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Hey..... So how is everyone after arcane s2 act 3?. Bad? Well so am i!
So back to my au i go!!
*viktor holding a buque of roses with a card sticking out of it, the card writes for my love~*
Viktor: jayce? What is this.
Jayce: Uh...! That's form powder!
Viktor, yealing to powder from across the room: powder do you love me?
Powder, yealing back: depends...!
Viktor, staring into jayces soul: ...
Jayce: ... They didn't have any that said to my lab partner..
Something i thought of at late at night for my stupid au, jinx has job au? Pilltower jinx au? Idk what to call this au. So yall can decide!
But anyway! Back to the shitpost!
Jayce: so powder, how did you even learn about hextex? No offense but i don't think you had this kind of stuff in zaun...
Powder: oh me and my sister and our friends just rob some guy and he had these excact crystal but more unstable, yk!
Jayce: you what-?!
And this is how jayce found out his stuff got stolen by his intern and which also caused a chain reaction to him meeting viktor. And now he doesn't know wether to mad at powder for stealling from him or be happy because of the robery he could meet his wonderfull boyfriend, partner
I can also see it as a Reverse AU from season one, as Jinx did her best to get rid of Powder, a part of herself that because of her guilt just held her back and hurt her, both in her and Silco's eyes.
It would be interesting to see Jinx slowly building up into Powder, Powder looking at Jinx as a monster, having the same relationship with one another, hating each other, not wanting to accept the small part of the other that lives in each other.
If it's the Jinx at the end of season 1 and start of season 2 I can totally see a scene where both girls fight for control, which turns into Jinx lashing out of everyone around while Powder cries, only for both of them to stop at Silco's voice, he wasn't even talking to her, just asking what was going on, but it's enough to let Jinx let go so Powder can be comforted by the others. Powder would be so confused as, why Silco? Why not stop at Ekko (her boyfriend), Mylo/Claggor (her brothers) or Vander (her dad)?
If Jinx jumps towards Silco, tackling him and hugging him, then she won.
If she breaks the cycle, Powder won.
(Also, Monkey vs Bunny as a theme would be going hard for these two.)
Were they ever really that different?
Thinking about how the arcane artists and designers made sure isha had big eyes to make us see her more innocent and childlike (and make her death hurt even more.) They do this with the other children in the main cast, but with Isha they make sure to push it further, her eyes were bigger, full of wonder joy and innocence, just to make her have a stronger impact as a character
They do this same thing to powder to an extent, they don’t push it as far with her character but they do it, this plays in to how jinx and powder’s character models change, one of the main differences is her eyes because eyes are so key when it comes to character design and shape language and how we perceive each character
Character design save me save me character design…
Shimmer-Filled Dreams
➼ Sorry that this took forever! I got busy and lost motivation, I can’t promise a consistent posting schedule. Truly I’ll write then when I feel I inspired to. When I was trying to force myself to write it all came out terribly
➼ This is more a pilot chapter for the series, establishing some background context that will be important later on
➼ Tbh I might change the title since I’m bad at naming things. But with all that said, enjoy!
His dream of going to the Academy to be something more dashed in a mere few moments. He had been 19, his parents scraping up enough money to buy a used Academy uniform. Viktor had never been happier, had never hugged his parents tighter. His dreams were going to be realized! That entire morning was spent obssessing over getting all the wrinkles out of the clothing, making sure his hair was presentable, and fixing up his sorry excuse for a cane. He was going to sneak into the Academy, and by the time they even realized he was going to be doing so well there that they wouldn't be able to kick him out. It was genuis and it was going to work. It had to.
He made it to Piltover, strolled in through the Academy doors...only to have everyone look at him. An enforcer just a few feet in front of him, their cold, uncaring eyes trained on him. "Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” their voice rang out. His heart dropped to his shoes. How could they have known? So soon? He looked the part. There were so many people here, how was he picked apart from the crowd? It didn’t make any sense. From behind the enforcer he could see someone. Professor Heimerdinger. Yes! Okay, all wasn’t lost. The professor would see this and step in, surely he would. Silently he pleaded with him, his voice caught in his throat. The professor looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Now all he has to do was speak up. So close! Instead his gaze was then cast to the floor, walking off to wherever his original destination was. He didn’t help. He didn’t say anything. Viktor was snapped out of it by the enforcer grabbing his arm, starting to tug him outside. There was no use fighting it. He walked along with the enforcer, being pulled a bit to try and keep up despite doing his best with his cane and his leg. He was only let go once they were over the bridge that separated Piltover and the Undercity, not given a second glance as they walked back to their original post.
