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lullabyes22-blog · 2 days
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Referencing moments or still shots from the show, what would best depict Silco's "O" face? Also we see him fake smile and smirk alot, what shot would best depict his genuine smile?
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There's your smile.
Only Jinx is privy<3
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There's your O face.
Feral, unhinged, blazing-eyed wrath <3
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Logbook - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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Forward but Never Forget on AO3
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Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Timebomb Gifts
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"On the Day of Ash, my love gave to me... fifty crates of barley flour."
"On the day of Ash, my love gave to me... a leaf."
Ekko and Jinx's armistice gifts<3
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lullabyes22-blog · 2 months
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THANK YOU SO MUCH @hannibalcatharsis-zero for these absolutely GORGEOUS prints!
This is truly such a thoughtful and amazing gift I am gibbering with glee T_T<3
(The little shisa dogs are happy too c:)
Prints by Velnna! Thank you for sharing your fabulous art with us all @velnna<3
Seriously, Zero - a thousand thanks and warm cuddles for being such a sweetheart, and for all your feedback, support and general awesomeness! It truly means a great deal<3
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lullabyes22-blog · 10 months
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Beautiful artwork by @error4343
Edited into gifs by @lipsticksandmolotovs
Used with permission and with such unholy amounts of squealing<333
Original artwork by Error can be found here. Their stuff is fantastic - give 'em some love, and commission something awesome for yourself :D
Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO
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lullabyes22-blog · 6 months
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lullabyes22-blog · 5 months
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The Duality of Man...
Arcane does love its characters and all their fatal flaws and contradictory traits.
Yet nothing will be as hilarious to me as Silco being a pathologically secretive mfer who weaponizes knowledge and thrives on having the upper hand by hoarding details.
And yet when he's alone, he fucking talks to himself.
Loudly.
With full-on soliloquys.
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lullabyes22-blog · 1 month
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Forward but Never Forget - Zaun tidbit
It just occurred to me that a city built straight down into the earth will not have the aerial bird's eye view maps, but rather, cascading vertical maps, similar to the ones used in mines.
Which is a very fun concept to play around with, because in such narrow quarters, outside the confines of a traditionally planned urban grid, you'd have residential zones basically sitting on top of each other, and thus sharing resources like water and electricity from a single hub. It's easy to picture plenty of electricity meters being manipulated via circuits to supply multiple illegal lines, and water tanks with supply pipes getting stamped in incorrect sizes to ishare a larger amount than has been officially sanctioned.
It also means businesses would've expanded organically, like a cigarette vendor switching it up to sell bread and milk in his little commercial pocket, because he straddled the space between two residential blocs. Meanwhile in the backroom, his wife would be running an unlicensed daycare center.
It also means, similar to Kowloon's Walled City, maps in general would be useless because each time there's a change in structure, it would happen seemingly overnight. And so, you'd need your own mental grid to navigate your way through the dynamic landscape.
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lullabyes22-blog · 2 months
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May we know Silco's approach to sex? Stroke game, technique, and so on? Love your headcanons!
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We're talking swimming strokes, yes?
:')
A wise murderer once said, "There's peace in water."
He also said, "The flow is key."
NSFW
More Arcane headcanons: Here.
"Lesson the first: Variety matters."
"You aren't a piston in a well-oiled machine. You're flesh and bone. And that bone, tragically, can only take so much abuse before it deflates. So make the most of it. Start with small staccato movements, focusing on small points inside your playmate. Friction only matters on the surface. Beneath, it's all about the pressure. It's not a basic equation of in and out: it's figure eights, it's ripples, it's whorls. Gradually, as their breathing deepens, lengthen your movements. Let them move with you. Let them show you how they want it. Let them teach you what they need. They'll tell you everything necessary for their undoing. Provided you pay attention."
"Lesson the second: Speed is the enemy."
"Unless there's a fitting at the tailor's you forgot to mention, the only place speed belongs is in your knife-hand. Go slow. It's the best revenge for all the times they've left you wanting. Take their pleasure like a gift. Then peel it back, inch by inch. Tease them, just enough. Give them a taste of everything, then nothing. If you're patient, you'll strip away all their pretenses. You'll learn exactly where they live. You'll be able to touch the very heart of them. And, if they're lucky, you'll decide to leave it beating."
"Lesson the third: Be unpredictable."
"Change the mood. Change the pace. Change the game entirely. Start sweet, then turn nasty. Repeat what serves, then let it ebb into something softer. Keep them guessing; keep them coming back. Then shock them all over again. The moment their brain thinks it's getting what it wants, shake it all up. Don't ever give them what they think they want. Only what they never knew they needed. Always, always, stay two steps ahead."
"Lesson the fourth: Always get what you want."
"And always make it seem like a favor. It's the simplest way to build a sense of debt. If they can't be honest with you, they can't trust you. And without trust, you've got no leverage. So build trust like it's the bedrock of the earth, and use it. Be the good listener they've never had before. Be the person who understands them best. The one who knows their favorite food, their fears, their foibles. The more you see past their boundaries into what they hide - the more porous those boundaries become. The more they think they can depend on you, the deeper they'll let you in. Then once you're inside, once they've dropped their guard, once they can't imagine their life without you - that's when you make them give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask. Just be sure to phrase it as a question."
