#fishbone coat

[aretis]

#lifestyle #myuploads #aesthetic #elegant #fishbone coat #demellier bag #sneakers #adidas #details

[raidmrspider]

it wore a tattered coat of wool..

in an unfortunate turn of events (i am stupid) you're now seeing the vessel creature after the iv one. this one was the first one in the lot and thus the one i played safe with design-wise

ive also inverted the fishbone creature and found it kind of cool

worship.

#sleep token #fanart #cryptid #creature #digital art #sleep token vessel

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 4/4

I FINALLY FINISHED THESE

grizabella | 🌃 🥀 🍂

i really wanted to mix revival and older replica for this one. the thigh-high boots, sparkly, tasseled dress, and generally the wig are all revival inspired, but the curly fur stays and the makeup is old because i really do like the very dramatic, gothic grizabella looks. her coat is also heavily 2019 inspired with the length and stripey purple fabric

i also was not sure how i wanted to do her hair other than it covering one eye (SHOUTOUT TO THE FANART I SAW WHICH HAD THAT. I CANNOT REMEMBER THE URL) esp the color so i did a gradient of light grey to dark brown, which i REALLY liked ! it also helped me decide that shed be chocolate smoke instead of a tabby

idk. ijust like her

i very much want to emphasize the "proud" and "indomitable" of her character in my portrayal of her; think betty buckley. i think shed be 61 in human years.

jennyanydots | ⏰ 🧶 👠

HER DESIGN... is very similar to her replica one because.... i really like it. very heavy emphasis in how her makeup is sometimes done with the HUGE lower lashes and squiggles. she also gets a cute little pink nose and blue eyeshadow

very 2019 inspired also. the hat, tasseled jumpsuit and bejeweled tap shoes stay ...... but i did want to give her the vest and collar from 2019. i just like that. shes also fat because yes

she remains sweet and nice yes. but i think warsaw was onto something when they made her Like That. shed be 56 in human years

jellylorum | 🎨 💐 👒

i ORIGINALLY drew her design a month and a half ago with the headcanon that shes gus' caretaker but bro. that jellylorum & asparagus jr. & gus family angst potential was too great. so i redid her as looking closer to gus. :3

idk why but i decided to go with a 1940s inspired formal look for her.... i quite like the hat and think it helps her to stand out, so i'm comfortable in that decision. her fur design is also mostly replica inspired. enjoy her neapolitan ice cream makeup too

she also gets a pink nose and her collar from the 2019 version. idk why the collars went so hard in that movie

i LOVE one of her 3 words being practical... yes, she is THE practical cat. i think shed be 59 in human years

bustopher jones | 🌹 🤍 🍛

VERY replica inspired.... with notes of other productions. opera populaire had full glasses bustopher which i liked. an older makeup look also had stripes which i also thought looked nice (and makes him look more related to mistoffelees) ! there are also multiple bustopher designs that have the moustache and beard 2 for 1 dealio..... and decided to incorporate that as well

he also gets the fishbone hanky crevat thing and a fishbone brooch. i almost made his rose white but i liked the contrast of the red. enough that i decided to give him lipstick too . and youd best believe that he has a giant fucking pipe that he smokes out of

i love the idea of him being the older generations' tugger in his time. i believe it. i think hed be like 55 in human years

skimbleshanks | 🚂 🎆 ⏳

I COULDNT RESIST BASING HIM OF THE MOVVIEEEEEE im not sorry that was peak skimble. the whistle and chains, the MATCHING conductor hat and pants, the moustache, the tap shoes..... truly, it was too good. my only regret was that i couldnt show the suspenders in this design because i wanted to keep the vest

i did keep the makeup/fur pattern very similar to his replica design though. idk. its just good. emphasis on the brown in his tail, the brown of his clothes, and the bell

anyone else get handsome gay silver fox vibes from him? anyway [being rushed out the door] i think hed be 56 in human years

asparagus jr. | 🧷 🎲 ⛲

lets go babey asparagus jr. inclusion ! i Really struggled with the clothes because i wanted to include the weird yarn poncho but didnt want to make him look hippyish (hippies are cool it just wasnt the vibe i was going for).... so it is reincarnated as this strange tassel-y scarf shawl thing. idk

he also gets a collar similar to jellylorum's because i like the idea of them living in the same house :^3. his makeup is also pretty different from how it appeared in the 98 version because i wasnt really feeling it. i like stripes. so stripes he shall get

hes also wearing a corset thing. idk what my propensity for designing men with a slightly feminine touch says about me (IM A FEMININE QUEER MAN)

not much notes on his personality other than i think he really looks up to his father (enough that he took on his more dignified name). hed be 57 in human years

gus | 📖 🌌 🔭

MUH OLD MAN... i love him. very much based on a bunch of different replica designs for him. he gets a beard and sideburns because i think i really do love the costumes w facial hair, and i think it just fits. he also gets glasses

he gets the coat and handkerchief (now a scarf) that typically hides the growltiger costume... which has a crisp formal outfit underneath. maybe he takes the coat off during his number to signify having moments of clarity and humor during his song

i do think in my interpretation hes well enough to joke around during his number and play the rumpus cat but like. damn you can tell this cat is old. hed be like 93 in human years

old deuteronomy | 🌕 🍮 ⭐

i have fully abandoned replica deut. say hello to haute couture resplendent transgender old deuteronomy. fit with a gigantic white coat, velvet dress, and gigantic fluffy hat. and yes, she did have 99 wives

she also gets the pendant that she was drawn with in the concept art for the 2d animated movie.... what was up w/ that....

ANYWAY YEAH UH. shes very different from the replica deut and other nonrep deuts mostly thanks to judi dench, with her saying that her version of deut was a transgender woman, and her complaining about not looking regal enough in the movie. here you go girly. the nose freckles/dots from some replica makeup get to stay though

she gets a lot of design notes from her children. the grey from munkustrap, macavitys white eyelashes, eye and mouth makeup, and tuggers cheek heart. shes also a light grey to kind of reflect her appearance in 2019

not much to add here other than i love her. i think she would be 88 in human years

AND THERE YOU GO. AHHHHHHH ITS DONE

#grizabella #jennyanydots #jellylorum #bustopher jones #skimbleshanks #asparagus jr. #gus the theater cat #old deuteronomy #cats the musical #chibi #character design #sfw furry #my art

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

When there’s a new lawman in the zone and he’s as ruthless as the past one that got iced by Dan Phant- *cough* Dark Danny.

Also, anyone else found it of interesting take that they didn’t add Walker to the list of villains that ganged up on Danny in the bad future?

Anyways, my hc is Walker gets destroyed by Dan Phantom once he learns the ghostly wail and Bullet is now the head boss of the gzpd. They fused together like skulktech did, go by Fishbone or Hook as result of being a completely new ghost.

Or you know, Bullet would pick out the boots and burnt coat off the warden’s remains and take his place to maintain some purpose in that wasteland after all that. Is he sad about it? You decide.