Viktor wasn’t one to cry, he simply stood there, unable to believe what had just happened. How could he go back home? His parents sacrificed so much for him to get this opportunity. Without even getting to open his mouth in the Academy he had failed them. No, he couldn’t go back home. The disappointment on their faces alone would be enough to slaughter him where he stood. He was on his own now, he’d figure it out. He always did. With some difficulty he made himself start walking. Where? He wasn’t sure. But moving forward seemed a lot better than standing right beside the bridge like an idiot. His eyes were cast down at the ground before him as he moved, until he spied a familiar pair of shoes. Looking up he saw Singed, how long he had been standing there he didn’t know. They hadn’t spoke much since he was younger, since he found out what he was doing to Rio. He ran and never looked back. But he’d spy Singed here and there whenever he was walking around, picking up materials and whatnot. Sometimes they’d have a short conversation, but he never came back to help him with his work. He couldn’t. All he could see was Rio’s face whenever he passed the general area of his lab. Or house really. A combination of the two.
“An Academy uniform,” he observed “did you get in like you had always wanted?” When they had been working together, even from a young age, Viktor would always talk about wanting to go to the Academy. Seems he never lost that dream. Or perhaps he just had. “I..I tried. They found out I wasn’t supposed to be there as soon as I walked in and they escorted me out of Piltover.” His face was hard to read, as usual. But he gave a slow, solemn nod. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that. I remember how much you wanted to go. And after everything your parents told anyone who would listen.” That caught his attention. His eyes widening slightly, a slight mix of horror and disbelief written on his face. “What have they been saying?” Singed knew he had his attention now. Perfect. “How they were so proud of you for seizing your dreams. That they couldn’t wait to see what success you’ll grow into. That they always knew you would amount to something greater than they could ever imagine. But you getting kicked out? Oh..it would break their hearts. It really seems like they’re depending on you, Viktor.”
If his heart was in his shoes before, it was in hell now. This confirmed it. He couldn’t go back. Sure he had always known his parents expected good things from him, but the gravity of it all was finally hitting him now that it was all crashing down around him in a fiery blaze. “I can’t go back home.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking to Singed or to himself. Maybe he wasn’t talking to anyone. But Singed was listening. “Do you have a place to stay?” He asked, already knowing the answer before Viktor slowly shook his head. He gestured towards the Undercity. “Come with me. I have someone I’d like you to meet. He may be able to help with your situation. Give you a place to stay and a purpose. That’s what he did for me.” A bit of an exaggeration there, but if it works it works. Viktor slowly followed after him to the old cannery, wondering who this man could be. Singed worked for him? He didn’t think that he’d work for anyone other than himself. He didn’t seem the type to like taking orders. Then again, people did what they had to do to survive. Anything to keep food on the table. He was lead down a long hallway to an elevator, stepping on before it began its decent. Down, down, down. It was dark for a while. Then suddenly there were windows..into the water. Various fish passed by in blurs, he wasn’t sure how deep down they were at this point.
When the elevator finally stopped and Viktor stepped out, he saw a lab. Pretty fitting for Singed. His eyes were immediately drawn to a purple liquid filling multiple test tubes. Shimmer. Rio. He wasn’t surprised that this was what he was hired to do. Or perhaps he was ‘working’ for this mystery man against his will. That was a common occurrence here. Other than the lab equipment, the place seemed barren. “You know if you wanted to kill me, there were closer locations for that.” He said flatly. This had to be some sort of set up, an unnecessary one if that truly was his goal. He wasn’t exactly a hard target to kill. Either way Viktor’s free hand rested on his hip, on the handle of the knife he had hidden in his waistband. Yes, he had been going to Piltover, somewhere with a low crime rate. But old habits die hard.
“You’re more useful to me alive.” A voice rang out from ahead. As if that was any reassurance. His eyes looked towards the source of the voice, a chair he hadn’t taken note of before spinning around. Revealing the man he must have been meeting. Two mismatched eyes met his own, one blue and the other black and yellow. Scarring covering the clearly damaged eye, but it didn’t seem..real. His skin was too even for that to be real. He was hiding behind makeup to cover up whatever scar caused the damage to his eye. “And who are you? A James Bond villain?” His hand tightened around the handle. If he was going down, it wouldn’t be without a fight. “Your new boss, Viktor.” He leaned forward in his chair slightly. “I’ve had the doctor here tell me a great deal about his former pupil. How he saw potential in him. And now I’m here to offer him a job and a place to stay.” Talk about too good to be true. Viktor eyed the man and Singed, who simply nodded. “I could use another mind to help me with perfecting shimmer. You’ve already seen how it’s made. You’ve helped me before, Viktor. Think about what we could do with something as potent as shimmer.”
