Vi - Blog Posts
Accurate representation of arcane
(Part 2 of my other post)
More chaotic Soulsborne/Arcane snippets from my disaster of a dream
CAITVI + THE RED THREAD OF FATE
An invisible thread that connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.
Think this is my favorite piece of art ever rn FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸 (art is by sappherioo on Twitter I will post link in replies!)
Found this on pinterest, thought it related 💀
Leave my baby butch ass alone I just wanted to be like my dad 😭💀
Is hallucinating Caitlyn like hereditary or…
that clip really was just
Vi has been beating the piss out of this man for 7+ years 😭
A.K.A. VI AND VANDER
Arcane leakers make me sick. I waited TWO WHOLE YEARS only to be spoiled by an edit 😭
The fact that I've seen people saying that she's trying to 'Jinx' it....she is not ☠️ I don't think y'all understand how much Jinx loves her sister.
JINX BETTING ON VI
Rewatched it 7 times ouch ☠️
• Mourning (Alt! Timeline) •
Haven't updated my blog in over a year, huh? Well, arcane season 2 emotionally destroyed me, and even though I have my fair share of issues, I can not stop thinking about episode seven and the alternative timeline. I am not much of a fan that Vi had to die in said AU to bring true unity between Zaun and Piltover (Heimerdinger helped in that too obviously!) due to the fact the writers themselves have said they grew... tired of Vi in season 2, which led to her being so shafted. I can't help but having that statement leave kind of a bad taste in my mouth but anyways, it is a sad reality but we all know Vi would be more than glad to sacrifice her own life if it meant her family and the people of Zaun could truly live as one. Anyways, sorry about my rambling everyone, here's some family comforting one another because I will now ramble about them in this AU!!!
• I think the general sentiment regarding the family is that Vi was the oldest, Claggor one year younger than Vi, Mylo was 2 years younger than Vi, and obviously Powder was the youngest. Which meant after Vi's death, Claggor would most likely be the next one in charge of being the oldest sibling figure and we know that was NOT fun for him at all.
• Claggor definitely felt immense pressure to be like Vi, as in a caretaker and a leader, but we know he's always preferred to be one to support those he loves quietly from the side. Him and Mylo were forced to mature to take care of Powder and Claggor absolutely was the.. better sibling of the two. Doesn't mean the guy didn't feel any less stress and fear that he could lose another one of his loved ones.
• Again, episode 7 kind of established Powder as the new caretaker since Vander said "what would they do without you" but frankly I think it was a few years after Vi's passing that she decided she wanted to help Claggor take care of things and get some weight off his back, allowing him to focus on his own passion project of cultivating the hybrids as he spoke of in the episode.
• Anyways guys I'm super ill about Claggor and the rest of the family if you guys have like any angsty headcanons make sure to let me know because honestly, the drought was so bad for 3 years, now that he's back I feel myself slowly getting consumed!!!
• Extra! (Oc x Canon) •
Mandatory Xalas and Claggor content because of course I need to add Xalss into things, cue "And Bumblebee!" audio LMFAO. Still not too secure about talking about my OC fully in detail bc OCs aren't that popular in fandom spaces and face a lot of harrassment so.. I'll hold off until now. I just want Claggor to have a certain someone he can go let his worries ease, someone to comfort him while he's busy comforting everyone else.
Anywho, sorry for the long analysis and headcanons, I'm probably going to try getting more comfortable speaking about my own thoughts about this dumb found family that has forever rotted my brain for life. Hope you all enjoy some Claggor content, 10 Claggor fans!!!!
• HAPPY HALLOWEEN! •
I'm finally back from my hiatus and recently have gone back I to my arcane hyperfixation, so I decided what batter way to come back than posting a Halloween piece with my favorite fellows along with my arcane OC (Xalas) in there? Hopefully, all you folk have a happy and safe Halloween, and whoever is going out trick or treating HAVE FUN!! (also, I just realized I misspelled Halloween God dammit 💀).