#danny phantom #dp walker #dp bullet #dp #phandom #danny fenton #dan phantom #danny phantom walker #Danny phantom bullet #vlad plasmius #dp hcs #my art #my hcs

[bomberqueen17]

interested in your thoughts on the casting of Laurence Fishbone as Regis ? As someone who likes the show and also knows book and game content

I am a fan of Laurence Fishburne and have been impressed by him in every media property in which I have seen him perform. In terms of his appearance and demeanor-- well, Regis is only pretty minimally described in the books, and i think the most vivid description of him is at one point when he's at a dinner in a black velvet coat "looking very much like a vampire". I will say I'm glad they're casting people of color for not just villain roles (is it a spoiler that Vilgefortz is a huge villain? no we're to that point now in the show right?)-- I mean, in their defense, basically everyone in the novels is morally gray at best but it was a bit yikes to realize that the whitest actors are playing the characters we're most supposed to sympathize with and they both racebent Yennefer and gave her more morally-dubious things to do at the same time. Thanks guys. Regis is... has his dark past but at least he's unambiguously A Dude The Narrative Likes. You know? It's kind of a relief.

But my attitude toward the Netflix show is very much that I've taken what I needed and they can do whatever they like and I will probably watch it and enjoy some of the things, and I will probably hate some of the things, and that's just how it goes.

I'd love if he went more of a Cowboy Curtis direction with this than Morpheus, but again, they'll do what they want with this, and I'll enjoy what I enjoy and be annoyed by what annoys me and that's that. I'm not very like.... normal in my fannishness, but I also don't have a great visual imagination, so I have no concrete notion of what I expected Regis to look or sound like. Laurence Fishburne may well wind up fitting it perfectly and being my headcanon henceforth when I reread the books! I do like when that happens.

(Speaking of show stuff, I recently reread my whole Trust series with Keira and Lambert and man now that I've seen show!Keira I regret that she wasn't introduced until after I wrote all that, because I love her look SO much more than the video game character. However, the video game character being so obviously a male fantasy (and a boring one, at that) of what a sorceress might look like is kind of integral to the characterization in that series, so it's not like I could change it if I wanted. Ha maybe I should have Keira settle her appearance on show!Keira's as she's learning to like herself, that'd be kind of funny.)

#the witcher #witcher netflix #show casting #i'm not that invested in actors #and despite being a fan i'm not that invested in the series #genuinely they can do what they like and i hope it's entertaining #asks answered

[independentzaun]

Simply Alone

Continued from Here with @gauntlets-shot

It’d been a rather bad evening for Jinx, or more precisely a bad couple of days. Without Silco around to help keep her grounded, and more alone than ever it was easy for her mind to start swirling and collapsing in on itself. Sometimes that resulted in her becoming violence be it in Zaun, or going up to Piltover. Sometimes she got manic and stayed up for days working on one project or another. However there were also moments like this. Quiet moments with Silco’s coat wrapped around her shoulders draped over her like...well like a young daughter trying on a parents clothes that were too big for them. Quiet moments except for the broken sobbing, and whimpered apologies and almost frantic snarled arguments with one voice or another.

Pow-Pow on one side and Fishbones on the other Jinx’s knees had been up against her chest as she sat on the bank of the river Silco had taken her to, and sobbed. She hadn’t been expecting anyone to join her, and with that soft voice along with Vi’s footsteps hitting her ears over her sobs and the movement of the water her head had snapped up as she tensed for a moment. “Vi…” The tension slid out of her as she looked up at her sister. Hands holding the coat around her Jinx didn’t move for a moment as she stared at those hands held out. Head tilting a bit her eyes went distant as she remembered times good, and bad. Hugs, and shoves. Being held, and being slapped. Reassurance, and being abandoned. Those hands had been both a source of kindness, and of harshness.

One hand clutched tightly at the coat, at Silco’s coat, but her other hand reached out slowly to rest in Vi’s hands before gripping at it and giving a little tug. Blue eyes looked up meeting Vi’s with tear streaked cheeks, and nothing in her expression at all other than grief and loneliness and a silent plea for Vi not to walk away. In that moment whatever savage hunting hound there was in Jinx natural or trained was just a lonely whimpering thing wanting someone it could trust to stay with it. It took a moment for Vi to speak, but finally a sobbing gasp came from her. “I’m alone, and everyone is gone except they aren’t gone and they keep yelling at me.”

That was the hardest part really. Before long ago even if Vander had been distant, and even if sometimes Vi or her brothers were annoyed at least someone had cared. After that Silco had always cared. Now though… now no one did. Even now she didn’t truly believe Vi cared. If Vi did care she wouldn’t be in Piltover, and with her Bitch. That didn’t stop Jinx from grasping at her sister’s hand though. A part of her still needing wanting that connection. Not that it’d ever be the same.

Not that Vi would ever be able to love her like she used to.

They had both changed too much.

The hand clutching at Silco’s coat fell, and landed on Fishbones. “And I miss him. I hear him sometimes now too, but it’s not the same… I miss him, and it’s my fault no one else cares he's gone. Just scavengers ripping apart everything that’s left over.”

#gauntletsshot #postarcane #simplyalone

[confessionsofabargainbinaddict]

My Top 50 Songs of 2023*

*not necessarily from 2023

Year number 8 of the Top 50 Songs of 2023 that aren’t necessarily from 2023 playlist!

The biggest change this year is that I did my best to try and actually sequence the playlist so I recommend turning off the shuffle I've suggested in years past and let the thing play in order.

To be totally honest, I didn't fall in love with that many albums this year BUT I did fall in love with a ton of tracks, most of which are represented here (especially the end of the playlist which skews very 2023).

So check it out. Discover something new or fall in love with something you haven’t heard in a while. See you next year!

Triple Fast Action - Small Amount

Pool Kids - That’s Physics, Baby

Joy Oladokun - Changes

Samiam - Lights Out Little Hustler

Florence + The Machine - South London Forever

Kacey Musgraves - justified

Worst Party Ever - Beautiful Out

Laura Mvula - Church Girl

The Verve Pipe - She Has Faces

Open Mike Eagle - Microfiche

Youth Fountain - Century

Murs (Feat. Aesop Rock) - Happy Pillz

HummusVacuum - Krasue

Fishbone - A Movement in the Light

Tigers Jaw - Anniversary

Seal - The Beginning

Teenage Wrist - Sunshine

Faith No More - Midlife Crisis

MAITA - Road Song

Thrice - The Grey

Four Year Strong - It Must Really Suck to Be Four Year Strong Right Now

Wolves of Glendale - Olivia

Jail Socks - On the Run

Foo Fighters - But Here We Are

Sunny War - Sweet Nothing

Militarie Gun - Very High

The Wonder Years - Oldest Daughter

Jackson+Sellers - Waste Your Time

Equipment - Coat Tails

Spitalfield - Make My Heart Attack

Can’t Swim - Nowhere, Ohio

Randy Newman - Strange Things

Busta Rhymes - Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See

Proper. - In The Van Somewhere Outside of Birmingham

Ben Folds - Kristine From the 7th Grade

Atmosphere - Peyote

Anxious - In April

Home is Where - Whaling For Sport

Minnie Ripperton - Les Fleurs

Dashboard Confessional - Sleep In

boygenius - Not Strong Enough

Lana Del Ray - Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard?

Blur - The Narcissist

Caroline Polachek - Blood and Butter

Origami Angel - Few and Far Between

Ratboys - Morning Zoo

billy woods and Kenny Segal - NYC Tapwater

SZA - Good Days

Wednesday- TV in the Gas Pump

Beauty Pill - Terrible Things

#Spotify #top songs #top songs of 2023 #2023 #playlist #spotify playlist #subjectivelyobjective #subjectivity #subjective #year end list

[lovefrenchisbetter]

Filippa Hagg Oversized Coat

Originated from their signature silhouette, the Fishbone Coat is an elevated update to a true forever piece. With an oversized fit, this coat makes a subtle statement with a defined collar, enhanced shoulders and length to the ankles. This specific wool blend makes for a more structured look to the coat, for a style reminiscing of rare vintage finds.