"Lesson the fifth: Be present."
"You're a deep diver, remember? Pay attention to the currents. Watch the way their face contorts. Feel the way their skin shivers. Listen to the rhythm of their breaths. The body is a sea, and everything is connected. Every ripple begets a riptide, and so on. It's all a matter of reading the signs. A subtle tightening, a flicker of an eyelid, a thigh trembling - these are your treasure map. X-marks-the-spot. Follow the clues, and you'll learn to anticipate what comes next. You'll find that thing they're trying to hide, even from themselves. And once you have it, you'll know exactly what will send them over the edge. The right word, the right touch, the right thrust - and they'll come apart, utterly."
"Lesson the six: Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty."
"Or any other part of you, for that matter. Prudishness is a roadblock. Your target will never feel at ease if you act as if you're above the mess of their bodies, their fluids, their needs. You are not their Warden - there to police what's allowed or not. You're not their conscience - there to judge what's vice or virtue. You're their release. Their salvation. Their guide into the depths. And that means everything they are, you're going to get all over yourself. Their filth is the evidence of your success. Wear it proudly. Let them see how their darkness becomes your light. How their sin becomes your purity. That's what they crave, what no one else will give. They'll never feel so understood as when they're looking at you, smeared in the proof of how you've made them come apart. And then, and only then, will you take them deeper. Deeper into their desires. Deeper into their depravity. Deeper, and deeper still, until they can no longer resurface."
"Lesson the seventh: Say their name."
It's the smallest sound, and yet the most powerful. No one ever feels known, not completely. Not until they hear their own name in a lover's voice. It's what lets them inhabit the present. It's the key to their being. It's the way they'll know you've claimed their whole self, in every way. And there's an art to the way you say it. There are all kinds of voices you can use: breathy, husky, sharp, soft. Start by using it slowly. Sparingly. Wait for the exact moment their eyes glaze over, their mouth drops open, and their hips begin to shudder. Then whisper their name like it's a secret only they can know. Like you've been dying to tell them, and they're the only one who can hear. As the moment peaks, draw it out as if from the deepest, darkest well. Turn every syllable into a breath for more. Like the air itself is a blessing. The next time, they'll be the ones who beg for it. Who pray for it. They'll forget every name they've ever been called. Every name - except yours."
"Here's the eighth, and final lesson: Don't forget who you are."
"If you forget, the tide will turn against you. You're not their lover. You're not their confidant. You're not their friend. You're the water itself. It's you they're immersed in. It's you they're at the mercy of. They may try to cling to the surface. They may struggle against the waves. They may even call out for help. But it's only once they're all the way down that they'll truly let go. And, once they do, you'll be the only thing left. It's not a matter of love. It's the simple fact of gravity. Down, is where they belong."
A small smile.
"Down, where the monsters are."
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lullabyes22-blog · 3 months
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Thank you thank you THANK YOU @lipsticksandmolotovs
This is absolutely fabulous holy SHIT<3
Also I absolutely love the different styles of signatures, with Jinx being an absolute delightful mess. And oops, she spilled some paint on the parchment.
Well, at least it's not blood :'D
Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO
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lullabyes22-blog · 2 months
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Silco | Vander | Jinx
Shades of Green
Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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lullabyes22-blog · 1 month
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Why do you think the Arcane writers picked a Manchester accent for Silco (even if it's not there in his voice)? Why did you decide to keep it in FnF?
imo, Manchester's the perfect place to take inspiration from, for a story of industrial innovation and its contrast of industrial blight.
The history of the metropolitan borough is fascinating on so many levels: its origins as a manufacturing mecca, its proximity to the coal mines, its history of labor strikes, the slum clearance ordinances that left its landscape utterly dystopian, the rowhouses and horrifying 'housing projects', its origins as a rock and roll hub, the history of the Teddy Boys and the Perry Boys, its punk and anarchist roots (the Sex Pistols and the Buzzcocks both cut their teeth in good ol' Manchester), the jazz-funk that was the traditional anthem of the working class...
I could go on.
Friedrich Engels also spent two decades in Manchester, learning the cotton business, and called it, "Hell on earth."
As the the child of a proud Mancunian, I grew up hearing a lot of stories about Manchester in the 1950s - 1970s. I also spent a few years there as a kid, and still have family there.
All of which is to say the mention of Manchester in Arcane made me gleeful.
I encourage anyone interested in atmospheric world-building to look into the place's history, and to check out images of the Manchester slums, especially the Victorian illustrations of Angel Meadow, the 1970s era, the Scuttler gangs etc.
If this doesn't scream Zauncore, I don't know what does:
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Snippet - Spread Her Wings - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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The prospects of Jinx's dating life loom like a future graveyard...
Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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"They'll be working together?"
"Separate spheres. Same goal."
"Nothing stays separate in close quarters. Especially with a teenager’s hormones in the mix.”
Silco's stare locks on hers.
"You said it yourself," Sevika says, "She singled Viktor out. Might be a coincidence. Or..."
"What?"
"Maybe the girl's got a crush."
Silco makes a soft sound expressive of disgust. "Don't be ridiculous."
"It's a theory."
"She does not have a crush. She was testing him."
"Testing him?"
