#do NOT tag jinx and silco or any other such things as ship
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To the Depths - Part Five - NSFW
(Pirate!Silco x F!Reader)
The Pirate's Waltz
AO3 - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3.1 - Part 3.2 - Part 4
Rating: Explicit/MDNI
Chapter Summary: You struggle with the terms of your punishment even as you begin to win over the crew. For a moment, all is well even though you are technically a prisoner. Will the sea allow a moment of peace?
Chapter Tags/Warnings: def a little nsfw but not nearly as much as other parts, nothing that hasn't been in past parts.
Not beta'd bc I was too impatient to get the update posted lol
*edited on 8/5 to fix mistakes that would have been caught with beta reading. There is a lesson here...*
You flee the cabin immediately without another word. Your entire body hums, rages, cries, and begs for release and you know you will not find it in that room. Something stings and burns in your chest, wrapping around your heart and squeezing tight. You’re reminded of Silco’s sea serpent tattoo but immediately shake the thought away. His body is the last thing you want to think about right now.
Especially since the ache between your legs only grows with each step. You briefly entertain the idea of finding a dark, shadowy corner of the ship to bring the relief denied you, but that thought flies out of your mind the moment you see the crew standing idle on the deck, their faces all turned toward the short stairwell you’ve just climbed. You freeze on the last step.
Before Silco dragged you back down to the cabin, you’d passionately declared for all to hear that you were the reason they had to spend the night fighting a violent storm and why thick pools of drying blood now stain the deck.
No doubt you’ve made an enemy of yourself to every single person staring at you now.
You could return to the cabin but the thought of being enclosed with Silco is unbearable. You are caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. Almost literally.
Luckily, you aren’t trapped in your frozen state for long. Jinx darts into your field of vision, her eyes wide and frantic.
“You look awful ,” she says, cupping your face in her dainty hands. The coolness of her skin alerts you to just how scorching your face is. No doubt flushed, too. “I hope he wasn’t too harsh with you.”
Harsh certainly isn’t the word you’d choose to describe what just happened in his cabin.
“I received the punishment I deserved for my error,” You say, hoping to avoid bringing up any particulars of that punishment, not when your ass still stung in the shape of his hand. Before Jinx can ask another question, you make your way across the deck to the poor crewmate you tricked.
“I owe you an apology.” You speak to him with the same grace and dignity you would reserve for a noble. “Tricking you wasn’t just wrong, it was cruel. If I thought for even one minute that things would turn out the way they did, I never would have done it but that does not make it acceptable.”
You bow your head and sink into a half-curtsy.
“Please, accept my sincerest apologies.”
The walleyed crewmember says nothing at first. Your cheeks grow red from embarrassment as you try to figure out what you ought to do next. He saves you from your discomfort when he lets out a loud, cawing laugh.
“All those fancy words for me, miss?” He guffaws. “In all me days I never thought a lady would speak so pretty to me.” He throws an arm around you in a friendly, but rough, manner and you straighten up to avoid falling over altogether.
“So, am I forgiven?”
“Ya ran a bad scheme and it bit us all in the ass. We’ve all done it,” he assures her. “But it’s nice to know you aren’t too high and mighty to take the consequences.”
Relief floods you as the other crewmates circle around. They give you approving nods, though you won’t go as far as to say they look upon you with trust or friendliness.
“Surely, the Captain requested more than just an apology,” Sevika says with a suspicious glint in her eyes.
“The apology was my own doing,” you say as you approach her. “His punishment dictates that I am to report to you. I am to clean the deck.”
Her eyebrows twitch as the corners of her mouth quiver like she’s trying not to laugh.
“I wouldn’t trust someone so soft-handed with the care of my deck but if the Captain insists…”
She trails off as she walks away. You realize you are meant to follow and hurry after her. She doesn’t offer anything by way of instruction. She tosses a bucket and a thick bristled brush towards you, which you fail to catch. The items clatter onto the floor. Your cheeks burn when you hear chuckles behind you.
“Get to it,” Sevika grunts.
You look at the empty bucket, noticing that it’s…well, empty.
“Where would I find water?” As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you realize your mistake. Everyone who heard begins to laugh.
“I think you can figure that one out on your own, princess,” Sevika smirks before heading below deck.
Jinx appears at your side, silent as a ghost but with the energy of a toddler who has had nothing but sweets all day.
“I rigged up a pulley system so you can fill your bucket. I’ll show you.”
She loops her arm through yours and pulls you across the deck. You fill your bucket with saltwater and approach one of the more gruesome remnants of the morning’s violence. Your stomach heaves as you spot something that might very well be a skull fragment.
Determined not to look foolish or weak, you get on your knees and scrub. You work diligently and without complaint, even when your arms start to ache and the wood remains stained despite your efforts.
It isn’t the approval of the crew you want, exactly. But you are going to be trapped on this ship for two weeks. While you aren’t looking to make friends with your captors, you also don’t want to find your throat slit in a moment of anger.
“How long are you going to keep doing that?” Jinx materializes by your side. Her braids fall into the puddle you’ve created with your scrubbing efforts. She doesn't seem to mind that she might be getting blood in her long hair.
“Is this a trick question?”
“No.”
You lift your head to find wide blue eyes staring at you with curiosity.
“I will keep doing this until the deck is clean.”
She barks out a laugh. “You’re never going to remove all the gross stuff with just water. Didn’t you know that?”
“I don’t often find myself in positions where I am scrubbing up gross stuff ,” you reply. “What else am I supposed to use?”
“Did Sevika not tell you?” Her brows knit together in a mix of concern and confusion.
“Tell me what?”
Jinx studies you for a moment longer before giggling. “Oh, I get it. Sevika’s having a go at you. Don’t worry. Everyone knows you’ll work without kicking up a fuss. I’ll be right back.”
She bounds off, leaving you confused. You take a moment to give your aching arms a break. You are aware of eyes on you, though the crewmates scattered around the deck do a decent job of not staring at you directly. You know this is some kind of test, one you’re determined to pass with flying colors even if the reward is earning the respect of pirates.
Jinx returns with a small tin.
“Watch this.” With a grin, she opens the tin to reveal vibrant purple powder. She sprinkles a little over the blood-soaked wood. “Pour a little water on that.”
You do as she instructs. With wide eyes, you watch the water hiss and bubble. It takes on a pale purple hue as it spreads. It eats away at the blood but leaves the wood unblemished.
“More water,” Jinx instructs. You comply. The bubbles wash away leaving behind smooth, clean wood.
“What is that?” You ask, eyeing the purple power.
“We’re still working on a name. I have several ideas but they always get shot down,” she says as she replaces the lid and tucks the tin into one of her many pockets.
“We?”
“The ship’s doctor. He likes to experiment.”
“This is the same doctor you got that strange drink from before, when I was first brought aboard?” You press.
“Yup!” Jinx beams.
“Well, the Captain tore that drink from my hands and threw it overboard before giving me water. What was wrong with it?”
You shudder at the thought of drinking a substance that is capable of dissolving blood and chunks of brain matter being served to you in a cup.
“Nothing!” Jinx raises her hands, palms facing you. “Sometimes it has side effects, but usually it’s completely safe.”
“Usually?” You arch a brow.
“Sometimes it makes your veins swell and glow and you can occasionally develop abnormal growths on your body,” she explains. “But that’s only if the batch is made wrong or you take way too much.”
“None of the words coming from your mouth are bringing me comfort.”
“It’s science! It’s all about trial and error,” she shrugs. “If I thought it would hurt you I wouldn’t have given it to you.”
Despite everything, you believe her. You haven’t seen a hint of malice in her since you were brought aboard.
“But you still haven’t told me what it is,” you press.
“It’s…a tool,” she says with thoughtful consideration. “Depending on how we process it, it can do a lot of things. It can be medicine and poison at the same time. It can clean wood with gentle precision but also dissolve bone. A tricky thing, it is. Truly fascinating.”
“Interesting,” you murmur as your mind wanders to a person who possesses that same versatility. Another tricky thing.
You see Silco’s face in your mind’s eye but quickly shake his image away. You don’t want to think about the Captain right now. You’re still cross from the way he teased you and denied you. You’re even more cross knowing how much you would have begged for your pleasure had he not chosen to punish you the way he did. “Thank you for the help. Can I have some of that powder to help me clean?”
Jinx almost seems like she’s going to agree but she holds back. “I’ll just stay with you. We can talk and I’ll sprinkle a little whenever you need it.”
“That works for me.” You offer her a warm smile, a genuine one. She smiles back and settles between two crates to keep you company as you clean.
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Though you finish cleaning the blood and gore from the deck the very day they were spilled, Sevika isn’t shy about giving you extra tasks. She never gives you anything too difficult though you know it’s not out of consideration for you, but for the ship.
You’ve scrubbed the deck twice a day for three days. When you aren’t scrubbing, you put your sewing skills to use mending sails. The thick material is hard to work with and the needles are little more than scraps of half-rusted metal but you make do.
With the help of quick hands, fast learning, and the strange purple powder Jinx offers you soon have far too much idle time on your hands.
You aren’t particularly fond of aimlessly pacing the deck. The Captain’s cabin is always open to you, but you spend as little time there as you can manage.
Despite Captain Silco’s demanding schedule, he always manages to be in the cabin whenever you are. The room is small enough as it is, but when you are in there together, the very air seems to struggle for space. You don’t speak to him. You don’t look at him unless you can help it. Yet, he never misses a chance to brush close to you. You feel his eyes on you, always. Even when you sleep.
Sharing his bed is a necessity but you keep your limbs tucked close to you and your body curled toward the cabin wall. He never touches you, which brings both relief and unimaginable frustration.
On the third night, you lay wide awake. Your entire body hums with pressure from the release that was denied days ago. The longing never went away but tonight it’s nearly unbearable.
You listen in the dark. Silco sleeps beside you. His breathing is deep and even. Though there is a soft glow from the ember of his ruined eye, you know he’s asleep.
Slowly, very slowly, you shift onto your back. You wear only a borrowed shirt to sleep in. Your legs are left bare and your undergarments never recovered from your unexpected dip in the ocean. Tonight, it’s an advantage.
With great care, you slowly lift the long hem of your shirt until you feel the skin of your lower belly. You part your legs only an inch or two before letting your hand slowly wander between your legs beneath the shared blankets.
You listen intently as you move. Silco’s breathing never changes and you keep the rustling of bedsheets to a minimum.