It wasn’t a good option. Fuck, it was hardly an option. This seemed more like cornering a scared animal in an alleyway. “What’s your name?” He finally asked, hand falling from his blade and back down to his side. What other choice did he have? It was this or the streets. “Silco. Now, you have work to do.”
About five years had passed. The shimmer was finally ready, the side effects stabilizing. Viktor had a small room in the underground laboratory that he seldom rested in, too focused on his work in making shimmer usable. There was potential there, if used right shimmer could save. That was what he was focusing on, the healing elements. This could improve lives, truly. But he knew it could also take them. That was clear enough with the trails Singed put whatever animal he grabbed off the street through. Mainly rats. They just shouldn’t have gone for the cheese in that obvious cage. He didn’t take part of this trials, administering or watching. Viktor’s roll was to simply read the observations and adjust the formula for the next batch of shimmer based on that. Maybe the shimmer would have been done sooner if he oversaw the trials, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. With each animal he put in that glass cage he could only see Rio. It made him feel small all over again, a feeling he hated.
Almost as much as he hated feeling the ground underneath him shake and see blue smoke blow up in the sky. He had run out to the lanes to pick up a few odds and ends he needed for his work. Seems he made the right choice. The cannery was going up in flames. Panic surged in his chest, with each blink his world altering. One moment it was the cannery. The next, a small house that had been turned to ash. Blink. Blink. Blink. He clutched his cane tighter and hurried towards the fiery mess. All his notes. His work. Gone up in flames. Save for the journal he was carrying in his worn-to-hell messenger bag. As he was doing his best to race towards the burning building he saw figures walking towards him calmly. Or, well, mostly calm. Save for a little girl with blue hair in Silco’s arms, clutching onto him like a lifeline. A goon whose name he couldn’t be bothered to remember holding an unconscious Sevika.
“What the hell happened!?” He nearly shouted, utterly confused and honestly angry that any of this was even happening. Silco didn’t bother with an explanation, walking past him and in the direction of the Lanes. “I’ve seen your tinkering. Sevika will need a prosthetic arm. You will work on that while Singed starts up shimmer production.” He was left little choice but to follow after Silco, the little girl watching him with caution and fear in her eyes. “My lab was just blown up-!”
“My lab, remember?” Silco cut in with a glare out of his good eye. “We will rebuild. I already have the perfect place in mind. And while I work on our new nation of Zaun, you are to help watch over Powder.” That made the girl, Powder, seem to ease up a little. Silco trusted him. He had to be at least alright. Even if Viktor looked like he was just ordered to cut off his own foot and eat it. “I am a scientist, I am not a babysitter. Do I look like the sort of person who knows how to handle children?” Powder shrunk back in Silco’s arms. Seems she was wrong. “Well you’re going to learn, aren’t you? She has a brilliant mind, you two will get along just fine.”
This what, eleven year old? Who was currently shaking like a leaf? He didn’t believe it. Powder pointed towards the burning building, “it..it was an accident..”
She made that happen? Sure explosions weren’t that hard to make. But one of that magnitude? And on accident? She had to have some sort of head on her shoulders to accomplish that. Perhaps babysitting wouldn’t be as tedious as he first thought. “Uhm..well..do you like boats?” He asked, trying to find some sort of topic for a kid. Powder seemed to smile a little. “I prefer sharks. Those best boats.”
“Well we’ll just have to see, won’t we? When I get the materials, you build a shark, I’ll build a boat, and we’ll battle them.” That broke her out into a full blown smile despite the tear marks on her cheeks. “You’re on!”
➼ This is more just a little clarifying note since I am paranoid. I’m not shipping Jinx and Viktor in this series. They will be written as basically adoptive siblings. The main romance pairing here is JayVik with possibly some other minor ships in the background. I don’t think anything I wrote would give off the vibe that I was trying to ship Jinx and Viktor, but just in case. I hope you guys liked this! I hope to write more soon <3
the whole squad got blue hair and pronouns
HIII!!!
I'm back!
