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The lack of Vander&Jinx(Powder) fan content is criminal to me.
Although not much was shown, we could see how close they were
We could see it in that bar scene
and by how Powder drew hearts and rainbow around him, unlike poor Mylo.
His last words were about Powder goddamnit.
I REALLY like to think this YOU is Vander (aka Warwick). Especially since Jinx here sounds like she's holding back tears, and we hear Warwick howl at the end.
Arcane plz give me more of THIS tragic father/daughter bond!!!
#arcane#s2#Vander#Jinx#powder#warwick#league of legends#speculation#theory#i love him#wolf dad#jinx&silco is good but come on..
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“It’s only us. You’re my daughter. I’ll never forsake you.l”
I loved how their base colors turned out too much to not share them too.
#jinx#silco#jinx fanart#silco fanart#night and day#arcane#arcane fanart#the lanes#good dad silco#league of legends#jinx and silco#silco and jinx#NOT JILCO
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the arcane fandom is coming back alive and that means i’m gonna have to see more takes on the characters from people who do not understand media literacy and i’m not excited
#no silco wasn’t a good dad#they designed that relationship to be very toxic and it was supposed to make you uncomfortable#this is mainly what i’m talking about#arcane#arcane season 2
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WIP Wednesday - Mad Scientist Jinx
Jinx and Ekko stand back to back, pressed tight in the tiny container as it steadily fills up with water. No amount of stabbing or prying or kicking will get them out. Any bomb Jinx sets off will badly injure them at the very least. They're gonna die in here.
"Y'know I was alone too?" Ekko growls as he shifts, water lapping at their knees.
"What?" Jinx asks, her voice reverberating in their tiny coffin.
"I lost everyone. Same as you. I was alone, did you ever think about that, that I was just as scared and alone as you were?"
"Yeah, well, you've got a bunch of friends now so I don't know what you're crying about." Jinx scoffs.
"Well maybe I wanted my best friend." Ekko shoots back. "Maybe Vi coming back meant just as much to me, maybe I wanted my family back too."
Jinx is silent and lets Ekko's voice bounce around, it's tinny, almost like the voices in her head. He slogs his legs through the water, still trying to escape. Jinx sits still, watching detachedly as the water slowly creeps higher. It's over, she's going to die, really and truly. This isn't like playing fast and loose with her tonic, or having shaves with her bombs. She's going to drown. Hiding just seems pointless.
"I just…wanted to keep her around before she realized I wasn't her sister anymore."
Ekko pushes against her, still trying to escape. "What?"
"Vi's sister is weak and helpless and innocent." Jinx rests the back of her head on Ekko's shoulder. "Do I look innocent to you?"
Ekko scoffs.
"I know you don't wanna hear this, but I missed you." Jinx croaks.
Ekko scoffs again but Jinx presses on.
"I'm serious, I really did. I thought you were dead, and by the time I realized you weren't, I was so…different." Jinx's voice cracks.
"I couldn't handle it, that everyone was gone and it was my fault. So I had to become someone else, someone who could take it, someone who could do it again on purpose." Jinx blinks back tears.
"What are talking about?" Ekko asks, sounding confused and frustrated and maybe even scared.
Jinx never told him what happened, icy fear keeping it down even though he'd already wanted nothing to do with her. It was one thing for her to chase him off, pretending that she'd actually shoot him. It was something else entirely to make the same mistake twice and have him reject her.
"I didn't want you to leave me too." She whispers.
"You didn't even give me a chance." Ekko's voice wobbles.
The water is up to their necks now, there's only so long they can hold their breath.
"I'm sorry. For everything."
"I'm sorry too."
The water's at their chins, they're both struggling to keep their head above water, pretending they don't hear the other sobbing.
"Hey Ekko?" Jinx lets her tears fall freely. "If we get out of this, do you wanna play paintball with me?"
Ekko's hand finds hers and he interlocks their fingers. "Yeah," He sniffs. "I'll win this time."
They both laugh. The water goes over their heads. Ekko takes a big breath, Jinx does not.