"Assessing his value. As an ally." The thought occurs to him. "I suppose she's growing bored with Magnus. The dog has his uses, but he can't engage the mind."
"And Viktor can?"
"His intelligence is a match for hers. Shocking, considering their age difference." 
"That's my point." Sevika's features, upside down, hold a smileless amusement. "Viktor's not a child. He's not a dog. He's a grown man. And Jinx..."
Silco preempts the rest. "She is only seventeen."
"Only? How many seventeen-year-olds are capable of blowing up an entire city, or taking down an Enforcer cavalcade singlehandedly? Let's not forget the time she hijacked a fucking airship. Or the time she took out a roomful of Slickjaws armed with nothing but six color pencils. You've set her loose on the world. She's got the experience of a war veteran." Her jaw sets. "The baggage, too."
"Your point?"
"My point is, her tastes are different from the average girl's." The corner of her lip curls. "Older men get to be a nasty habit. They're all about control. And when you're used to being a little monster, you enjoy getting put in your place. It's a headfuck. Like playing chicken with a loaded gun. And we both know how much Jinx likes guns."
"You're saying Viktor would take advantage of her." The words are clipped; the tone, icy. "That he'd play into her trust."
"If not Viktor, then someone else. She's not a kid anymore. She'll be a woman soon. And she'll catch the eyes of every fucker out there, sooner or later." Her hand never ceases its small caresses. But her stare holds his: challenging. "She's gonna catch the eyes of a certain type in particular." 
"What type is that?" 
"You know. The hellraisers. The risk-takers. The ones living for a thrill to top all thrills." Quieter: "Like you at that age."
A vein pulses in Silco's left temple. "You are implying she'll find a lover soon."
"More than one."
"Hardly."
It comes out sharp enough to take a head off the shoulders. Yet the creeping tide of possessiveness is very real. All that dilutes it is the knowledge that Jinx has—so far—seldom expressed an interest in either boys or girls.
It isn't that she is oblivious to her own charms or their effect on others. Silco has taught her to weaponize her appearance with the same deft precision as a blade. Yet she's never shown an inclination to go prowling, either. Certainly not the way Silco used to at her age. A casualty of premature initiation, or his own base nature; his mind was always acutely attuned to the sensual.
Typically, his own child's budding sexuality is a subject best avoided. The few times it's come up has been pithy summations from his network: She gets off on booms, not bodies.
Unspoken but blatant: Freak.
Most are convinced Jinx is a rare species of deviant. Someone more gratified by mind-fuckery than the primal simplicity of teenaged hormones. If she were, Silco wouldn't be shocked. Hell, he'd encourage it. There are few more intoxicating modes of control than insinuating yourself into peoples' thoughts, playing hell with their emotions, seeping into their psyches in an act of irreversible infusion. In face of that, sex pales in comparison.
But outsiders have always tenaciously clung to the notion of Jinx as a monster.
So, Silco concedes, has he.
Jinx is still a growing girl. A girl exposed to every stripe of brutality—and yet spared the worst by virtue of his own aegis. She's never before declared it smothering; never rebelled against his rules. The issue has always been unwanted people wanting her.
Now Sevika is telling him she might want people back. Not just want them. Crave them. The same way Silco had craved Vander, or Nandi.
Until it'd all soured in a bath of blood.
"Viktor is not Jinx's type," he says. "Nor is she his."
"Yeah?"
"The boy's never touched a woman. Let alone bedded one."
"You're saying—?" Sevika's brows wing sky-high. "Huh. Explains why there's never been rumors."
"My sources are reliable. The boy lives like a monk. The closest he's come to a relationship is Talis, who is so obtuse he missed a mile-wide opportunity." He lapses into musing. Her nails lightly raking his scalp have a strangely meditative effect. "I'd wager that's part of the reason Viktor and Jinx found each other. They're both outliers. The odd ones out." He thinks of Viktor's expression at the gala, when he and Jinx bid each other goodnight: courtesy that hid a strange kinship. "He won't touch her. Not that way."
"And the next one who does?" Sevika looms in. Her dark hair sluices over her shoulders, like a pair of wings. She's letting it grow, finally, past the nape of her neck. It suits her. "The next one who sees her and wants her and goes for it?" 
"Jinx can take care of herself."
"What if she wants 'em to touch her back?"
Silco's good eye narrows. "Are you under the impression I'd forbid her?"
"I know you would." Her tone brooks no argument. It's a blunt statement. "But that's not the point. You can't treat her like a little girl forever. She's got too much curiosity. Soon, she's gonna start exploring. And it won’t stop at sex. It'll be the world, next. Once she's had a taste, she'll want it all. She's a firecracker, Silco. Always has been. The question is: are you ready?"
"Ready?"
"For her to spread her wings?"
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FnF Characters in an Acting AU + Shipping AMV Reactions
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For you @frostybearpaws
<3
Mel: Former model. Not just any model, mind you. We're talking Iman or Naomi Campbell levels of powerhouse. She is the muse for a dozen fashion brands, from Versace to St. Laurent. Fluent in a half-dozen languages. Has an MA in art history. A prodigy at piano and harpsichord. Her social media is sublime eye candy; she is lauded as a style icon, and highly sought after by Vanity Fair and Vogue for covers.
