*Thanks to everyone who participated in the first #chembaroncaitlynweek, it was a treat to see all of your works!
Check out the AO3 collection and tag, and feel free to use both in the future for any other Chembaron Cait work.
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An AO3 page titled “Craving an Excuse” Summary: A dealer is never to get high on their own supply… Or so Caitlyn had said when she wrested control of Silco’s shimmer empire and taken her seat upon a throne more crooked than the smouldering remains of The Last Drop. Yet, as she sat, one ankle crossed over her knee, she watched a pair of wrapped hands bring a flickering flame to the end of her quellazaire. Heat took hold and a pale, purple smoke floated, languid, from its end. - After putting down one of her henchmen, Caitlyn finds herself at the end of a shimmer-laced cigarette once again.
‘Craving an Excuse’ a short piece written for #chembaroncaitlynweek days 2 and 6 (shimmer/drugs and caitvi) is live on AO3 now :)
archiveofourown.org/works/72304776
#arcane #caitvi
Caitlyn Kiramman sits in the dark with one of her doberman dogs. The only light filtering in comes from the green lights of Zaun behind her window and from her shimmer infected eye casting an eerie glow on the room. Her window is flanked by purple curtains and she sits in a purple chair. Gone is her brown cloak from her early days as a chembaron, instead replaced with a green military style cloak, golden clasps keeping it secure. Her dog wears a gold chain around its neck and they both stare at the viewer as Caitlyn sits in her purple chair.
Close up of Caitlyn Kiramman sits in the dark. The only light filtering in comes from the green lights of Zaun behind her window and from her shimmer infected eye casting an eerie glow on the room. Her window is flanked by purple curtains and she sits in a purple chair. Gone is her brown cloak from her early days as a chembaron, instead replaced with a green military style cloak, golden clasps keeping it secure. She stares at the viewer as Caitlyn sits in her purple chair.
Caitlyn had learned a lot in her fall from grace and rise among the very kinds of people she hated. Namely, you can't get to the top without stepping on a few necks. Her aim as a marksman was feared, that much was for sure, but when she got that look in her eye? It wasn't the One-Eyed Wolf that should be feared, but the fierce loyalty of her dogs who wouldn't hesitate to tear a man apart if their loving master so commanded it.
Chembaron Caitlyn Week - Day 7 - Free Day
The only thing more fearsome than Caitlyn and her guns is Caitlyn and her dogs.
Read blurb on 3rd pic for more.
#caitlynkiramman #arcane #doberman #chembaroncaitlynweek #artistsonbluesky
Caitlyn Kiramman and Vi in an embrace in front of a window. They are bare, Vi with her eyes closed leaning in to kiss Caitlyn while Caitlyn's face looks like she is having second thoughts. Not about her love for Vi, but for where her thirst for revenge has led them both. Vi didn't deserve to drown with her.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be revenge, but she had gotten so deep into trying to eliminate Silco and the other Chembarons that she ended up playing their game too well. Was she truly any better than them? And worse, she brought Vi into this, she felt like she was pulling her under water with her. Could she let them both drown?
Chembaron Caitlyn Week - Day 6 - CaitVi
No one questioned if Cait and Vi were in love, but Caitlyn questioned if loving Vi was the right choice when her actions were causing them both to drown.
#caitlynkiramman #vi #viarcane #arcane #caitvi #chembaroncaitlynweek #artistsonbluesky
A drawing of Caitlyn and Vi in bed. Caitlyn is topless and leaning over Vi. A tattoo of a green snake with violet flowers and smoke and waves spans her shoulder and shoulder blade. Vi's right pant leg is ripped, showing a surface level cut on her leg. A knife is embedded into the mattress between her legs.
getting ur tattoo artist to tattoo violets on u and they still don't take the hint... gotta threaten them a lil
#ChembaronCaitlynWeek body mods / weaponry
#arcane #piltoversfinest #caitvi #vi #caitlynkiramman
Chembaron Caitlyn holds her pistol to Sheriff Marcus' head. A bruise is on his cheek from where she pistol whipped him in the face. She stands tall over him, her posture imposing, her eyepatch covering the eye his actions ruined. Pink shimmer smoke wafts through the air of the factory they are standing in. Sheriff Marcus is on his knees, pleading.