Filippa Hagg Essential Femme

#filippa hagg #oversized coat #essential femme #essentials #clean #minimalism #minimalist #feminine #coats #frandinavian #lovefrenchisbetter #parisian style #parisian aesthetic #parisian vibe

[moss-selfship]

Day 7 Outfit Swap

On the cool new meridian night two people sat together in their apartment, the two of them resting on the couch watching a show together. The first figure was a Feline Feral woman and the last remaining member of the fishbone gang, the cat burglar Ms. Fortune.  She sat cuddled up with her partner, a mysterious man that had appeared in new meridian seemingly overnight. This mysterious stranger eventually revealed himself to ms fortune as an avatar of the reaper himself and went by the name of mort. Over there shared journey the two of them grew close and got together, and once the skullheart was dealt with they got an apartment together. Where the two now sat on there couch enjoying the night before ms fortune spoke up. “Hey, i just had a Purr-illiant idea!” Ms fortune said smiling, turning her face to her partner who smiled back at her. “And what would that be?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and taking another sip of the drink he had sitting on the coffee table in front of them. “How about i try on your suit? I bet i would look snazzy in it.” She said standing up and putting her hands on her hips with a smile, Mort simply raised an eyebrow. “You do realize it won't fit you really well since I'm bigger than you?” He said already standing up, knowing she was dead set on this idea and he hated seeing her upset. “Yeah well..i'm sure it will be fine, i can look a bit small in it its fiiiiiine.” Ms fortune said waving her hand off to brush the issue aside, Mort could only chuckle as he started to head towards the bedroom with her. “Alright alright, though your not getting me in your outfit. It barely hides anything on you and with my…extra parts it won't hide anything on me.” His words drawing a laugh from the both of them as they got to the bedroom, ms fortune quickly changing out of her pajamas as she put on his normal outfit. “SOoo what do you think? Ain't i a stylish black cat?” Ms fortune said, turning around, giving mort a view of her. His black dress shoes clonked clumsily as she took her steps as they were much too big for her feet. The black dress pants were held tight in place with a belt pulled tight, the leg fabrics flopping as they were barely filled and a noticeable spot where she tucked her tail into was visible. The black and white shirt of his hung loosely over her body and reminded him much of how she looks with the nightshirts ms fortune would wear that were his shirts. His dress coat hung extremely loosely on her and the sleeves went over her hands, causing her to constantly adjust them so she could use her hands. “My my look at you, dressed to the nines and everything.” Mort said with a soft smile as he looked at his partner and admired herself in the mirror, turning around and rotating her head so she could see what it looked like. She had to admit even if the suit doesn't fit her she still thought she looked good, and reminded her of her old outfit before the incident. “I guess you could say i'm Dressed to kill?” Ms fortune joked with a grin, seeing the chance to make a pun about him being the grim reaper and her never being one to miss out on a pun. The two of them laughed loudly as they enjoyed this sweet and silly moment.

Prompt and credits here

#9 lives loving #my writing

[rafalestorm413]

Wonder Tummy Jisung Chapter 5 Penguin?

TW: Burping

A low rumble forced Jisung to enter the kitchen. He was horribly hungry but he was afraid that they would see him eating, swallowing without chewing. Unfortunately for him, Jeongin cooked himself with whatever he could get his hands on.

Jisung stared at a beautiful whole salmon that Jeongin had set aside for his leftover sandwich. The younger noticed his expression.

"Do you want it ?"

He nudged it a little closer, and Jisung swallowed it whole. The fish quickly slid down its throat and disappeared. Jeongin opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. He looked Jisung straight in the eyes, and then, instead of a human, he thought he saw a black and white creature with feathers, waddling on the ice floe. They stood staring at each other for a long time, until a burp broke the silence, followed by the fishbone that sprang from Jisung's mouth.

"How did you do that?"

Jisung shrugged. Even he didn't know how that was possible. Jeongin looked at him oddly. He didn't seem to understand. He reached out a shaking hand to his new friend's belly.

His feathers and his belly were soft, and yet it felt like muscles under the layer of fat. It was cold this morning, yet Jisung didn't seem to suffer from it, as he was wearing something light. Jeongin wondered if he was half penguin. Then, he felt something move under his hand, and before he had time to react, Jeongin received a book in the face.

"What the heck ?!…"

Jisung had already run off. He stumbled down the hallway and bumped into the broom cupboard. Before he could get up, several cleaning utensils began to fall on him, and he eventually passed out.

Seungmin, who had heard the noise, joined Jeongin who was trying somehow to get Jisung out. The two young people put him on the couch. Seungmin noticed the feathers under the undersized shirt that Minho lent Jisung.

"What's on his stomach?"

He pulled out a white feather. A penguin feather.

"It looks like feathers…"

Jeongin lowered his head.

"10 minutes ago, he swallowed a whole fish… And then he spat out a book…"

Seungmin allowed himself to touch the belly of their new friend. He felt that he was different from a human one… He opened his mouth and discovered a pointed tongue, quite long with some barbs on it. A strong smell of sardines emanated from his mouth, moreover. Seungmin seemed quite disturbed.

"At best, he's an alien."

"We can look on the internet what kind of animal can look like him?"

After a few minutes, he found a similar animal. A penguin. So, they were right. Jeongin showed his phone.

"He has the same kind of feathers. And the same tongue."

He allowed himself to touch the pink tongue sticking out of Jisung's mouth, when he opened his eyes, frightened. He leaned back as far as he could on the couch, his round belly twitching rapidly as his breathing became irregular. He was scared. Were they going to kick him out? Or even worse, experiment on him?

Seungmin reached a reassuring hand towards him.

"We won't hurt you…"

The young man, in full anxiety crisis, did not listen. He curled up on the sofa, spouting incomprehensible words about a man and a woman in white coats. Jeongin and Seungmin realized that he must have escaped from the lab on the other side of the city, and that scientists had probably tried horrible experiments on him. Jeongin went to get fresh fish while Seungmin searched for penguin information. Perhaps they would better understand why he had undergone this experience.

Jisung didn't hesitate to take some fish of the bucket Jeongin had brought back. He had visited several supermarkets in order to have enough to occupy him while they could learn about the penguins.

Seungmin read, and Jeongin occasionally touched their friend, to see if he had the characteristics described.

They watched in amazement as Jisung made a sardine disappear deep in his throat.

His hair, however, were too fine to be compared to real feathers. They touched his belly

"It's so soft~"

Jeongin, couldn't help stroking the soft skin. This caused a sort of hiccup in Jisung, who had just swallowed the last fish. Stronger pressure from Jeongin's hand caused him to burp, expelling the fish bones.

"Disgusting…"

He removed the bones he had received in his face, and Seungmin laughed before continuing.

"What do you feel under your hand?"

"Something soft. Looks like a pillow."

"It's called blubber. It's a layer of fat."

"Fat… Like pigs?"

Seungmin shook his head.

"It's not really the same, it's a layer of fat that keeps you warm when it's cold. Just like whales. Oooh, it seems that penguins are hunted for their blubber…"

Jisung let out a small panicked cry, both arms around his belly. Jeongin hugged him with a sigh.

"Stop, you're going to scare him!"

What they didn't know was that Minho had been spying on them for quite a while.

"Are you're crazy? How can you tell him stuff like that?"

