*old Hag Voice* Problematic This Problematic That. Back In My Day The Jasicos Pericos And Valangelos

(Name) : Can you please be serious for five seconds?

Jinx : My record is four, but for you, I'll see what I can do.

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Dear video essay creators. A video analysis is when you analyze a piece of media. No no look at me. A summary, no matter how thorough, is not an analysis. An analysis requires you to draw conclusions about the media such as authorial intent, real-world parallels, discussion about themes/worldbuilding/character motivation, and so much more. You have to stop summarizing something and saying that’s analysis. The Gaylors are doing more critical analysis than you. Is that who you want to lose to? The gaylors?

"It wouldn't matter if she were Jaehaerys the Conciliator come again, Rhaenyra is a woman."

-Otto Hightower

Did people just forget he said this? It's not about how deserving she is.

I really need some people in this fandom to understand that Rhaenyra could have been the most perfect woman to ever exist and the Greens still would have usurped the throne anyways. Rhaenyra being a "whore", Rhaenyra having bastards, Rhaenyra being so-called "incompetent" were all excuses. If they really cared about any of that, why would they be trying to replace her with a man who sleeps around, has many bastards, and is definitely more incompetent than Rhaenyra ever was?

Like guys the Greens were pushing Aegon as heir before Rhaenyra even had children, before she was even married. It is stated in the book that Alicent and Rhaenyra got along fine until Aegon was born and Alicent immediately turned against her when Viserys didn't name their son his heir. They were already challenging her claim when she was just 10 years old.

Even if we're going by the show's canon, Otto Hightower was plotting to get a half Hightower/Targaryen on the throne before Rhaenyra was even named as heir.

The reasoning for why the Greens did what they did is really quite simple and realistic - they were greedy as hell. Some of their allies of course truly believed a son should come before a daughter but the main motive for the Hightowers was that they wanted someone of their blood to be placed on the throne.

They wanted their blood to be entwined with the most important family in Westeros. They wanted to create a new branch of Targaryens that were half Hightower. It wouldn't have mattered if Rhaenyra was flawed or if she was perfect, they still would have usurped the throne because she was in the way of their plan that was pretty much decades in the making and they would have used any excuse to justify their actions.

I'm just tired of the posts that say "well if Rhaenyra just took her position more serious and if she didn't do this or that then she would have been fine" like no she wouldn't have. You're completely missing the point if you believe this.

Modern au

Nerd! Powder x Cheerleader Fem!reader

reader is written to be of any skin color or size.

this is very gay.

Vi is two years older than powder in this one, making her a senior and powder a sophomore. Caitlyn is a senior and reader is a junior.

Reader is down bad.

Small drabble.

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(Name) presses her perfectly manicured nails against the stall door and gives it a light push. Opening the door and revealing herself behind it.

The (haircolored) girl walking quickly through the small tagged arch and towards the sink in front of her. Washing her hands and reapplying her bubble gum pink lip gloss. The girls (colored) eyes connecting with soft grayish blue ones through the mirror. A feeling of bashfullness washing over the girl.

Powder Lucas.

(Name) stares into startled glacous blue irises for a few more seconds before flashing her a quick smile.

The girl behind her immediately looking down towards her chipped fingernail polish instead. (Name) hummed softly, wishing the girl behind her would catch her eyes again.

The bluenette wore paint and oil stained black overalls today, her dark navy hair braided into two double dutch braids instead of their usual long fishtail. Mud splattered black sneakers covered her feet, her shoes a little on the larger side. Slightly different from the ones she normally wore.

Not that (name) noticed of course.

The (skincolored) girl dries off her hands softly with a paper towel. Adjusting her skirt in the mirror and walking out the bathroom with another word. Wanting to get out of the situation before powder noticed the soft blush dusting her cheeks.

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Alexander slaps the tray from powder's hands, the blue plastic object clattering onto the floor without much of a struggle. The loud noise interrupts most of the chatter in the lunchroom, the students now staring at the interaction. Powder turns bright red at the attention and reaches down to pick up the fallen tray, alex kicks it away from her.

(Name) rolls her eyes and sits up in her seat. Here we go again.

Alexander Travis was a football player of course. Who believed his own bullshit and thought himself and other like him superior because of his clear financial advantage. In other words, he was an asshole.

An asshole who up until recently had a girlfriend that had left him for powder's troublemaker older sister. (Though, name thinks their relationship was fake the entire time, Caitlyn hadn't even pretended to be into him.)

An asshole who also got his teeth kicked in by powder's aforementioned troublemaker older sister who, because of it is now suspended for a month.