"Hello, Marcus," the once kind and noble Caitlyn said, stepping from the shadows of the factory, her prized pistol in her grip. She twirled it around her finger, one, two, three times, a confident movement in her step as she approached the corrupt sheriff. "I prefer rifles, usually, they're cold, precise, no need to get myself dirty in the trenches with the enemy. But pistols—" she switched the grip to hold the pistol by the barrel and slammed the pommel against his cheekbone, "pistols are personal." The sheriff was always a cowardly man, caring more for station than honor and the other things the position demanded, and he collapsed to his knees, an attempt to placate the One-Eyed Wolf. The girl who became the monster he made. She raised her pistol, leveling it between his eyes. "Please, I have a daughter," he pleaded, a tremble in his voice. He had no doubt she'd kill him without a second thought. "So did my parents." A shot rang out, followed by a heavy thud as his body fell lifeless before her. And then nothing. Caitlyn felt nothing, the shot didn't bring her parents back, it didn't undo the pain. She was just as empty as she was before.
Chembaron Caitlyn Week - Day 5 - Weapons
Rifles are cold, pistols are personal. Caitlyn finally gets her revenge on Sheriff Marcus, but can it fill the void? Read the second pic for a short story blurb.
#caitlynkiramman #arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek #artistsonbluesky
Caitlyn Kiramman stands at the bars of her prison cell, a bandage over her left eye that is bloody, a shimmer pink tear running out from under the bandage. The glowing pink veins of the shimmer infection peek out from under the bandage. Her face and left hand are covered with bloody cuts. Her good eye is wide with fear, staring out at the viewer pleading for help. She is alone and afraid as she clutches the bars of her cell. The top part of her prisoner number peeks out from the bottom of the screen: 616.
Caitlyn Kiramman, inmate 616, arrested for the murder of two Enforcers and the suspected murder of her parents. Only, that wasn't quite right at all. Caitlyn insisted over and over that it was self defense, she didn't know they were Enforcers, and even if she did, it changes nothing, they killed her parents, so she grabbed the gun her mother dropped and shot them dead. It took all the strength she had after they nearly killed her too. Barely had a chance to get patched up before more of Marcus' men burst through the large front doors, shouting and screaming at her to get on the ground. There was no energy left to fight, and hardly any will. Her parents were dead, and any illusions she had that the Enforcers were meant to be the good guys were killed in that moment. Caitlyn Kiramman, inmate 616, had lost any sense of hope she had in the world. And when the shock died down, that hope was replaced with pain and a mighty thirst for vengeance, for justice.
Chembaron Caitlyn Week - Day 4 - Prison
Caitlyn was imprisoned after being framed for the death of her parents and the killing of the two enforcers who broke into her home. It was the start of the end for the girl who was once kind.
#caitlynkiramman #arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek #artistsonbluesky
Title: gold only made my skin cold Summary: There's a rumor a buried weapon in Zaun possesses the power Caitlyn needs to exact her vengeance. If only she knew the price to wield it.
For @chembaroncait.bsky.social day 3: tattoos! Darkin AU
#chembaroncaitlynweek #arcane #caitvi
archiveofourown.org/works/72069906
I love the Darkin AU that @noksie.bsky.social came up with so this one was fun to write as well lol
Oh dear, it looks like Shimmer and tattoos go hand in hand.
archiveofourown.org/works/72073301
#chembaroncaitlynweek #arcane #caitvi #fanfic
Caitlyn Kiramman sits in a royal purple chair, she appears to be in mid conversation. She is in a tank top and her high-waisted pants. Her tattoo, a one-eyed wolf head devouring a snake with the Kiramman keys behind its head is on full display. She has scars on her right arm and left hand. Her eye is pink from shimmer infection and dark pink capillaries spiderweb out from the eye. The skin is malformed around the socket and glowing pink veins venture out past the scar along her cheek and forehead. Her hair is in a bun with one strand hanging loose in the front and an undercut going all around the sides and back.
Close up of Caitlyn Kiramman sits in a royal purple chair, she appears to be in mid conversation. She is in a tank top and her high-waisted pants. Her tattoo, a one-eyed wolf head devouring a snake with the Kiramman keys behind its head is on full display. She has scars on her right arm and left hand. Her eye is pink from shimmer infection and dark pink capillaries spiderweb out from the eye. The skin is malformed around the socket and glowing pink veins venture out past the scar along her cheek and forehead. Her hair is in a bun with one strand hanging loose in the front and an undercut going all around the sides and back.