Champions tirelessly for better roles for black women in TV and film. Outspoken advocate of the #MeToo movement. Passionately antiwar, and works with a number of educational advocacy groups. Has even made a formal speech before Congress.
re: the AMVs - "Oh this is delightfully done." Flattered by the passionate responses of fans, and amused by the spirited fanbase split between Meljay and Melco. When asked who she ships: "Meljay, I'm afraid. Silco has his charming qualities. But Mel needs someone who will prioritize her, and only her."
Violet: Relative newcomer. Mostly typecast in sporty 'tough chick' roles. Had a big breakout role in a "Bend it Like Beckham" type early 2000s film. The scriptwriters chickened out with a heteronormative ending, but fans latched on to all the queer subtext in film. She's got a huge Insta following, due to her popularity in the fandom, her status as an LGBTQ+ icon, or her being an ex-pro athlete.
She's a big proponent for more diverse representation in pop culture. She also has a degree in gender studies, and is an avid fanfiction reader. She's even written some smutty one-shots of her own <3
re: the AMVs: "Wow. Just... wow." Speechless at how horny y'all are.  Like, off the chains horny. And she's totally not judging. At all. But... "Damn. Take a cold shower, guys."
Sssh. She ships CaitVi too.  And she agrees the Nao arc was uncalled for. "Idk what the writers were thinking. Vi would never cheat on Cait. Even if they did break up." </3
Jayce: Child actor who was thrust into the limelight after starring in a 1990s sitcom. It was cancelled, but ended up having a massive cult following. His last big project was the 2000s comedy flick, "Freaks of Zaun," which, despite a critical drubbing, remains a favorite of the genre. He's kind of a douche irl, but fans are still super into him. He's also an influencer, and runs a successful YouTube channel where he posts workout routines, travel vids, and other lifestyle-adjacent stuff.
Huge fanboy of his own character, and never shuts up about him.
re: the AMVs: "You know what? I kinda get it. These are pretty good." Is a little miffed at the whole "Jayce is an idiot" meme.  “Look, he's a fucking scientist. I don't think a stupid guy could pull off the invention of Hextech." He also doesn't appreciate the ship wars, especially when it gets into toxic territory. "C'mon, guys. It's acting. There are no actual relationships. Don't turn this into a hatefest."
Has gotten cancelled once already. He's since learned not to touch that particular can of worms.
Ships MelJay and tolerates JayVik. Blanches at the mention of JayCo.
Jinx: Total newbie to the industry. Was a former gymnast, and an Olympian in the making. A torn meniscus put her out of the competition. Her agent, who'd been trying to convince her to switch to acting, seized the opportunity to get her in front of the camera. She's never had a day's training. But she's a natural. Her energy is infectious, and her charm is unmatched. A real sweetheart, too. Loves dogs and is a vegan. Advocates tirelessly for animal rights.
re: the AMVs: Shrieking at the first video like a kid in a candy shop. "Is this real? How do I join?" The first to suggest livestreaming the cast's reactions. She's not a fan of shipping wars, but has a live-and-let live attitude. Will scroll through instagram liking any video or post that has #Timebomb in the tag - her favorite ship, btw. She also likes Melco, Sevilco and JayVik.
But not Cait/Vi. Or Jinx/Silco.
"Just... yuck."
(CaitVi shippers accuse her routinely of homophobia. She's not homophobic. She's ace-aro. She's just finds the CaitVi pairing boring.)
Sevika: A rising star, and a fan favorite. She was a former MMA fighter before an accident left her with a paralyzed left arm. She'd been content to go the rest of her life as a trainer, until a talent scout noticed her. She was cast as a supporting character in a cop procedural. It ran three seasons, but her charisma made her a longstanding fandom icon. Audiences in FnF have been clamoring for more screen time, and the writers have been accommodating. Rumor has it that they're working on an origin story arc, where she'll be the main character.
re: the AMVs: "How'd this become a thing? You're all fucking weird." Has an opinion on every video. Doesn't hold back. Her reviews are highly anticipated, and fans love her blunt commentary. She doesn’t ship anyone. But she will like any MelCo tags that cross her Twitter feed.
Not because she thinks they're hot, but because she hates Jayce, and thinks it'd be fun to watch him suffer.
Married IRL to Mel, whom she met on set<3
Caitlyn: Nepo baby. Her parents were both Academy Award-nominated actors, who met while filming a romcom. They've had an on-again, off-again relationship for the last thirty years. Cait has been in the industry her whole life, and acting professionally since she was five. Her resume is filled with romantic comedies and period pieces. She's been compared to Audrey Hepburn, and is considered a classic Hollywood beauty. Originally, she was cast in the role of Nandi, opposite "young" Silco. But the Vekauran community derided the casting as whitewashing, and her chemistry with young Silco was totally lacking. She was recast as Vi's romantic interest, and the rest is history.
She's a huge fan of CaitVi, and is known for her frequent appearances at Comic Con. Always happy to pose with cosplayers of her character. She also has a penchant for weird memes.
re: the AMVs: Has a very strict rule about never Googling her name. Opts out of the shipping wars, too. "If it makes people happy, who am I to judge?"