Minho took the young man in his arms. He left, slamming the door.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #Bangchan #lee minho #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #burping #burp kink #belly kink

[mystic-orb88]

Arcane Season 2 Wish and Prediction Lists:

Wishes (Some of these are unlikely, I know. But that's what AUs and Art prompts are for, right?):

Warwick. Vander. Transformation. Need I say more?

Jinx and Machine Herald Viktor to meet/interact.

Caitlyn and Vi to be partners (Both kinds).

Vi to not wear that hideous outfit in L.O.L..

CAIT NEEDS A MORE PRACTICAL OUTFIT!!

I WANT TO SEE ZIGGS AND JINX!! Maybe a cameo, at least?

Machine Herald Vik. Like, I want to see him majestically put that mask on his face, like Darth Vader. And glance at The Hexclaw and go 'Hmmmm... DING!! Ideaaaaa!! Imma just attach this or something like it to my shoulder.'.

Heimerdinger being an adorable fluffy Yoda Boomer and learning to use Ekko's Hoverboard, because he has to be cool and gangsta now.

Silco being resurrected (I had a cool dream 'bout that. Might AU-ify that idea).

Silco and Mini Jinx Flashback between the timeskip of Season One.

Jinx wearing Silco's coat and being sad and short.

Ghost Silco being the voice in Jinx's head that helps shape her into the Jinx from L.O.L..

Jinx talking to Fishbones. Just a lil'.

Predictions:

Vi will be called upon by Piltover, and they'll be like 'Yo, sorry we were completely disregarding Zaun's situation before, but, uh, we're a little up the creek now with half the council gone and all, so, well- We were wondering if you'd consider our requested, offered, respectful suggestion of becoming our Head Enforcer? You'll be placed as a front line worker, obviously. If so, great!! Welcome to the ranks!! If not, then we demandingly insistently order you to mandatorily order you to. Unless, of course, you want to see the cell in Stillwater with your name on it again, for a reallll, loong time. No? Ah isn't that that the great thing about life?? We all get a fair choice!!'

Then Cait's like, 'C'mon, for your sister. We can look for her together.' and Vi's like 'HAhA, nON. Too danger for you, Cupcake' and Cait eventually manages to persuade her but that's why they end up being like, 'If you're an Enforcer now, then whoever goes comes back in a box' or whatever.

Okay, I mentioned this in someone else's post a while ago, but what if Singed turns Silco into Twitched? Just because he's poisoned, poisonous rat man. And also, because, apparently, Singed likes turning random people into furries.

Mel dies, Cassandra doesn't- I don't see a reason for her death, AND she's in Cait's story in L.O.L., Jayce and Viktor can't die, but the rest of The Council does.

Who's Singed's daughter?? *cough* Orianna *cough*.

What happens to Poro?? Didn't HeimerYoda leave them? I bet they find a huge colony of Poros and start conquering Runeterra.

#Arcane #Arcane Predictions #Arcane Season 2 #Arcane Season 2 Predictions #Arcane Vi LoL #Arcane Jinx LoL #Arcane Singed LoL #Arcane Silco LoL #Arcane Vander/Warwick #Arcane Theories #Arcane Mel LoL #Arcane Jayce LoL #Arcane Viktor LoL #Twitched LoL #Arcane Caitlyn Lol #Arcane Cassandra Kirraman LoL #Arcane Cecil B. Heimerdinger LoL #Arcane Ekko LoL #Star Wars #Darth Vader #Orianna LoL

[lobster-tales]

Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 10: The Studio

Summary: The bands make changes for next round | Viktor opens up

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fissurefolk should have been celebrating their victory, but Finn spent the next practice acting like they lost.

“That was sloppy,” he said with a scowl. “Sevika, you were off tempo on the third song. Clean it up.”

She scoffed. “I was only off because Jinx was off.”

“That was on purpose,” Jinx said, twirling her butterfly knife in her hands. “It’s a stylistic choice.”

Viktor added, “There’s actually a word for it: rubato. It means ‘stolen time’.”

“See?” Jinx pointed to him. “I’m a fucking virtuoso.”

Finn interrupted, “You’re a disaster, that’s what you are. You almost crashed into me four times during the set. If you’re going to dance, do it on your side of the stage.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “What’s up your ass, Finn? Did you miss the part where we won?”

“I told you, I have high standards.” He hoisted the guitar strap over his head. “Now get up.” He nodded to Margot, who was working behind the glass of the control room. “Margot printed new chord sheets. We’re going through as many as possible today.”

Hours later, when practice ended, Jinx threw on a big coat and headed to the door, eager to jump in the car with Viktor and escape to her studio together. But a soft voice stopped her.

“Hey.” Margot was leaning against the door frame of the control room. “I feel like we haven’t really hung out in a while. How are you?”

She was so unassuming, but Jinx knew better than to let her guard down. “Good. You?”

“Good. Busy, but good.” Margot considered her. “Where you headed?”

“My studio.”

“Alone?”

Is that what this was about? Jinx picked her answer carefully. “I guess. I think Viktor needed a ride.”

“Right… I’ve noticed you guys ride together. A lot.”

“Yeah, well we both live at the fucking hotel.” Jinx didn’t mean to get so defensive. Her tone had bitten too hard, and Margot sensed that she was hiding something.

Margot was gentle, but firm. “Of course. But it seems like you never just drop him off. You both always get home… late.”

Ohhhhhh. “Ew, we’re not fucking, Margot,” Jinx gagged. “Gross.”

Relief flashed in Margot’s eyes, but she still held her ground. “But you are spending a lot of time together.”

It wasn’t a question, and even if it was, Jinx wouldn’t answer anyway.

Margot cleared her throat. “Look, I’m glad you have a new friend, Jinx, especially considering how busy the rest of us are. But you were the one who suspected Viktor the most, and with good reason. I mean, you were right: it’s too convenient to be a coincidence. That’s why we’re so surprised you’re spending that much time with him.”

We. So Silco did put her up to this. Jinx felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Fishbones was in her studio for surveillance. She knew the glassy stuffed animal eyes had hidden cameras. Silco had been watching them, this entire time. But only in the studio: at least he hadn’t seen her sleep in Viktor’s room. Unless a member of his hotel staff saw her leave Viktor’s room hours later.

Paranoia set her hands to shaking, but she stuffed them into her coat pockets to hide it. She had to calm down. Silco hadn’t approached her yet, which meant that so far, she hadn’t done anything wrong. And if he did confront her…

“Well,” she shrugged. “You know what they say. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.”

Margot wanted to say more, clearly. She was hard to read sometimes, always towing the line of diplomacy and deceit. But she said simply, “I just want to make sure you’re being careful.”

“Ha!” Good thing the studio was already empty. Lightning flickered along Jinx’s nervous system, eliciting a sudden rage. “That is so fucking rich, Margot.”

She was still, waiting for Jinx’s reaction. “What is?”

“You’re the one who brought me to all those night clubs. How many shots have we done together, Margot? How many lines? You sure didn’t give a shit about my safety when we’d go out partying, and now you want to act all high and mighty now that I’m doing at-home espionage?”

Her expression was… sad, but Jinx couldn’t tell if it was a performative sorrow or not. “I was always in control,” Margot murmured. “You were never in any danger.”

“And I’m not in danger now. I know what I’m doing. And you can stop pretending that you care.”

Margot closed her eyes, breathing deeply. If this was an act, she deserved an award. “I… I’m sorry, Jinx. I do trust you. I know you know what’s really at stake here, and you would never do anything to jeopardize what we stand for.”

