She wasn't Powder anymore.
Powder died with damp concrete rain in her lungs, and smouldering ash hissing under her feet.
She used to think the rain would cleanse her, but nothing would be left if it did.

#Jinx #Powder #Arcane #writing #drabble #fanfic?

Powder loved the rain.
The gentle hazy glow of buzzing neon out the basement window, the smell of wet moss and almost fresh air. It tasted of pollution and hope, humidity sinking into her clothing and burrowing into her hair. Then, the sun would break and the undercity ignites in brilliant light.

Jinx hates the rain.
It clung to her, stinging with chemicals, dripping thick with pollution, cold sinking into her bones and nesting heavy in her chest. The flickering haze of neon taunted her, the drizzle giggling and dancing, torturing her with things she could never fix.

Thank you very much!
I based the descriptions of my own bad eyesight, mild astigmatism and -7.25 or 20/200, and how overstimulating bright lights are for me in darkness. I'm happy to hear that I made you feel represented and seen!!

a painting of a woman laying in a bed with a blue blanket and a white pillow Alt: a painting of a woman laying in a bed with a blue blanket and a white pillow, the first frame shows her entire body, the next zooms in, and the final is zoomed in on her face. Her mouth is slightly open, and she's staring directly at the audience.

Me after Ao3 goes down right after writing and posting for the first time in years:

Summary: Vi knew she didn't see like everyone else, but she got around just fine. She didn't need to see across the Lanes, she just needed to see far enough to punch someone in the face, and dodge their returning fist.

What if Vi had awful eyesight?

An AU of Vi through Arcane as she struggles with sight & how that changes her story.

Squint - now on Ao3!

archiveofourown.org/works/80511166

#Arcane #Vi #ViArcane #caitvi #myart