After escaping Stillwater Keep with Vi, Caitlyn immediately sought means to establish the woman she felt she's become after the tragedy. She assumed the moniker of the One-Eyed Wolf, she fully intended to be ruthless against the other Chembarons, especially Silco and her former boss, Sheriff Marcus. She would be the wolf that devours the snakes. On her upper left arm, she got a tattoo of a one-eyed wolf devouring a snake with leaves surrounding it. Behind the wolf's head, a broken symbol of house Kiramman, the keys remaining but the Ks removed. There was no Caitlyn Kiramman anymore, she died with her family. An unintentional mod was her eye having been severely infected with shimmer during the incident, the eye was grossly damaged and shimmer had gotten into the wound during the attack, shimmer that was intended to frame her for something nefarious.
Chembaron Caitlyn Week - Day 3 - Body mods
A look at the rising chembaron's tattoo, ruined eye, and scarred face. She is no longer Caitlyn Kiramman, she is the One-Eyed Wolf.
Read third pic for more details.
#caitlynkiramman #arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek #artistsonbluesky
title: I can hear the whisper Summary: Caitlyn will do anything to save Vi. Anything.
for @chembaroncait.bsky.social week day 2: shimmer!
#chembaroncaitlynweek #caitvi #arcane
archiveofourown.org/works/72011396
Lazarus Pits but instead it's Shimmer Pits lmfao characters simply do not die when they are killed
Caitlyn Kiramman, scarred, sitting in the dark over correspondence letters. A busted vial of shimmer lay next to her feet as she cradles her head in her hands. Veins of bright shimmer creep along her bare skin, a tattoo of a wolf head with part of the Kiramman crest peek out from behind it, a tattoo of a snake winds up her forearm. She is clearly in pain.
Close up of Caitlyn Kiramman, scarred, sitting in the dark over correspondence letters. A busted vial of shimmer lay next to her feet as she cradles her head in her hands. Veins of bright shimmer creep along her bare skin, a tattoo of a wolf head with part of the Kiramman crest peek out from behind it, a tattoo of a snake winds up her forearm. She is clearly in pain.
The aftermath of the attack on her estate left her battered and nearly dead. Her treatment in Stillwater Keep did little if anything at all to ease the pain or heal the wounds, physical or mental. When they escaped, Caitlyn found there were some healers who knew how to ease the pain that wracked her body, especially her now blind eye. How unfortunate, that the thing she was trying to fight before all of this, had become something she reluctantly clung to just so she could manage the pain.
Chembaron Caitlyn Week - Day 2 - Shimmer
Caitlyn's injuries during her fight against the two corrupt enforcers had caused her much pain, forcing her to rely on shimmer to manage the injuries. Please read 3rd pic for more info.
#caitlynkiramman #arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek #artistsonbluesky
Fic title: keeps me alive again Fic summary: The chembarons burned Caitlyn's world to the ground. Caitlyn has her eye deadset on returning the favor.
Very excited to be able to contribute to @chembaroncait.bsky.social !!
#chembaroncaitlynweek #caitvi #arcane
Day 1: Rise to Power
I'm so excited to be able to write more Chembaron Caitlyn b/c it's such a fascinating concept overall and I'm so excited to see what the fandom cooks as well for her :D
Caitlyn Kiramman in high-waisted blue trousers, a white blouse with gold adornments and blue collar and cuffs. The sleeves are rolled up revealing a tattoo of a snake and leaves on her left arm. She is wearing brown suspenders and her shooting gloves. Her face is half obscured on the left side by a brown cloak as she walks down the streets of Zaun, a green fog rolling over the landscape.
closer view of Caitlyn Kiramman in high-waisted blue trousers, a white blouse with gold adornments and blue collar and cuffs. The sleeves are rolled up revealing a tattoo of a snake and leaves on her left arm. She is wearing brown suspenders and her shooting gloves. Her face is half obscured on the left side by a brown cloak as she walks down the streets of Zaun, a green fog rolling over the landscape.
Caitlyn was getting too close to revealing Silco and Marcus' alliance, and thus, she had to be dealt with. The plan was just to set Caitlyn up for a crime, ruin her credibility, lock her away. But things went wrong, the corrupt officers that broke into the Kiramman manor accidentally killed Caitlyn's parents, and gravely injured the young Kiramman scion, costing her an eye. But Caitlyn wasn't going to go out without a fight, she grabbed her rifle and killed the officers, and upon realizing they had been her colleagues, her suspicions grew. Marcus couldn't let this get out, he pinned the entire thing on Caitlyn, using his power as sheriff to lock her away immediately. After months in Stillwater Keep, conspiring with a young inmate named Vi, the two of them made an escape. Caitlyn promised Vi she would help her find her sister Powder, if Vi helped her seek revenge on Silco and Marcus. To fight Silco, she would play his games, rival him, push him down and out. If only she didn't start to lose herself along the way.
