#zaunitespride

[woahdd]

I actually need to make a blackfemxSevika, how many of you watched arcane and genuinely wished she was main character 💔

[noescapingthepast]

Continued from here:

If ever there was a moment where Vander wanted to get shitfaced drunk, it would be right now.

There were some things that he would always feel responsible for -- like the casualties on the bridge that day in years prior. He was, after all, the one that had led that protest; what Silco had done was Vander's responsibility, as the leader.

There were things that Vander would not fully claim responsibility for, and that was Silco's choices following the fight at the river and Vander's attempt to drown him. The guilt he felt over what he had done to his friend was immeasurable; however, if blood was to be spilled because of that choice of Vander's, then that blood would be on both of their hands, not solely his.

But he could debate with the other man over that difference in perspective later.

The bulky bartender reached for the hand that had patted his shoulder, in order to offer it a firm pinch -- as if to share his disagreement with the other's sentiments. "Back then, you had compassion for our fellows, rather than just obsession to the point where you view them as expendable for the cause," Vander corrected with a shake of his head. The corners of his lips dipped into a deep frown, and his brows furrowed just as deeply.

The gesture around them led his gaze to follow, taking in the sight with a scrutinizing keenness. However, it was about far more than just one empty building; this was about the entirety of the Undercity, and no matter how radical Silco's methods may prove to be, Vander couldn't discredit the other man's love for and devotion to their dreamed Nation of Zaun.

Even if he was now old enough and wise enough to understand that it was not so simple as merely winning independence.

When his eyes sought out Silco's face again, their eyes met, and Vander didn't dare to look away. His heart ached at the question. Oh, how he desperately wanted to stand at Silco's side. How he wanted to support him, to aid him, in any and all ways possible. But there were possibilities that he couldn't turn a blind eye to, possibilities that concerned him even now -- and they prompted him to ask: "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather hear how you're planning to do this first. We both know I'm not the best with making serious commitments." Complete with a bit of teasing.

[zaunfree]

💅 (from jinx 😭)

Send "💅" for my muse's reaction to yours asking to paint their nails!

The request startles a chuckle from the former revolutionary and amusement pulls at the corner of his good eye and lips. "Did you know your mother used to do the same thing to me when we were about your age?" Although, Felicia had less 'asked' than she had forced him into it——not that he'd ever fought back particularly hard. Still, that doesn't actually answer his daughter's question and Silco hums a moment, giving it some thought. The council isn't due to meet for another week. And, even if they do have an emergency session, there's no real harm in it. "I can't see why not. I would, however, appreciate it if you didn't get overly creative, my dear Powder."

[forgedofoaths]

@zaunitespride

“Is that a compliment? I’m confused”

"The first type of worm he thinks of when he thinks of me is a blood sucking worm."

[jinxcdd]

@zaunitespride x

i fight just like you, does that make me a god?

"As if God would even be a male"

[runes-menagerie]

Little Shop of Smoke || closed

Lest lounged within her shop/lounge. Around her customers were partaking in the different treatments her shop offered. Some were dosing on medicated smoke from a hookah. Others breathed in incense while receiving massages. Others... were having more private sessions.

As for Lest herself, she was taking a moment to relax and smoke while delicately mixing a very specific blend for a special customer. Just as she finished, said customer walked through her door.

@zaunitespride

[stolenfates]

 🍒 zaunite-hound (because I’m a sucker for sending love their way!)

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them … @zaunitespride

I absolutely adore Vonny. Their love for Vander is immeasurable — they have fleshed him out so much further than canon had, and it’s clear as day how much time and effort they have put into his characterization. They’re so incredibly kind and welcoming. I absolutely love writing my Vi with them, and am so excited to write my Jinx, Cait, and others with them, as well! Such a gem in the community! / @zaunite-hound

[zaunfree]

How can a man that large manage to evade his best people for weeks? Somehow there's not even been a whisper of his presence within the Lanes, the fissures, or in Zaun at all.

Silco bristles in frustration. He's been on edge since the moment news of Vander's escape crossed his desk. In the years since the bartender's been gone, Silco's managed to fully assert his control. Shimmer production's coming along nicely and there's minimal infighting amongst the other chem-barons. He's managed to be rid of that irritatingly-astute sheriff and install someone much more easily-manipulated in her place. Silco's even recently acquired a rather promising little inventor of his own to claw back some of the yawning distance between Zaun and Piltover with the advent of Hextech.

But, if Vander returns, it could destabilise all he's worked for. He has to know what the man's planning to do.

The industrialist takes one final drag of his laced cigar before dropping it carelessly for Sevika to deal with as he makes his way through the crowd in the Last Drop. Club patrons know better than to get in his way, particularly with an expression on his face as dark as it currently is. There's a look of hesitation on his lieutenant's face when Silco tells her to head back downstairs, but it only lasts a moment before she's gone. Sevika might not be the brightest chem-light in the mines, but even she knows better than the question him.

With the door locked behind him, Silco's quick to pour a glass of scotch and sprawl out on the plush lounge. Maybe it's the fruitless day stretching his patience or the restless sleep of late, but he's far too slow to notice the dark figure lurking in the shadows beside the closet.

@zaunitespride ⇢ Vander