You find it safe to assume that Silco is a heavy sleeper. Between the winds and rocking of the ship, it would be difficult for a finicky sleeper to find peace here. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. As sound as your logic may be, logic is not what drives you at this moment.
The sensation of your fingertips against your skin is enough to make you shiver. You freeze, silently admonishing your lack of self-control before making another attempt. You don’t need much. Just a few light, indulgent touches. Just enough to remove the biting edge of desire that has taken up permanent residence in the back of your mind since Silco bent you over his knee.
The pad of a single fingertip brushes against that sensitive, soaked bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, hard enough to hurt. The pain is necessary if it keeps you from making even the softest of sounds.
You wait for a moment, listening to Silco’s breathing. When you are certain there is no change, you allow another slow drag of your fingertip. Then another. And another. Pleasure spins through your mind and soothes the needy ache you’ve carried in your core for days.
Fragmented images from the night of the storm slip through your mind. The memory of Silco’s soft groan when you rode him so slowly sends another ripple of warmth through your body. You can recall the exact sensation of his tongue as he teased your nipples. You can feel the way he throbbed inside of you when you drove each other to maddening releases.
Yet, somehow, you manage to keep your movements minimal, discrete, and silent. Even as your blood heats up and your heart pounds, you have enough self-control to keep yourself quiet as you relieve your desires.
An intoxicating sense of smugness adds another layer to your pleasure. Though it was memories of Silco that fueled that pleasure, he remains asleep beside you. Completely oblivious.
His ability to consistently underestimate you was truly something-
“What do we have here?” His velvet voice slides through the darkness and wraps around you as his hand finds yours. You’re grateful for the pitch blackness of the cabin so he cannot see the redness of your cheeks. Your mind, still caught in the haze of pleasure from your fingertip, struggles to come up with any sort of explanation.
There is nothing you can say for yourself. You’ve been caught.
His hand, still covering your hand, moves. He presses down on your fingers, forcing you to tease yourself. You push your hips down into the mattress to avoid the pressure of your own touch.
“Oh, now you wish to follow the rules?” He taunts lightly.
You roll so that your back is to him. You tell yourself that you remain silent because you will not sink so low as to dignify his taunts with a response. Yet, deep in your belly where that spring of desire sits tightly coiled, you know that you cannot trust your own tongue right now. If you open your mouth to slice him with scathing words, there is a chance you’ll simply end up begging for pleasure.
Hatred blooms within the blush on your cheeks. How dare he toy with you in such a way? How dare you struggle so much to keep yourself in control around him? What happened that night, within the violence of the storm, was about control more than it was about pleasure.
But now? You have your hand between your legs, sneaking pleasure when you’ve always been able to go without when it suited you.
He’s made you desperate.
You remove your hand from between your legs and tuck both arms against your chest. You clamp your thighs together and pray that the sweet ache between them fades soon.
“If I catch you doing that again, I will not hesitate to bind your hands behind your back.” Silco’s voice comes through the darkness once more before he falls silent. You continue to say nothing.
When the sun rises, you dress as quickly as you can and flee the cabin. Silco sits at his desk and you do not even have to look at him to know there is a smug smile on his mouth. Embarrassment and irritation propel you through your daily tasks in record time. It is not yet midday when you find that you have nothing to do.
The rest of the crew mill about at a comfortable pace. They don’t seem to be in any particular rush. Jinx is nowhere to be found. You assume she’s below decks with the strange doctor you have yet to meet. Disappointment flutters in your chest. As strange as it is, your favorite parts of the past few days were when she would perch near you ask you worked, and ramble on about everything and nothing. She often jumped from topic to topic without rhyme or reason and rarely bothered to make sure you had the proper context to understand anything she said, but you enjoyed listening. She helped you keep your mind busy.
When your mind is not busy, even for the briefest of moments, your thoughts always turn to Silco. More specifically Silcos’s hands. Or his mouth. Or his voice or his cock or his insufferable personality. Without care, it’s so easy for you to lose yourself in a whirlpool of obsessive, never-ending thoughts about that ridiculous, despicable, revolting pirate bastard.
Prickles of pure fury ripple over your skin. With a soft snarl of annoyance, you scan the deck for Sevika. You find her near the bow, watching the calm sea.
“I need something else to do,” you say.
She initially seems as though she does not hear you, but you’ve come to realize that it’s part of the game she plays. She makes you wait before turning slowly and looking at you as though you’re a piece of flotsam.
“Mend the sails,” she says.
“They’re all mended.” Despite their somewhat worn-down appearance, the sails are of remarkable quality. Even after that vicious beast of a storm, little mending was needed.
“And the deck?”
“As spotless as it can be with all of the wood rot.”
“And the spare line?”
“In perfect condition. It may as well be coils of silk.”
“How many pickled eggs are in the barrel?”
“Two-hundred and seventy-three.”
Her thick, dark brows shoot up. “You’re kidding.”
“If you want to double-check, you’re more than welcome but please give me something to do first before I throw myself overboard.”
Several emotions fight for dominance on Sevika’s stern face. You see flashes of surprise, humor, annoyance, and perhaps a little bit of respect though that might have been a trick of the light.
“Arlo is doing one of his big cooking hauls today,” Sevika says. “I’m sure he can use an extra set of hands.”
You had yet to venture below deck to meet the ship’s cook and see the mess deck. Jinx preferred to eat in the open air and had taken it upon herself to bring an extra serving for you at mealtimes.
You find the meal offerings of the Zaun’s Revenge to be, frankly, repulsive. At first, you assumed it was because your palate was used to Piltover’s fresh vegetables, vibrant spices, and choice cuts of meat. But you’d seen the way others look at their meals with disgust and longing and you knew you weren’t alone in your dislike of the cuisine.
Of course, could you truly expect to find something tasty aboard a pirate’s ship?
Sevika does not wait for you to answer. She turns away as though you are not there and focuses her gaze on the sea once more. You wonder if she’s looking for something or simply pondering. It’s not hard to imagine that those aboard this ship have had difficult lives filled with strife. You have more than most ever will, despite your losses, and you often need to take a moment to deal with the weight of it all by gazing at a soothing view. It clears the mind.
You make your way below deck, passing the crammed tables of the mess deck.
Arlo isn’t difficult to find. The mess deck and the kitchen are one and the same. A heavy-set man covered in a light sheen of sweat frantically tosses…something in a wide pan over a massive flame. The air carries a scent of burnt food and vinegar. Arlo watches the pan as though he believes the contents will jump out and bite him. To be fair, that doesn’t seem impossible.
“Hello?” You call softly, over the violent sizzle of the ill-fated meal.
Arlo looks over his shoulder and sets the pan aside, looking relieved to do so before a stern expression overtakes his somewhat doughy features. You can’t help but notice the red tinge to his watery grey eyes, irritated by the fumes of cooking such a creation.
“No early meals. You should know the rules by now, princess.”
“Oh, no,” you shake your head. “I’m not here to beg for food. Sevika suggested you might need an extra hand. She said you were doing some kind of…food haul?” While you understand what each of those words mean separately, you are unsure of the combined meaning of them in this context.
“Aye?” He sniffs as he brings the corner of his apron up to rub at his eyes. “I like to cook big batches of things all at once and preserve them so it is easy to handle mealtimes. This lot is hard to feed.”
“Preserve them?” You ask. “You have enough salt for such a task?”
“Of a sort,” he says. “The good doctor below decks whipped up a preserving powder that works wonders. It tastes like nothing.”
Arlo jerks his chin towards a bowl sitting on one of the stained, cluttered counters. The bowl is filled with a grainy substance the same vibrant shade of purple as the powder that helped you get blood out of the deck.
“What is it?” You ask, leaning forward just a little.
“Beats me,” Arlo shrugs. “It’s not my place to ask questions, especially not when I’m given something helpful for free.”
“I can understand that,” you nod. “Do you need help with your food haul?”
“I won’t say no. Can you cook?”
You hesitate for a moment. “No. But if you have a recipe I can look at, I can surely figure it out.” You’ve always been a quick learner. And so many people know how to cook so how hard can it truly be? You doubt whatever concoctions Arlo makes take much skill.
“I don’t waste my time with recipes.”
“Then how do you cook?” You ask, unsure if you want to know the answer.
“I do what feels right.”
What feels right often leads to grey foods that are both mushy and crunchy at the same time.
“Did you study somewhere to become a cook?” Your training in polite conversation rears its head before you can stop it. Of course, he didn’t train anywhere. He’s a bloody pirate.
“People are trained to be cooks?” He looks at you with utter confusion.
“They prefer to be called chefs, but yes.”
“Ach,” he waves her off. “I’m no chef and I do not pretend to be. I just do my best to use whatever isn’t rotting or foul to keep the crew fed.”
Well, at least Arlo seems to have some sort of self-awareness.
“Were you not able to gather more ingredients when we stopped at Port Fairna?” You ask. You vividly remember plenty of spice sellers and bakers lining the dirt streets.
“No,” Arlo answers sharply. “I do not mess about with such things.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “You do not manage your own stock?”
“No.” Came another curt reply. The cook avoids your gaze, choosing instead to look at his own hands.
You decide not to push the matter and instead, turn your attention to the shelves of the well-stocked scullery. Unfortunately, your confusion only deepens. The shelves are lined with rich spices from all over the world that look untouched. You spy garlic, onions, potatoes, carrots, and all manner of staple ingredients labeled and stored with heaps of the purple preservative.
“What are all of these?” You ask.
Arlo looks at the shelves you point to but quickly looks away. “Don’t know. Never seen ‘em before. Don’t know how to cook with ‘em so I don’t use them.”
“But it says what they are right on the containers,” you point out. “Surely, you’ve heard of garlic and potatoes even if you’ve never had them. Right?”
Arlo goes quiet for a moment and you briefly wonder if you’ve made some unforgivable error in an innocent question. “Aye. Yes, I’ve heard of them but I did not know we had them.”
“But they’re labeled. Did you not label them yourself?” He controls the kitchen, does he not?
Arlo’s cheeks turn a patchy red color that is not from the fumes or heat. “No, no I didn’t. I…can’t.”
You stare in confusion before shame and embarrassment creep into your gut. “You do not know how to write?”
“Or read.”
Arlo can’t meet your gaze. He seems frozen in place. Though he is nearly the side of the large, tattooed crewmember that once pulled you from the sea, he looks like a small child.