And since troublemaker Violet Lucas (who goes by 'Vi' to her very few friends) isn't here to kick his teeth in again, Alexander these past few days has taken to getting even through her much meeker younger sister.

Harassing her in gym, embarrassing her in front of teachers and overall being a huge dick to someone years younger than him.

The teachers look the other way because Alexander's the principals nephew and they don't want to lose their jobs. Students look the other way either because they, like alex, hate Vi and want to take it out on her or their just scared of the repercussions of standing against him.

(Name) tried to get him to stop behind the scenes quite a lot of times. Appealing to their past status as friends and even promising to go on a date with him if he'd just leave the poor girl alone. But he just shook his head and said that that 'poor ass family' had to pay and stopped to conversation at that.

The cheerleader pops the bubblegum loudly in her mouth, making sure it reaches the only two standing up in the middle of the lunchroom. The sound cuts off Alex's stupid ass taunts and makes him then towards the (haircolored) girl who cups one of her hands to her face and leans on the lunch table, obviously bored.

"Got something to say (lastname)?" He raises an eyebrow challengingly, thin lips twitching downwards when (name) says nothing and instead just blows up another pink gum bubble.

The girl pops it again and chews loudly. "Yeah actually, when are you gonna leave that poor girl alone?" She uncrosses her legs and prepares to stand up.

"What?" Alexander let's out a little snicker, surprised that she's so blunt in public. He turns to the cheerleader, forgetting the glaring bluenette behind him.

(Name) stands up, smoothing her skirt out and letting it fall to her knees. "I mean, I get it Vi literally stole your girl and handed your ass to you on a silver platter, but it's done- it's over now, just let it go dude."

Powder behind him stops attempting the impossible task of picking up the sticky mess of cheesy mashed potatoes from the tiled floor and instead stares ahead, her mouth opened slightly showing off her cutely gapped teeth.

Alex scoffs at her words and crosses his arms. "Your really sticking up for this bootlicker and her jailbird of a sister?" He questions, the threat clear in his words.

(Name) shrugged. "Nobody else seems to be." And with that the conversation is over. The (haircolored) girl brushing past him and bending over slightly, offering the girl on the floor a hand that she takes with shaking fingers.

A tingle flows through (name)'s body where their fingers touch and the girl bites back a gasp. Suddenly a lot more self conscious after successfully grabbing the hand of her kinda sorta maybe longtime crush.

Slowly, she pulls the bluenette off the ground until she's standing up right in front of her. The cheerleader awkwardly picking off chunks if mashed potatoes from powder's outfit and clearing her throat. "There. Good as new." (Name) flashes another (hopefully comforting, most likely off putting) smile at powder's bewildered face and picks the lunch tray up. Not even bothering with the food on the ground.

The older girl, in front of everyone, gestures to her own table where there's only her lunch box. "Wanna come sit? I don't think I can fix this." She lifts the tray in question and looks over to the food on the floor. "But I have packed an extra lunch with me."

Powder blinks and stares for a few seconds at the offer and (name) grows even more embarrassed at the amount of eyes still on them. She'd never invited another person back over to her table before. Caitlyn has, most of the other cheerleaders have, but the girl never really felt comfortable talking to somebody else while eating.

"Yes." Powder's voice is soft, a slight rasp curls around her words and a monotonous edge is imbedded in the sound. Her voice brings a small fluttery feeling to her chest and nestles butterflies in her previously settled stomach.

This isn't even close to the first time (name) has ever heard the younger girls voice, not even close. But it's the first time it's actually directed at her and the acknowledgement is what sends her over the moon.

(Name) nods a little too quickly and forces off the smile threatening to pull at her cheeks. "Cool." She hopes powder can't hear the voice crack. The cheerleader bounces on her feet, feeling as if she won a million dollars as she pulls the sophomore over to her vacated table.

Powder stumbles over a little less gracefully and sits down. Bunching away from the older girl almost immediately and drawing in on herself. Barley visible light pink blush dotting her perfect freckled cheeks.

(Name) thinks nothing of it, not offended at the girls blatant closed offness and pulls a nicely wrapped pretty calzone out of her pink bag, chips and a small drink leaving it after and she hands it to her junior.

Powder takes it slowly, as if thinking (name) would snatch it back and laugh in her face if she moves to quickly. (Name) would never.

Eventually she takes it, their fingers brushing against each other and making both girls shiver at the touch. Powder gently unwraps the calzone and takes a small nimble of it, her eyes lighting up when the flavors touches her tongue and she goes back immediately to take a larger one.