#don't come at me this is a draft#anyway Singed has a different relationship with Jinx than Silco does as he had a child before#I can't say he was a good dad but i do think it changed how Jinx sees herself and the incident#neither Silco nor Singed made Jinx she remade herself so she could stay alive#this is the turning point in their relationship btw i hope you guys like ut for real this has been a struggle#arcane#wip Wednesday#mad Scientist Jinx#timebomb#ekko#jinx#my wips#my writing
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No Silco is not a good dad. You just have severe daddy issues. Please go to therapy. ❤️
#arcane#jinx#silco league of legends#league of legends#silco#jinx league of legends#Jinx Arcane#Silco arcane#silco and jinx#Silco is not a good dad
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This Mf is one sneeze away from meeting Vander (edit: it might seem crazy what I’m about to say…)
This Mf is one ratatouille away from looking like the food critic
This Mf is one age away from being put into a nursing home
This Mf is one cigar away from becoming Burntrap (edit: it might seem crazy what I’m about to say…)
This Mf is one toot away from being put into a wheelchair (edit: it might seem crazy what I’m about to say…)
#shitpost#arcane#silco#arcane silco#jokes#silco slander/jk#Mircon rambles#goofs#not serious#he’s a good dad#we appreciate him even though he’s a ‘bad guy’
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Moving with Silco is a big transition in life, and Powder sees the opportunity to change more. The first step is to embrace a new, more gender neutral name, a meaningful name...
#Jinx#trans jinx#trans egg jinx#Silco#arcane#fanart#names#transarcaneweek#last drop#arcane fanart#arcane jinx#my art#single panel comic#aroace Silco#Good dad Silco#Silco's A+ Parenting
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Lightcannon and arcane tumblr rate my Zaun family interactions now
#lightcannon#vi arcane#jinx arcane#good silco#silco arcane#dad silco#vi and silco#jinx and vi#jinx and silco#zaun family#thats just gonna be the tag i use til i find a real one for them :sob:#I firmly believe jinx would call silco homophobic about stupid shit while she says incredibly homophobic shit on the regular accidentally#'kinda fucking gay you like kissing men and shit. pussy scare you or smth' she says while drinking a juice box on her trans father's desk +#at 9am with just boxers and a tank top on.#she's only accidentally homophobic because she has no fucking filter and doesn't rethink fucking anything#also aroace jinx but just because i think this should be canon
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Arcane really said:
Hey, how about we get this man who has a bunch of trust issues, abandonment issues and major untreated ptsd who never had a positive role model after his traumatic experience and so his lonliness only served for him to develop toxic coping mechanisms and world ideals and is hellbent on getting the Nation of Zaun through any means necessary.
Yeah, let's make that man find a child who's as broken as he is (perhaps even more) who claims that her sister left her which leads said man to think that he and the girl have gone through the same pain of betrayal. They develop a loving, albeit codependent, father and daughter relationship that has weird vibes that is suppose to make us uncomfortable because it isn't a healthy relationship but that leads some of the audience to think that they're in a different type of relationship.
Let's make this man be both an amazing and horrible father mixed into one and make him raise the girl in a violent world which has no mental knowledge which makes said girl spiral even further into insanity but nonetheless the man still tries to help the only way he can.
Let's make this be such a complex relationship that is both loving and unhealthy which will then lead the audience to have internet wars about whether or not the man was a great father or not even though such titles will downplay either side of the relationship and the right way to approach it is to recognize that both the man and the girl were just two broken people who thought they were helping each but also served to make each worse.
However, despite all the issues, the man loved the girl so much he refused to give her up for his goals. His death and his final comforting words to the girl he calls his daughter will tug at the heartstrings of the audience whether or not they liked the man.
Let's do that and see what shitshow will happen in the fandom! :D
#silco#jinx#arcane#jesus#i hate them for that but i love them#give me more complex loving father daughter relationships plsplspls#the good dad bad dad debate is so old by this point let's please move on#arcane meta#still will beat anyone who makes bs about them#kuro-tori
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Excerpt: Old Vows
Sevika instigates an argument.
From ‘both sides of the moon,’ a oneshot exploring Silco and Sevika’s relationship through a series of business ventures.
cw: violence, manipulation, knives, implied past abuse
Full story on AO3
"Late night," he greets her. Hours of lost sleep gravel in his voice: pitch the words to a rougher lilt, lower than usual.
On any other night—bent over stacks of his shipping edicts, a fifth of whisky half-emptied and his fingers splayed about his temple; papers slipped and marked between them, weaving strategies to feed shimmer through Piltie supply chains—she may have found the sound familiar as anything: no different from the hum of music beneath their feet, or the lull of their city's racket past the panes. Comfortable, even.
Now, it strings tension through her metal joints, clear to the socket. Simmers and burns in her throat, in her teeth, in the clenching and unclenching of her fist.
"For all of us, seems like," she cuts back.
His head turns, marginally, like a cat crooking its ear. He knows her, enough. Knows exactly where this is going, without needing another word.
