body.” Viktor sighs, a cloud of vapor puffs from his lips. 

“Well I have the necessities, I can get the rest of my things tomorrow. Can you make it to the trolley station?”

He nods, “I think I can.”

You help him to his feet and wrap an arm around the back of his waist, shifting his weight off of his bad leg. Viktor adjusts a little then leans into you, trying to ignore the rising heat in his face. Only one other person had shown him this type of kindness before, the type of kindness that made Viktor’s heart race, that could dig up emotions he had thought he buried long ago. You slowly lead the both of you through the increasing snowfall and towards the station. A few passerbys give you odd looks but you ignore the stares and wait for the trolley to arrive. 

It isn’t long before the two of you are seated and on the way back towards the academy.

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Viktor doesn't dare return to his lab once the two of you get back, his leg is sore and the joints have started to pop and crack when he bends his knee too far. Instead he opts for the library where he knows there is a giant hearth and plush chairs to settle into with a good book. He wants to invite you, but knows you mentioned making lunch and does not want to keep you.

There are a few other students hanging around, most likely because the warmth of the library drew them in as well, reading or having quiet conversations with colleagues. Viktor settles into a chair and picks up a book someone forgot to put back, a collection of short fictional stories. Not something he would usually read, but it seemed light enough to allow him to relax.  He turns to the first story and begins reading.

As Viktor works his way through the stories his eyes become heavier and the words blur into one another. The soft pattering of snow on the window and the warmth of the fire finally seeping into his bones has Viktor sink into the plush chair a little more and succumb to sleep. 

His slumber is peaceful and dreamless, only to be awoken by you gently shaking his shoulder.

"Viktor, it's dinner time." You say just above a whisper. He looks at the clock above the library doors and it does indeed read 5pm, “I made some chowder if you would like to join me for some.” You offer a hand for him to help himself up with and when your palms touch you feel your heart flutter in your chest again.

Stop that, you scold yourself. 

Dinner follows in a very similar fashion to how you served breakfast. You hold out a spoonful of clam chowder for Viktor to test and watch how his lips curl around the spoon and then into a smile when he compliments your cooking. Instead of striking up conversation though, you had discovered Jayce’s gramophone-- a gift he had bought himself when he got accepted to the academy if you recall-- and dug up one of the records. It was a sort of jazzy tune, not too fast and exciting, but also not slow enough to be bluesy. You allow yourself to get lost in the music for a moment, remembering a simpler time, way back before you ever had to worry about the future. 

Once everything wraps up and the dishes are soaking in the sink, Viktor bids you farewell and says that he’s going back to the lab for another few hours to go over some calculations and that he’ll see you tomorrow. You smile and wave him goodbye before shutting the door and returning to the dishes. The music still plays through the dorm and once again your mind wanders, this time to a better time. One where your mother gets to meet the wonderful people you work for, where you have a small studio in the upper levels of the Undercity where you build models to be constructed, one where perhaps you get to share this life with another. 

Oh what a dream.

#Fic: More in Common #viktor/reader #viktor #viktor tendercrisp #arcane season 1 #arcane act 1

[eyestrain-addict]

A lot can be said about Silco, but one thing is for certain; he is gender.

Love a physically weak man who's down with murder

#the transition of act 1 silco whose clothes are nice for zaunites but still ragged #to act 2 where he's clean and pristine. look at that corset too. amazing #i love his design so much #silco #arcane silco #arcane

[arcanedaily]

ARCANE

Emmy 2022′s Outstanding Animated Program

#arcane #arcaneedit #animationedit #animationsource #netflixedit #loledit #dailynetflix #tuserecho #userriah #tusereva #smolsawyer #rapunzels #ours #by jay #act 1 #act 2 #act 3

[thesparringpanther]

Jinx: Mylo likes to say you can be part of the problem or part of the solution, but I happen to believe you can be both.

