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most insane shot in the entire series. caitlyn’s arms locked around vi like she’s claiming her soul, vi shoving her back like shes possessed and yet the kiss didn't even budge, not even a fraction. oh they were starving. this is the type of greed they talked about in the bible

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Caitlyn probably stares at the only pic of Vi she has :))

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No estoy llegando, tu estas llorando 🥹

Jinx saved Isha from Stillwater like she probably wishes she could have done for Vi

And Vi saved Isha “when the real monster showed up” like she wishes she could have done for Powder

“Maybe this is like a do over.”

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Do you guys know respectable mexicans absolutely LOATHE Emilia Pérez and a mexican trans woman did a short film in like a week mocking it and called it Johanne Sacreblue and it's all french sterotypes and at some point it has Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting a mime in the background while the characters talk and the amount of rats in the scene increases each time the frame changes? It's important to me that people know this

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Did someone say tiny Caitvi

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two shades of blue ☄️

last piece of 2024! happy new year friends.

print!

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Tattoo session 2 🧁

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artist - @ujugn on twt

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Love the idea of everyone assuming Jayce and Viktor are dating when they call the other their partner 😂

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2014: Korrasami held hands

2020: so Catradora could kiss

2024: so Caitvi could fuck in a prison cell

sapphic nation, rising and thriving

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A study pt.2...

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sea waves...

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If I had a nickel every time a mentally ill girl was sacrificing herself for her beloved redhead woman by letting go of her while being pulled down a huge pit by a creature of an enormous size I D HAVE TWO FUCKING NICKELS

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Quiet Regret :Arcane Oneshot

*Imagining of what Sevika was up to in beginning of S2 A3*

Sevika sits quietly in a stitched and taped old armchair in the darkness of her private room, the only sound the soft swirling of the amber liquid in the thick, heavy glass in her hand.

Isha is gone… Vi almost died saving Jinx, and she still hasn’t woken up… Jinx surrendered. She is in custody…

She had received word a week or so ago… she wasn’t really sure anymore. She paid the messenger, tipped him with instructions to ensure he kept his mouth shut—it didn’t matter if Jinx surrendered; if her “fans” found out she was behind bars, they would be washing Trencher blood off that godforsaken bridge—and sent him on his way. The information played in her head over and over in a loop. She stared straight ahead, swirling the glass slowly, not realizing she was squeezing until she heard that whisper of destruction before it cracked completely and white-hot pain lanced through her palm.

“Fuck!” She threw the shards across the room, casting blood with them, and stomped angrily to the sink, her breath heavy and ragged with anger as she ran the wound under the dingy water creaking from the faucet. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes stung as memories, unbidden and unwelcome, forced their way into her mind.

“Don’t ask me to take care of them, Vander. You know why I can’t.” “I know... and I’m so sorry that happened to your daughter. But these girls, and Mylo and Claggor—they don’t have anyone else. I don’t know what else to do,” Vander sighs. “Do whatever you need to, boss… but I’m a soldier. Not a mother. Not anymore. So if you want me to stick around, don’t expect otherwise.”

She turned off the water, grabbing a thick strip of cloth and, using her teeth to assist, looped it around the cut and tied it off with a grimace. She walked back to the chair and sat down, heavy with exhaustion that had nothing to do with sleep, as another memory crept in.

Her lungs heaved, her muscles burned, her eyes stung with sweat. She grinned and threw a quick combo: jab-jab-front teep-cross! Her opponent crashed into the mat, groaning. She grinned. “Better luck next time, Grimes,” and slipped easily out of the practice ring while those in attendance laughed and cheered. Vander raised a glass from behind the bar in salute, and she returned it with a grin. She walked over and plunked down in a chair in the corner, only to see a shock of pink hair staring at her from around the corner. “It’s rude to spy, Vi,” she said curtly. The little girl peered slowly around the corner and walked over, her eyes too intense for only ten years of age. She stood straight in front of Sevika. “Will you teach me that?” she asked. Sevika scoffed and looked away. “Vander is already teaching you.” Vi tapped her knee firmly. “I know, but... I want you to teach me that,” she said insistently. Sevika turned and looked at Vi square in the face. “Beat it, kid! You’re too weak for anything I got!” she scowled, expecting Vi to haul ass away from her. She turned her head for only a moment when a small but surprisingly strong hand punched her right in the chin, followed by a clumsy attempt at a follow-up, and Vi’s high voice roared in childish outrage, “Don’t call me weak!” Sevika grabbed Vi easily and held her out as the whole bar came to a stop. Vander started to come around, his face stern, but Sevika held up a hand, stopping him. She looked at the ferocious eyes, far too heavy with the weight of the world in the child’s face in front of her, and sighed. “First thing, kid,” she set Vi down, “you gotta learn some patience.”

She would never forget the way Vi lit up with a smile that day. It was that same smile that haunted Sevika’s nightmares on days when she remembered the sound of her blade sliding into Vi’s body...

Jinx and Isha were, of course, more recent regrets. All around her small home was the evidence of their presence. Bits and bobs of various bombs and traps, all inert... she hoped. Isha’s coloring pages were plastered onto the walls, doors, really anything the feral little gremlin could get her hands on.

She hadn’t wanted to let them in that day. Jinx had come by and said they were going to get Vi out of the pit but wouldn’t explain why, and that they should be back soon. Sevika had tried to come, but Jinx had strangely refused. She said they would all be back in a few days. But before they left, Isha had a gift. The young girl grunted and heaved, dragging a comically large sheet of dark metal up the steps and into the main room, levering it up and leaning it against the wall. Sevika walked forward and stopped. In bright, lively colors, rough silhouettes showed a day Sevika recalled all too well. Jinx and Isha huddled low with a large figure crouched low, covering them both as smoke enveloped them. In rough scrawl over the figure representing Sevika was one word: Guardian... Jinx had leaned in close, whispering, “I had to teach her to spell it—don’t be too impressed,” making Isha scowl as Jinx signed it to her as well with a wink. Sevika looked at the little girl, emotions warring in her, and went stiff as the little girl flew across the room, hugging her leg tight. Sevika barely strangled down a tear and allowed a small smile. “T-thanks, kid...” she leaned forward and patted the little girl’s back. Jinx laughed and grabbed Isha as they headed out the door. “Come on, any more emotion may kill Lefty. We better beat it.” As she stepped out, she turned back. “You and Vi be nice to each other when I bring her back... she’s been through enough...” she smiled sadly. Sevika nodded and watched as they vanished into the dark. Remembering a fierce and bright-eyed little girl and thinking... Maybe I can do better this time...

Now she sits alone, staring at Isha’s gift in the shadows. Guardian...

Isha gone... Vi may not survive... Jinx surrendered and behind bars...

Tears of bitterness and loss finally slither past her iron defenses there in the dark. And in that quiet, she allows herself, for only the briefest moment, to remember looking down into beautiful deep brown eyes, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, as she rocked her little girl for the first time...

She stood, angry at herself for allowing the memory to slip through, when out her window she saw the night sky erupt in an orange glow from the direction of The Last Drop. And although she couldn’t be sure... she thought she saw a trail of green light streaking that way in the clouds..

"What. The Fuck. Is That?"

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BOOMHAHAHAHAHAH

artist - @caitviolence on twt

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literally shut up im not crying.

artist - @marceline2174 (tumblr - twitter - IG)