An itch of guilt. Jinx was so wrapped up in the band, she kept forgetting about her inheritance, that this whole thing had a higher purpose. So much had changed so quickly. She hadn’t even considered what would happen after the contest. Would Viktor stick around, become one of Silco’s scientists? Would Lux return back home with her swoopy hair boyfriend?

It was too overwhelming to think about now. She had to focus on the present. Viktor was waiting for her in the car, she had a call scheduled with Lux later tonight. She could put off her destiny for another day.

“Good,” Jinx said. “I’ll see you later.”

When she turned away, Margot’s soft voice followed her. “And this might be hard to believe,” she whispered. “But I do care.”

Jinx didn’t respond, just let the studio door close behind her.

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The first few practices after Progress Day’s debut performance were rough. The tension between Vi and Ezreal hung heavy in the air, and the overall discouragement was affecting their sound quality.

After a few listless rehearsals, Ekko finally put his foot down. “Alright,” he said, addressing everyone. “That’s enough. Let’s get it out in the open. Ez, that was a shitty thing you did.”

Ezreal muttered, “I apologized already.”

Vi scoffed. “That was barely an apology.”

“Well it’s hard to be sincere when you’re attacking me.”

“Well maybe if you respected people’s boundaries, you wouldn’t get attacked.”

Ekko said, “Enough. Ez, apologize. For real this time.”

Ezreal shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. A small nod from Jayce encouraged him, and he said, “Vi, I’m sorry for overstepping your boundaries. I won’t do that again.”

She wasn’t completely satisfied, but still said, “Thanks. Appreciate it.”

“Alright, that’s done,” said Ekko. “Next order of business. We tried once, we failed once. So the question is,” He swept his gaze over the room. “What are we going to do about it?”

A few feet shuffled. Lux finally said, “I liked their outfits. They looked more like… well, rockstars. Compared to us. No offense or anything.”

Ekko pointed to her appreciatively. “Yeah, good one. We need more of a look.”

“Agreed,” said Vi, and Jayce nodded.

“Eh, I don’t know,” Ezreal said. “I think our look is more wholesome. Makes us stand out from them.”

“Then what do you suggest we do differently?” Ekko asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Ezreal nodded towards Lux. “I think you should let Lux sing a few songs.”

She gasped as all eyes landed on her. “Wh-what?”

“Come on, babe,” Ezreal prompted. “You have an amazing voice.”

“But- but so does Ekko! And Vi…”

Jayce asked, “Do you want to sing, Lux?”

But Ezreal chimed in, “Of course she does, she’s amazing. You should hear her.”

Vi’s voice was patient. “He didn’t ask you.”

“It’s okay!” Lux said, trying to keep the peace. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind singing, if you’re both okay with that?”

“Sure,” Ekko said. “You mind if we hear a sample?”

The room went quiet. Lux asked permission from everyone’s faces, standing when she felt sure.

La la-la La la-la la-la

She cleared her throat. “S-sorry, I’m not totally warmed up yet.”

“That’s okay,” Jayce said with a grin. “Keep going.”

Lux took a deep breath, and sang,

Gales of song Guide me through the storm

She collected herself, slowly getting into the rhythm of the song.

On the wings of a small, simple melody Words take flight and soar They carry me, a world we'll see Looking for a farewell, I pull the threads A life without you I cannot accept I can't tell that lie, I can't let go

With each line, her confidence increased. Her voice rose and fell, a breathy soprano that could be surprisingly powerful. As the song crescendoed, so did Lux, her eyes closed as she breathed in the music, a smile playing on her lips.

I walk alone, there's more to life I have to know It's just me, lost so far away from home Alone I shut myself in Still the winds howl, they call and their voices lead me Gales of song, guide me through the storm

Her voice rose on the final notes, carrying them effortlessly.

Let the melody lift me hiiiiiiiiiigh, I'll be meeeee

They all just stared at her, mouths agape. Lux squirmed. “Um, was that okay?”

Vi breathed, “What the fuck, Lux.”

The boys made noises of approval. Jayce said, “You’ve been holding out on us, Crownguard.”

“Told ya,” Ez crossed his arms triumphantly.

Ekko was already planning, coming up with different songs for her to sing. “You know, you’d have a good voice for like gothy, ethereal metal. If you’d be down.”

“Metal?” Ez scoffed. “No way. She’s more of a pop-”

“Ezreal,” Vi said. “Respectfully, shut the fuck up.” She locked eyes on Lux, ignoring his shocked indignation. “It’s your voice, Lux. What do you want to sing?”

This time, Lux avoided Ezreal’s gaze, focusing instead on the rest of the bandmates. They gave her the space to speak, and when she understood that she was in full control of the situation, she squared her shoulders and said quickly, “I want to sing gothy, ethereal metal!”

Everyone but Ezreal cheered, though he stopped protesting.

“Alright,” Ekko said, placing a hand on her shoulder in comfort. “We got our gameplan. Let’s get to it.”

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“That’s right, Ezreal,” Jinx murmured. “She’s mine now. And if you ever want to see your little girlfriend again, then you better forfeit the contest. Your choice.”

Her hand lifted a crude doll with swoopy boy band hair. She did a poor impression of Ezreal. “Noooooo! Well, I guess you win, Jinx. You’re just too smart for me.”

She picked up two dolls: one of Lux, and one of herself. Her Lux voice was lighter, more breathy. “Thank you, Jinx! You’re my hero!” She pressed the dolls together and made a “Mwah!” sound.

Back in her normal tone, imitating herself. “Let’s get outta here, Starlight.”

There was movement at the studio door, followed by Viktor’s amused tone, “Am I interrupting?”

Jinx panicked, scooping the dolls under the counter. “N-no!”

“Interesting strategy,” he noted, taking his seat beside her. “Though, I don’t know how effective it will be in practice.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled. “It’s just my writing process.”

“I have no doubt,” he chuckled under his breath. “Ah, I don’t envy your situation, pupsik. But at least things seem to be going well?”

“Yeah.” She fidgeted with a dial on the soundboard. The conversation with Margot still haunted her. The last few times she had seen Viktor, Jinx was careful to keep it to just work. Especially under the scrutiny of Fishbone's glassy eyes.

She wondered how much Silco was paying attention. He didn’t care about the dolls: she had run through countless situations with them, hypothetical scenarios. Once, verbatim, he had told her he always skipped through that part of the feed, in an attempt to save her from embarrassment. This time would be the same, without a doubt.

But Viktor was different. She told Margot that she was doing at-home espionage, but that wasn’t really true. If she was supposed to be spying, she was doing a shitty job. She didn’t even know what happened between Viktor and Jayce that caused the fallout.

An idea struck her, something Lux had mentioned last night on the phone. Jinx considered him. “So are you and Jayce, like, broken up broken up?”

“We’re not together right now. Why?”

“Well, I’ve heard… and I know it’s none of my business, but a lot of people are saying that he and Medarda are… dating now.”

“Oh, I know,” Viktor said, unbothered. “They were seeing each other when Jayce and I were still together.”

Jinx started. “Wait. He cheated on you?”

“No! No, we had an open relationship. He and Mel have been involved for about a year now.”

“... Is that why you broke up?”

She could practically see the gears turning in his clockwork brain. “The reason was mostly because of… well, work was putting a big strain on our relationship. We had different ideas of how to improve the company. But I can’t deny that she was… a small part of it.”

Fishbones grinned in the corner of her vision. She did feel a little guilty for investigating, but she was also curious for her own reasons. “Because you were jealous?”