Slowly, he takes in a drag, huffing the smoke into their city's green. She hears his calluses grit across the parchment. Feels the way air sits in his throat, stifling about the room.
"You weren't there," he says eventually, tapping the spliff's ash into her littered tray on the railing.
Sevika shifts her jaw. "Neither were you."
"She's told me—"
"She?" Her boots thud across tiles capped with green and gold. "What about Dustin? Ran?" His spliff stills by his ear. "The little bitch blew that shit to pieces," she thunders on. "Just like old headquarters. Just like she'll do here, any damned day now—"
"I'd expect you to have more sense than this."
The words gut through her, quiet as they come—as though she's nothing more than a street-mutt that's gone off and disobeyed, refused to heel at his command.
It lights a fire in her chest, before she can care to douse it.
"To do what?" she growls, inches from his steel-straight shoulders, from the muscle flaring in his jaw. "Put my knife where it belongs?"
She's nose-to-nose with him, before she can blink. A tigress over a rabid wolf.
There's a tilt in Silco's head, to meet her eyes. She would take some sick shred of pride it in, were it any other man. But this is their nation's Eye, who stabbed Vander through the wall of meat at his back, and gutted him, belly to lung, without hesitation. Who caught wind of Ran's coin-sniffing brute of a brother, and shot the bastard, point-blank. Who once snapped Lock's bulging arm behind his back, manhandled him bodily down the floor during a scrap, and held him there, a snake's hiss at his ear: Try that again, and I'll take your hand, finger by finger—slower than you can dream, boy.
He'd survived an eternity in that coal-blackened hell—and he'd learned to fight dirty, to do it.
She'd learned to do the same, under countless men like him.
Smoke poisons the air between them. "To mind your mouth," Silco answers her, gristling off his cracked teeth, "before you find yourself without a tongue."
Sevika breathes smog and ash in. Breathes fire out.
Anger broils over the apprehension: burns spite in her blood.
"You'd put her before everything else," she blunders on. "The others—"
"You've yet to see her potential."
"—the damned cause—"
"You squash all that she can accomplish, now—feed those doubts back into her head, as much as her bloody sister had—"
"At least that hellbitch knew how to land a punch—"
And he devours her airspace, still as a cobra poised to strike: his eyes splicing into hers, that dead one red.
"How many times has she failed?" It comes as a whisper of a roar, the spliff crushed between his white-knuckled fingers. "How many?" Sevika fights the wrath in her throat: feels it slide past her teeth. She stands her ground. Drinks down the smoke on his breath, the heat of it simmering against her jaw. "How many times has she persevered, in the face of it?"
Sevika digs her claws into her palm: metal squeaking on metal. "She isn't you."
A spark in blood-blue: a twitch in the dark line of his lashes. Lowly, sharp as a blade, Silco hisses, "I know that."
"No, you don't." Because for all he may have reasoned it, claimed to see the girl as untapped strength on her own two legs, he saw too much of himself in her. Too much promise, where there was none. "She won't succeed, where you failed," she thunders on. "She's not a leader, Silco—she's just some scared little girl, looking for a fucking mother—"
In that teal eye, a spark of lightning. "Like yourself, then?"
Red snaps over her. Falls like a curtain-call to a black stage.
Distantly, there is fabric crumpling beneath the squeeze of her palm. Cool, silken: the crisp points of a collar. A pulse hammering against her thumb, her knuckles welding down through a slim shoulder, the doorframe rattling hard enough through his bones to ricochet back into her own.
Rage has her fingers a hair's breadth from his throat.
Curiosity has her captivated in the man she has stripped down, in the face of it.
Oh, she should fear this. Should turn tail and run, before he can bleed her where she stands. Not linger on the shadows of his skin, under raven-black fringe knocked out of place, where seaglass skews to midnight: on the swallow that shifts against her knuckles, his breath shivering into the heady heat of her own. Shouldn't dare to let her mind wander, thinking how he would look hauled back against that tattered old couch, her palm wrenched through the thick quills of his hair. Whether the creature she sees unearthed in him now would bare its teeth, twofold, or bury a husking breath into the cushions. Whether he'd snake that spindly hand around her wrist, a miner's strength still housed within it: let her fingertips drag over the thunder of his pulsepoint, and squeeze.
Jagged steel grazes the bared muscle at her waist, frigid in the cool air. It staggers breath back into her lungs, like the punch of a bullet. Metal kissing metal, ticking over the fastenings of her shirt: a deadly, leaden weight laid into the thick weave of her collar, easing her back on her heels, by fractions.