“Oh,” you say softly. It’s clearly a point of tenderness for Arlo. You don’t wish to upset him even more. “Well, then this seems like a perfect arrangement.”
He lifts his head and looks at you with a quizzical expression. “What?”
“I can read but I cannot cook. You can cook but cannot read. It seems like an ideal pairing to me.” You offer him a smile.
For a brief moment, you wonder at your own actions. You’d never go out of your way to be unkind to someone who did not deserve it and you always try to do what’s right, but you know yourself. You have a temper and a spiteful streak that prevent you from ever calling yourself a nice person, though you like to think you are kind in all of the ways that matter.. Arlo is a pirate. Arlo likely knew of the plan to kidnap you and hold you for ransom. Arlo is one of Silco’s men and, therefore, cannot possibly be a good person.
Yet, you find it easy to be nice to him. Natural, even. He doesn’t seem like a scowling, sneering member of a villainous pirate crew determined to put you through hell before returning you to your father and fiance.
He’s just…a person.
So is Jinx.
You are surrounded by people. Just people.
You shake away the thought. Yes, the crew of the Zaun’s Revenge are people but they are people who willingly follow a terrible man capable of terrible things. There are no innocent people aboard this ship and you cannot allow sentimentality and loneliness to cloud that fact.
Still, if a little teamwork can yield some decent food, you’re willing to give it a go.
With Arlo’s approving nod, you push into the scullery and examine what you have to work with. The stock aboard this half-rotted ship rivals your larder back home. You gather up ingredients you know work well together and read the labels to Arlo. His eyes light up with inspiration.
“If I had known we had such things, I would have used them ages ago,” he says with an excited smile.
“No one helped you until now?” You press.
“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not exactly a helpful bunch. We handle our own responsibilities and we don’t gripe to anyone else. No one wants to be seen as a weak link in the chainmail. Weak links don’t last long. Asking for help would mean dumping some of my responsibilities on someone else’s lap. It’s just not done, you see?”
“No, not really,” you answer. “Asking for help is not a weakness.”
“We can agree to disagree on that but let me ask you something.” Arlo took a head of garlic and began peeling and mincing the cloves with speed and precision. “When was the last time you answered a call for help?”
You open your mouth to answer but falter. You cannot remember a time you were last approached by someone in need of help.
“Well, no one has asked me for help in recent memory so I cannot say,” you answer.
“And that automatically means that no one around you needed help?”
“I-” you stammer. “I don’t know.”
“I bet you live in a big, fancy house. Yeah?”
“Yes,” you say, your cheeks coloring with embarrassment as you pass a vial of dried green herbs to Arlo.
“And lots of people get paid to be in that house and make your life easier?”
“Yes,” you repeat.
“And you don’t think those people have struggles that you could probably help with?”
You want to say no. You want to believe that everyone working for your family is happy and content with their job as well as their personal lives but you are not that naive.
Except…perhaps, you are.
“I never thought about it,” you admit.
“And they never asked because that’s not how it’s done. Their burdens are their own. My burdens are my own. It is the way of things.”
You let his words sit heavy on your chest as you rummage through the scullery. You’re almost grateful when you smell the thick stench of rot from ingredients kept too long. You clear out everything that doesn’t look right and shove it into a bin to be disposed of later.
You think of your lady’s maid and realize you know little about her. You do not know if she has siblings, a lover, a best friend, or even if her parents are alive. You have no idea why she applied for a position with your family. As much as you’d like to think your family are good employers, you know it’s foolish to believe her greatest joy in life is tightening your corset and brushing your hair.
“Would this be a tasty addition?” Arlo calls, bringing you out of your thoughts as he holds up a jar of dried peppers. You read the label and wince.
“Are spicy dishes popular among the crew?” You ask. “Just one of those would set your mouth on fire.”
“Better leave it for another day, then,” he shrugs. “I don’t want to overwhelm anyone with too many new flavors.”
Though Arlo never had any training, his instincts as a cook come to life the moment he fully realizes just what he has to take advantage of. Vegetables are minced and sauteed quickly. You find some bone broth tucked away in the scullery. There is no shortage of fishmeat to choose from. You read the labels to Arlo who looks on in wonder.
“I thought this was bass and this was carp,” he says, pointing to two containers of preserved fishmeat. “I never knew that was eel. It all looks so different when it’s sliced up and skinned.”
“Who does the fishing?”
“A few crewmembers have a knack for it. All of Sevika’s gadgets make her the obvious choice for skinning, deboning, and filleting,” Arlo explains. “It’s brought to me all packaged up like this.”
It seems odd to you that the systems around food are so sloppy, especially since Silco seems to thrive on order. Upon further reflection, you realize you haven’t actually seen him eat. He left his plate untouched at the tavern. He let you eat his bread and potatoes. You saw him drink from his tankard but you cannot recall him taking a bite of his food.
Surely, he must eat. Though he is a pirate, he’s displayed a sense of elegance and taste on more than one occasion. You simply cannot see him eating the food prepared by his illiterate cook.
But why does it matter to you? He’s obviously eating enough to keep himself alive. Why would you care what he eats?
You don’t care. And you don’t want to think about him. You have an important task on hand that is, truthfully, quite fun. You’ve come across many of the spices and herbs stored in the scullery during your travels. Smelling them brings pleasant memories. While you do not know how to cook, you know how to describe what things taste like. In the event Arlo knows nothing about an ingredient, you are sometimes able to provide some knowledge. It’s a strange system, but it somehow works.
Arlo keeps your mind busy. He even teaches you how to chop a few things. Your hands are clumsy but you make it work. Within an hour, you are dutifully stirring a massive pot of fish stew. While it’s not something you’d choose for yourself, it’s an improvement on whatever Arlo made before.
“It’s strange to be a cook on a pirate ship in the middle of the ocean and have access to things I never even knew existed growing up,” Arlo says, holding a potato in his hands.
“You never had a potato until joining this crew?” You itch to ask why he joined in the first place but you allow him to reveal information about himself at his own pace.
“Potatoes grow from the earth, yeah?” He asks. You nod. “Which means they need something in order to grow.” He gives you an expectant look. You know you’re being tested again but potatoes are a safer topic than the unknown personal lives of your staff.
“Sunshine, water, and fertilizer, I presume.”
“There is no sunshine where I come from,” Arlo says. “Water can’t be wasted on plants but even if it could, there is no earth. You can’t grow something of the earth if there is no earth for growing.”
“Oh,” you murmur softly. “You’re from the Undercity, then?”
“Almost all of us are,” Arlo says. “I’m surprised you didn’t know that.”
“Well, I haven’t been in a very social mood as of late. Being kidnapped tends to do that.” You offer a small smirk, which Arlo returns.
“Fair enough,” he nods. “You seem like a decent sort for a spoiled heiress.”
“You seem like a decent sort for a pirate who can’t read.”
Arlo barks out a laugh. “Perhaps, your ransom money will buy me a tutor.”
You can’t help but laugh at that as you continue to stir the stew. With a little thrill of accomplishment, you realize that you’ve not only assisted in the preparation of a meal but you’ve done so without thinking of Silco for more than a few moments. He’s hardly entered your mind at all.
Footfalls thump on the wooden stairs leading to the deck. You spot tall, well-kept boots wrapped around slender legs.
It is as if your thoughts - or lack thereof - summoned him like some kind of devilish moth to a flame that would prefer to be left unbothered.
“Ah, there you are,” Silco says as he enters the mess deck. “What on earth are you doing?”
“Working,” you reply, keeping your eyes on the stew.
“I did not assign you to the kitchen.”
“You told me to take orders from Sevika. Sevika sent me here. Arlo and I are getting along brilliantly, aren’t we?” You look over your shoulder at the cook who glances between you and Silco with a look of panicked confusion. Eventually, his gaze stops on Silco.
“I didn’t know you didn’t want her working in the kitchen, Captain,” he says quickly. His voice trembles with nerves and you feel anger flickering to life in your stomach.
“I should warn you, Arlo,” Silco speaks as though the cook said nothing. “Our prisoner does not have a talent for following directions. She can be sneaky and disobedient if she believes she can get away with it.”
Your cheeks burn as you understand exactly what he means.
Before you can stop yourself, you pull the wooden spoon from the stew and chuck it at Silco. He dodges, but barely. His good eye widens in surprise as you search for something else to launch at him. Perhaps a nice sharp butcher’s knife. Instead, you find a whisk. You throw it without hesitation.
“Have you gone mad?” Silco snaps, dodging the second projectile. How can someone with one working eye be so good at dodging and judging distance? Although, you don’t know for certain if the ruined eye still has a vision. Could that be possible?
You let out a frustrated groan as your mind tries to give in to your curiosity about the infuriating pirate before you.
“Oh, I see,” Silco chuckles. “You’re just upset I won’t let you cu-”
He is silenced by a spatula spinning through the air as it hurtles toward him. He dodges once more.
“I have plenty of things to throw at you,” you warn him. “And if I have gone mad, it’s entirely your fault so I will not feel bad if I crack your nose with a rolling pin.”
“I don’t have one of those,” Arlo murmurs softly.
“Temper, temper,” Silco tuts before backing up toward the stairs. “Don’t let her poison me, Arlo. I don’t put it past her to try.”
Arlo gives you a concerned look as Silco vanishes.
“Don’t worry,” you say with a bitter note in your voice. “I won’t poison anyone.”
“It’s not that, though I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “But you just threw things at the Captain. Have you lost your bleeding senses, woman?”
“Most likely.” You find another spoon to stir the stew with and continue on as though Silco did not interrupt your work.
“Just be careful,” Arlo warns. “The Captain is not to be trifled with.”
“Neither am I.”
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The stew is well received, but that’s not a surprise. Even if it still tastes off to you, it’s a massive improvement. The mess deck is packed with crewmembers licking their bowls clean and sniffing out second helpings. You and Arlo made enough stew to last several meals but it is all gone in the span of an hour. Arlo frets about rationing ingredients but his worries are soon put to rest from an overflow of praise. Even Sevika cracks a smile as she sips her broth.
Silco does not eat with the crew, but that doesn’t surprise you. A spiteful part of you is glad that he will miss out on such a delightful meal. It serves him right for being so…so…
Him.
As night falls, the crew settles into a leisurely state.
You get to work scrubbing the dirty dishes, eager to have a task that will keep you out of the Captain’s chambers for as long as possible.