“No, not really,” he said. “I’ve always known Jayce was bisexual, and I never felt negatively towards any of our other opportunities, or even when we shared partners.”

“Ew. TMI, Vik.”

“But,” he continued, “Jayce has always approached men and women differently. With men, and especially in my case, he burns hot but it takes a long time for him to catch feelings. But with women, he falls hard and fast. And of course, Mel was the same. Not that I blame him: she is beautiful, and I’m certain that if I was attracted to women in any capacity, then I would be taken with her too.”

To say Mel Medarda was beautiful was an understatement. She was physically attractive, sure, but she was also elegant, diplomatic. The woman could charm a snake. Even Jinx had her celebrity crush phase, in early middle school when Mel first joined the senate. It was a parasocial relationship, of course, one of Jinx's romantic awakenings. The irony that Mel ended up sponsoring Ekko was not lost on her.

Viktor said, “She’s a busy woman, so he made sure he was available any time she was. And because of that, our schedule began to revolve around her’s.” His voice lowered just slightly. “And our home… she felt that our space was messy and disorganized, which it was, but… it was our space. And she took it upon herself to redecorate. I know she had good intentions, but…”

“... but it didn’t feel like home anymore.”

He didn’t say yes, but his sigh did.

“Did you ever talk to him about it?”

“Why would I? She’s our investor. Hextech wouldn’t exist without her. So instead of confronting him, when I saw an opportunity to step away, I took it.” He seemed to realize his own vulnerability, and shrugged it off. “That’s all.”

Jinx tried to think of what to say. People never really opened up to her. Probably because she was so unpredictable, which was fair. But when she came up with a way to talk to him, it was Vi’s voice that guided her words. “But if he doesn’t know, then how is he supposed to fix it?”

Instead of answering, Viktor said, “Perhaps it’s for the best. Jayce has always been more physically affectionate, more emotional. He deserves someone who can meet his needs, someone who is better off, someone… healthy.”

Jinx had felt that pain so many times before. She had fought it off for years after the accident, that feeling of being a burden to her family, that she was just in the way. They were words that she had accepted from herself thousands of times, but now, hearing Viktor say them, she found them unacceptable. “No,” she said. “That’s not true, Vik. You’re not less valuable just because you’re different.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what’s going through Jayce’s head, man,” she said honestly. “But I know that he cares about you. A lot. I didn’t really get a chance to hang out with you guys before… all this… but I know that the way he looked at you…”

She knew what she felt, it was just a matter of collecting it together into a coherent sentence. “Like, for example, Sky. When she was really down bad for you, she always looked at you differently. It was like… she wasn’t seeing you, the real you. It was like she was seeing the person she wanted you to be. But when Jayce looked at you, Vik, he saw you. Like, no offense, but you’re really fucking weird.”

“Thank you,” he said brightly.

“And when Jayce looked at you, he clearly knew you were really fucking weird. But he also really liked that about you. And I remember…” Her cheeks warmed at the thought. “I remember really envying that.”

The words were coming, too fast. The only person she ever shared these thoughts with was Silco, and even then, it had been years since she last said them out loud. “I always felt like Ekko and Vi wanted me to be a certain way, you know? They had this idea of who I should be, and they didn’t want me to be so weird and intense. But ultimately… That's who I am. And that’s why Silco was such a relief. You know, he accepted me, crazy and all.”

Viktor’s expression had dimmed. Probably because she was rambling, getting off track. “What I’m saying is,” she said. “Don’t just assume that Jayce doesn't like you anymore. Obviously right now isn’t the best time with the contest and everything, but when this is all over, just… talk to him. Maybe he’ll surprise you.” She cracked a grin. “And if he doesn’t, his loss.”

Viktor’s smile was thoughtful. “I’m the older one, shouldn’t I be imparting life lessons to you?”

Jinx rolled her eyes. “I can be emotionally intelligent. Sometimes.”

Viktor said, “I… I don’t know what your situation is exactly, with Vi and Ekko. But I think they could surprise you, too.”

Panic laced itself along her spine, though not as intense as usual when Vi and Ekko were brought up. “No,” she said. “No, I can’t. At least… not right now.”

“That’s fine, pupsik.” Viktor made sure not to overstep. “If you need time, you need time. I know I certainly do.”

She watched as he pulled up the recording software. “What does pupsik mean, by the way? You call me that a lot.”

“Eh, it’s like… baby. Or doll.” At her horrified expression, he said quickly, “It’s different! It’s a term of endearment, that’s all.”

She eyed him suspiciously.

“Really, it’s because of your-,” he indicated her hidden stash of dolls under the counter. “Your um… ‘writing process’.”

Her face flared red. “You know what, let’s-let’s get back to work.”

Viktor played the track they’d been working on, listening and altering the beats. Jinx tried to focus, though it was difficult with Fishbones murmuring in her mind. A weakness to exploit. Well done, Jinx.

#arcane #lightcannon #jinx #viktor #vicait #rock band au #battle of the bands au #face the noise #beat the daylight #my fic #okay I'm caught up on posting now lol

[adversaryss]

@dikiyvter:

“Hiya Mister!” pardon Gio as he makes himself comfortable atop the desk-- Legs crossed and all, with utterly no regard for any paperwork he might be sitting upon. “I brought you something!” gloved hands rifle through the pockets of his coat-- one minute, then another, and then-- “Oh! Here they are!”

What might this something be? Well, it’s... uh... fish bones. A lot of fish bones.

“I fished it up myself! I wanted to bring the whole fish to show you, but, uh... it would’ve rotted!” he leans forward then, expectant-- “Are you proud of me?”

Well. In any case, he seems awfully proud of himself.

Fortunately, the desk in the main office of Northland Bank is rather large and Giacomo is rather small, so there's plenty of space for a petite little thing like himself to lounge. Not that Childe particularly cares about the paperwork on said desk anyways; he's only filling in as the sole high-ranking Fatui official in the area temporarily.

So great is his boredom that even a handful of fishbones is enough to perk him right up.

"You've been fishing?" Childe asks, genuinely delighted. "Give it here and I'll take a look." The paperwork is shoved into any random drawer to make enough space for him to start placing the bones down one by one like the world's most morbid jigsaw puzzle- a hobby he picked up many years ago as a child without much else to do than kill things and wait until the next opportunity to kill more things.

The task is soon completed with surprising proficiency and he turns his head one way, then the other, attempting to identify the species.

"Hmm... Looks like a medaka, am I right? Good work, but next time, you could always put it in a bucket of water if you wanted to show it off, you know! They usually have pretty interesting colors."