I took a long break for my mental health because it wasn't doing the best. But im doing much better now, and I'm ready to start writing again. For those who sent unanswered requests, I am now writing them so don't worry they're not lost.
Good news nowww tho
I'm now writing for ARCANEEE!! so if anyone has any requests or is interested in that please let me know and I'll get writing.
Thank you for your patience and I love you all!! Stay safe💙
Jinx and Powder
My Thoughts Watching Arcane S1!
I know from edits and stuff that powder becomes a villain but I really hope the siblings have their sibling relationship.
BAMF Vi, death flags have flown, powder being so proud of herself is painful and I hate misunderstanding tropes.
Jayce has no business bagging these baddies. I'm jealous.
This show is so gay omg I'm being fed
I have come to the conclusion Jayce is also a Baddie™.
I was expecting Mel to be kinda evil, seeing her be the voice of reason against senseless violence threw me off a bit.
The fight scene with Ekko and Jinx goes so hard!
The fight with Vi and Jayce goes insanely hard!!! I need this to be a video game but not League of Legends.
I kinda love that Silco isn't just a one dimensional villain and that he did love Jinx.
I fear I was wrong and Jinx may need to die for the sake of some semblance of peace :/ I'm all for the idea of choosing family over the world but holy shit the parallel of everything almost working put until Jinx intervenes hits
My girl Mel better not be dead :((
Will add as I watch S2!
rip jinx you would've loved angelspit and early bmth
the amount of times I got reminded of spiderverse while watching arcane is insane actually, my absolute two favorite things
like,
1. glitching
2. heimerdinger sending ekko home // spider-byte sending miles home (through portals)
3. gwen prom scene // powder entering party
4. gwen and miles // ekko and powder
5. spot (black hole version) // wild runes (big hexcore)
6. animation style obviously
7. both ekko and miles are artists, and they both paint on the walls
so far these are at the top of my mind, feel free to add more
The definition of “Maybe in another universe”
Do you think we are together in every universe?
No…… no, just the one.
FUCK. CAN YOU PEOPLE STOP NOTICING THINGS.
SHE'S WEARING VI'S NECKLACE I'M NOT OKAY
The new Powder died exactly as the old one did… trying to help her family.
WHAT IF I JUST KILL MYSELF
Can you please draw Powder from an alternate reality?
Here she is 🫶🏼
Finally checking off another of the requests even though this one is one of the newer ones 😬 right after tyzula week is over I'm doing more again!
One of the most beautiful and heartbreaking edits I've ever seen
Oh! OH?!? I have 200 followers?!? How ?!? Where did y’all come from?!?
but fr thank all of you guys! And sorry I have been rebloging so much I am just tired
but more art is to come I am sure
A bunch of art for y’all i dont know if i have posted it all yet
Ok
black brother's variants
plusss
jegulus
Hear ye hear ye... zaun Viktor!
I saw this post by @misforvendetta , which inspired me to work on something I already had in mind. This of course is a personal interpretation, I like every zaun Viktor designs I come across. This was so fun to draw, I might do more in the future.
The general concept is that he works at Benzo's shop and finds Jayce there, who is trying to buy cheaper products for his research. Hence why his crutch and brace stay the same, Jayce still builds them for him. I am well aware he used a cane when Powder was still a child, I just added her later bc I thought it was cute (she deserves a cool uncle she can make inventions with) and didn't have enough energy to fix the whole thing, my hand was hurting like a bitch.
Here are two close ups:
vi and jinx are just black brother variants thank you for coming to my tet talk
Yooooooo i was using my “actually able to draw” period last night till 2 am to get this drawing and I actually love it so much. I have been meaning to draw this scene of powder not ages because I loved how pretty it was and finally I did it.
There is this one thought that's always on my mind 24/7 and I was wondering if it's possible if you can write about Powder and Mylo getting along because all I ever see is angst surrounding me, and I just want them to be happy even if it's only for a little bit..T-T
OMG YES! The saddest thing I've seen is the fact that, if everyone had made it out and all of Vander's youngin's made it to adulthood, Powder and Mylo could have maybe made amends and the thought just KILLS ME. So here, enjoy this fluffy little story.
Crying Over Spilt Milk
The whole situation started with nobody else being home that evening. Vander was out checking on a situation with the Enforcers, and Vi and Claggor had gone out on a job, with Powder having been sent to the market to collect some groceries. But Mylo?
Mylo was stuck at home. Grounded.