#arcane #arcane act 1 #arcane act 3 #incorrect arcane quotes #jinx #mylo

[danothan]

Don’t know if ur still drawing arcane stuff but I’d love to see a trans jayce in ur style ;;

i’ll do you one better

trans sibling solidarity 🏳️‍⚧️

edit: new art blog is @toytle

#jayce talis #caitlyn kiramman #league of legends #arcane #arcane fanart #trans headcanon #danothan doodles #🥪 #they have so much in common it’s getting a little out of hand #also the young cait and jayce are supposed to be before we even see them in act 1 #i hope it shows #i tried to make jayce’s hair fluffier #i imagine it was just shortly after jayce started getting sponsored by the kirammans

[justicecaballer]

quick sketch of a scene in ch4 of my whumptober fic i did as a break from actually writing it

#league of legends #arcane #vi #jinx #my stuff #just posted ch5... tomorrow is the end of act 1. shakes like a chiwawa #whumptober posting #going under

[revelisms]

The doctor has a touch like death: chempowder grit beneath the nails, corpse-cool and smooth as stone, prodding his throat like a butcher peeling through layers of rotted meat.

And perhaps that's what he feels like, laid flat on his table: his clothes soaked with sweat, his vision swimming in pink-black-blue. A buck waiting to be skinned. A fish half-gutted.

The fingerpads are too thin, too feeble. They reek not of tobacco, but parchment and must.

"Breathe, boy."

Silco's no boy—but hardly is he human, either, after the black depths he crawled himself out of: a wet womb of industrial filth, his City one with his veins, its slow decay as promised as his slow-shanked slow-bleeding black-shredded heart.

The damned organ beat stubbornly on: boat thrashing to the waves. It kept only a shell still-moving.

A thumb skirts down his pulse-point, and presses. The bruising twinges, simmers, aches. "Narrowly avoided a fracture," gruffs the vulture over him.

It takes two attempts to swallow. "Shall I count myself lucky?"

The words no longer belong to him. His voice lays repackaged beneath a cannibalistic fervor: the kind lent only to night-creatures that peel the flesh from the living and pick their teeth with the dead.

"Luck is that you can speak, at all." The touch eases. "Avoid it, for now."

Sensationless, half-blind, prickling, the doctor leaves him. In the stillness, his own hand stumbles across his clavicle: itches spindly fingers across the frayed collar of his linens, slops heavy-clammy-cold to the slope of his neck.

A pulse drums beneath his palm. His own body. Yes, Kindreds, his own wretched body.

Still alive.

His nails sink in.

Still alive.

Ease.

Still alive.

(And so is he. So is he. So is he.)

"Breathe, boy."

Air shudders from his throat. Shivers against the weight of his palm; his blood beating, beating, beating.

"How long?" he gristles out.

A rattle of metal at the wheeled tray. The doctor's stare skims over him, like a lick of heat from a pyre. "Yours is...a unique case. Some have lasted years. Most succumb, within months." But. But. "At the rate the infection is spreading—"

Beating, beating, beating.

"How long?"

As long as Vander is still living. As long as his knife still sits squeezed between his blood-tipped nails, scratched leather and steel, bone-handled ache. As long as there are still bones to pick his teeth with, hunger to fill, a vision he does not need two damned eyes to see: a glory, a rain of hellfire, a retribution, a need—

Their city's starvation in his veins. Their city's future, blazing in bilge-fire.

"Twice a day," the doctor mutters, a glass vial tacked to the table's edge. "Log your symptoms, every morning. Stay off the smoke."

Silco's thumb stutters beneath his jaw.

He's used to a life without answers. In the noxious wastes of the Sump, he made his peace with it.

This wraith doubts it.

"I won't die, doctor." A beast sears to life beneath his hand, dragon-fang, daggers in the words: grits off the walls, like a spirit's clawscratch. "I can't." Three octaves grappling for purchase: silk and stone and fire at his cheek.

But he will, one day. By Janna's blessing alone, he will.