Did these a while ago, just the act 1 kiddos cause I miss them a lot :'[
(First Tumblr post let's go 💀)
CHAPTER TWO- link’s here
@ali-kaaaay @riotroast @littlemeangreen
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
excellent point!
i think it was such an important statement that vi was so consistently one of the only people who decidedly held onto jinx’s humanity. even if jinx wouldn’t, vi refused to give up on her. and, i think some people forget that part a little too easily.
and this moment in specific, you’re so right, because that belief had been slipping. (and i find it insulting that people don’t remember HOW FAR jinx had to go for vi to try and stop her)
and you worded it so well, because i was also held up on how much the painting doesn’t actually look like jinx. a part of me thought it looked more like powder.
vi came out of stillwater with only powder still alive in her head. then, it was cait and piltover’s villainous version. and then, she had this moment to consider that maybe both versions of her sister were still there. was jinx a good person? no, she’s an answer to the impossible equation of war and trauma. was she a monster? never in violet’s eyes.
she has always been the smart girl striving to prove herself.
something so raw about siblings, is that you love them even if they’ve made awful mistakes. you still want to protect them, because they’re a part of you. but, how do you protect that urge when people are dead?
i LOVE their sisterly relationship. no matter how dirty and warped it is. i love that, no matter what, they truly had each other’s backs when it mattered. even if one was out of the loop, the other was still looking out for her.
why can’t i just have them in one universe where they’re both happy and pranking each other??? 😭 why must they be so doomed!!
i saw a post with this scene the other day. ⬆️
a lot of people had commented this and that about their depictions of vi being jealous and shocked that jinx was up there with vander instead of herself.
and (as a troubled eldest daughter myself) that broke my heart a bit. although, i think it is realistic for vi to have shown a moment of vulnerability with the audience and then be ripped to pieces by individuals declaring it resentment and selfishness. no shade.
personally, i latched onto that tiny moment where her face falls. the animation of such a flicker of something akin to disappointment is astonishing.
i do think she’s seeing the mural for what it’s lacking. because it is lacking her. but, i think it has more to do with the fact that jinx and vander are there, but she’s not with them. not even necessarily including the political context. just the fact that even a random painting on a random wall lacked her presence just as much as real life.
she should have been right next to her little sister, but she wasn’t. she had both lost that choice, and then made the wrong one.
i can’t help but wonder if the years of being an imprisoned child so incredibly scared that she’d never get another chance for see her sister flashed before her eyes.
i think that mural shackled her to the fact that her world had continued on without her. and she wasn’t needed around to make it function anymore.
vander and their parents’ deaths had instilled in her that her sole purpose was to keep the earth spinning and to keep jinx safe. but, in the end, jinx had adapted. vi hadn’t.
lol
sorry for ranting! i could be entirely wrong, don’t take this to heart. it’s just what i took in and reflected on, and i wanted to share my thoughts. i find it so strangely comforting to see an oldest daughter go through so many punches and such heavy emotional strain and still keep her head up.
she’s so imperfect and i love her.
i saw a post with this scene the other day. ⬆️
a lot of people had commented this and that about their depictions of vi being jealous and shocked that jinx was up there with vander instead of herself.
and (as a troubled eldest daughter myself) that broke my heart a bit. although, i think it is realistic for vi to have shown a moment of vulnerability with the audience and then be ripped to pieces by individuals declaring it resentment and selfishness. no shade.
personally, i latched onto that tiny moment where her face falls. the animation of such a flicker of something akin to disappointment is astonishing.
i do think she’s seeing the mural for what it’s lacking. because it is lacking her. but, i think it has more to do with the fact that jinx and vander are there, but she’s not with them. not even necessarily including the political context. just the fact that even a random painting on a random wall lacked her presence just as much as real life.
she should have been right next to her little sister, but she wasn’t. she had both lost that choice, and then made the wrong one.
i can’t help but wonder if the years of being an imprisoned child so incredibly scared that she’d never get another chance for see her sister flashed before her eyes.
i think that mural shackled her to the fact that her world had continued on without her. and she wasn’t needed around to make it function anymore.
