Arcane Rp - Blog Posts

hey- me again lmao. anyone up for a post canon cottage by a stream au ?? 🤞🤞

HELLO !!

reaching out to the arcane rp community!! i need new rp partners for jayvik 🙏🙏

I don’t mind being Jayce or Viktor. Im into aus (pirate, modern, royalty, western, etc.) Im into show canon (S1: in between act 1 & 2, S2: act 1, 2, & 3 etc.) Im also into S2 Jayce & S1 Viktor or vice versa. Im open to a lot of ideas but please- anyone 🙏

I rp on discord- so dm for info !!

HELLO !!

reaching out to the arcane rp community!! i need new rp partners for jayvik 🙏🙏

I don’t mind being Jayce or Viktor. Im into aus (pirate, modern, royalty, western, etc.) Im into show canon (S1: in between act 1 & 2, S2: act 1, 2, & 3 etc.) Im also into S2 Jayce & S1 Viktor or vice versa. Im open to a lot of ideas but please- anyone 🙏

I rp on discord- so dm for info !!

POWDER FELL DOWN

A WELL.

—   [   ...   ]   It can't be as simple as us versus them. I know if I sing loud enough, they'll listen!.

piltoverstar : independent,   selective   &   private   seraphine based strictly in the arcane lore  adored by   yelena © for promo

any jayvik or caitvi rpers still active? i play viktor and either caitlyn/vi. i’m also happy to play a platonic jinx against vi. dead dove welcome. discord only. shoot me a message or like this post!

ARCANE RP FINDER

I just watched Arcane for the fourth time, and I’m looking for somebody to play Vi against my Caitlyn or Jayce against my Viktor.

I roleplay on Discord, am a literate writer, and use third person. NSFW is welcome, and I prefer to write as switches.

I love all kinds of themes including dead dove. We can discuss triggers and plot something together.

Please contact me or like this post if you’re interested! Thanks :)

Open Rp (Verse: Hexcore)

She was fine right? Right? Yeah totally fine Totally Fine

Nothing to be concerned about, just a girl wandering up and down some dock area, muttering to herself.

Totally fine.

Oil groaned loudly, stopping in place as her head fell back to stare up. At the smoggy sky.

She was really missing the stars.

Her folly-as she had so lovingly named it- sat in pieces in her bag. Which was in eyeview propped up against some crates. Unzipped with her blue hoodie half-hanging out of it. She was keeping an close eye. Didn't want anyone running off with her stuff.

She'd spent the day wandering about, trying to find somewhere familiar in a sea of buildings and people that she simply didn't know. A junk shop in place of the jewellry store, a broken and smashed storefront where she knew to be a resturant.

And of course, she just happened to fling herself back to when her usual haunt just happened to be a functioning factory! So she couldn't even kid herself into believing this was all a bad dream.

"Should have listened. Didn't. Bloody stupid girl" she cursed, a fisted hand slamming into her thigh in annoyance, the pain a relief for the moment before her emotions became a messed up clump again.

A noise caught her attention and she gave her attention in the direction it came from, her eyes starting to change into a bright shimmer purple as her heart began to pound.

Gun hidden under her shirt, back holster.

She narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat

"If you are gonna be a creep. May as well own it!"

Open Rp

"Welcome Welcome! Find a place. Sit or Stand. Be right with!" Oil called, her voice loud and clear over the jazz music floating through The Last Drop. Hearing the door open all the same.

Just filling in for her bartender. Pretending she didn't know a "headache" was just code for "hungover" She was the Boss. She had Standards Barely

She was currently crouched behind the bar, fighting with a box that had managed to wedge itself under the sink. Impressive 10 minutes ago. Frustration inducing now.

With an annoyed mutter, she pushed up and back. Blinking to adjust to the midmorning sun that streamed in through the windows. Oh and the skylight.

Ma's idea. She hated it. Didn't have the money yet to fix it A Shame

Eyes flicked over to the greeted guest, an easy smile appearing on her face as she leaned against the bar. Head propped up by a hand.

"What's brought you to the only place you'll get a drink from before noon my friend?"

Open rp

Oil was scared

Terrified even

She'd played with technology she'd been warned was dangerous, straight from the mouth of a man who had played around with it. Who had seen the cause and effect.

She had thought she'd known better. Known More Idiot

So when the small device, she hadn't even given the damn thing a name, had dumped her, rudely on her ass, in an alleyway and had broken on her. She'd been pissed.

Then she'd taken a look around. Panicked.

This was not the Zaun she knew. Smog. No stars in the sky. The air felt charged. Instincts whispered 'bad. no safe. move'

So she'd stuffed the pieces of her broken folly into her backpack, and had hurried into a speed walk.

Where?

The Last Drop.

Safety Wrong

She had found a free table, somehow, in the darker area of the bar. Her eyes darting from person to person, dangerous looking, desperate looking. Trying to avoid eye contact. Not wanting to draw attention.

Possibly doing just that. She didn't know. Her hands tightened around the straps of her bag, trapped against her legs under the table. Her eyes now squeezed shut. Burning.

Fighting the urge to cry. Someone had to help her right?

Right?

OOC

(So Hi, this blog is majorly in a WIP status bubble while i shift it around from one OC to another BUT.

This is my rp blog for Oil, a very very self indulgent character lmao. She's a ship kid descendant (Hello fellow timebomb fans. sorry for the tag my loves) and i'm trying to decide what features should have been carried down so WIP FC is just Jinx until my sims behaves itself and I can hop in and fiddle around.

2 verses for her. 1 is set 100 years or so after the events of Arcane, 2 is set during the events of. So if anyone wants to come throw their rp character at mine. I am grabby hands'ing rn.

Okay thank you darlings mwuah~)

Hello Victor, i have one question for you.

As someone studying language and literature, I've been told by many that my area of study is useless, simple, and less complex as compared to those involved with science, physics, or math. I have the highest respect for those involved in these STEM studies, but I'm often discouraged and find myself doubting my intelligence because of these comments. As someone who is involved in the "opposite side" of my studies, what are your thoughts? Many thanks.

Tell me, what is discovery without a means of communication? What is progress without purpose?

Language and literature are not simple, nor are they useless. Science may explain the world, but words shape our interpretation of that world… write our histories, define our cultures, change our thoughts and opinions. Science and literature both require great insight and creativity to uncover and deftly wield universal truths.

Intelligence is not only comprised of equations and experiments, but also of the ability to interpret, convey, and inspire. Many scientists direly lack these skills.

Perhaps those who regard your field as lesser ought to read more books.

ABC if you wanna roleplay Arcane on Amino, Discord, or Snapchat!