(And so will he. So will he. So will he.)

silco and singed / low doses

#arcane #arcane ficlet #prose #writing #this era of pre-act 1 silco just hhdknng got me some typa way #silco #singed #vander #also technically #vanco #zaundads #back in the debilitating exes whumpzone (yet again)

[steponmesilco]

I present to you a floppy/fluffy haired Silco ^^

#This was purely self indulgent #i just wanted to see him with floppy hair #floppy hair Silco pre-Act 1 #would definitely wear a ring lmao #silco #my art #silco my beloved #silco fanart #arcane silco #silco league of legends #arcane fanart

[raineyraven]

yknow this is a thought that has been rattling around in my head for a long while, so i figured i may as well share it.

almost everyone is very well aware that the dream smp is a very morally grey narrative. we all know that, there are no perfectly righteous or purely evil characters, etc etc.

the thing that's been grating on me of late is that the fandom reactions to significant lore events don't really.. reflect this knowledge. hear me out.

ever since the red festival i've felt acutely aware of this. one of the longest-running debates in this fandom was who was in the wrong for tubbo's execution. techno for pulling the trigger, tommy and wilbur for not helping him. i saw post after post after post debating it the rest of that year. and i heavily disliked it. seeing people watch these characters have to improvise with an unpredicted circumstance and react to it imperfectly, reacting how their characters would be expected to, and then deciding to label some as right and some as wrong. to put them on those levels of morality, rather than viewing it through the morally grey lens the narrative has pushed. again, it just grated on me. treating these characters' decisions and actions as either wrong or right instead of treating them as decisions that move the narrative in fascinating ways and give us a window into their character.

i. dislike. when characters are made to embody either good or evil and have their flaws made respectable and palatable and easily overcome instead of more.. human i guess? it doesnt work for me, thats why i love the dsmp like i do. it's so human.

my brain started revisiting this train of thought after the c!wilbur and c!eret stream in may. the fandom reaction to that was.. a lot. again, post after post i saw opinions on c!eret did worse and c!wilbur's apology didnt make sense, or c!eret was right to be angry at c!wilbur for villainizing them, or any other number of thoughts that stem from the view that one of these characters are right and the other is wrong, that some actions and words were morally justified and others weren't.

very little did i see posts stepping back to look at this conflict in its purest form: a part of the narrative. talking about how fascinating it was that wilbur decided to apologize to eret now, how eret finally admitted how his words had hurt her. every discussion i saw was riddled with the question of did eret really deserve an apology from wilbur, was eret in the wrong for forcing a better apology out of him, who hurt the other more and who really deserved an apology from the other.

i could not help but think back to tubbo's execution after that stream. morally grey characters, morally grey decisions, viewed through the lens of sorting out who's right and who's wrong. who deserves what and how much do they deserve it. what moral box can we put this character into next.

and i've seen this pattern with so many other conflicts!! tubbo's decision to exile tommy, techno betraying pogtopia, doomsday. the narrative places absolutely no blame or condemnation on either side of these conflicts, it doesnt label either as wrong or right, so i guess people just. draw their own conclusions on it? it's weird to me, this need to discuss and debate the rightness and wrongness of these known morally grey characters and their morally grey actions and decisions. which one is better than the other, which one deserves to be listened to and the other condemned, which ones deserve to fight for forgiveness for the rest of their lives and which ones get to recieve it straight away. obviously, i'm not saying people shouldn't have opinions on these topics, i suppose just the constant insistence on subjectivity rather than objectivity when discussing controversial lore events like these irritate me.

i don't particularly know what i hope to achieve with this. i'm certainly not trying to attack anyone who's done this, just expressing my not understanding. it's just a weird way to discuss a morally grey story to me. i'd like to know if anyone else shares this sentiment, or if i'm just spouting nonsense. i don't think i am. this habit in the fandom has been frustrating me since i joined it in august 2020.

#fandom critical #jeez first time ive had to use that tag #i really dislike being critical on main but i had to get my thoughts out somehow #anyway #discourse #dsmp #dream smp #dsmpblr #c!wilbur #c!techno #c!tubbo #c!tommy #c!eret #button duo #clingy duo #oh and also! this isnt just a dsmp fandom thing #i remember seeing discussions around who was at fault for vi and powder's arguement from act 1 of arcane #and that also grated on me in a similar manner