(Name) discreetly watches her, not even touching her own messily put together homemade burger, pride filling her while watching powder happily stuff her cheeks.

She stayed up all night perfecting that recipe she pawned off of cait who got it from Vi. That damned thing was a lot harder to make than it seemed and (name) gained even more respect for the pink haired girl who made it perfectly everytime. The cheese grating in and of itself nearly had the (hair color) quitting at multiple points during the night.

The cheerleader fiddles with her multiple hello kitty bandaids while she subtly watches the girl eat. Elated all the hard work paid off and she didn't chicken out yet again on actually giving it to the bluenette.

"T-thank you." The younger girl's voice breaks through her thoughts easily and (name) pretends like she hadn't been staring. A small blush be falling her face at powder's piercing blue eyes. Her cheeks has small smudges of grease on them and her breath smells of pepperoni.

"I- anytime." The cheerleader nods. Happy to have the bluenettes attention for the first time in the six years that she's liked her. Her leg bounces under the table while powder absentmindedly comes slightly closer, their bodies no where near touching but there's a change in the air around them, a strange relaxation flowing through them both. The start of something new.

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Yes, older powder is a kind of difficult character for me to write🥲

But it's not really my fault okay-

no one:

carlisle: maybe the real immortal child was the friends we made along the way

sorry to everyone who dealt with my jinx obsession in 2024 i promise it'll be much worse in 2025 🥰

Jinx: I hate my last name.

(Name) : Why?

Jinx: Because it's not your last name😏

(Name):

Jinx:

(Name): baby, neither of us have last names-

I feel like something that gets little left behind when people discuss Caitlyn gassing Zaun is that, while yes, gas doesn't discriminate between innocent and criminal, child and adult, and that some Zaunites are forced into a life of crime to make ends meet so it's not entirely their fault-- Um, are we forgetting who makes the laws? It's important to me that we acknowledge that Piltover decides who is a criminal, decides what is undue retaliation (the Day of Ash, Jinx blowing the gas back into Piltover), and decides the punishment, which is often more severe than the "crime" or the retaliation. I just have a problem with the rhetoric that "some criminals are people!🥺" bc ALL "criminals" are people. The justice system in Arcane is just as flawed as it is in real life, can we think for just a moment that "criminal" doesn't mean "bad person" it just means they're in violation of state laws, which are often unjust and discriminatory. Like the state's definition of what makes someone a criminal is specifically designed to lock away and enslave minorities. (This is why fictional societies that are extremely egalitarian about race often fall flat, because it's not written from a place of respect, its from a place of discomfort.) Okay thank you.

CHAMOMILE DREAMS

Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader

Ofc reader is written to be of any color or body type

And I apologize if you don't like chamomile tea

And you are hinted at being taller than jinx (blink and you'll miss it type hint)

(Name) is adorable and oblivious and very gay.

I don't own shit

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(Name) rests her head against the balconies steel bars. The young woman sets down her heated mug, opening her leather book again to read the words.

The calming scent of chamomile wafts through the silent air, for once all of piltover settled in for a quiet night. (Name) knows she shouldn't be out here, if her mother or sister were around they'd both rightfully scold her. "What if the jinx was watching?!"

Right now she doesn't care. The night breeze felt nice against her skin and the moon looked beautiful from her spot by the balcony. Jinx or not nothing would ruin her alone time.

The (haircolored) girl laid her palm upwards on her crossed thigh, the other holding her book still while she read the tiny inked words.

Her bottom lip catches in her teeth, biting back a smile, legs shifting out from under her and lifting soundlessly up into the air. The young woman forcing down the fat squeal that almost rips from her throat. Not wanting to disturb any poor lurking people nor reveal her location to her mother.

But she was just so happy! The two main leads had just shared their first kiss after such a strenuous and exasperating miscommunication.

(Name) in her joy, let's out a barely heard giggle, swallowing it back down instantly and embarrassesly covering her lower face with her hand. Idiot! Mother definitely heard that.

The sudden sound of scurrying feet and scattered rocks is heard. (Name) immediately pauses on the balcony. Going completely still in fear and embarrassment as she strains her ears to listen only to the almost silent wind. The book is closed (and bookmarked thank you very much) in her lap, she closes her eyes, expecting at any moment for Cassandra kirraman's disappointed voice to fill the already tense air.

Instead, she hears a raspy teasing one. "I didn't know pilities came out after dark."