“Ach, leave it to me,” Arlo says. “You’ve done enough.”
“I don’t mind,” you protest, even though dishwashing is not an appealing task after seeing the way the pirates eat. “I should be helping.”
“Come have a drink with us,” comes the deep voice of the tattoo-covered man. After listening to the conversation during mealtimes, you gleaned that his name is Locke.
“Oh, I-” You stammer, surprised by the invitation. A slender crewmember with dark choppy hair moves to Locke’s side. You’re fairly certain they go by Ran.
“Come on,” they urge. “You’ve worked hard enough. And none of us have given you proper credit for taking Walley’s punishment the other day. It took nerve to speak up like that. Most of us wouldn’t have done that.”
You look back at Arlo, who gives a nod of approval. Your gaze returns to Locke and Ran. Though they do not look as intimidating as they did when you first came aboard, you wouldn’t call their demeanors friendly, either but that’s something you’ve come to expect. Everyone on this ship comes from a rough place. It makes sense that even kindness looks abrasive in your eyes.
“Okay,” you nod. A part of your mind begins to scheme. If you can befriend some of the crew, perhaps you can pull off an escape after all. The other part of your mind is simply glad you have a reason to stay out of the Captain’s cabin. Besides, it will surely irritate Silco that his crew is being so welcoming to you. That’s a lovely bonus to this situation.
You follow Locke and Ran to the main deck where quite a few members of the crew including Jinx and Sevika stand around a cluster of torches bound together in a damp barrel. It doesn’t seem like the safest arrangement, but you don’t say as much.
You move to Jinx’s side. She beams when she sees you and throws a playful, but rough, arm over your shoulder.
“It’s about time you started being social,” she says with a glint of mischief in her eyes. You almost want to remind her that you are a prisoner, a captive. Socializing is not a priority. You decide against it. She’s just a kid. She’s happy and she’s aware of the situation. You’ll leave well enough alone.
“Here, princess.” Sevika presses a tin into your hand. You can smell the alcohol even though the tin is nowhere near your face.
“What is it?” You ask.
“The finest vintage imported from uppityland courtesy of Star Crossed Shipping,” Sevika snorts before taking a gulp of her own drink. You try not to bristle at the mention of your father’s company.
“Seriously, what is it?” You whisper to Jinx.
“I don’t know. I only drink coralberry juice,” she shrugs. “Nothing else is sweet enough.”
You’ve never heard of coralberries or their juice. It’s entirely possible that Jinx is making up a random drink for the fun of it. Either way, your cup is filled with something dark and pungent. It is only when you notice that many crewmembers are watching you with curious and expectant looks that you realize they’re waiting for you to drink. They probably expect you to choke and sputter, proving that you’re too soft and fragile compared to them.
You don’t know why the idea bothers you, but it does. You brace yourself and take a drink.
And it is awful.
If you had to guess, you’d say it was some kind of spiced rum but that doesn’t make the burn any easier to bear as you swallow it down. Your eyes water so much that everyone blurs together in a smudgy mess. For a moment, you think you’re going to be sick. Or that your skin is going to melt off. It’s hard to know for sure.
Even when you swallow the liquid down and the feeling passes, your tongue feels numb. Surely, that’s nothing to worry about. Right?
You are rewarded with approving glances but never any outright praise. Not that it matters. Why would you want the praise of a bunch of pirates? Why would you want praise for choking down something that tastes like it was made in a boot?
You shudder as you realize that it likely was made in a boot or something equally foul.
Thankfully, attention moves away from you as everyone settles down to swap stories. Jinx pulls two crates together and urges you to sit on one.
“Every word of these stories is utter shit, but they’re entertaining,” Jinx whispers to you. “I hope Locke tells about the time he caught a deep sea spineshark with nothing more than a stick and some fishing line.”
You listen to the stories and Jinx’s words ring true. It quickly becomes clear that the purpose is not to share experiences, but to outdo each other with fictional feats of glory. Though, when Sevika speaks of punching a ravenous whale right in the eye, you feel as though there is a measure of truth in her words. Especially if that punch was done by her three-pronged attachment.
“I wonder who is going shout liar first,” Jinx murmurs as her eyes scan the faces of those around her.
“What?” You ask.
“Eventually, someone tells a story that’s so impossible, so unbelievable, that someone else calls them a lair. Then they fight over it.”
“Fight? As in, fight ?” You shake your head. How is this considered a fun activity?
“Yup!” Jinx’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “It’s the best part.”
“If you say so,” you shrug and continue to listen.
Sure enough, a skinny sailor with sunken eyes and a permanent scowl tells a tale that is just a little bit too farfetched and it sends Locke over the edge.
“Lair!” Locke booms, spilling some of his drink.
“You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you in the ass,” the other sailor snarls.
“This is going to be a boring fight,” Jinx mumbles. “No one will throw a punch at Locke and Locke is too honorable to punch someone smaller than him.”
Never in a thousand years would you have looked at Locke and thought the word honorable applies to him. But Jinx’s prediction rings true. The two sailors shout and swear at each other for a little while but they do not come to blows.
“At least I am a decent shot,” Locke grumbles as the argument reaches its head.
“My nan is a better shot than you are and she’s fuckin’ blind,” the other man snarls, earning a round of snickers from the rest of the crew.
“Your nan died three years ago, you twat.”
“Yeah! And she can’t see for shit!”
You nearly spit out your tentative sip of likely-rum at that. You try to rein in your laughter when you realize everyone else is doing the opposite, especially Jinx.
“Bring me a rifle,” Locke snaps. “We’ll settle this now.”
“You don’t have any targets to aim for, you buffoon,” Ran quips as they drain their cup.
“That don’t matter,” the skinny sailor says with a dismissive wave. “I’m so drunk I can see just about as well as my nan.”
“Then how are we going to settle our little disagreement?” Locke demands. “By proxy?”
“Sure, I’ll choose a proxy to defend my honor,” the sailor scoffs. His bleary eyes scan his surroundings before his gaze lands on you. “I bet the little heiress can outshoot you.”
Locke rolls his eyes and your cheeks flush red.
“I’ll bet my life’s earning she’s never even held a firearm before,” Locke mutters.
“Yet she can still outshoot you,” the sailor slurs.
Your apprehension melts away as you realize everything is said in good fun. For reasons you are unsure of, you decide to join in.
“I’ve never held a firearm but I’m certain Locke has never danced a waltz,” you say.
Locke levels you with a hard stare, one brow arched. “Who needs waltzing?”
“Who needs to be a good shot in alone in the middle of the ocean?” You point out.
“Good marksmanship is very useful in piracy,” Locke says. “Waltzing is not.”
“Waltzing requires grace, balance, self-awareness, spatial awareness, and the ability to read those around you. You don’t have only your partner to worry about but other pairs around you. Can the same be said for shooting?”
“Yes!” Jinx exclaims. “Well, maybe not the bit about a partner but that’s all true.”
“What a load of shit,” Locke grumbles.
“It’s true,” Sevika chimes in. Her word seems to make all the difference even if she only speaks up for the sake of her own entertainment.
You look at Locke who still seems to be struggling with the idea that a waltz and a rifleman use the same skillset. “I propose a challenge.”
That gets everyone’s attention.
“If I can shoot better than Locke can waltz, I win,” you say.
“Win what?” Locke asks.
“Bragging rights?” You suggest. You don’t want to trade away any chores since you need them in order to avoid being alone with Silco.
“Done,” Locke nods with a smirk. Despite his menacing appearance, he looks almost…giddy. Like he’s happy to take part in something that’s truly ridiculous. “Come take your shot.”
You stand and approach Locke as Ran brings a rifle to him.
“Do you have any idea how to shoot this at all?” Locke asks.
“Nope,” you admit.
“In the spirit of good sportsmanship, I’ll show you just enough to keep you from hurting yourself,” he says.
“How gallant.”
He shows you how to hold the rifle, which is far heavier than you imagined. As per instruction, you keep the barrel pointed toward the open ocean at all times. As you hold it, your arms start to tremble. Locke prepares the rifle for firing and you suspect he’s taking longer than necessary just to see you struggle.
“If there is no target, how can we know whether I’ve made a good shot or not?” You ask.
“Don’t worry. That won’t matter.”
“But my part of the challenge is a test of marksmanship,” you protest only to be met with a chuckle.
“Okay, princess. Go ahead and fire.” Locke gives you a nod and you gently tap your finger against the trigger. Aiming at the endless, empty expanse of the black ocean, you pull the trigger fully. You expect the loud boom but you do not expect to feel the entire rifle revolt against your grip, slamming into your shoulder. You stumble back with a small yelp, much to the enjoyment of the spectators around you.
Locke tosses his head back and laughs, his shoulders shaking.
“What the hell was that?” You stammer. Ran takes the rifle from you, freeing your hands to rub at your shoulder.
“Recoil. To be honest, I expected to you land on your ass,” Locke chuckles.
“You might have given me some warning.”
“Where is the fun in that?” The pirate says.
“Well, once I confirm that my shoulder hasn’t been launched from its socket, I’m going to make you waltz and we’ll see how you do,” You mutter, still testing the soreness in your arm and shoulder. “If you complete the waltz without tripping, you’ll win. Is that fair?” That seems fair to you since Locke expected the rifle’s recoil to send you to the ground.
“Easy enough,” he agrees.
“Good. Stand here.” You direct him to stand in front of you. “Watch my feet.”
With a phantom partner, you demonstrate the basic steps of a waltz before returning to Locke.
“Got it?” You ask.
“Yes,” Locke nods though he does not seem very confident.
“Good. Remember, if you trip, I win.” You place his hands in the correct positions and do the same for yourself. He’s much taller and broader than anyone you’ve ever danced with. Your arms feel suspended in an awkward way that almost makes you laugh.
“I don’t suppose we have any music?”
“Depends. Can one play a waltz on the side of a barrel?” Jinx asks.
“Likely not,” you chuckle. “It’s no matter. I will count out the beat. That won’t be too difficult for you, will it?” You taunt Locke who only nods.
You begin to count, but nothing happens. Locke stands stock still.
“You’re the man. You’re supposed to lead,” you prompt him.
“Right. Naturally,” he grumbles and waits for you to begin your count. When you do, he steps forward instead of backward, trampling your foot. You hold in your laughter as you shake your head.
“I didn’t think you’d stumble on the very first step,” you tease. “Had I known such a game would be so easy to win I would have joined the fun sooner.”
