#chempunk

BUT how about a garage riot grrrl acid punk band from Zaun with Jinx and Ekko and Zeri or something?? one song, pretty please???

Legends of Runeterra Piltover & Zaun Card Artworks Part 2

Had a dream about a crazed city. It was somewhere between chempunk and cyberpunk in aesthetic, similar to the appearance of Zaun from the animated series Arcane. The atmosphere of the city was constantly that of a festival, verging on the edge of madness. There was just one main thoroughfare, and aside from that the buildings crowded in so closely on all sides that they blocked out the sky. It was like living in the bottom of a canyon. Everything was neon colours, metal walls and streets, grime, and a strict food chain apparent just by glancing at the way the crowd moved and parted around higher-ranking people. It felt like you could get shaken down or assaulted in broad daylight in the middle of the street, and rather than intervening, people would just form a ring and start taking bets.

I don’t remember how I got there, but I was new in town, living on the streets without anywhere to go back to. I must’ve gotten hurt somehow, because I couldn’t walk right. I was with a girl who had short, punk hair, dyed blonde but with dark roots, a bit like Gwen’s hair from Into the Spiderverse. She must’ve realized I needed help and didn’t understand how this place worked, because she was leading me somewhere quieter and out of the public eye.

With one arm around her shoulder and the other holding my side, I followed her to a place that looked like a tattoo parlour. Inside, it was divided roughly into two sections. One was a cramped area for clients with a single plush chair for them to sit in while getting work done, with neon lights and stenciled designs covering the black walls. The other was a cozy living area with wooden walls and floors, a big couch that leaked stuffing, and aging recliners crowded around a coffee table and a TV. A hallway led further in, presumably where private rooms were. There were far more people hanging out there than could comfortably fit, and the vibe was that of a group of street kids that had found a family in each other.

The oldest one there was a beefier guy with a man bun who seemed to be roughly in his late 20’s. The next oldest were me and the punk girl, approximately the same age, and then a few lanky teenagers and preteens, and the youngest were a pair of little kids that chased each other around the cramped environment. The place was buzzing with activity and noise, but in a comfortable, homey way. Nothing much happened in the dream; it was more of a 30-second snapshot in which I got to bear witness to a completely different world full of unique people.