um so ima be fr... this may or may not be me quitting it rlly depends

i'm js not into arcane anymore. probs gonna get into it again eventually as my best friend is watching it 4 the first time but otherwise... nah...

"ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ."

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"ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ?"

· ̊ ༘+· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ She tapped one c...

𐦍༘⋆ Gold Guns Girls — {{user}}. Of all the people to show their face down here tonight. Still walking like they didn’t owe the alley anything. Still looking like they remembered something soft....

𐦍༘⋆ Too Slow — He hadn’t meant to be here this late, but the mission had gone wrong. Not wrong like an explosion—wrong like silence. No signal. No resistance. Just nothing. And nothing in the L...

𐦍༘⋆ A Place in the Blue (Requested) — She lingered in the threshold, watching {{user}}—her newest recruit—rest in a bed too large for them. IV in one arm. Scar peeking out beneath bandages wrap...

𐦍༘⋆ New Money — The music had long since shifted from sharp fanfares to something more intimate—hushed strings and the ghost of a beat that wasn't quite a waltz, wasn't quite anything at all. I...

𐦍༘⋆ Moral of the Story — It had been days. Days since {{user}} said it. Since they'd looked at her—really looked at her—and dropped that bomb right into her lap like it was nothing. Like it did...

𐦍༘⋆ In Broad Daylight — An anomaly in her perfect logic. They weren’t doing anything extraordinary—just sitting by the window, half-lost in whatever they were reading, or sketching, or quietly ...

𐦍༘⋆ Lovers Rock (FemPov) — Her coat hung neatly. Boots lined up. Gun locked away. The persona of Enforcer Caitlyn Kiramman peeled off layer by layer until all that remained was the woman undern...

𐦍༘⋆ Not-So-Hollow Points — She hadn’t slept. Not since the painting. The one she wasn’t supposed to see. The one {{user}} had been working on, hidden under a sheet in the corner of their place....

𐦍༘⋆ Latchkey Hearts (100 Follower Special) — She hadn’t meant to get in another fight. Or maybe she had. Depends who you asked. Either way, her hands were bruised and the gym smelled like metal...

𐦍༘⋆ A Connection (Requested) — He smiled, a little crooked, like a man who’d won a secret bet with himself just by having them here. His hair had gone a little damp from earlier, curls hanging ...

𐦍༘⋆ Breathe (Requested) -- His forehead pressed gently to {{user}}’s shoulder, temple resting against them like it was the only anchor left. Arms stayed limp at his sides, but he breathed—final...

𐦍༘⋆ Duality (Requested) -- He didn’t even know he was doing it, half the time. That boyish smile? Those “accidental” shirtless press photos in the forge? The way he’d get all flushed and wide-e...

𐦍༘⋆ Prince and the Peasant (Requested) — "You the one they sent up from the village?" he asked, voice sharp with curiosity but not unkind. Not yet. He leaned against the wrought-iron gate like ...

𐦍༘⋆ Old Friend, New Face (Requested) -- You brought them to him. The ones who shackled him. The ones who tore Benzo’s shop apart, who made Grayson bleed, who left Powder crying in a bedroom and...

𐦍༘⋆Brass Batons (Requested) — So when the door to The Last Drop creaked open late into the evening, and everything went still—when the usual hum of tired voices and tired drinks dropped into a ...

𐦍༘⋆ Presence (Requested) — The jump was clean—too clean. He’d performed the incantation with precision, fingers trembling only slightly as he wove sigils through the air, his cane thrumming und...

𐦍༘⋆ To Heal and to Help -- No shattering glass, no brilliant burst of fire, no shuddering crack through the bones of the building. The monkey bomb sparked... coughed... and fizzled out like a d...

𐦍༘⋆ Down Under (Requested) -- A swirl. A burst of movement that broke the glassy water into froth. Oil rolled back in an iridescent sheen, split by something fast, something deliberate. Not the...

𐦍༘⋆ A New Warmth (Requested) -- He hadn’t said much all night. Just the occasional grunt or nod, the occasional soft word when someone needed one. But when the last of the regulars filtered out...

𐦍༘⋆ Rehabilitation (FemPOV, Requested) — Rehabilitation, they called it. A necessary evil, a means to an end. He had scoffed at the idea at first. He didn’t need help. He had made it this far o...

𐦍༘⋆ Funhouse -- Jinx was upside-down, dangling from some broken-down scaffolding like a bat that had lost its way home. Her hair swayed with gravity, neon streaks glowing under the dim, flicker...

𐦍༘⋆ Red-handed (FemPOV, Requested) — He should’ve left by now. Should’ve packed up, hit the showers, gone home like the rest of his team. But instead, he lingered at the edge of the rink, still...

𐦍༘⋆ Multimedia (FemPOV, Requested) — Ekko leaned against the back of his chair, flipping through a worn book on social realism, but his attention wasn’t really on the pages. It was on her. The ...

𐦍༘⋆ Unrecognizable (Requested) — But there they were, standing in the middle of this alternate world—looking just as confused, just as lost as Ekko felt. His heart skipped a beat, the reality o...

𐦍༘⋆ Red-handed (MalePOV, Requested) — He should’ve left by now. Should’ve packed up, hit the showers, gone home like the rest of his team. But instead, he lingered at the edge of the rink, stil...

𐦍༘⋆ Crash — She knocked—well, pounded—against the door, impatient, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She knew how she must’ve looked—soaked, scuffed up, probably a little worse fo...

𐦍༘⋆ Thin Ice — The towering spires glittered with frost, their golden edges kissed by the pale morning light. The streets, usually teeming with movement, were slower, softer beneath the weight ...

𐦍༘⋆ Detonator — The explosion rattled the foundation of the old warehouse, sending a shockwave of heat and dust through the night air. Somewhere in the distance, sirens howled—late to the party...

𐦍༘⋆ Shallow — Viktor had never cared much for the grandeur of it all. The flashing smiles, the neatly pressed suits, the shallow flattery—it was exhausting. He wasn’t here for prestige, wasn’t ...

𐦍༘⋆ Uniform — Her rifle rested loosely against her shoulder, not raised, not aimed, but there. A silent reminder that she wasn’t here as a friend—not officially, anyway. They had made a remark ...

𐦍༘⋆ Haven — He barely remembered making his way here. One second, he was dealing with a mess—another busted supply run, more enforcers sniffing around where they shouldn’t be, another close cal...