Caitvi + face touches
Dear Liv x Helen community,
Please show me the content you’ve found. I would love art and edits if you have any, but I’d also love fic recs if you know any particularly good ones.
For fics, i’d prefer non-AUs (canon divergence is good tho)
Also anything that also has their friendship with the Doctor :) i love Eight and i love when he tries to wingman his friends
Well my friend, feel free to look through my extensive back catalogue of Liv Helen fanfic (all 192 of them of varying lengths, ratings and topics) 🤣🤣 https://archiveofourown.org/users/RiversOfMars/pseuds/RiversOfMars
And for fanart, here is my insta 🤣🤣 https://www.instagram.com/riversofmarsedits?igsh=MWE1b3RmZ2NqbmRxNA==
Jinx’s psychosis comes through in these quick film scratched doodles. Whenever a flash of her unstable personality leaks out Arcane presents them as if Jinx herself took the film stock out of the projector and madly scratched these doodles into each frame before haphazardly stuffing the film reel back into the projector.
You could look at the entirety of Arcane as if it was a show that was filmed and edited by someone trying to tell a story, but then Jinx (as her own character) has found the film reels of the show and is actively interacting with it to tell her OWN side of the story. These scratches and doodles are essentially Jinx’s commentary track.
But what’s interesting to me is HOW her doodles often represents WHERE in her arc she is.
For example. Early on these doodles are deliberately being used to BLOCK out scary or unnerving imagery. The soldiers on the bridge, the bad memory of her sister yelling at her. Jinx chooses to draw OVER these moments. Literally trying to scratch them out from her memory. Because she’s a child here and Jinx’s personality has always been about protecting her child self, it makes sense that even as a commentator she is choosing to block out these moments to protect her child side.
But as the story goes along, her doodles take on a more narrative function. She starts doodling characters talking to her from the sides. She’s not blocking out the memories, she’s actively using the doodles to help give form to the formless voices in her head. She’s saying “see? I’m not crazy, Mylo was telling me shit! Look, there he is behind me!”
Near the end of Season 1 this narrative storytelling choice Jinx is doing starts to become even MORE clear. Now these doodles aren’t just to represent the voices in her head, they are used to re-contextualize her own memories. So as she thinks she sees Caitlyn laughing at her, she literally draws devil horns on her head, reframing this moment of Caitlyn’s fear as mockery.
And of course when Vi triggers Jinx in the climax of the season, her scratches become MUCH more visual and representational. These doodles don’t look like the usual film scratches we’ve seen up till now. If I were looking at this from a filming perspective this would be more like they were literally projected into the set Jinx is acting in. They’re multi colored. They look more pencil like than film scratched. They’re not as bloom heavy as previous scratches, and the film doesn’t jostle about as much indicating Jinx isn’t drawing these directly on the film stock like previously shown. I would say these look more like she’s literally surrounded by her doodles in-camera.
And this continues into season 2. She’s still surrounded by her demons, and it’s filmed the same way as in season 1. The only major difference is that now her doodles are interacting with each other. She draws Isha running around shooting away the bad doodles and trying to protect her. Once again this is Jinx telling her story through these doodles.
When Jinx loses Isha and is contemplating suicide, jinx’s doodles are ALL that remain. The screen turns black and nothing but Jinx’s doodles comes through. This is almost like the memory of her is so overwhelming that she literally blacked it out, and the only way to reinsert this moment into the show is for Jinx to draw it frame by frame. Up until now the doodles have always been drawn on top of the frame. And while Jinx is often in the shots and can appear small and overwhelmed by the doodles, she’s never just outright been blocked out by them. I think that’s what this moment represents. She is so lost that she can only recall this moment after the fact and redraw it. It’s not perfect, it may not have even happened this way, but it’s the only way she can piece together what happened between shots.
And finally… when Jinx enters the final battle, something different happens. Up until now Jinx’s doodles have been used to block out memories, draw the voices in her head, reframe moments from her perspective, etc. They’ve been abstracted and rough and off to the side or drawn haphazardly over the stuff she’s blocking out. She never draws it on herself. So what happens here?
She draws an accurate representation of what she looks like in that moment on top of herself.
This is Jinx FINALLY coming to terms with who she is. She’s showing us that in this moment THIS is who Jinx is. It’s not abstractly represented. She’s not blocking anything out. She’s not reframing the moment. Shes not recreating frames that were missing. She’s just drawing what is represented in the shot and who she is now.
If these doodles are Jinx adding commentary after the fact then this flash is her putting a punctuation on the end of her arc. Up until now these doodles could be seen as her showing HOW she became Jinx, but this final moment is her saying this version of her is the TRUE Jinx.
And of course, there’s the “THE END” shot. That is Jinx literally signing out her story. If you ever needed proof that Jinx is alive, the fact that Jinx doodles all over the show is proof of that. Arcane is Jinx watching back the story of her life and adding her own notes and commentary to the film reel itself and that is what WE, the audience, are watching.
I'm so excited to share this! This AU has taken over my mind!
Caitlyn: I'm going to have to tie you up and blindfold you
Vi: okay. You should probably hit me in the face also.
Caitlyn: good idea
Vi: and then I can spit on you
Caitlyn: perfect great I'll make sure to rub your spit over my mouth while making intense eye contact
Vi: this is great our plan to infiltrate the camp is so normal and also regular
Ambessa, after watching her idiot lesbian mentee get visibly turned on by the spit thing in front of her: okay I have GOT to kill the other one
This is Ambessa's face during the spit thing, btw...