vander and their parents’ deaths had instilled in her that her sole purpose was to keep the earth spinning and to keep jinx safe. but, in the end, jinx had adapted. vi hadn’t.
lol
sorry for ranting! i could be entirely wrong, don’t take this to heart. it’s just what i took in and reflected on, and i wanted to share my thoughts. i find it so strangely comforting to see an oldest daughter go through so many punches and such heavy emotional strain and still keep her head up.
she’s so imperfect and i love her.
au were silco finds out vi is still alive. much earlier than in canon. and then having vulnerable feelings ensue) sorry silco. :(
here’s a teeny dabble on it while i think about how to go about it:
Silco didn’t make it a habit to travel Topside. He preferred the damp shadows of Zaun. And besides, a step in Piltover meant an immediate risk to his entire means. Which had been proven easily enough when he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Although he covered his bases, and he wasn’t dense, incidents occurred. In addition to the fact that he was unfortunately, still very human, and the bridge of the nation’s boarder made his head swim and his eye ache terribly. He’d ignore the pang of hurt that continued to hit him in the chest until the day he died. Possibly even longer.
Stillwater was probably the closest thing a convicted Piltie would get to living in Zaun. Enforcers at every corner, barely enough food, and enough back-talk to fill the Pilt River. It made him miss work in the mines. Where the labor was absolute shit, but the people kept you coming back. He’d leave with enough pain in his body to knock out an elephant, but with Vander’s arm keeping him warm and Felica’s sass reminding him to laugh. Back when it had all been worth it, without a doubt. Blisters and bedrock.
It was no matter to him either way now, Marcus would correct his people’s error. If he knew what was good for him and his naive child. Silco knew himself, and his people knew him almost good enough. There was a tight deadline ticking away the second the puny rookie with black hair had strapped his wrists. In the mean time, Stillwater was tolerable. Besides the florescent lights that burned his damaged eye.
A flash of magenta made him halt in front of the guard behind him. His shackles clanged as he took a step back.
She almost looked like her mother. Almost. Jinx was a closer resemblance. Violet held a wrath that seemed to seep from her bones, her eyes hardened with so much determination and attentiveness that it made him weary.
What truly made him stumble, was the way she held herself. The slightest slouch, making herself look smaller than she was. Her fists were wrapped by stained scraps of white fabric. They were clenched, making the linen taut around her swollen knuckles. And, by the way a few of the men around her slithered away, she had earned a level of rightful hierarchy inside.
Worst of all, Silco snapped his jaw shut, was the fact that she was so much like him. Like Vander. He didn’t need to venture towards her to know. He knew it by the way she stewed by herself while everyone else gathered in pairs and groups. How her lips twisted upon noticing him. Even the flicker of hope that crossed like a bullet.
A hopelessly lonely soul. Two peas in a pod.
Vander had been alone, before any one of their group had drawn together. He had been alone, and he had stewed. He lived by his brute strength and bravery, and Vi was following all the same footsteps. Like a child in thick snowbanks.
He almost pitied her. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that it was more of a mourning. Of what their lives could have consisted of. If everything hadn’t gone sideways.
The moment was broken when a rounded baton poked him sharply in his spine, “Move.” He glowered. But, he did adhere to the rookie’s insolence. Vi was spinning her food tray around in circles on the table, eyes dark with murderous intent.
The blue of her eyes made him miss Connol, who had always managed to keep their chaos barred. Unfortunately, Vi didn’t seem to even vaguely carry such a patience from her biological father.
She really was Vander’s girl. Fitting.
He felt eyes on the back of head even after he was locked away behind four stone walls and an iron door. She had stuck to him like an oil residue, and he felt dreadful at the realization.
He reflected on the discovery of her life. Knowing he wouldn’t allow himself once his current mess was in the process of being cleaned up, there would be too much to be done after such a discovery. With Violet alive, there were bridges left unburned. And he would have to figure a way to either bury the hatchet, or find a match to strike.