“I’ve never done any of that fancy Piltover dancing before. Let me try again,” Locke mutters. “It’s a stupid dance. It’s not that hard.”
“If you say so,” you shrug before taking up position again. You begin to count once more. To Locke’s credit, he manages two steps before stumbling, earning a round of laughter from the crew.
“What is the meaning of this?” A voice like a burst of cold wind blew over the deck. Silco stood at the top of the stairs leading to his cabin. The laughter amongst the crew faded into nothing. Only Jinx looked unaffected by the Captain’s sudden presence.
“A friendly challenge,” you explain. “Nothing more.”
“I can see that,” Silco says as he steps closer to the cluster of burning torches. The firelight casts his face in harsh shadows that make him look even more inhuman than he already does. “But I cannot allow the crew of the Zaun’s Revenge to look incompetent. Locke, step aside.”
“Aye, Captain.” The confusion is clear in his voice as he stumbles back. You are unable to fully hide your confusion as well, especially when Silco steps before you and takes your hand.
“The honor of the Zaun’s Revenge is at stake. You will not leave this ship under the misbelief that no one here can execute a decent waltz.”
Well, that’s an unexpected development.
“Do what you are able,” you reply with a note of challenge in your voice that does not go unnoticed by your new partner. You bring your hand to rest on his shoulder as you prepare to dance.
“One more thing,” he says before looking to his crew. “Walley, do you still have that old fiddle?”
“Aye, Captain.”
“Fetch it.”
The crewmember scurried away and quickly returned with the promised fiddle.
“Play Across a Sea so Clear and Blue, ” Silco orders before looking down at you. “I doubt you know it but it will suffice for a waltz. Surely, you can adapt.”
“Surely,” you bristle.
Walley beings to play his fiddle. Though you do not know the song, the time signature is well-suited for a waltz. You wait for Silco to lead you into the dance, expecting him to miscount or falter but he doesn’t. The pair of you move across the deck as though you’ve done this a hundred times before and plan to do it a hundred times more.
You quickly adjust to each other’s movements and soon he leaves room for you to add flourishes to the simple steps, which you do without hesitation. Your movements are slow and precise. As you dance with him, you cannot help but think of how different this is from the passion you shared during the storm. Silco leads you through the dance expertly, trusting you to be a competent partner. This isn’t a show of dominance or power but a display of grace and unity. Two bodies moving as one to create something elegant and lovely.
The song ends far too soon, as does the dance. You feel breathless even though the dance was not at all physically demanding. You’re speechless even as your body moves you through the motions of curtsying to your partner.
Thankfully, Jinx appears at your side. She’s nearly vibrating with excitement.
“How did you do that? You looked like you were floating!” She says, looking between you and Silco. Her question is a good one.
Where does a pirate learn how to waltz, let alone waltz so well?
“I…” You start only to trail off. “I need a drink.”
You move away from Silco, back to your abandoned cup. You force yourself to take a sip and you are grateful that it goes down easier this time. The alcohol settles in your belly and dulls the unwanted feelings swirling through you.
Jinx joins you soon and within minutes, the crew is back to swapping stories and boasting as though the waltz never happened.
Your gaze wanders to the bow. Though that part of the ship is kept in darkness, Silco’s figure is even darker and you can see him easily.
Curiosity and something deeper that you do not wish to think about tugs at you. You do your best to ignore it for as long as you are able, but it’s like a persistent buzzing fly hovering around your head.
With a resigned sigh, you get up and move toward the bow. No one stops you or questions you.
You reach Silco’s side and stand quietly in the darkness for a moment. You can hear the gentle lap of the water against the ship’s hull and you can see the sparkling array of stars above, but everything else is black.
“If you’ve come to beg for another dance, I’m afraid I will disappoint you,” Silco says, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it, as though he does not wish the stars to overhear him.
“I wasn’t going to,” you say. “But I was going to ask where you learned to dance like that.”
“It does not take much to learn how to waltz,” he says. Though you cannot see his face, save for the glow of his ruined eye, you get the sense that he’s avoiding something.
“It’s not just that,” you say. “You dance like a gentleman. You carry yourself like a gentleman. You speak like a gentleman, for the most part. Yet, you’re…”
“A pirate? A sea hound? A scoundrel? A criminal?”
“You could have stopped at pirate but yes,” you nod, earning a soft chuckle from Silco. “But even still, you’re nothing like the pirates my father has encountered.”
“I’ll admit to that,” he says. “I am not like any other pirate roaming the seas. I have no wish to scavenge from trade ships. If I wished to fight for scraps with a thousand other desperate fools, I would have stayed in the Undercity.”
Silco does not need to see your face to know his words have thrown you.
“Is it more believable that a pirate can carry himself well than it is to believe a gutter rat can do the same?”
“I have not known what to believe for several days now,” you say. “I’d be willing to believe almost anything.”
The chuckle that leaves Silco’s throat is dry and humorless. “The Piltover Naval Academy loves bottomfeeders with a sad story.”
Your eyes widen in the darkness.
Of course, that makes perfect sense. He wasn’t daunted by the storm. He runs his ship with precision and discipline one would not attribute to ordinary pirates. He’s managed to instill a sense of both fear and loyalty in his crew. And those who attend the academy are taught etiquette, dance, deportment, and anything else that can shape them into shining jewels of society.
Your mind snaps back to the day you were kidnapped, before everything went to hell. Captain Vander spoke of the academy briefly. There was a moment when a shadow fell over his features as he spoke of his past. And he knew Silco. As did Quartermaster Benzo.
“Did you know Captain Vander?” You ask softly, unsure if you wish to know the answer or not.
Silence stretches out between you and Silco. Even though you are within arms reach of him, you feel as though you may as well be an ocean away.
“Yes.” His voice is soft yet somehow still harsh. Bitter but sad.
“Were you…close?” you ask, unsure if there is a better way to phrase it. The way Captain Vander looked at Silco aboard The Hound went beyond normal anger. There was history there.
“For a time,” Silco replies.
You’re shocked that he gave you any kind of real answer.
“What happened?” You press, wanting to see how far you can take your questions.
“Professional differences,” Silco mutters. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I think it does.”
Silco turns to look at you as silence falls once more. Though you can barely make out his features, you can see he is fighting some kind of war within himself. You are about to take the high road and apologize for prying, as the rules of polite conversation demand, when the ship suddenly heaves hard to one side.
Unable to right yourself in time, you start to fall. Silco’s arm snakes around your waist as he pulls you to him, allowing you to use his body to steady yourself. Farther down the deck, the crew voices their confusion amongst themselves, unsettled by the sudden jolt.
“What was that?” You ask, turning your gaze to the sky as though you expect another terrible storm to blow in out of nowhere. But the skies are perfectly clear and the wind is calm. The ocean, however, tells a different story. The faint light of the torches reaches the water closest to the ship. Instead of the calm, docile sea, the Zaun’s Revenge glided on only moments ago, the water was as violent as a bubbling cauldron.
“Get back,” Silco urges, guiding you away from the railing.
“What is it?” You repeat.
Silco does not get a chance to answer. In the blink of an eye, the sea erupts. At first, you fear the ship has nudged some kind of explosive. You can think of nothing else that would explain the towering column of water rising just off the starboard bow.
The water crashes back down to the ocean’s surface except that it doesn’t. Water rolls off the form of something huge, something that also looks like water. You blink over and over, trying to make sense of what you are seeing.
You spot two glowing orbs that shine brilliant blue, brighter than any star in the sky. They look like glowing stones that are somehow perfectly round.
Your stomach drops as the crew leaps to action around you and more torches are quickly illuminated. The glowing stones are not stones at all.
They are eyes.
Glowing, unnatural eyes deeply set into a massive head made entirely of living water. The head boasts a long snout. Water vapor floated like smoke from what you believe to be nostrils. Its long, curving neck ripples as the water that made up its body somehow managed to keep its shape. Its serpentine body vanishes into the sea as its proud head takes in the sight of the ship.
Its watery jaw opens revealing long, sharp teeth that look deadly despite also being made of water.
The creature let out a shriek that makes your vision go blurry for a moment. Your mind still grapples with what your eyes attempt to understand but there is one thing you know for certain. You are not safe.
The water monster shrieks once more and dives toward the deck with open jaws.
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SHIPPING INFO: Caitlyn Kiramman.
ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.
Tagged by: @misfits-of-zaun, @misstantabismuses, @independentzaun, @saviourofzaun
Tagging: @hxundsprxdigy, @freedomsbounty, @legendscried, @bioniczaunites, almost everyone has done this already so XD
1. WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?
I won't lie, I absolutely love Caitlyn x Vi (violyn, what a pretty ship name), however, I feel liek saying OTP means I'm exclusive to such things? Caitlyn and Vi are soulmates in my eyes, they will always be meant for each other; however with roleplaying, there is so much more we can go into. And that includes OCs!! So while I love this ship, I am not exclusive to it and that's all I'll write.
2. HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?
Caitlyn is around 25 years old (In her Baroness verse its conditional. could be 25 as well or older as 35/38). I would say the most I go with with caitlyn is perhaps 20 years pushing it. In reading it, I'm not bothered as long as things are tagged, but arcane is filled with very dark themes and its there. Caitlyn in IC setting would not go any further then at most 20 years difference.
3. HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?
For me, I'm not troubled by anything nsfw, whether its sexual, violence, or other topics in that area. So in terms of sexual relationships, I feel like for it to be considered nsfw is when hands start moving. They could be fully clothed, but its still the groping, hands slipping under shirts/pants, even intense make-out sessions I think would all quality for being nsfw.
That being said, nsfw for me is more of a warning to those who write with me. just hey, this is getting spicy and if you don't like it turn away because I typically do write out nsfw scenes including smut. I enjoy the writing of it because its a part of the characters and their developing relationship.
In terms of violence, again, its part of the story, no matter how ugly it is. I would say nsfw in violence if blades/weapons come out, and the writing is visual it would be marked as well.
5. WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?
Alright, the fun part!! So, I haven't been around much to truly establish much, but I have a few ships that I've gotten to play around with!
Naturally, I have Caitlyn and Vi, and what I love about my ships with them is like, with everyone I write with the ships are different. Caitlyn has different connections with different Vis because all writers play them differently! I first started writing with @freedomsbounty and her Vi, and we kind of changed things up where Vi didn't walk away in teh rain in that angst, but actually decided to embrace her feelings and then promised to return. So its definitely a different way.