At the sound of her voice, (name) lifts her head, her (eyecolor) irises falling on the figure of a woman who narrowed hers slightly, she looks to be around (name)'s age. The woman before her isn't very tall, maybe a little shorter than average, and (name)'s on her knees, though her stance and general untouchable demeanor definitely added on some height. Her long azure hair looked carefully braided into two perfect plaits, thrown around her shoulder, strands slightly touching the ground.

A smidge of what looked like ash or cinder had been wiped into her cheek, as if she ran a dirty hand along the tough pale skin.

Upon looking at her, (name) couldn't help but feel a dash of envy, she's so pretty. Her nose, straight and buttoned uniquely patterned freckled covered the expanse of it, (a nose (name) would have KILLED for in when she was younger), lips downturned and perfectly pouty, beautifully suited for her face. Who was this woman?

(Name)'s eyes quickly rove up her figure, not able to see much due to the obscure moonlight, eyes instead shooting up to her magenta shining ones. The unnamed woman before her quirks a dark eye brow up in question, sidesteping a little and placing something that name couldn't see behind her back.

What's the-Oh- Get it together (name) she asked you a question.

(Name) shakes her head, ridding herself of any further clustering thoughts and clears her throat. "Um, h-hi?" The girl curses herself mentally for stuttering, she never stutters.

"H-hi." The blue haired girl mocks her with a shake of her head, her hand raises slowly to give her a small finger wag.

(Name) closes her fingers around the book. Holding it to her chest as she struggled to think of what to say.

"I can practically see the cogs turnin' in your brain toots don't even bother." The woman in front of her gives a small huff of a laugh, enclosing her hands around her arms in a hug as she stared down at the poor girl.

"You're really pretty." The words slip out before (name) can stop herself, forming quickly on her tongue and fumbling out of her lips faster than she could've taken them back. (Name) wants to crawl in a hole and die. The bewildered look the woman gives her alone is almost enough for her to build up the courage to jump off the balcony.

The (haircolored) girl tightens her hold on the book in her grip. Screwing her eyes shut as she waited for something, anything from the individual in front of her.

Muttering is heard in front of her, low and rapid, almost too fast for (name) 's brain to comprehend.

"Of course!-"

"No i didn't forget-"

"Shut up!"

The last one is more if a whispered shout. Her voice grew slightly louder, (name) winces hoping neither of her overprotective family members heard the sudden noise.

The bluenette notices (name)'s movement rather quickly. And seems to calm down at that, growing quiet as a tense silence filled the air.

Twenty seconds later, the girl speaks up. "Thank you." Her voice was so, different. Soft and harsh at the same time. Raspy as if she'd been holding herself back from throttling the closest person to her. Angry, she sounded forever angry. (Name) can't help but wonder why. She's obviously from the undercity, she was most likely just another poverty stricken kid that slipped through the proverbial cracks. Or literal. But it was soft. As if it broke years ago, and had been scattered ever since. Distant and almost, hollow.

(Name) opens her mouth, forcing her brain to draw any semblance of a thought together. Ask her her name, how old she is, something!

Sadly, getting choked up before she could get a word out. Embarrassment flowing over her as she shut her mouth again. The woman doesn't notice.

"Hm." The bluenette tilts her head, almost as if she had been responding to someone else's words. Keeping her flaming pink irises trained on the night gown clad (name) in front of her.

Her cheshire hues stare into names (eyecolor) and reflect a sense of, drowning? Like the mysterious girl had been beautiful siren that (name) had knowingly gotten too close to. Now sinking under the waters surface silently with only the light bubbles escaping her screaming throat. Though, they give her a sense of relief as well, a sense of calm before the literal storm. As if in her last moments she'd been comforted by the very same murderous monster, her lithe pale arms encircling around her whilst she shushed her into an eternal sleep, dragging her body further under the fuschia colored waves.

To (name)'s disappointment, the blue haired woman slowly starts to back away from the terrace. Slinking into the moonlights darkness with only the clinking of metal alerting name that she was even there.

(Name) watches her leave, silently wishing for her to come back. She's gone all to quickly, a quiet laugh being the only thing left of her soon enough.

The (hair colored) girl finds herself outstreching her arm to were the strange girl just stood. A sense of sadness filling (color)ette at the thought of never seeing her again.

Though, she doesn't let that show, instead picking up her book, furiously searching for the previous page, a soft sigh leaving her once she reaches it. This is all a dream. She thought. You'll wake in your bed the next morning finding that you've been there all along.

The surprisingly ambrosial mixture of bubblegum, gunpowder and gasoline that stayed there long after she left begged to differ.

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I don't know of I'm all that confident in this but I delivered!

This will might have a follow up, might not.