𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑳 !

#𝙶𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂. a hyper-selective, canon-critical portrayal of  𝑽 𝑰 from the fortiche animated league of legends series:   𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒. this blog operates at varying speeds with occasional bouts of inactivity; patience is a virtue.   viewer discretion is advised due to dark themes & adult content. established 2024.

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒   ...   ♡   gnpwder. zaunsparked. fielyte. j1nxer. gunclick. seivka.

A  COMBATIVE EXPLORATION OF parentified eldest daughter syndrome, alcoholism, violence & rage, survivor's guilt, butch lesbianism, classism & the abuse of authority, sisterhood and what it means to fail it, pouring out all you can give, poverty, the color red, & the prison system.

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the walls of this room press in like a breathing thing, squeezing you too closely together; not quite touching, but near enough that her close proximity sets your skin ablaze with irritation. makes you twitchy and hyper aware of her scent, of mannerisms you hadn't had time to notice while you'd fought, snarled, chased each other through piltover's streets, of how hard it is to throw a good punch within a space this tight. ( damn the owner of this little food shack for not investing in a larger maintenance closet. ) " if we hadn't been playing duck duck kill the goose, we wouldn't have caught all that enforcer attention. remember who started that? hint: not me. " it was the mystery assassin with her eyes set on a target who wasn't even you, but you'd acted before you could even think it through. protected first, asked questions later.

hands.

hands can do so much. they're extremely versatile, much like yourself. they can nourish, they can pray, they can comfort. but we both know that's not what you use yours for, is it? you know as well as i do how hands can maim, can strangle, can destroy. they are unthinking and unfeeling, and unlike the others, they do not act off instinct but off of command. every act you commit is purposeful, filled with an intent, sometimes to be cruel and sometimes to be kind. you know who is deserving of your hurt, who is deserving of your love. always make sure you can tell them apart before you wrap those hands around them.

zeri is a lightning bug that never switches off. burning herself out with an attention-grabbing brilliance; it's all you can do not to shield your eyes, not to scan the dance floor with bloodshot vision just to see how many other people here are as similarly drawn in. ( how many wandering eyes? how many asses to kick? ) her persistence tastes even worse than that last drink, impacts your balance with more devastating results. this table holds you up so @zaunsparked doesn't have to. " that mess is my life now. don't remember giving you a say in what i do or where i go. " know this isn't coming from her, anyway; this has ekko's fingerprints on it, the leftover concern of a brother who must still not know any better. ( haven't all your glaring mistakes filled him up yet? ) light and shadow dance across zeri's face, distort her features into something too close to personal, so you focus on everything else. music too loud to think through, twitchy body language to feed your distrust, a migraine screaming to life between your temples.

your hands tremble, traitorous and weak. needed his reassurance more than you'll ever confess, so you're grateful he gives it freely, though you despise yourself a little for needing it. who are you to seek that shred of comfort when he's the one dripping blood on the floor? focus. pull yourself together, daughter of @wrathuncaged, or you're not much worth that title at all.

so you do. you work more efficiently under his watchful eye; his gaze has never thrown you like another adult's might, never felt the burden of scrutiny or judgment from him. that's how you finish off his bandages with a flare of appreciation for your own handiwork, faint smile piercing through the blanket of concern you'd worn just moments earlier. ❛ we're gonna let her be jealous. ❜ your words are more unkind than you'll ever be; can already see yourself holding out the roll of bandages to powder the moment you return to her, just so she won't find a real reason to match you. ❛ builds character. ❜

JULIA ........ my walking spidermen pointing at each other meme ...... <333 you're so nice for this i'll throw up rn. genuinely want to gnaw my own hands off about your writing and i'll never even know how to put it into words? the way you found that perfect medium between truly poetic and direct + easy to absorb with your writing makes me so jealous let me study u. let me into ur mind. the fact that you then combine that writing skill with such a solid grasp of all the fascinating workings into the mind of one of my all time favorite characters just makes me WEAK and u know this. i love reading every last one of your effortless takes on sevika's personality, i love the understanding you bring to her that so few people can seem to manage (such as where she'd actually stand politically and all the ways in which she's more than Angry Brown Woman), i genuinely can't pick just one thing i love about your sevika or i'll die ... you ARE sevika ... to ME ... *develops parasocial bond*

ninaaaaa PLS ... <3 you are such a sweetheart and i'm so excited to see you pick up nat too ik you're going to do such an amazing job with her!!! the way you breathe life into such a minor (but why is she so minor btwwww??) character like felicia is so rewarding to see every day. absolutely obsessed with all the Love you put into her and i know i'm biased but particularly the level of detail you put into her dynamics with her daughters PLUS that strong backbone she has that's so reminiscent of her daughters to me PLUS all the potential verses you put out there is just chef's kiss. more people in the rpc should aspire to your level of creativity + character immersion imo. sooooo excited for more interactions and threads <333