Chembaron Caitlyn Week - Day 1 - Rise to Power
Read 3rd pic for description of Chembaron Cait AU. With nothing left for her in Piltover after being set up by Marcus, Cait begins her campaign of revenge against the sheriff and Silco.
#caitlynkiramman #arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek #artistsonbluesky
Partial inks of Caitlyn Kiramman in a formal shirt with high waisted pants and suspenders. She is wearing a hooded cloak that obscures her left eye
Last WIP Wednesday before Chembaron Caitlyn Week let's gooooooo.
#caitlynkiramman #caitlynarcane #arcane #artmine #chembaroncaitlynweek
The storm howled through the open chambers of the temple of Janna, a benevolent maelstrom that cleaved through the pervasive blanket of Gray that usually inhabited the crumbling walls. Maryam shivered and pulled her threadbare robes closer to herself as she made the rounds to check on the candles. In all the years that she had been caretaker to the, never had the wind blown the candles out; a benediction that was granted by Janna herself. However, she had a duty to the temple and to the faithful to ensure that the small sparks of devotion stayed lit despite the ache in her bones. She puttered around slowly, so engrossed in her task that she almost missed the lone figure sitting in quiet contemplation. “This is no weather for even the most faithful to be out here,” Maryam said kindly to the figure. “Come, child. Let's get you out of the storm lest you catch your death.” The figure rose gracefully - tall and svelte, her simple but well maintained clothes fluttering in the wind. A bright blue eye looked at Maryam from under the hood of the robe, and the woman in front of her gave her a small smile in return. “And yet you tend to the faithful, alone,” she said in Maryam's native Shuriman, a hint of the polished consonants of topside peeking through the rough burr of the dialect. It was unexpected, this far down in the sumps. Most topsiders strayed no further than the Temple to Janna in the Entresol level, but Maryam would not deny a follower, no matter where they hailed from. “Ah, but my life is sworn in service, and there is much to do,” Maryam said lightly, leading the woman towards the warmth of enclosed walls. A gentle hand stopped her, and she looked up questioningly to see a shy look cross the woman's face as a gloved hand held out a wrapped bundle of robes towards her. The woman smiled once more. “That there is, amma. Please, let me help.”
The Chembaron Caitlyn Letters
7- Maryam, Priestess of Janna
Written by Nox
ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/Noksie
bsky: bsky.app/profile/noks...
twitter: x.com/Noxtato
Read all of the letters here: archiveofourown.org/works/68111401
#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
Caitlyn sits on a wide throne. She is wearing a dark purple fox mask and a white suit. Vi sits on her lap wearing a white mask and a dark purple suit Text reads October 10th Day 6: CaitVi Enforcer Chembarons Agents Rivals Pitfighter
Day 6: CaitVi
Sub-themes are suggestions, use them as you see fit, or ignore them entirely
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Caitlyn walks towards the viewer, a rifle in her hand, several other arms, including Vi’s gauntlets, spread out behind her, each holding a different weapon. A rifle, a sword, a pistol, and some loose bullets Text reads October 9th Day 5: Weaponry Guns, Knives, and Dogs Information and Blackmail Mercenaries Bombs Aggressive Negotiations
Day 5: Weaponry
Sub-themes are suggestions, use them as you see fit, or ignore them entirely
#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
A gloved hand reaches for a game piece labeled "Still Water" Text reads: Day 4: Prison Prison break Prison takeover breaking expectations gangs
Day 4: Prison
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#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
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The Chembaron Caitlyn Letters
6- Unnamed Enforcer
Written by Shar
ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/Hawiia...
Twitter: x.com/Hawaiianshark
Read all of the letters here: archiveofourown.org/works/68111401
#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
A gloved hand moving a piece on a large strategic map of Zaun. Text reads October 8th Day 4: Prison Prison Break Prison Takeover Breaking Expectations Gangs
Day 4: Prison
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#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
Overhead shot of Vi giving Caitlyn a tattoo Text reads October 7th: Body Mods Prison Tattoos Yakuza Legacy Chemtech prosthetics
Day 3: Body Mods
Sub-themes are suggestions, use them as you see fit, or ignore them entirely
#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
Their walk to the shimmer factory every night was the same. Three steps, one cracked, into busted up pavement that passed for a sidewalk. Lightposts, once bright and evenly spaced, paid for by some richer-than-average do-gooder, lay broken across the sidewalk, with a few survivors struggling to stand. It was a dim walk even when the sun was up, and only their familiarity with the area got them from home to the factory with relative ease in the dark. The only difference between one night and the next were the missing posters pasted to the remaining lightposts. They were the closest thing to news they got in this neighborhood. Every morning, as the light fought its way down into the Lanes, they checked to see which neighbor, which friend, which enemy had vanished overnight. Missing posters were never removed, only covered up with more, till the lightposts were thick with people long forgotten. Their own parents were some of those people. It was the closest they got to a proper burial. Three steps, avoiding the crack, to the busted up pavement. They froze on the last one, foot hovering in midair. Something was different. The lightposts had been replaced. The light, brighter than that of the sun, cast eerie shadows between the cracked pavement. Stepping out of the shadows felt wrong; they were exposed, vulnerable to whom—or what—ever might pass by. Most upsetting were the missing posters. Like a graveyard paved over, every single one has been removed. The last pictures of their parents, gone. In their place were heavy, blue posters with gold writing. They couldn’t read, but even they could recognize the ancient insignia at the top of each poster: Two ornate keys, locked in an eternal duel.