But then I have my ship with @misstantabismuses which is far more in depth with spreading out the timeline to be longer, rather then working in what looked like 'days' in teh show. So its this first developed partnership/friends, bonding on a level of noticing each other and then in time this whole '...oh shit.... I think I like her what do I do' and exploring this sort of long-term development from work partners to friendship to lovers.
So I of course love exploring with any Vi and I'm open to it (which I hope it would be known that I would never force a ship! I do ship them but I am not going to be like 'your vi has to like caitlyn' sort of thing).
As for other ships, some I'm exploring is with my Baroness Caitlyn, she has a relationship with Jinx as well! Its definitely a unique perspective in the mirror reflection of Piltover Caitlyn being with Vi, but here Zaunite Caitlyn is with Jinx. There's also an exploration between Baroness Caitlyn and Sevika, where Sevika works for Caitlyn in a sort of 'trade off contract with Silco where Sevika is now her body guard. Fun things to play with!
I also am open to other ships not just exclusively romantic. For example, @legendscried Jayce and Caitlyn are absolutely in a found family relationship. They grew up both as misfits, both having heritage from other lands, and just overall connecting with each other and finding comfort in the other. They develop a brotherly/sisterly bond and its a very strong one. I briefly touched based with @astrxae to and the possibility of Caitlyn having a big sister in Irisa which will be fun to explore!! And then oh, Oh the twisted AU with @independentzaun where Caitlyn and Jinx are half sisters! This whole complicated mess with that and the whole "How far will you go to take care of your sister" while also, ALSO dealing with the resentment of teh past and unable to forgive and forget. And then having Vi in it with her head going 'your her half sister, i'm her half sister, but caitlyn and vi aren't related' like the mind fuckery of this whole situation is absolutely hilarious!
But yes, that being said, I'm open to trying so many things and open to exploration of all ships if we plot and play around with it!
6. DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?
Yes. While I am open to shipping, I don't like being thrown things at with no plotting behind it. That being said, I'm very much an open communication channel, I have tumblr DMs as well as Discord (I prefer discord cause I can sometimes get obsessed and excited and write PARAGRAPHS worth of things). But I'm very much one for establishing a relationship before writing it. I like to make sure like, a character will click wiht Caitlyn and that chemistry through OOC talking.
I'm not one to be like 'we have to write 5 threads to see if chemistry works', but my form of checking on chemistry is talking ooc and seeing how one action reacts to the other and so on. If that chemistry is establish, then its ten times easier to start writing a ship.
So basically, come talk to me OOC. 99% of the time, I'm sure i'll ship, I just need to be able to talk and ramble and plot with you.
7. ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?
So, I don't quite understand this just because, I don't know? I love ships, but not exclusively romantic. I'm in for all the ships, whether its romantic, platonic, even antagonistic! I'm here to write and enjoy teh development between characters. So if I develop a ship it happens.
8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?
I love all my ships, I have several of them so its more, like, I just enjoy writing them! Whether its Caitlyn x Vi, or exploring the realms of other ships, I wouldn't say I have a favorite. Because all of them are my favorites, that's why I'm writing them! A few to list that I'm enjoying playing with are Caitlyn x Vi, Caitlyn x Sevika, Caitlyn x Jinx, Caitlyn x Ran, I also have my platonic ships with Caitlyn x Jayce, Caitlyn x Irisa (OC). There is also an new antagonistic ship i'm getting with Caitlyn x Neopolitian which is going to be a very of Sherlock x Moriarty which is gunna be hella fun I bet!
Honestly, if we have a ship, its a favorite.
9. FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?
Message me and go 'CAN I OFFER YOU THIS MUSE!?' and then we talk. Really simple. I won't automatically say yes, but like I said. OOC communication and checking chemistry by talking.
#[wolf speaks] — personal games.#redid it#since i failed in my copy to repost it#so people could see#so yeah#ugh
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SHIPPING INFO
ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.
Tagged by: @vastayan--vigilante
Tagging: @astrxae @saviourofzaun @misstantabismuses @bioniczaunites @arcanescion @elisethetraveller @perfect-fourth @gauntlets-shot @ whoever wants to do this take it and tag me.
1. WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?
Honestly?…
Silco x Jinx (no it’s not healthy, no it should not be written as healthy, okay moving on).
Sevika x Mel Medarda
2. HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?
Alright I can only answer this for myself. It’s really hard to make me uncomfortable so long as things are written correctly, and as respectfully as can be concerning the content involved. Use your tags, and approach things with the understanding that just because you should be able to write anything does not mean you should be writing it in a way that romanticizes it or ignores the issues within it. So age gap? Look come at me with whatever, and worse I’m going to say is “not for me, thanks”.
If you want a numbers based answer look I can do 20-30 age gap pretty easily. Silco is in his 40s inching closer to 50 than he’d like. Sevika is in her 40s.
3. HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?
I’d say with clothes start coming off, or dry humping starts, or people start reaching under the clothes to reach certain areas. That said I’m not really too concerned one way or the other.
4. ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?
Yes, and no. I’m selective in that I generally want build up, and development and it requires feeling like there’s a good back and forth both between the muses as well as between muns. I like being able to drop into someones DM’s and ask them what they think of one thing or another. If we never speak that makes shipping less likely a lot of the time. That said I’m not selective in that I’m open to just about anything so long as development happens that leads that way and/or the over all story line makes sense for it. Easy example. I don’t generally ship Jinx and Ekko actually for various reasons (don’t have an issue with it just normally not my thing) however I have a verse now with someone that has them as soulmates because I ADORE the angst and problems and character development and weirdness there. I also have a thing going between Silco and someone’s OC (love Irisa @astrxae ) that came about purely because of build up and development and I LOVE that. So Am I selective? Yes and no.
5. WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?
Obligatory I will never force anything on anyone, but.
Silco x Vander, Silco x Viktor.
Sevika x Vi, Sevika x Jinx.
Now my Jinx has a very poor understanding of boundaries, and doesn’t really separate types of love instead generally lumping people into “Important People” she cares about and… well… everyone else. So all of these could go any number of ways.
Jinx x Caitlyn, Jinx x Viktor, Jinx x Vi.
6. DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?
It’s less about asking, and more about seeing how things develop and if it leads there or not. People are always welcome to come talk to me about it though, and offer ideas and plots. Just don’t get upset if I say no thanks, or something similar. If things seem like they are getting to that point though I do like discussing it, and making sure both muns are on the same page and wanting the ship and everything else.
7. ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?
If you mean ship obsessed in terms of sexual/romantic relationships, I enjoy them but don’t have to have them. If you mean ship obsessed in terms of relationships in general including platonic, and family, and the like than oh absolutely yes I adore exploring different types of relationships.
8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?
Honestly it’s a toss up between Silco and Jinx, and Silco and Vander.
9. FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?
Toss your character at mine, see how they interact, and than come (nicely/respectfully) yell ideas and headcanons and the like at me. It’s generally not that difficult to be honest. I’ve gotten some very random ships going before in the past.
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💚 SHIPPING INFO 💚
ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.
Tagged by: @countlessrealities (thank you 💜)
Tagging: @just--a--jinx @arcanescion @independentzaun @gauntlets-shot @saviourofzaun @bioniczaunites @misstantabismuses @perfect-fourth @crowtongued @saviourofzaun and anyone else who wants to do it!
1. WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?
To be honest, I don't really have OTPs ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯
I'm very fond of writing Timebomb (Ekko x Jinx) at the moment, and I enjoyed writing ViCait stuff. I'll also allude to Scar x Zihnah on here (Zihnah being the OC I established to be the mother of Scar's daughter that we see he canonically has.)
But I'm more interested in writing style compatibility with rp partners, plot development, and assessing character chemistry on an individual basis, than on pursuing specific ships.
If someone I really vibed the writing style of approached me with an interesting enough idea, even if it was a ship I hadn't considered writing before, I'd give it a go (which is how I ended up with moon/toffee, silco/lachlan and darkling/nikolai rp threads lmao)
2. HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?
That depends on two core factors.
One - how old is the younger character? Are they in their thirties (aka an established, financially independent adult with a good amount of life experience under their belt), or are they eighteen/nineteen (aka barely legal, still learning how to be an adult, likely with not much life experience and likely not financially secure.)
Two - Is it supposed to be written as a wholesome equal partnership, or an exploration of toxic/controlling power dynamics?
I'm not going to be comfortable writing a 19 year old character in a relationship with a 30+ year old character unless my partner agrees that it is supposed to be uncomfortable, and unhealthy, and we are exploring a plot with dark themes. There is an inherent power imbalance for that kind of age difference and that needs to be acknowledged. But I wouldn't bat an eyelid at writing a 35 year old character with a 46 year old character, because both characters have plenty of life experience under their belts and are on more even footing in a general life stage sense.
3. HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?
Once clothes start coming off and/or things move past second base ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯
4. ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?
If I'm writing it? Yes. I'm quite selective in general, and if the chemistry isn't there or there isn't a compelling narrative reason for two characters to get together, I'm just not gonna be interested.
By default I prefer writing platonic dynamics over romantic ones, simply because it irritates me when people want to jump straight into writing romantic/nsfw stuff with my characters without any build up or pre-established story. I like to establish a dynamic and get a vibe for how well someone's character portrayal meshes with mine - if there's organic chemistry/tension there, and the other person is also interested, then I'll consider exploring shippy stuff.
5. WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?
Ekko - Powder/Jinx (I'm open to exploring other ships ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯)
Scar - Zihnah (not really looking to ship him with anyone, but for the right AU/if someone pitched a strong enough idea, I'd consider it)
Joel - no one currently
Mylo - no one currently
6. DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?
Yes. Please don't assume I'm going to be down to write shippy stuff with you just because our characters are canonically together/had some tense delicious moments in canon/you personally really ship them. It's polite to ask first, or gauge interest through sending/tagging me in those bold what applies character dynamic memes.
7. ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?
On a general level, I'm pretty ambivalent ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯
If I have a specific AU I'm writing with someone, whether it features a ship or not, I'll be quite excited to talk about it and do memes for it, and it makes my day when I receive a notification that my writing partner has replied.
Sometimes I hyperfixate on certain dynamics and I'll write/read a lot of content related to that, but those dynamics don't need to be romantic ships for me to obsess over how interesting they are.
8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?