It was a long story involving a graffiti incident with a couple other kids in the Lanes, and Mylo having actually been lucky enough to land a punch on the Enforcer that caught them. Only to then have to be escorted from the station by Vander, long lecture about respect ensuing. But now he was stuck at home, alone, forced to do dishes and clean as his punishment. So unfair!
Then Powder strolled in. Her cheeks were stained with tears as she carried the groceries in her arms and not the bag she had been sent with, which struck Mylo as odd. Her hiccuped sobs filled the space as she stumbled through the door and took heavy, laboured steps down the stairs towards the kitchenette. But Mylo paid her no mind. After all, comforting her was Vi or Vander's job, not his. So he kept his head down, only sending her small, hidden sideways glances.
Only to make sure she was putting the food away correctly, it wasn't like he was worried or anything.
But then she dropped a bottle of milk. Thankfully it wasn't a hard enough fall to break the glass, it just made a loud noise as it clattered onto the stone. But it was enough for the small girl to stop for just a moment, and then proceed to let out an ear-piercing wail as she crumpled], face shoved into the floor as she hollered and cried her little blue eyes out.
"Oh my gods, what the hell is your problem?" Mylo finally snapped, spinning around to stare wide-eyed at the little girl.
"I-" She spoke between loud sobs, "I dropped it!"
"Yeah no shit, Sherlock!" He continued to yell, with little regard for his bad language around the barely-6-year-old. "That's what happens when you use your puny little arms instead of a bag! Didn't Vi send you with one?"
Another huge wave of wailing, so loud that Mylo was starting to worry people outside on the street would hear. Beginning to panic, Mylo quickly walked over to the fallen bottle and picked it up, placing it on the counter (and having to step over his adopted sister to do so). "Geez, there! All better! Now can you please shut up before someone thinks I'm murdering you or something?"
But Powder continued as if she hadn't heard anything. "They-they broke the bag!"
This, admittedly, caught Mylo off guard. "Uh-what?"
"They broke the bag!" She repeated, stronger this time. "When they smashed Cecilia and Pickles, they took the bag and ripped it! So I had to use my arms to carry everything all the way back, and I couldn't even save them!"
"..and Cecilia and Pickles are..?"
"My bombs!"
Mylo actually had to take a step back from Powder, her screaming directly at him with a line of snot dripping thickly from her nose. "Geez, right, okay. Uhhh...who did this exactly?"
Powder sniffled. "I-I don't know...they didn't look familiar. Big kids, I guess, around the market."
"And they just, what? Came up and broke your shit?"
"Yeah! I-I guess!" She sniffled again, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "I didn't do anything, I promise!"
Most of the times that she said that phrase, like after a mission she'd botched for them, Mylo would have rolled his eyes and scoffed in her face. But this time? Seeing her all torn up and melting down on the floor over all of this? A pang of sympathy actually hit his heart. He knew kids could be mean to skinny lil tykes like her, hell he was a perfect example of that. But it was different when it was him as opposed to someone else who she didn't know.
Slowly, the young boy lowered himself onto the ground beside her, leaning against the counter as he thought of what to say.
"Are...you okay?" He asked, and cringed at himself at how awkwardly it came out. "Like, did they hurt you at all?"
Her bottom lip quivered as Powder shook her head 'no'.
"Good, that's...something at least." He nodded. Then, after a long moment of relative silence, Mylo extended his hand and gently patted Powder's shoulder. She didn't lean into the touch, but she also didn't shy away from it, just turning to stare at Mylo with an inquisitive look. "I-" Mylo cleared his throat, "I'll kick your ass if you tell anyone I said this, but...I'm sorry that that happened to you. People are dicks, and you didn't deserve that. And...if you need me to walk you to the market a couple times after this, like, if you don't feel safe by yourself or whatever...just lemme know, k?"
To Mylo's surprise, Powder's response was to slowly lean her body into his, curling herself to lay her head onto his shoulder. It wasn't comfortable, but it brought her a semblance of peace.
"Thanks, Mylo." She whispered into his shirt, the leftover tracks of old tears soaking into the fabric. But he didn't push her away, instead wrapping an arm to lay his hand awkwardly on the top of her blue-covered head.
"Don't mention it, brat."
I GET SO UPSET WHENEVER THEY DONT ADD THEM!! Like please, they are also part of the family T-T
People talk and draw Vander and Silco co parenting powder and vi but leave out claggor and mylo. Cowards. 🤬🤬