The Chembaron Caitlyn Letters
5- Unnamed Zaunites
Written by Mags
ao3: cinderoni (archiveofourown.org/users/cinder...)
bsky: cinderoni (bsky.app/profile/cind...)
Read all of the letters here: archiveofourown.org/works/681114...
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Vi swimming in a pool of purple liquid while Caitlyn sits on the side. Text reads: October 6th Day 2: Shimmer/Drugs Speakeasy, clubs, and brothels Medicinal Drug Bust Hedonism
Day 2: Shimmer/Drugs
Sub-themes are suggestions, use them as you see fit, or ignore them entirely.
#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
It took all of ten seconds for her to realize a tectonic shift had taken place in the three months since her last visit to Zaun. Instead of the typical gang of slimeballs, on the dock stood a lone figure, tall and draped in a cloak of deep navy. “Well that doesn’t bode well.” Rafen muttered as they slipped closer to the docks. “Business as usual, I’ll deal with our new friend.” She said before vaulting onto the deck, putting herself between the stranger and the city. The figure turned to face her with machined steel precision and a gaze that sent ice through her spine. Several more pairs of worn boots landed behind her, the crew hastily tying off the ship and forming up behind her. An explosion of bubbles from the opposite side of the dock caused everyone but the stranger and Sarah to jump out of their skin. “Captain Fortune?” The woman’s voice was clean and astute, still Zaunite, but unlike any of the rough and tumble dialects associated with Piltover's Undercity. “Who’s asking?” She replied. Her smile was easy, but she thumbed the hammer on one of her guns all the same. The bubbling intensified, and Sarah’s eyes flicked to a spot where the water churned like it was boiling. For a second she swore she saw a hand break the surface. “A new business associate," The stranger said, producing a crisp envelope from inside her cape. "I have a proposal I'd like to discuss with you." Sarah stepped froward to take the papers, when her smile faded. “What happened to Reg?” The stranger’s lips curled into a gash of a smile. The bubbles stopped.
The Chembaron Caitlyn Letters
4- Captain Sarah Fortune (Part 2)
Written by Drac
ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/dracul...
Twitter: x.com/draculafacto...
Tumblr: www.tumblr.com/blog/dracula...
Read all of the letters here: archiveofourown.org/works/68111401
#arcane #chembaroncaitlynweek
“Storm’s comin’.” Sarah Fortune shifted to the side wordlessly to make space on the narrow stern of the Syren. Rafen settled in, leaning on the railing beside her. “You feel it too, don’t you?” “Yeah,” Sarah said with a sigh, tipping her head up towards the sky. Rafen grunted, and she grinned. “What, no advice for your captain this time around?” He shrugged, the movement jostling her arm. “Nothing you’d want to hear.” The admission settled like the stench of rotting sea serpent guts in the air between them, souring the grin on her face. No, she did not want to hear the fact that she’d been refusing to admit to herself. Not when she was this close. Regardless. “Gather the crew at sundown.” Rafen hummed pensively. “You sure?” “We’re not turning back,” she admitted. “But I’ll make it work.” He laughed softly. “Aye, cap’n,” he drawled, sincere and fond. “You always do.” She flashed him a grateful smile, tipping her hat before she stalked off to her cabin to plot. The board was set, the pieces were in play, and Sarah Fortune was willing to roll the dice and weather the storm. The door slammed shut behind her, blocking out the clear skies and the ever growing silhouette of Piltover and Zaun on the horizon.
The Chembaron Caitlyn Letters
3- Captain Sarah Fortune (Part 1)
Written by Nox
ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/Noksie/
Read all of the letters here: archiveofourown.org/works/681114...
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