Vander: Former action star, and a fan favorite. Played a superhero vigilante in the late 80s. Known for his iconic lines: "We can do this the easy way. Or the hard way." He had a string of hit films before the industry shifted away from the genre. His career suffered, and he found himself typecast in a string of poorly-received knock-offs of his old films. His final movie tanked at the box office, and he nearly threw in the towel. But his manager convinced him to audition for the show.
He and Silco are known for their on-screen chemistry, and were the subject of a lot of "Are they?" questions. In an interview with the Hollywood Reporter, Vander even stated, "Look, I'd do Silco. It's no secret." Which caused quite the stir on the internet. Sources still aren’t sure if he meant the actor or the character.
He's a huge fan of the show, and a proud member of the fandom. He ships Jinx & Silco, but as platonic soul-family. He's also a CaitVi and Timebomb fan.
re: the AMVs: "Aww, this is cute." He's the most positive out of the bunch.  Is a bit weirded out by the fan obsession with his love life. "I mean, I'm flattered, really. But c'mon, guys. I have a husband." Is super active on Twitter, and frequently replies to fans.
Viktor: Little-known actor from a small country in Eastern Europe. He'd been an up-and-coming romantic hero, guest-starring in a popular soap opera. When a visa snafu kept him from appearing on the show, he was replaced. But the fans revolted. They loved the character, and didn't want to see him gone. The studio listened, and after he found good legal representation, he was able to secure a permanent work visa and keep the role.
Very sweet and reserved; he's not really into social media, or even the internet.
re: the AMVs: Totally geeking out over them. Has a huge crush on Jinxtor, but doesn't realize it's a no-no in the USA as Jinx is 18, and Viktor is 34. He enjoys JayVik as both a scienbros dynamic and as a romantic couple.
Favorite ship is SkyVik. He's even collaborated with a few AMV creators on Youtube on a whole collection of SkyVik videos.
"It's a tragic love story, no?"
Silco: Indie darling. He was a teen star in the early 80s, and garnered a small but loyal fanbase. His first film was a horror flick, where he played a troubled runaway who'd been possessed by a demon. The raw animalism of the performance garnered him a Golden Globe nomination, and his subsequent projects had a similar gothic flair. He's also starred in a number of subversive art house films. His breakout role was the dissolute vampire king in the cult classic, "Blood for Blood" - for which he snagged an Oscar nod.
IRL he's a vocal advocate for unionization, and regularly attends protests in support of worker's rights. Conversely, he's also a vocal proponent of capital punishment.
re: the AMVs: Is mystified at first. Then intrigued. Then appreciative. "This is quite good. The editing. The cinematography. The music. It's not all amateurish, as one might expect." Mostly, he's a silent observer. Always watching, and seldom commenting. A veritable mystery.
He ships CaitVi, but only for the aesthetic. Jilco gets a raised eyebrow and a headshake. Vanco gets a crooked smile. Sevilco, and he'll actually chuckle.
"You are a strange, strange people."
His favorite ship is Melco. Largely because he and Mel had a fling irl during his tenure on the show.
Ekko: Hearthrob of the fanbase. He's an influencer, and runs a YouTube channel where he reviews tech toys and gadgets. His fans are mostly teens, and he has an adorable 'too cool for school' schtick. He's a huge nerd, though, and is actually a prodigy when it comes to mechanical engineering. His parents were scientists, and he was homeschooled his whole life. He got his first TV role by winning a game show, where he had to create a prototype toy that would be marketed and sold to kids.
He's also the funniest out of the cast. And he knows it. Always quick with a zinger, and can turn even the most awkward situation into a comedy routine.
re: the AMVs: Cracks up over the first few videos. Then becomes an avid fan of the whole genre. Has a soft spot for Timebomb, but he and Jinx are friends irl, so he doesn't want to make things weird. Comes up with his own random ships to troll the fanbase.
Ekko/Vi - "A disaster. Imagine how awkward that would be."
Ekko/Mel - "She's totally out of his league. But I'm down to see how it would go."
Ekko/Sevika - "Now, that would be something. She is one hot mama."
Ekko/Jayce - "I'd top him. There, I said it."
Ekko/Cait - "She's totally a virgin. She'd die."
Ekko/Silco - "Fuck this guy, amirite? Literally."
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lullabyes22-blog · 1 month
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Where do you think the endearment “Silly” came from? Was there one particular event that caused it or did Jinx just chose it one day? It’s a very Jinx endearment, and they both know it’s her version of ‘dad’.
Either your hc or in FnF, I was just curious on your thoughts
I always think the origins were along the lines of this amazing comic by Amanda Perez<3
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Snippet - Rotten to the Core - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO
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Young Silco meets Margot in Stillwater.
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TW: exploitative dynamics, power imbalances, threats of violence, physical assault, oral sex.
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 Notes:
- Inmate to be assigned to solitary for duration of his sentence.
- Inmate's cell door has been reinforced with additional layers of steel.
- Inmate must remain muzzled at all times outside of his cell.
- All personnel are advised not to engage in direct contact with Inmate 238453 for any reason, excepting the administration of food and water, and the necessary maintenance of his physical needs.
- All guards are instructed to use maximum force against the inmate.
- Guards are not permitted to engage in conversation with the inmate.
Transcript from audio recording made at 1201, 11-13-1949, in the Stillwater Correctional Facility
Location: Solitary confinement cell
Inmate: (singing)
Guard: You've got a lovely voice.
