Short Comic Based Off That One Post Where Sevika First Meets Silco By Mistaking Him For A Butch Lesbian

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life lessons from Dream & Hob

"Silco joined back with Vander in the good AU and that's why Zaun is free"

"No Vander joined back up with Silco and realized that revolution is necessary and THAT'S why Zaun is free"

Wrong and wrong. They joined back up with each other and worked together. The AU we see in S2E7 could not have come about from Vander's peace-favoring complacency, but it also couldn't have come about from Silco flooding the streets with steroids on steroids, turning half their society into unwitting, addicted supersoldiers and terrifying Piltover into acquiescence with the help of a bunch of mad scientists and drug lords. That would have probably worked insofar as independence, but it wouldn't have resulted in the healthy thriving Zaun that we see.

Silco (and Vi's death) forced Vander to accept that remaining under Piltover's boot was no longer an option and demands needed to be made, with violence if necessary. Vander (and Vi's death) helped Silco to understand that wantonly sacrificing the health and safety of Zaunites was not a sustainable solution to build the country that they had promised Felicia.

They are each other's foils, and they are a parallel to Vi and Jinx. Remember Jinx's line from Blisters and Bedrock? "Last time he needed us we tried to go at it on our own, and everything was never the same. I thought maybe this time we could try it together." (Or something to that effect)

Only by working together could the fathers of Zaun create the world that they dreamed of.

Update for my Beholding portrait.

I haven't gotten to any of the fun detailing yet, but considering that I'm not a good painter, and I have zero experience with any of the mediums involved, and I'm pulling every step of this out of the ether, it's coming together pretty well.

I love you Ceaseless Watcher 🫶🫶

You don't have to love me back.

Really looking forward to being able to see this from my bed. And have it see me, of course.

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Imagine you're some skinny revolutionary twenty-something in Zaun. Your whole life you've been disadvantaged and born into a place where your very life is considered unimportant, but you desperately want to be treated with respect, and a life of comfort and luxury is secretly so appealing to you after working yourself into dust since you were old enough to stand. You worked in the mines, your small body struggling to keep up with your brick shithouse colleagues. But you keep up, because you have to. It isn't all bad, you make friends. Good friends. You and your best friend start writing plans and working to give your city the dignity it deserves. You fall in love. Your lover / best friend is practically double your size and filled with righteous anger but you love that about him. You trust all of your people, especially him, with your life.

Tensions with Piltover get hotter and you and he plan an uprising. You've never seen that many enforcers in one place, Zaunites are always easily able to overpower them. You are certain you've got this in the bag. But there are more of them than you expected on the bridge, and the conflict starts immediately with tear gas and bombs. You throw a Molotov at one of those pigs and they're set on fire. You're proud of yourself until bullets come showering down. You're skinny and quick, you're not an easy target, you can hit the ground. But your brick shithouse colleagues can't. You see two of your closest friends, parents to two little girls, dead on the ground. You don't know where your partner is. You keep fighting. At some point a bomb, a grenade, something goes off and shrapnel peels away your eyelid and half the skin off your face.

The smoke settles. You can't find your partner anywhere, but you don't see a body. After looking for hours, you find him wading in the Pilt. People often bury their dead at the Pilt. You figure he saw your dead friends and is here to mourn. You try to join him. Your face is killing you but there's no medical care to be found, your chest is crushed with the agony of seeing your friends' corpses and knowing in some way, it's your fault. Maybe if you didn't throw that Molotov, maybe they wouldn't have shot, maybe your friends would still be alive.

But you're relieved, so relieved, to find your partner alive and uninjured. You want him to hold him in those ridiculously huge arms and you want to mourn with him, for him to make you feel safe like always. But when you approach him, arms outstretched to receive him, he looks at you like you're a monster, like he doesn't recognize you, and before you realize it, the person you love more than anything in the world, one of your only remaining friends, has his hands around your throat and is holding you underwater. You've never experienced his strength like this. You can't believe it's real. He must have lost his mind. You try to get away, but he grabs your neck and shoves you in the water again. You're swallowing it, it's rushing into your eye, a hole directly to your brain, water filled with corpses and necrotizing bacteria and toxic chemical waste. You don't understand why. You only understand that you need to escape.

Then you finally manage to get away and somewhat recover only to learn that everyone you knew and cared about took his side, and blames you for the losses at the bridge, and you're no longer welcome in the thriving district you helped build.

No fucking wonder Silco had a catastrophic crash-out.

TMA lino print from class!

Heart of the hex

Gerry!

Arcane writers were too scared to put these two in the same room together smh….

If I imagine me and my partner doing an escape room I know I'd take charge and read the initial prompt out loud to try to get us both started. Then I'd immediately start brainstorming out loud on solutions. And I'd hope my partner would "yes and" me and match my energy. But they wouldn't. They'd just follow my lead, so I'd end up solving the puzzles close to solo. And it isn't necessarily great for either of us, because they'd feel left behind with how fast I charge ahead, and I'd feel alone in my enthusiasm and skill. And that just... It matches up with nearly every relationship I've had so far. I just want someone to bounce ideas with. Someone who will take charge with me. An equal. But I always end up in a leader/follower dynamic. And I really gotta reflect on whether I need to slow down or have being at the same level as a must have in a partner, or just continue leading in what I wished was a level playing field.

as a former escape room host i highly recommend doing an escape room as a first date. its a great way to learn how ppl react under pressure and how well they collaborate with you right off the bat. also more than once ive seen people enter an escape room as a couple and exit broken up LOL its a fantastic litmus test