Arcane: Ekko × Powder/Jinx, Vi x Caitlyn, Viktor x Jayce, Caitlyn x Jinx (I have a thing for enemies with sexual tension what can I say 😂)
9. FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?
One - write with me. I'm significantly more receptive to ship with people who I already like writing with, as that gives me the opportunity to evaluate whether our characters have chemistry in their interactions that could be fun to build upon.
Two - ask me! Slide into my DMs with a scenario/plot idea, or send/tag me in one of those shipping interest/character relationship dynamic memes to see what I'm vibing.
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I've always been curious - what are your favorite ships?
under the cut bc its rambly and No One Cares about my old ass fandoms that were seasonal for most people but stuck with me for some reason and also to maybe avoid showing up in searches/tags for the rare person looking for Content
i guess the most Hardcore ive ever shipped is mcreyes (yes, overwatch i know), they consumed me with a rage that pretty much burned me out of fandom (tho i still ship it, i just literally never found anyone that sees them the same way i do - non-fanon compliant it is for me). along with them i also have somva and widowana and of course shimadacest, its just the Polycule living in my head [i guess i should point out i broke up w canon after the like first year of development ie after the great retconning so i neither know nor care whats happening there, these characters are basically (schrodinger's) ocs at this point]
the other fandom i am Too invested in is, tragically, dragon age, which i still sorta indulge in some Canon for (i apologize for whats likely going to happen to this blog once the next game comes out lmao). My ships there are mostly OC/canon, as the games sorta lead into. Anora/Zevran/Cousland (and cousland/loghain, and cousland/fergus...); Carver/Hawke/Isabela (/qp!Anders) [well and just some good old hawke/anders really], and Dorian/Trevelyan/Blackwall (/qp!Vivienne) are my mains.
dragon age leads to mass effect, where i fell head over for shakarian which i will fight for to my last breath i do not give a fuck. and also ashlaw wich i literally had to invent a shipname for cuz nobody else cares about it lmao (ashley and miranda if anyone even knows the franchise here lol)
i think more obvious is my love for star wars, i ship just the entire pentacule in the prequels/clone wars - obi/ani/padme/ahsoka/sabine. han/leia/luke(/lando?) for the og trilogy and reylo and finn/rose/poe in the new one (tho thanks to fandom im much less invested in finnpoe)
ive been in like a few fandoms that were wild and strong but didnt last - red dead where i shipped john/arthur/abigail; detroit become human where hannor ate my brains. pathfinder and divinity original sin which literally did not have a fandom, but i will tell you i very much ship my mains with amiri/octavia/regongar (in kingmaker) and camellia/daeran (in wotr);. in divinity Lohse/Sebille and Fane/Ifan are the other polycule plaguing me. oh and pillars of eternity with devil of caroc/maneha/PC tho i eventually ended up pairing up aloth w my pc in deadfire
real talk tho, the most recent thing close to an Obsession is fucking league of legends (yes i know) where its swain/darius/draven; yasuo/yone/taliyah; kayn/zed; and some good old lucian/senna. i mean you've seen the TF/Graves art this shouldnt be a surprise lol
and yeah in Arcane its silco/jinx/vi/vander
But mostly lately ive been merrily making DnD OCs and playing Rimworld which allows for amazing characters so it's kinda OC season i guess
oh and as an end to this rant which everyone gave up on reading im sure - i'll leave you with the fact that what got me into real fandom communities was itasasu (/saku and/or karin sometimes) and wincest (/jack) has been a latent interest even tho spn has never been high on my interests list so do with that what you will lol
#ask#is it social circle hour around here?#not that i mind i enjoy the attention just ive rarely gotten so much lol#thank you for the messages nonnie(s?)#i mean i obviously have more things i Ship#most recently interested in blackbeard/izzy in ofmd (maybe even w stede who knows)#but like it doesnt haunt me at night ya know
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UPDATED CHARACTER MASTERLIST & REQUESTING RULES
before i begin, remember not to be afraid to ask about someone that's not on the list darlin'! if i know them, big chances are i'll write for 'em, and if i don't, i'm often willing to do some research!
DC:
anyone. and i mean that literally. just look through my blog, there is so many of them fuckers in here, although i mostly focus on Batman Rogues. but if you've got any niche DC crush, i'm here for you baby (c'mon, i even write for Lobo and Mad Mod, i assure you that whoever your fave is, i'll gladly produce some content for 'em)
i will write for comicverse, arkhamverse (except fucking jervis for obvious reasons), basically any animated/cinematic appearances, telltale games, any type of fuckin' media but no Gotham or Nolanverse
MARVEL:
- Venom/Eddie Brock
- Cletus Kasady/Carnage
- Ultron
- Spawn/Albert Simmons
- Doc Ock/Otto Octavius
- Green Goblin/Norman Osborn
here i mostly focus on the cinematic universe, maybe with the exception of Spawn, Kasady and Osborn because fuck if i don't like interpreting them in my own silly little way based on the comics i've read and old cartoon shows
ARCANE:
yet again, anyone. well, let me rephrase that, anyone that's NOT a minor (and i'm sorry, but i won't write for Jinx, even if she's supposedly 18 in Act III. she'll always be Just A KidTM to me)
GTA V:
throw me a character and i'll probably write for 'em. unholy trinity obviously comes as a given, but i'll even write for bitches like Devin Weston and stuff like that
TEAM FORTRESS 2:
the whole team baby, and let's throw in the delightful Miss Pauling and not-so-delightful Administrator in here because why the hell not
DARKIDERS TRILOGY:
yeah. yeah, why the fuck not. i can try my best to write all of them, since there wasn't many characters i genuinely disliked in the series
ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS FROM RANDOM FANDOMS:
- Maximillian Desoto (The Outer Worlds)
- Jimmy Hall (At Dead Of Night)
- Sundrop/Moondrop (Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach) don't look at me
- Abe Sapien (Hellboy)
- Cicero (Skyrim)
- *sobbing* Erik Destler (The Phantom Of The Opera)
- and i'll throw in the whole character base for fuckin' Archer since i'm obsessed with that show
and now onto the REQUESTING RULES:
YOU CAN CHECK WHETHER REQUESTS ARE OPEN OR NOT IN MY BIO
i'm pretty content with writing anything and everything, BUT:
- no pregnacy or 'what kinda father/mother would x be' and stuff like that
- minors can appear as background characters (example: Jinx is basically Silco's adoptive daughter and i don't mind including that in any of my writings) but i won't write for them exclusively
- no rape/non-con or yandere (cnc is a whole different thing that i absolutely love, but, as the name suggests, it's CONSENSUAL non-consent, so it's not straight out non-con)
- i don't do ships, only 'x readers'
- please don't send me whole strings of requests - i run this blog alone and that won't change, so there's a limited amount of requests i'm accepting every time they re-open and everyone should have their chance at requesting
- don't want to sound harsh, but if i don't want to write something, i won't. i do always try to answer those asks with an explanation as to why, but sometimes i DO just delete those requests. it's my right as an author, and i won't be sacrificing my comfort just to write something
- and, obviously, don't repost my shit to other sites. i absolutely don't mind people taking inspiration and writing something based off my work (do tag me tho, i'd love to see what you came up with!), but straight out stealing my content ain't on the table
#masterlist#requesting rules#that's more personal really#dc#batman rogues#gotham rogues#gta v#grand theft auto v#grand theft auto 5#marvel#tf2#team fortress 2#arcane#darksiders#darksiders 2#darksiders 3#now lemme tag some characters so more people see the post#riddler#scarecrow#two face#rorschach#abe sapien#vicar max#cicero#unholy trinity#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#silco#vi#viktor
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I think some of my critique of the representation of poc, especially the Black characters, in Arcane would be reduced if Vi, Jinx, and Viktor were racebent. Again, poc ought to have roles where they aren’t suffering and are in powerful positions, but in a story like this with themes of classism and systematic oppression, to have almost all the characters of color be a part of the privileged class, cops, or working for an antagonistic white guy and then have the marginalized characters with the most screen time be white isn’t great, even though a lot of them are written with nuance in other ways like Mel and Sevika who I like a lot. Mel is a foreigner which I think adds some nuance to her character in general and in this specific context, but it’s still complicated given the imperialistic history of her family. I will say she stands out as her own character and not just support to Jayce’s narrative, which is important.
Ekko is a great character who doesn’t fall into any of those three roles, but he hasn’t been given the same amount of screen time characters like Vi, Jinx, and Viktor have and they’re the ones who speak the most, or have the most screen time to do so, about the issues the Undercity and its people face. Vi and Jinx, both as individuals and their relationship, are also the center of the story. Given what Jinx specifically represents in the narrative, as a significant product of Piltover’s failings, especially in the end of the season, it would be a more powerful message if she was racebent. Like, to have Silco refuse to give her up would’ve been more impactful if she was a woman of color instead of a white woman, because white women get to be prioritized and made into exceptions all the time. It would also make the scenes where Sevika gets beat up by Vi and Jinx, and I mostly refer to the part where Jinx displays her beat up body to send a message to Silco in his office, WAY less uncomfortable to watch for me because we’re made to root for Vi and Jinx.
In terms of Viktor, having him be the only one from Zaun in Piltover speaking to these issues when the council has, otherwise mostly white or non-human characters, but two dark skinned black women in it, rubs me the wrong way. Sky, a Black woman, is also fridged for some of his character development in act 3. There’s also fandom racism towards Mel's character because she’s a Black woman that gets in the way of a white mlm ship (If you like Viktor and Jayce because their dynamic is genuinely interesting and not because of racism/antiblackness you know who you are and won’t feel personally attacked by this). I personally like both Mel and Viktor and their dynamics with Jayce, but enjoying their characters is hard sometimes because of things like this that can clog the tags.
Of course, these characters are based on a game so there’ll be people who say the show runners couldn’t just racebend characters that already exist, as though that hasn’t happened before in media and the show itself isn’t already diverging from previous canon in other ways. Also within Arcane itself, Caitlyn is shown to be Chinese and white based off of her voice actress and how her father looks and I seriously doubt that was canon before. But Caitlyn is more white passing/not very different from her original design so I haven’t seen, to my knowledge, people saying any negative things about that. Given that Hailee Steinfield’s maternal grandfather is Black and Filipino, I personally like the idea of Vi and Jinx being Black and Filipina as well. I don’t have a particular headcanon for what I’d racebend Viktor to be tho.