Inmate: (scoffs)
Guard: It's not just flattery. You have a really beautiful voice.
Inmate: ...
Guard: Are you sure I can't give you anything to make the time go faster?
Inmate: ...
Guard: Anything I can bring you? Something to eat? A drink?
Inmate: (chuckles)
Guard: You know, there's nothing I can't get.
Inmate: I know.
Guard: What's that supposed to mean?
Inmate: You know.
Guard: No, I don't know.
Inmate: You're new here, aren't you?
Guard: How can you tell?
Inmate: A few reasons. First, because I haven't seen you before.
Guard: ...
Inmate: And second, because you're talking to me.
Guard: Why wouldn't I talk to you?
Inmate: Because the Warden ordered the guards not to.
Guard: Yeah, well. Fuck the Warden.
Inmate: Sssh. Don't let him hear you say that.
Guard: I can't stand the bastard. He treats everyone like dirt.
Inmate: I've noticed.
Guard: Is it true what they say? You beat up Dr. Madden, on the day of his visit, just to get moved here.
Inmate: ...
Guard: Because I can see why. You've got privacy. Space. A nice soft mattress and a clean toilet.
Inmate: And the best view in the house.
Guard: (laughs) What view?
Inmate: Oh, I don't know. Yours, for starters.
Guard: Yeah, you can't go wrong with a girl in uniform.
Inmate: Definitely not.
Guard: You got a real smart mouth, you know that?
Inmate: Do I?
Guard: I've had plenty of prisoners try to charm me. But you're the first one who acts like he already has.
Inmate: I hope it's a good thing.
Guard: It depends.
Inmate: On what?
Guard: What else you can do with your smart mouth.
Inmate: Oh?
Guard: Oh, yeah.
Inmate: Well. Maybe there's a thing or two I could show you.
Guard: Maybe you could.
Inmate: You'd have to open the door, first.
Guard: ...
Inmate: You won't regret it.
Guard: What makes you think I'd do such a thing?
Inmate: You want to.
Guard: Oh, do I?
Inmate: You're interested already, aren't you?
Guard: (breathing).
Inmate: Come a little closer.
Guard: I'm not supposed to.
Inmate: Just for a second.
Guard: Okay.
(Footsteps).
Inmate: Hmm. You've got the most gorgeous lips.
Guard: Thanks.
Inmate: And such a sweet smile.
Guard: Yeah?
Inmate: What kind of girl wears red lipstick under a guard's visor?
Guard: (laughs) A bad one.
Inmate: Very bad.
Guard: What about you?
Inmate: Oh, I'm already bad.
Guard: That's not what I meant.
Inmate: What then? You want to find out how bad?
Guard: ...
Inmate: Open the door.
Guard: (whispers) I can't.
Inmate: Oh, yes, you can.
Guard: The cameras.
Inmate: Nobody watches them.
Guard: You don't know that.
Inmate: I do. Solitary is a dead zone. Everyone's attention is on the cameras in the general population wing.
Guard: I can't risk it.
Inmate: What have you got to lose?
Guard: My job.
Inmate: They won't fire you.
Guard: Why wouldn't they?
Inmate: The place is short-staffed. They need every name on the roster, and then some.
Guard: But they might dock my pay.
Inmate: Or transfer you to a cushier spot.
Guard: Cushier?
Inmate: They're starting a parole program for tracking inmates. Check in on their progress after they've left the facility. It pays well.
Guard: How do you know?
Inmate: The new psychicker told me.
Guard: The psychicker?
Inmate: The jolly fellow from Bandle. The one with the paunchy jowl and buck teeth.
Guard: O'Neil?
Inmate: That's the one.
Guard: But they've been offering that job for weeks, and nobody's taken it.
Inmate: Why's that?
Guard: It's dangerous. Most of the parolees are from the Undercity. They'd sooner slit your throat than take orders.
Inmate: Only a small fraction. Most are low-level criminals. They're harmless.
Guard: Still. I don't like it.
Inmate: You're bored here, aren't you?
Guard: ...
Inmate: Admit it. You are.
Guard: Maybe.
Inmate: I'd hate to think that a sweet girl like you had to go all day and night, bored and lonely.
Guard: I'm not lonely.
Inmate: You're not?
Guard: Of course not. I'm surrounded by men. Trapped, and feisty, ready to explode.
Inmate: That gets you hot, huh?
Guard: Yeah.
Inmate: You can waltz up to any man's cage. Get up close and whisper in his ear. Let him get a whiff of your perfume. Tell him what's going to happen, watch him squirm, then walk away. Does it turn you on?
Guard: Yeah.
Inmate: So what's stopping you?
Guard: Nothing.
Inmate: Unlock the door.
Guard:  ...
Inmate: You won't regret it.
Guard: You've said that.
Inmate: And still, you're afraid.
Guard: I'm not afraid.
Inmate: No?
Guard: Of course not. You're locked up. You can't touch me.
Inmate: I could, if you let me.
Guard: If you think I'll fall for that—
Inmate: I won't lay a finger on you, unless you ask me to.
Guard: That's easy to say.
Inmate: I never make promises I can't keep.
Guard: And if you can't keep that one?
Inmate: You'll have my balls in a vice.
Guard: Yeah, I will.