We really got a shot of her watching... she looks SO done with them ahahaha
Congratulations to Arcane Season 2 for sweeping the 52nd Annie Awards!
The Doctor does NOT and has NEVER loved River Song (And If You Think Otherwise, You Must Be Watching a Different Show)
Listen, folks. It’s time to face the facts. The Doctor has NEVER loved River Song. Not even a little bit. And I have 17 rock-solid, completely canonical, absolutely not contradictory reasons to prove it:
- He only took her to Calderon Beta to show her the starriest night in the universe on her first night in space jail, which was also their honeymoon night. A night that is literally impossible to replicate with anyone else ever again. But no, not romantic. At. All. Just two people who happen to be married, spending a totally meaningless night under the stars.
- He only stuck around for the mystery of her and once it was solved, he… checks notes …continued planning elaborate dates, risked his life for her, wrote her poetry, spent centuries in her company, and doing domestics with her. But yeah. Definitely just a phase.
- He kept an entire diary to track their time together. But that’s normal, right? Just an intergalactic, timey-wimey version of a Google Calendar for the woman he definitely does not feel any sort of romance for.
- He was willing to let all of time and space collapse just so they could have a linear married life. You know, because that’s what you do for a woman you have no strong romantic feelings for whatsoever.
- He planned intricate dates just for her, dressed up for the occasion despite usually looking like a sentient pile of laundry, and bought her custom-tailored outfits so they could match. You know, just friendly little outings. Buddies. Chums. Mates.
- Whenever she calls, he comes. No matter the situation, no matter how much danger he’s in, he drops everything and rushes to her side. He’s probably just really into checking his voicemail.
- He wrote her love poetry. But, like, strictly in a platonic way. Just some totally neutral iambic pentameter for the fun of it.
- Despite being universally known for his terrible time management, he is always perfectly on time for her. Which, of course, doesn’t mean anything. He just suddenly became a scheduling genius when she was around.
- He keeps asking her to travel with him. Like, repeatedly. Like, he can’t take the hint that she has a life outside of running around in space. Almost like he wants her there. But that would be ridiculous.
- The entire universe knows that the easiest way to lure the Doctor into a trap is to put River in danger. Because he will always come for her. But that’s not love. That’s just… reflexes.
- He “only” took her to Darillium because he was lonely. And then, in an act of sheer, meaningless, absolutely not-love-driven desperation, he spent 24 years (and more) being domestic with her. Just hanging out. Not a big deal.
- He built a whole planet just so they could have a little more time together. You know, because nothing says "total indifference" like terraforming an entire celestial body.
- An entire archipelago, famously known as "The Lovers Dreaming Island", exists where the islands literally form the shape of their intertwined bodies. That’s just standard planet-building, really. All geography is accidental.
- He physically defied the laws of the universe to hold onto her data ghost. The whole "ghosts can’t be touched" thing? He literally said, "Mmm, no thanks" then proceeded to french kiss her goodbye. But that’s really just the kind of farewell you give to someone you were forced to be with.
- He keeps a spare TARDIS key inside a book called The Time Traveler’s Wife. No significance whatsoever. Probably just the only book lying around.
- Her words gave him hope when nothing else could. Her voice became his mantra. But no, not love. Just, you know, some lady saying things.
- But yeah, sure, he never loved her. The universe must be wrong. The Doctor must be wrong. The literal geography of an archipelago must be wrong. The foundations of time itself must be wrong. Or… maybe the Doctor is just the most emotionally repressed idiot in the cosmos, and we’ve all spent years watching a romantic tragedy disguised as sci-fi nonsense.
Final Conclusion: The Doctor absolutely, 100%, definitively does not love River Song. And if you believe that, I have a prime piece of real estate in the Medusa Cascade to sell you.
Kudos to Joséphine Meis for her Annie Awards nomination, Best Storyboard (TV/Series) category. Such an incredible achievement and well-deserved recognition for this beautiful work. Don’t miss out on Josephine’s masterful work✨ (video source)
I just really need her to know
So there's words to this now too! @venomwrites made them and they are both more heart wrenching and more comforting at the same time
...I have a lot of feelings about this
Welcome to another Liv/Helen AU :D Will be updated once a week, 27 chapters, let's gooo!
Summary: Classics student Helen Sinclair has resigned herself to study love as the academic, in books and poetry, but never for herself. It had always seemed like a far-fetched concept as she kept her head down, worked hard to be worthy of her place at Oxford University and not just rely on her family influence to carry her through. Her studies - and life - take an unexpected turn one sunny spring morning, when a chance of something exciting and new falls into her lap - quite literally. (Rating up to Explicit but starts off General cause the slow burn is real)
Helen Sinclair had made a mistake. While the sun shone brightly on one of the first truly nice days of spring, the grass of the luscious lawns of Trinity College remained deceptively damp. Blowing a wisp of blonde hair from her eyes, she released a small huff of annoyance.
She should have brought a blanket. Or at least a coat.
Between carrying her reading materials, notebook and a packed lunch, she had decided a blanket would break the camel’s back, or in this case, her own. Casting a glance back in the direction where she knew her student rooms to be, she weighed her options. Alongside the sun plenty of her fellow students had emerged from their halls, study rooms and the libraries of Oxford University, keen to take advantage of the nice weather. The lawns and gardens were teaming with life, and she knew a prime spot like the one she had picked - backing against one of the garden walls and overlooked by a gorgeous magnolia tree - would be snapped up in a heart-beat if she didn’t hold on to it.