A dead man leers up at her. In his throat, the growl of a demon; in his eyes, hellfire blistering through the skin. Gooseflesh peppers down her nape.
"Are you sure you want to play this game?" he seethes—quietly, dangerously calm.
It's nothing near an invitation. But the fight in it's a threat as much as a vow. One he's given, countless times before—but never to her.
Sevika swallows liquid down a throat that burns.
"Is that what he'd say, to you?" she grits out, an implosion aimed and fired. And the man, the beast, stares back at her—and shutters closed. The fire dampened, the fight smothered. Buried four meters deep.
Vander's knife falls rigid against her clavicle. She uncoils her fingers from his collar, nail by nail.
In unison, the tether breaks.
#arcane#arcane fanfic#silco arcane#sevika arcane#silco & sevika#eye and teeth of zaun#per usual: jinx is the splint in sev's day#and silco will go down defending her like a good codependent dad because insulting jinx - by proxy - is insulting him#and janna rest ye soul those who dare#cw violence#cw knife#cw abuse#this is also slightly spicy#bc of course it is#this whole fic still gets me#man#i am fascinated by their dynamic#the gritty the dysfunctional the balancing#love writing every shade of it#and need to write more of it gh#silco and vander's dynamic was Complicated with a capital C and all the layers of that are getting hinted at here#make of it what you will#both sides of the moon#writing#fic excerpt
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Is it really a signing day if I don’t get carried away with a cozy dad warmup?
#arcane#silco#arcane fanart#silco fanart#illustration#jinx#jinx arcane#jinx fanart#jinx and silco#good dad silco#cozy dad vibes#powder#silco and powder#jason spisak#Jason spisak signing
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What If: At the tea party, Silco wasn’t as fast in getting his arm loose and pointing the gun at Vi.
(reminder- in the original scene, Jinx is in the middle of a breakdown and she starts shooting when she hears Silco cock the gun)
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Mylo, Claggor…
Jinx flinched. “Stop-“
Mom, Dad…
She couldn’t breathe. She dropped to the floor.
Me…
There were too many of them, they were too loud. Too loud, too loud, too real.
Jinx Jinx Jinx Jin-
“POWDER!” Bang-
That was the first thing she heard again. It was Vi, ramming her chair against the floor, trying physically and verbally to reach her sister.
But when Jinx heard it, it was just the scream of another monster. The shimmer coursing through her, Pow-Pow was swinging through the air before she even realized she was on her feet, firing at the monster. The mix of the gun and her screams managed to drown everything else out, as usual, and when it stopped it was quiet again. The only noise became the spluttering and gasping, she realized coming from a person who was actually in front of her.
It hadn’t yet fully hit her what she had done, but the longer she stood there staring at the bullet wounds in the girls chest, the more it started to settle.
“No…” Jinx let her gun drop to the floor and took a step towards Vi.
“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to…”
Vi finally looked up at her sister, straight into her glowing eyes. That’s when it hit, and Jinx quickly dropped to her knees in front the chair.
“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry-“ she cried. Her tears came out the same hue as her eyes, they burned her skin as they fell.
“Powder…” her hands clenched, and she brought them down hard onto Vi’s lap, gripping the fabric.
“Why?!” she screamed. “Why didn’t you stop- why did you leave- I…” Vi’s hand was still bound, but she reached for Jinx’s anyways. She hesitated, but she grabbed Vi’s hand.
“I didn’t want to hurt you, I promise, I’m sorry-“
“No, I’m sorry,” Vi squeezed her hand, it was weak. “I’m sorry I couldn’t chase the monsters away, Pow-pow…”
Jinx waited, but the rest never came, and Vi’s hand went limp and cold. When Jinx looked back into her eyes and saw the glimmer of death she was so familiar with, she gasped and pushed herself away the chair, falling back onto the ground. She finally heard the footstep behind her and spun towards them, eyes frantically searching. Silco’s concerned face calmed her enough to stop looking for a weapon, and she turned back to the body in front of her.
“I… I killed her…” her voice sounded calmer than before, but the tears continued. She would find out later that they had left light chemical burns in their tracks, but she wouldn’t care.
“… Yes, you did…”
It was quiet for barely another moment before the dam broke in Jinx. Silco took the moment to think, not of how to stop what was to come next, but how to stop as much damage as possible.