Inmate: (sings)
Guard: You have a pretty voice.
Inmate: And a dirty mouth.
Guard: ...
Inmate: You could have my mouth, if you wanted.
Guard: ...
Inmate: (sings)
Guard: Fine. I'll let open the door. But we're going to do this on my terms.
Inmate: Anything you want.
Guard: Anything?
Inmate: Yes.
Guard: So, you'll do exactly what I say.
Inmate: Yes.
Guard: Get down on your knees.
Inmate: Alright.
Guard: Put your hands behind your back.
Inmate: Okay.
Guard: Now, I'm going to unlock the door. I'll put the key in my pocket. If you make a single move, or touch me without my permission, I'll pull out my baton, and break every bone in your body.
Inmate: I promise. I won't lay a finger on you.
Guard: ...
Inmate: ...
(sound of a key turning in a lock, and a door opening.)
Guard: Crawl over here.
Guard: On my knees?
Guard: That's right. Keep those hands behind your back.
Inmate: Like a good little doggie, hm?
Guard: Yeah, you've really got a smart mouth.
Inmate: And you've done this before.
Guard: Have I?
Inmate: Oh, I can tell. You like the Fissure-boys, don't you?
Guard: The girls, too.
Inmate: Of course you do. It's all about the filth. Rolling in it, then grinding it under your heel. Knowing it can never be more than a spot of fun. After, you can lock it right back in its cage.
Guard: You're pretty dirty yourself, aren't you?
Inmate: You've no idea.
Guard: I've had a few of your kind. They're all the same. All teeth, and empty stomachs.
Inmate: And a tongue that knows its way around a cunt.
Guard: Fuck, yeah.
Inmate: You like that, don't you? Putting the dirty ones to use.
Guard: That's what they're good for. Licking our boots, and crawling around on the floor, like dogs. 
Inmate:  You've done that before too, eh?
Guard: Maybe.
Inmate: Yeah, you have. And more than once. Gulled a desperate prisoner, and made him into a toy. Whored him out to the other guards for kicks. And a little extra clink of coin in your purse.
Guard: Yeah, it's a real rush.
Inmate: Is it?
Guard: Having total control.
Inmate: You can have that again.
Guard: Oh, yeah?
Inmate: I'm here, aren't I? At your feet. Hands behind my back. Ready to do anything you ask.
Guard:  I'm going to ask you to do a lot of things.
Inmate: (chuckles) I'll enjoy every one.
Guard: Take my skirt off.
Inmate: Alright.
(Sound of a belt being undone, and fabric rustling.)
Guard: Nice and slow.
Inmate: Like this?
Guard: Yeah, like that.
Inmate: Oh my. Not a stitch under that little uniform.
Guard: No.
Inmate: And such a soft, smooth cunt.
Guard: (breathing heavily)
Inmate: So wet already. Is that for me?
Guard: Don't flatter yourself.
Inmate: Do I need to? Your thighs are trembling.
Guard: Lick me.
Inmate: Like that?
Guard: Oh, fuck, yes.
Inmate: Mm.
Guard:  Gods, that mouth...
Inmate: Mmmmmm.
Guard: ...oh, fuck, I love that...
Inmate: What's your name?
Guard: I'm not—not supposed to tell you.
Inmate: It's only fair, since I'm lapping up every inch of your juicy little box.
Guard: Fuck, you are dirty.
Inmate: What's your name, peach?
Guard: Mar-Margot.
Inmate: Mmm. That's a sweet name. Sweet as you are.  
Guard: Keep licking. Fuck. Don't stop.
Inmate: Like that?
Guard: Yes! Oh, yeah, lick me, just like that. Fuck, oh fuck.
(sound of heavy breathing. sound of moaning.)
(sound of a blow, and a cry.)
Guard: Fucking hell!
Inmate: Poor peach. Did that hurt?
Guard: Let go of me, you fucking bastard!
Inmate: No, I don't think so.
Guard: You son of a bitch. You said—
Inmate: Yes, and I'm a lying sump-rat. Anyway, I don't make promises to your kind.
Guard: What's that supposed to mean?
Inmate: (sings)
Guard: Stop it. If I scream—
Inmate: Who will hear? I told you already. The wing's a dead zone. Nobody watches the cameras.
Guard: I'll report you—
Inmate: You'll report yourself. After all, it was your key that got you inside, wasn't it?
(silence and heavy breathing.)
Guard: What the fuck do you want?
Inmate: I have an itch, sweet peach. An itch I've had for a very, very, very long time. And you're going to scratch it.
Guard:  Oh gods. Please. No—
Inmate: Sssh. Nothing so indelicate. We're going to stay right here. With my hand wrapped around your pretty throat, and your back pressed up against the wall. And we'll have ourselves a little talk.
Guard: I—
Inmate: Ssssh. What did you think was going to happen, when you opened that door?
Guard: I thought—
Inmate: What? You'd let the sump-raker out of his cell, and he'd fall all over himself to please you. 
Guard: No, I—
Inmate: Yes, you did. You thought I'd eat your cunt like a starved man, and thank you for the chance. After all, that's where Fissure-trash belong, don't we? Kneeling, with your boot on our necks.
Guard: ...no, please, I'm sorry...!
Inmate:  Hush. I'm not angry. I'd grateful.