#ic #dikiyvter #asks #(SDFSDFSD Pls Gio activating his weird special interest in marine life and dead things-)

[shimmerbeasts]

Things were relatively calm between Vi and Jinx, at least as calm as they could be considering Jinx was a criminal and Vi was meeting up with her without Caitlyn knowing. In her defense, Jinx always found a way to track her down, sneak up on her and be around whenever Vi went to the lanes. She wouldn't tell Caitlyn, of course, she didn't want to worry Caitlyn, considering she was stressed enough as it was. At first, it felt odd to have Jinx around whenever she came down, but as time passed, Vi grew used to her constant presence and even found herself missing her sometimes. Vi allowed her sister to drag her around by the wrist with a small smile. "What are you up to? I know that smile..." Even if Jinx was completely different than Powder once had been, she still recognized small behaviors her sister didn't let go of, like her mischievous grin whenever she was up to no good, which was plastered onto her pale face as she watched the blue haired one drag her around. "Jinx, what a-- Oh..." Vi blinked as Jinx suddenly brought her hand closer to her face, and her breath hitched once her fingers were shoved into her open mouth. The sensation was... odd. Powder herself had always been very oral when younger, so Vi was used to her sister nibbling every once in a while but this? This was far beyond anything they've ever done, this was... New, and Vi struggled to make sense of the thoughts swirling around her brain. She felt Jinx's cheek hollow as she sucked her fingers, barbed tongue brushing against thick joints as Vi watched, blue eyes wide and still trying to make sense of what was happening. She couldn't help to notice how much more predatory these new nips against her fingers seemed. It was different from Powder's gentle nibbles against her arm or sometimes her hands. Yet this felt different, and Vi still fought the images those nibbles brought back from her memory. Once Jinx let go of her hand, Vi couldn't care less about the saliva, but her mind was still working a thousand miles per minute as Jinx spoke. "They... They sure grew..." She said, blinking as she attempted to clear her thoughts. "You could've just smiled at me, you know, I would've seen them..." Vi said, cleaning her saliva-coated fingers against her pants.

With Vi returning to the Lanes once every while for missions, Jinx took the opportunities, she was given. Caitlyn might be convinced that she had Vi neatly wrapped around her fingers, but Jinx would get her sister back. All she had to do, was get rid of all that Piltie influence - from the clothing, to the perfume, to even that uptight sense of morality -, and replace it with the animalism, penetrating every corner of Zaun. After all, even if Vi did not look like it, just like Jinx, she had a Vastaya in her ancestry. For some reason, her genes just refused to show. So, Jinx just had to turn them on! Anything Singed could do, she could do better!

Of course, turning these genes on would be easier said than done. Right now, Jinx did not fully know how she was supposed to go about this. However, she was certain she would find a way! She had built Pow-Pow and Fishbones. She was a genius. So she was fairly confident that she would figure this out. Right now, getting to spend as much time as possible with Vi while slowly sinking in her claws deeper and deeper, seemed the way to go.

There was, of course, the other way, but Jinx didn't want to do that. Not yet.

Some traces of Powder were still in Jinx. Microexpressions, she never would be able to fully shake off. However, some of her traces had evolved and grown. They had changed into something new. Jinx had always been an oral-orientated person, even as Powder. From her innocent nibbles and bites to her hyper fixation upon other people's mouths. Particularly Vi's open jaws were something, Powder had been able to stare at for hours.

Working over her sister's fingers like this felt new and strange. Jinx had seen other women do these types of gestures with one another, though they had never really bitten down on each other's digits. They had been more focused on mere licking and sucking. For Jinx, that was impossible to do. She wanted to bite as much as she wanted to lick and suck, especially now that she was showing Vi how much her fangs had grown.

Her sister seemed more than a little bit puzzled when Jinx finally relinquished her hold upon her fingers. Vi seemed to struggle to process what had just happened. As she helplessly suggested that Jinx could have simply smiled at her, the Loose Canon laughed and said: "Where would have been the fun in that? That way, you can actually feel just how sharp they have become."

@playgroundmonsters cont. from here.

#playgroundmonsters #rp: teeth sharper than ever before #im gonna show him youll see: jinx interaction #the only thought that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you: vi||in character #Post-Canon Verse[Jinx] #things changed since you left: queue

[zaunrising]

What does Jinx do when she misses Silco? Counterwise what does Silco do when he misses Jinx?

Has Silco’s wardrobe changed after the table incident?

Where does Jinx feel safest?

What does Sevika do if she’s nervous to calm down?

Let’s see, going from 1 to 5.

1 and 2: Weirdly enough, they both do basically the same things. If possible, they just go see the other. If not, they get something that reminds them of the other. Sometimes that’s a specific cup, or a stuffed animal, or a knife, or a place. Jinx on a rooftop staring at The Last Drop, Silco moving through quiet paths in Zaun he showed Jinx once, things like that. Within my main verse. On very, very rare occasions when Silco misses Jinx badly enough, he will go into her room in the house and sit on her bed to just sit there and maybe hold one of her stuffed animals.

Jinx, believing Silco dead, has made a small puppet of him that has a button-up shirt on it that she stole from the house before Silco recovered enough to properly go home. Sometimes she’ll rest next to it, and lean her head against it, making believe it’s Silco. Other times she’ll talk to her new rocket launcher, fishbones, and sometimes she hears back Silco.

3: Yes, and no. He doesn’t cover up his scar with makeup anymore. He has a pistol under his coat now that he carries. He had to replace the vest he had on when he got shot. He hasn’t made any large changes to his over all wardrobe, however. Partly because he is still Silco, still owns The Lanes, and can’t afford to change things too much and potentially seem weak. Partly because he’s privately worried that if he changes things too much, he won’t ever be able to convince Jinx that he’s real.

4: Jinx feels safest with Silco when it’s just the two of them, and they are somewhere private like his office, or at home. Otherwise, she feels safest in her workshop, and a lot of the time she feels safer in her workshop than she does being around Silco. Not because of anything to do with Silco himself, but because she’s well aware there are people that want him dead, so if they go out and walk around Zaun she’s always a bit on edge.

5: Sevika very rarely gets nervous, and when she does, it's normally a rather simple reaction that comes from it. Fix the problem. Be it work related, or a fight, or wanting to talk to a pretty woman, or whatever else, Sevika’s attitude is simple. You get up, you do the thing, and you won’t have to be nervous anymore. On the other hand, if it’s something she can’t do anything at all about, Sevika will do everything in her power to distract herself. Card games, maintenance on her arm, getting into a physical fight with someone, whatever it takes so she can focus on something else.

#elisethetraveller #⌱ WHAT'S THIS NOW? | (asks)

[independentzaun]

Okay okay now, darker -- what if JINX kept Silco's body after Act 3, to try and bring him back to life, but to no avail, just sitting around a house with her dolls and her dead rotting father, talking to him and treating him as if he were still alive?

(Alright I’m putting this entire thing under a read more. Content warnings? Jinx being obsessive with the dead rotting body of her father, maggots. Death. Bones. A body falling apart. Angst, sadness, and squishy dead bits lay ahead.)

It wasn’t until she’d gone back to check on Silco’s body after launching a rocket at the Council Chambers of Piltover that things had started to go a bit odd. Fishbones over one shoulder Jinx walked back into the building in which everything had gone wrong with tears still on her face only to hear his voice as her eyes found their way to his dead body. Magenta eyes had gone wide and she’d actually dropped the rocket launcher to the ground as she whispered. “S, Silco? Dad?”

I’m so proud of you. You’re perfect. It was a magnificent strike against Piltover, but I’m getting cold and seem to be having issues walking. No, no shhhh it’s okay my sweet lil wild dog. Could you take me home though?

A sob came from Jinx as a long gasping breath had gotten dragged into her lungs. Her dead father was still alive. He had to be! He was talking to her. It wasn’t like it could be just another voice. That’d be silly. She already had too many. A soft little laugh came from her as she took a few steps forward some part of her mind trying desperately to pull itself up from the depths of grief that had drowned it to scream that this wasn’t right even for her. That he was dead and would never rise again and there was nothing to be done about that. Head tilting a bit Jinx swallowed and shook her head as her hands came up to grip at her head before she leaned over and screamed as that cruel and mean thought just wouldn’t leave. That he was dead, dead, dead, dead, dead! Because of her! Because she was a Jinx! Fingers scraping down her cheeks she shook going down to her knees as a harsh sob came from her before a thought came to her. What if he didn’t have to be? What if he wasn’t completely dead, but only… mostly...dead?