Her hands flew to her hair, nails ready to draw blood, and she screamed. She screamed with more anguish than Silco was sure he’d ever heard from her before. Filled with pain and loss, the first loss of her sister, the final one. The loss of her past self, finally dead once and for all. All those years ago, she had thought Powder died with her family. She had struggled with herself, her identity, fighting to push out the last of the weak child. But now, the last thing to keep Powder alive was gone.
Jinx had finally killed the last of the past, and along with it, the part of herself that still needed her sister. And the death still hurt as much as it did ten years ago. Her sobs died down as she again noticed the figure kneeled next to her had shifted, always close but never intruding.
“Oh, my dear child… I’m so sorry.” Silco’s voice was soft and genuine. Jinx knew he didn’t mean he was sorry she was dead, but he was sorry for the pain it caused Jinx.
“You’ve gotten past this pain before and you will again,” Jinx finally looked at him, for the first time since she had accused him of betraying her. For such a fresh wound it seemed ages old. She hesitated and he noticed, and he tried for the first time to touch her. She allowed the hand on her shoulder and looked into Silco’s eyes, pleading.
“Jinx, I never would have given you to them, not for anything. You have to know that, you’re my daughter-“ He held her face gently when the next purple tear fell. “I would burn both cities to the ground before I would give you up.”
She cried harder as she threw herself into his arms, like that first night. Fear gripped her, knowing that what she had been dubbed was now true- a jinx. Knowing that Silco was the only thing she loved and had not ruined yet, that his luck may soon run out. But when he wrapped his arms around her and held her like he did when she was a child, like he did for all the years after, she couldn’t bring herself to move away. She choked on a sob and he brought his hand to her face once more, gently turning her to look at him.
The glowing orange eye had never scared her the way it did other people. Paired with the adoring blue, it brought her ease.
“Don’t cry, Jinx. You’re perfect.”
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yeah.. i finished arcane and it’s been ruining my life for the last six months. enjoy my own misery.
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Ok I have officially had enough of you bitches. Vi gets a weird amount of hate in this fandom for no fucking reason and her being one of the two main lesbian characters in the cast makes that more gross like I've read the same fucking rotten ass cold take about how she's a horrible sister and that her freaking out that HER 8 y/o SISTER SHE TOLD TO STAY AT HOME KILLED HER FAMILY AT THE AGE OF 15 is some type of absolute manipulative, violent bullshit only to go around romanticizing Jinx and Silco. Like yes they are a cute lil play on the found father/daughter trope, but like lets go back to using all of our brains people like he literally drew her deeper and deeper into her delusions and manipulated her into distrust and isolation. Like I'm afraid for some of you, the inability to see red flags here is very concerning.
#and don't go hes a good dad just not a healthy one cus yall have lost the privellege to say that.#the more and more I reflect on the relationship the more disturbing I find it#like the fan art was cute don't get me wrong I understand silco does love her but love is not always enough#and like erasing his crimes to make him seem better like ???#I'm sick of Vi getting an unnecessary amount of cruelty in some of these comments like its gross#my baby don't deserve that#league of legends arcane#arcane is everything i think about like everyday now its a little scary...the girl is obsessed#silco & jinx#caitvi#caitlynarcane#caitlyn kiramman#jinx and caitlyn#violet x caitlyn#jinxarcane#I will blow up all these tags to strike those with an ill tongue
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Found family and bad guy with a good heart trope with strange looking but oddly alluring men being fathers to their troubled daughters.
#Gru#Silco#Despicable Me#Arcane#and before you come at me#Gru literally made them a bedtime story book#he RUSHED TO THEIR RECITAL#HES A GOOD DAD
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Fic idea :
POV outsider : several arcane characters witnessing Silco being a good dad to Jinx, and feeling very conflicted about it.
#It's like 'heartbreaking : the worst person you know is a great dad'#Like?? I want Vi to see that Silco actually loves Jinx and feeling Weird about it#On one hand ?? It's good that her sister had a good dad all these years?? On the other hand?? It's Silco??#arcane#jinx league of legends#vi league of legends#silco league of legends#dripping stardust
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I hate the ‘was Silco a good dad’ debate cos it’s so irrelevant, like ppl can’t have fun with movies anymore, I guess? Did anyone ever bitch about ppl thinking of Vader as a good dad (best dad in the galaxy! even) cos his interactions with his son are cute? I don’t think so, and he cut off Luke’s hand. I want that for us.
#silco best villain dad 2022 let’s go#honestly the same applies to 'was vi a good sister'#like?? everyone in arcane is fucked up#the only ppl who care are the ones who hold grudges against fictional characters#silco#jinx#silco and jinx#arcane#arcane fandom#my:arcane
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