Guard: G-Grateful?
Inmate: The Kindred could've sent me a hundred guards. Each one old, and dumb, and ugly as boiled arse. And none of them would've been able to help me. Not the way a clever girl like you can.
Guard: H-how can I help you?
Inmate: You can start by listening.
Guard: O-Okay.
Inmate: Good. Tonight, you'll complete your rounds. Same as usual. You'll say nothing of our encounter. Tomorrow, and every day after, you'll visit my cell. Bring me what I ask.
Guard: What do you want?
Inmate: Books. Ink. Paper. I've a few messages to pass on.
Guard: What's to stop me from ratting you out?
Inmate: My hand at your throat.
Guard: ...
Inmate: That, and I'm right. You are bored. So bored you took a chance on a caged animal locked behind bars. Now, I'm giving you a purpose. Something exciting. Something fun.
Guard: ...
Inmate: There's a place for you, peach. A place where a clever, greedy, restless girl like you can be more than a cog. You like Fissure-boys on their knees, and Fissure-girls on a string, do you? You like to yank, and watch them dance. Well, there's a whole city of puppets down below. And I'm offering you the key. All you need to do is to leave my lock ajar.
Guard: I can't—
Inmate: Not often. Just now and then.
Guard: ...
Inmate: I've told you. I'm not angry. But the Kindred might be. If you refuse me.
Guard: (breathing heavily).
Inmate: Well?
Guard: I'll... I'll do it.
Inmate: (sings)
Guard: Stop singing. Gods, just stop!
Inmate: I always sing when I'm out of smokes.
Guard: I—I can get you cigarettes.
Inmate: Good. I'll expect a carton every night.
Guard: Okay.
Inmate: And books. And whiskey. And canned sardines.
Guard: Alright.
Inmate: And a knife, too.
Guard: Shit! No—I can't get a weapon in here.
Inmate: A letter opener, then.
Guard: Fuck, I don't like this.
Inmate: No. I imagine you don't. But you like a lot of other things, don't you?
Guard: ...
Inmate: I do think, when the time's right, you should transfer to that parole program.
Guard: Why?
Inmate: Because I'll be eligible in a year's time. And I've a feeling we'll get along better, when we're both outside Stillwater’s walls.
Guard: Fuck. You're crazy.
Inmate: So why are you nodding?
Guard: Because...
Inmate: You like that I'm crazy. And you know we can help each other.
Guard: ...
Inmate: Now, how about I let go of your neck? And you slip your skirt back on.
Guard: And then what?
Inmate: Oh, we'll see about it tomorrow.
Guard: (breathing heavily).
Inmate: You'll be back, peach. And, I suspect, you'll have a little something extra for me.
Guard: Maybe.
Inmate: That's a good girl. Now, go on. Get dressed.
(sound of rustling clothes.)
Guard: Bastard.
Inmate: Have a nice shift, peach.
(sound of door closing, and footsteps, and the key turning in a lock.)
(inmate resumes singing)
End recording.
Notes:
- Inmate is showing marked improvement in his behavior.
- Inmate shows receptiveness to toward rehabilitation.
- Inmate has requested to work with Doctor O'Neil.
- Inmate should remain muzzled at all times.
- All guards are advised not to engage in direct contact with Inmate 238453 for any reason.
Petition to Piltover Parole Board
Subject: Parole application for Inmate #238453.
Requestor: Stillwater Correctional Facility - Psych Ward - Dr. O'Neil
Summary:
After extensive study, we can conclude that Inmate 238453 exhibits excellent progress, both cognitively and socially. He has demonstrated a strong desire for rehabilitation, and has successfully engaged with our psychotherapy programs. He has not had any altercations or incidents for the past twelve months, has engaged constructively with other inmates, and shown a high interest in group-therapy. In his private sessions with me, he has expressed remorse for his actions, and a wish to contribute to society.  
Recommendation:
In light of Inmate 238453's good behavior and outstanding progress, we recommend his application for parole be accepted.
Attachment:
Stillwater Correctional Facility Case History
- Psychological Evaluation:
- Behavioral Evaluation:
- Medical Evaluation:
- Letters of Recommendation:
1. From Doctor O'Neil, Stillwater Correctional Facility:
2. From Margot Baffier, Stillwater Correctional Facility:
Reply from Piltover Parole Board to requestor
Summary:
We have reviewed your recommendation for parole. Based on our own analysis, we have approved your recommendation.
Inmate 238453 will be released from custody on the following conditions:
1. He is not permitted to be in contact with any of his former associates in the Undercity.
2. He is not permitted to leave the Fissures, nor may he travel without an official permit.
3. He must reside at a registered parole address.
4. He must refrain from using, distributing, or being in the company of narcotics or alcohol.
5. He is prohibited from possessing weapons or sharp objects, and must not enter establishments where weapons are allowed.
6. He is required to obtain employment within two weeks of his release.
7. He must remain in good standing, and cannot have any violations of parole, or else he will be returned to Stillwater.
8. He is required to check in with his parole officer on a weekly basis, and must present proof of his residence, employment, and personal effects.
Assigned Parole Officer:
Margot Baffier
Assigned Parole Address:
7803 Old Cannery
Entresol
Zone 3
Release Date:
23/10/1950
End report.
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