Standing she grabbed Fishbones slinging it over her back before moving forward, and grabbing Silco’s coat Jinx wrapped it around him. “I’ll help you stay warm, it’s okay. I’ll take care of everything.” He couldn’t just be gone. Not Silco. Now surprisingly strong with the “treatments” Singed had given her Jinx picked him up, and took him home. Not to the Last Drop, or to his house however. Instead she took him to her workshop. She could keep him safe there, and no one would find them giving her plenty of time to fix her murder her mistake. Settling him down into a chair she tucked his coat in around him before kissing his cheek. “I’ll be right back. You just stay comfy.” There was a whisper in the back of her head that Jinx could swear sounded like his voice agreeing to stay there, but she’d turned and headed out already.

It took a few hours for her to return, but when she did it was with a number of things. A large comfortable reclining chair, a couple of blankets, a nice pillow, his injector, and quite a bit of shimmer. By now Silco was starting to noticeably cool, and his body stiffen with rigor mortis however Jinx just kind of ignored that. Putting him into his new chair with a pillow behind his head and the blankets over his lap she took his coat and draped it over her shoulders before staring at him for a few long moments. “You need to wake up. I don’t want to be all alone. I hate…” Pulling her pistol she fired it at something only she could see. “Shut up he’s not one of you! He’s not dead! And you don’t count anyways. You’re just a stupid, dead, thing.”

For a moment looking back to Silco she almost thought maybe he really was dead. Truly, completely dead and that idea made her start to tremble and her chest tighten before she shook her head. That couldn’t be. He wouldn’t allow himself to die and leave her all alone. They were family. They were all they each had, and family didn’t leave family. Grabbing some shimmer, and Silco’s injector Jinx casually sat on his lap pushing his head back a bit albeit with some difficulty and as she’d done a hundred times before and more that injector came down against his eye and with the flicker of a needle and a sudden purple tear drop she gave him his shimmer. Sliding off of his lap quickly in case he convulsed a bit as he normally did Jinx crouched down staring at him for a moment before sighing and sitting on the floor with her cheek against his leg.

He must need more shimmer. Maybe she should get Singed? No, not that mad twisted doctor. She’d help Silco herself. The next few weeks proceeded similarly. She’d talk to Silco, and sometimes she’d hear him actually respond but always he fell back asleep. Always he was cold no matter what blankets she put on him, and despite the slow burning fire she set up close by him in a contained barrel to ensure nothing else would get set on fire. The injections of shimmer she gave him went once every couple of days, to every day, and than they went from his regular small doses to larger and larger. None of it worked. After a month or so she’d fallen asleep sobbing on his lap and when woke up Jinx had frowned seeing maggots starting to emerge from his mouth. Pulling the blankets off, and than undoing his shirt she’d blinked seeing more moving around his chest. “Well that wont do… You don’t like that do you?...Alright, I’ll take care of it. No don’t worry I’d do anything for you.”

Turning on some music Jinx started to hum and pulled Silco over to her tub. Dumping him into it her eyes had gone a bit distant as though she wasn’t quite seeing what was really there, and crouching down she undressed him. Using her fingers Jinx simply started to pull the maggots off of him and toss them over the side of her workshop letting each fall down who knows how far to splatter. Again, and again, and again. Maggot, after maggot, after maggot was pulled off of him and than out of him each getting tossed away as though nothing more than dirt or grime to be discarded. When she finished she grabbed water, and bathed him singing along to the music she was listening to the entire time. Ensuring his entire body was clean Jinx stared at him for a moment, and the holes in his chest and his unseeing eyes and for a moment her mind screamed the truth at her.

Silco wasn’t moving. He was dead, and gone, and in her mind and that was it. Collapsing to her knees with her hands at her head Jinx let out an anguished scream shaking her head as the memories of The Table returned and she relieved that one fateful moment. Her minigun rattling, her finger squeezing out of reflex, bullets flying out and the look on Silco’s face as his life faded. It wasn’t something she could forget, or ignore. She had shot her dad, her father, her everything her home and life and universe. Why had she allowed herself to get mixed up and confused? It was all her fault. Everything. She should have done better and now she’d never have another chance! As she crouched shaking, and whining and sobbing a voice slid through her mind. Silco’s voice.

Don’t cry. You’re perfect. I still love you, and I always will. You’re a genius, and deserve the world. Take it. Take what you want most. It’s yours.

She could take what she wanted most? She could have what she wanted most. She wanted Silco. She needed Silco back. She needed… she had him? Didn’t she? He was right there and he’d just spoken to her. Slowly sitting up to look at his body Jinx slowly crawled into the tub with his clean body and letting out a long soft breath nuzzled into his stone cold unfeeling cheek. “I knew you’d never leave me.” It was okay. He was still here. She just had to do a better job helping him.

A few weeks, or months even passed and things continued much the same. From time to time she bathed him, slept on or with him, had little break downs and then came back up. Without really knowing why Jinx started working on a couple of projects that started off modeled off of Sevika’s arm however, and roaming around Zaun stole a few examples of prosthetics and implants from the engineers before experimenting with them herself. Something within her was unconsciously giving her the solution to the problem that was about to become clear before long. The problem was that Silco would only stay intact for so long.

At this point Jinx had fallen so far into a desperate belief that Silco was still there and could still be fixed that it didn’t phase her when skin started to separate, and his lower leg started to come apart at the knee. That just meant she had more options to get him up and going again. A lower leg was pulled off, cleaned, sterilized, and slowly she built a casing around it. The same happened with his other leg, and an arm and then eventually Jinx simply found herself left with a collection of bones after one too many baths… and a head. Because she’d never been able to scrub at it the same way as everything else, and because despite his blood not flowing the Shimmer injections she’d never stopped putting into his eye had managed to preserve the skin and that one eye of his head enough for it to stay recognizable.

That head was all she really needed of course. His eye, and lips, and smile and voice praising her for never giving up. It took months. His body collapsing. Cleaning it. Putting together a new body. Figuring out how to connect everything together and to ensure his bones formed the frame of his. That head that was quite obviously a dead thing to everyone except for her on the top of it, and a way to make it’s lips open as a croaking sound came from it. She promised to give him a better voice of course, but that wasn’t as important as making sure the thing she’d created could hug her which… it could. Cold metallic limbs with shining bone engraved and stained with shimmer and bolted into metal sliding around her and holding her close as for the first time in over a year Jinx finally slept peacefully. She’d done it. She’d saved her father and brought him back.

Of course he needed to be able to defend himself so she gave him talons like Sevika had, and a small version of her minigun on the other arm powered by a hextech crystal that shot splinters of stone. In his mouth she pulled out his teeth and replaced them with a sharks maw before finally clothing him so he wasn’t naked and cold. With Silco finally up and walking of course they had to go out into Zaun, and of course they had to go to Silco’s favorite coffee place.

One person had screamed seeing the construct which she’d incidentally given another foot and a half of height to making him seven and a half foot tall, and after asking why they were screaming only to have Silco insulted Jinx shot them. “Don’t be rude to Silco.” After that no one found it worth while to complain, and simply let the loose canon and her strange companion go about their business. Eventually Jinx got Silco his coffee, and opening a dead mouth the construct poured it down it’s throat only for the coffee to trickle downwards and into it’s boots giving it a faint squish sound as it walked. She didn’t care.

Silco was with her again.

He was alive.

And she was perfect. He’d said so.

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