I think I might also include Vander in this because it’d be nice if Vi and Jinx’s adoptive dad, who’s a liked figure in The Lanes and has had a huge impact on their lives, was also a poc. I’d probably keep Silco white, not because he’s antagonistic but because poor white people exist and I don’t have a problem with him and other notable characters from Zaun, with various moral alignments, like Benzo, Mylo, Claggor, and that lady Silco was allied with being white. I won’t pretend that there aren’t poc who are cops in real life either, but to have Vi and Jinx be racebent and visibly darker than Grayson, Marcus and Caitlyn would help make the juxtaposition of those characters together a bit less sketchy, at least to me.
The way poc, and Black people specifically, are presented on this show is a complex discussion and I’m just one Black woman talking about this, but these are just some of my thoughts on the matter as of right now. There’s a lot of things I like about Arcane and it’s writing which is why I’m invested in the show. I just think tweaks like this could make an already nuanced and fleshed out story, richer.
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Arcane audio requests are open!
Thank you all for the love on that Viktor x Listener audio I posted here and on Youtube (dervampireprince on Youtube yes I’m plugging myself this early on in the post because it would really help me out if people listened and subscribed over there as I’m hoping to eventually make bonus content on Patreon) and so I will definitely be making more.
Please send in requests for audio ideas (sfw or n sfw but you know, be smart, don’t request n sfw stuff if you’re a minor) or even just random silly paragraphs or single sentences you think it would be cute or funny to hear Viktor say. These can be Viktor x Listener/Reader (of any gender or gender neutral) or Viktor x Jayce (hell I guess Viktor x Silco is a thing? And I’m intrigued. Try requesting for any ship and if I’m comfy with it I’ll do it)
Also.. maybe... Maybe I’m also making Silco audios. So if you have any requests for him (sfw, n sfw, x listener/reader, x character as long as it’s not Jinx please don’t send me Silco/Jinx things I am not comfortable with that) send them along.
(Might also try Caitlyn too so... I guess you can request that) Or any of the above characters interacting with each other.
Anyway, send them in my ask box if you got any ideas and I’ll answer them in an audio post and tag you. If you send the ask on anon well... guess I can’t tag you so you’ll just have to keep an eye on my blog or the Arcane tags.
(These requests will be posted onto this blog and also onto Youtube. These aren’t commissions, they’re just requests. I have the right to post them publicly or not fulfill the request if I can’t think of anything for it. If you want a private commission that would just be sent to you we can discuss that.)
#arcane#arcane league of legends#viktor#silco#caitlyn kiramman#jayvik#viktor x jayce#viktor x reader#silco x reader#caitlyn x reader#caitlyn kiramman x reader#vi x caitlyn#audio roleplay#nsft audio#comfort audio#the vampire whispers
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First line tag game
Rules: DON’T REBLOG THIS ONE, MAKE A NEW POST! List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends. Thanks for the tag @dreaminghour
(A weird tag game for me as I believe in snappy last lines and not openers!)
Silco's head is dunked under water and it's all he can do not to scream. (x)
Silco was in the middle of a training exercise with Jinx when the Mandalorian arrived. (x)
Vi doesn't really understand who pulled what sort of levers, for her to be walking free again after only two months in a Piltovan holding jail. (x)
It's a slow afternoon and Powder has dragged a chair by his desk to draw there while he fills in his books. (x)
Caitlyn Kiramman has been one year in the Enforcer academy when she finally snaps. (x)
They're gone. (x)
The first time Silco had moored his ship back to Zaun's docks, his hands had shaken over the rope. (x)
Mek looks up: the fissure climbs towards the heavens, vaulting iron and glass architecture as far as the eye can see, which isn't very far today. (x)
Sevika is in the process of trouncing Ran and Dustin at tarot when Vi materialises at the side of their table with two pints of beer in hand, literally the most suspicious thing Sevika's ever seen the girl do. (x)
Vi stares at the man for a long time, perplexed. (x)
Very interesting, but I firmly believe that a finishing line version of all these fics would be a much better showing for me :D I seem to love me an opening with "character x does y", but if you went farther down my 113 works I think you'd see other patterns emerge.
No pressure tags @twinsunstwink @spicedrobot @kckenobi @wolfinlionskingdom @stolen-pen-name23 @hrtiu and @kitepiper if you feel like it! Or anyone who wants to try!
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I posted 311 times in 2021
7 posts created (2%)
304 posts reblogged (98%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 43.4 posts.
I added 135 tags in 2021
#proship - 21 posts
#pro shipping - 21 posts
#proshipping - 20 posts
#pro ship - 19 posts
#arcane - 16 posts
#pro fiction - 12 posts
#jinx - 9 posts
#jilco - 8 posts
#ao3 - 5 posts
#silco - 4 posts
Longest Tag: 22 characters
#real person fanfiction
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
Looks like Arcane gave me a new problematic ship
Powder (Jinx)/Silco.
Anti’s are going to accuse me of romanticizing it, but the thing is I know it’s a sick twisted abusive pseudo-incestual train wreck of a relationship. That’s the point. For whatever reason I like to explore how such relationships make the character involved feel and what they think while they’re in the midst of such things.
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#4
Powder’s name still won’t auto fill on AO3 but it’s not changing to Jinx like I swear it was doing when I first posted my fic so my fic on AO3 is now tagged with Powder’s name as well as Jinx’s to make it easier to find for people seeking content about pre-chapter 4 Jinx/Powder.
17 notes • Posted 2021-12-03 21:34:25 GMT
#3
Some questions about the setting of Arcane for fanfic reasons
I’m really only familiar with Arcane and I don’t know if any of this has come up in other sources like the various short videos or comics.
How much is known about the economic system?
We know from the show that in Piltover and Zaun a penny is a denomination of currency because Powder was singing a nursery rhyme about begging for money from Piltover citizens containing the line “I ask of you a penny, my fortune it will be.“
It’s implied in the song that citizens of Zaun are so impoverished that a penny is a lot of money to them, although I suspect that’s exaggeration probably by a Piltover writer responsible for the nursery rhyme.
We know that Mel was offered a gold for every blade she retrieved from the fallen of a battlefield. But she’s from Noxus so that may not be a unit of currency in Piltover and Zaun.
Is there anything else that can help me write scenes involving money?
What do we know about religion on Runeterra? I can’t very well have characters using expressions like “Jesus Christ” or “Oh my God”. How does a character in an Arcane fanfic blaspheme properly?
18 notes • Posted 2021-11-25 04:19:51 GMT
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A note for people looking on AO3 for Arcane fic about a certain blue haired character. Tagging a fic with Powder auto corrects to Jinx. So if you’re looking for fic about act one or before she’s still going to be tagged as an identity she hasn’t adopted yet.
18 notes • Posted 2021-11-24 02:41:26 GMT
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One of the things, one of many many things, I think confuses antis is an impression they seem to have that “I ship these characters” is the same as “I think that would be a healthy relationship that people should emulate”.
Some shippers will write their problematic ships into a universe that softens the rough edges off the problematic parts. And there’s nothing wrong with that. But there’s a lot of folks out there like me who look at a massively dysfunctional trashfire of a relationship and say “I ship them” because we want to see that shit unfold like a Shakespearian tragedy and/or episode of Jerry Springer.
29 notes • Posted 2021-12-06 02:15:39 GMT
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I have no idea how this would have feasibly happen, but I want an Arcane AU (maybe modern?) where Powder gets separated from Violet at in a much earlier point in the story and she can't find her way back, so she gets picked up by Silco. Silco's trying to find Violet for her, but Vander's disappeared along with the kids. So Silco raises Powder/Jinx and Vander raises Vi while both of them are trying desperately to look for the missing sister. Then, when they're teens, they finally find each other. Silco's too attached to Jinx to just leave her, so he and Vander have to get over their past in order to be there for their daughters.
16 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 03:21:24 GMT
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Alright, some cookie run headcannons for our favorite villains!
Poison Mushroom is the actual baby, and Pomegranate often takes them to playdates with Onion Cookie. They adore Auntie Blackberry. Everyone casually ignores that they're supposed to be on different sides.
Pomegranate is the main caretaker of Poison, even though she's pretty ambivalent towards them. She often makes Licorice watch them while she's working, and usually only brings them along when they got a specific role to play.
Licorice is the worst babysitter. He makes it 10 minutes before either getting into an argument (with a literal child) or pawning them off to Dark Choco. Usually both.
Dark Choco is a surprisingly good dad. He's very gentle and considerate. But he's afraid of his own strength, so he doesn't like to interact with Poison too much. But this also means he's a huge pushover. Pomegranate has come back to him fully redecorating a room for a "Shroomy Tea Party"
Red Velvet is THE BEST UNCLE. All that time raising cake hounds comes in handy. It also helps that all the puppies are brought out whenever Poison visits. He gives the best piggyback rides and lets Poison help set traps for Priestess Cookie.
Poison and Strawberry Crepe are kept FAR away from each other. No one wants to know what would happen if they were allowed to interact.
17 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 05:44:50 GMT
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Okay but imagine Meryl trying to flirt with Vash and he just doesn't know how to respond to her. Like he likes her and wants to reciprocate but he's scared at the same time. But then one day she gets hit in a fight and goes down. Vash freaks out because he's worried she's hurt. But then she pops up to deliver the final blow. And Vash is just so excited that she's okay that he sweeps her off her feet and kisses her without thinking.
20 notes • Posted 2021-07-19 20:58:09 GMT
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I love that the first thing Alpha did after being created is drop the Director's accent like a hot potato. Man wasn't even a week old and went "no fucking way I'm gonna be southern for the rest of my existence"
125 notes • Posted 2021-07-06 04:55:53 GMT
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Hey do you ever think about how Saiki has no concept of privacy because he lived in a constant state of hypervigilance due to his brother's threat of revealing his psychic abilities to the world and his parents did nothing to stop it so he just got used to dealing with everything by himself?
Do you ever think about him telling his friends about his powers and at first they think "why does he not understand privacy at all?" and then he drops the fact that his brother has hidden cameras set up in his house and threatened to out him and kill him and his parents did not punish their child for any of this?
Do you ever think about Saiki trying to wear the geranium ring to make his friends more comfortable but getting more and more anxious until he can't function and his friends are conflicted about it because while yes, him reading their thoughts is super creepy, he's so on edge and almost having a panic attack so who's comfort is more important here? Should they give up their privacy to make Saiki more comfortable?
151 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 06:24:08 GMT
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