If he could handle disposing of the one person he’d loved and trusted the most, he could deal with just another byproduct. He stared at one of the little glints of light through the cracks of the door.
But, as he was all by his lonesome in a frigid box, his mind wandered to Vander. And, against his will, he mourned some more.
ARCANE SPOILERS WARNING!!!
My honest reaction to Arcane ending:
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Just saw a BUTCH lesbian call Vi a TWINK even though she said “Real lesbians never speak ill of mascs and butch” WORD FOR WORD OMFG I WAS SO PISSED I BLOCKED HER LIKE PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH….anyways you are the awesome sauces person that has ever awesome sauced and stay saucy (i hate you twitter)
hear me out caitvi nation
F1Driver!Caitlyn x RallyRacer!V
Thoughts?
my boyfriend and I are joking abt who jinx would get along with better from Naruto. He said Naruto and now I’m yelling at him bc how dare he not recognize the parallel storytelling between sasuke and jinx with itachi & vi, Naruto & ekko, silco & orochimaru
For the wonderfully talented people online, can I request an edit of Arcane characters in general with the song For Good, from Wicked, please?
COUNTING HER FRECKLES
Vi x f!reader
Synopsis: Early in the morning, while Vi was still asleep and you had just woken up, you couldn’t help but notice the little constellations of freckles on Vi’s face.
The morning sunlight spilled through the half-closed curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden glow. The warmth of the blankets cocooned you, but it was the woman lying next to you that truly kept you rooted in place. Vi was sprawled out on her back, an arm slung over her head, her mouth slightly open as she snored faintly. A tiny trail of drool glittered at the corner of her lips, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your own.
You rolled onto your side, propping your head up with one hand. Her freckled cheeks were kissed by the sunlight, and her crimson hair stuck up in every direction. Even like this,unfiltered, messy, unguarded, she was stunning. Maybe even more so.
Carefully, you reached out to trace the faintest of lines across her skin, stopping short of touching her. “One, two, three…” you whispered under your breath, counting the constellation of freckles on her nose. You had no idea how she got freckles with her pale skin and constant yet humorous scowl, but you were grateful for them.
“Mmm…” Vi stirred, her head tilting slightly toward the sound of your voice. Her lashes fluttered, though her eyes stayed shut. A soft, groggy smile tugged at her lips, and she slurred, “Y’doin’, babe?”
You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. “Counting your freckles. Shh, don’t move. You’ll mess up my math.”
“Math?” she mumbled, her voice hoarse with sleep. “It’s too early for math,” She cracked an eye open, peering at you with a mix of confusion and amusement. “Y’always this weird?”
“Always,” you replied, grinning. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re drooling.”
Her brows furrowed, and she quickly wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, grumbling incoherently. “Don’t call it that…” Her pout was impossibly endearing.
“You’re right,” you teased, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. “It’s not drooling. It’s aggressive hydration.”
Vi snorted, her laughter muffled by the pillow as she turned her face into it. “Stop, you’re killin’ me,” she groaned, though her hand reached out to curl around your waist, pulling you closer. “Lemme sleep.”
“You’re already awake,” you pointed out, though you didn’t resist when she tucked you against her chest. Her body was warm, her heartbeat a steady rhythm under your cheek.
“Not awake,” she mumbled. “Just resting my eyes.”
You ran your fingers up and down her arm, tracing the scarred skin there. “Your snoring says otherwise.”
Vi groaned again, this time more dramatically. “Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “I like you like this. All soft and sleepy and human.”
“Not soft,” she muttered, though her grip on you tightened. “I’m tough. Real tough.”
“Sure, babe,” you said, hiding your smile against her skin. “Super tough.”
Her only response was a low, contented hum as she drifted back into a half-sleep. You stayed like that, counting her freckles in your head and savoring the rare moment of peace. The world could wait a little while longer. For now, it was just you and her, tangled together in the soft light of morning.
And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
A/N: I know this is extremely short but I found it in my notes and thought I should post it (just a cute one shot).
Today is the official birthday of Kabbu, so some art of Team Snakemouth!
