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Viktor with purple eyes, my beloved.

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More of my au Viktor this time it's some s1 act1 realness (aka pre firelight) :)

In this au ekko and viktor kind of have a siblings/close cousins vibe goin on bc I think it'd be cute.

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Now that arcane is over im seriously starting to doubt its “inclusion”

Mel being the disposable black girlfriend

Sky existing solely for the development of a white man (viktor)

Ekko and sevika both dedicating their lives to the betterment of zaun and getting absolutely 0 recognition and instead being favored for the white girl that didn’t even want the position (jinx)

Ekko having no personal development outside of jinx (white girl) and his only real purpose in arcane being to save the day and never being mentioned again

Silco being an antisemitic stereotype

Sevika being called an ogre by a white girl?????

Now that I’m actually looking at this shit, it kinda sucks. And when you consider the fact that the whole p/z conflict was thrown out the fucking window with the “both sides are bad” p.o.v + the fact that the whole reason the p/z conflict exists in the first place is because of ship angst, it feels like they never cared about any of it. The inclusion, the commentary, the mindfulness, it was all fake. Like damn. They really dont give a shit and never did. Its all just racism in pretty packaging :/

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Melly Melll🥹💛

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silliest

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Hey I just read your post about disability in fiction and I was wondering if I could make a request in which viktor needing a breather , which ends up with him and reader falling asleep and forgetting about the deed ?

Absolutely all good if you don't wanna write this,just thought I might pop it In your asks anyway

Btw I love your writing!!! 😊

Hey Anon! So, as I mentioned before, an exact opposite of this situation happens in the last chapter of The Game of Teaching Body. And here we explore what would happen if the deed was forgotten.

Mendings, Minor and Major

viktorxgn!reader mature! with a splash of angst and fluff

word count: 1,4K

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You swallow a drop of sweat, rolling from Viktor’s nose onto your lips, every bit of moisture welcome as your body gradually gets dehydrated under his. You hear a faint groan, his arms flex around you as he quickly hides his face in the crook of your neck, his rhythm uneven, stuttering, and you soon begin to recognise the groans as ones of pain, instead of pleasure.

You prop his head up, your eyes questioning, but he refuses to look at you. “Viktor? Do you need to stop?” Your grip slips past his cheeks, both your hands and his face wet, as he drops his forehead to your chest and rasps, “No.” His fingers close around your wrists to stop you from touching him this way.

Silence, for a moment, then he adds, “No, I just need… a moment.” He resumes, and a minuscule change in his angle makes you moan and press your thigh against his hip, squeezing a startled hiss out of him. Another pause occurs.

“Viktor—” you breathe, cradling his shoulders and running your hand down his spine. He shudders, and you can feel him shaking his head in the crook of your neck. “No, it’s fine. I am fine. Just… wait for a moment,” he pleads, and you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Viktor, it’s okay,” you try to soothe him, running your fingers through his hair. “Please, let’s stop?” This time, it’s you making a plea, and you can feel Viktor’s face contorting against your skin. He lets out a quiet snarl and disconnects from you, a sad squelching sound echoing between your breaths. You can feel him already softening, but before you can see, he rolls off you and turns with his back to you, curling up.

“Hey,” you say quietly, placing tentative palms on his shoulders, but he winces away and shifts further toward the edge of the bed, as if your touch somehow burned. Your first instinct is to turn around yourself and just let it go, swallowing down the tears welling in the corners of your eyes. You gulp for breath and get up instead.

Footsteps quiet and careful, as you circle the bed to crouch by his side. Viktor’s eyes are squeezed shut, his face annoyed when you place another tentative touch on his shoulder.

“Please, just go to sleep,” he says weakly, plucking your hand off him. Hearing no movement, his eyes open and fix on the space between you and the mattress. “I am fine. Let’s just go to sleep,” he repeats with less impatience this time.

You shake your head while saying quietly, “No. Not like this.” Your own insecurity creeping in as you weigh the options in your head. Have you done the right thing?

“Please, not like this,” you plead again, cupping his cheek, and his face immediately looks pained.

“What do you want?” he sighs, exasperated. Regrets it in an instant as you give him an involuntary wounded look. He moves backward to let you into his side of the bed, and you crawl in wordlessly.

You don’t have to ask where it hurts. Your body clings to him, your hand beckoning his leg to hook over your hip, and when he hesitates, you beg, “Please, lean on me.” He’s already cooled down, his arms limp as you try to drape them around you. “Am I so awful that you don’t even want to cuddle me?”

“No, I just… I don’t need the pity,” he says quietly, looking down, somewhere between your collarbones. He winces at this admission and feels your stare burning into him.

“Viktor, I do not pity you,” you state firmly. “In fact, I’m a bit cross with you.” Very carefully, you sneak in the quiet truth that has been stirring somewhere in your thoughts.

He sucks in a breath, his brows furrowing, before his expression softens. “And why, pray tell, are you a bit cross with me?” he asks, his tone less hostile. A window is opening. Cracking, only ajar, but you sneak your fingers in, against better judgment.

“You still pretend with me. No matter how long we are at this, there comes a point at which you slip back into pretending,” you mutter into his neck, quietly, as if not backing your own words up. Your fingers twitch on his chest, and he shifts, clearing his throat.

“Are you calling me an impostor?” he probes, the edge in his voice faint. Analytical brain overrides his lizard one, and Viktor holds his breath, waiting for your elaboration.

“No, I am calling you reckless. And for no higher reason, since you don’t have to be—not with me,” you huff, not realising what you are being pulled into.

“Here, I would argue, as it was being reckless that brought me to you,” he says quietly, his fingers curling into your hair. His words tumble in your head, and you frown.

“And what do you mean now?” You can feel your heart fluttering dangerously in your chest, as your voice rises into a hiccup.

“Falling in love is reckless, at least in my condition. It leads to... injuries,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with a quiet sorrow.

“Viktor, falling in love is always reckless and potentially always leads to injuries, no matter the condition,” you counter softly, brushing your thumb over his collarbone.

“Yes, but certain injuries are possible to mend, whilst mine are not,” he says, his voice strained. “If anything, they will get more severe with time, causing you injuries of your own in the process. And every time this—” he pauses, gesturing vaguely toward his leg, “happens, I get reminded of it.”

You take a steadying breath, your hand moving to his chest. “And they will be mendable. And you will help me mend them. As for yours,” you say carefully, pressing your palm over his heart, “we will mend as much as possible. A lot of minor mendings.”

Viktor chews on the inside of his cheek, searching for anything to say. He blinks a couple of times and doesn’t move, just stares at you blankly. Then, he allows his body to do the talking—his leg nestles deeper into the dip of your waist, and his arms pull you closer as he releases a breath and rests his forehead against yours. “Alright,” he surrenders, leaving the revelation of what you have just mended to himself.

The window now open enough to squeeze your head in, and you take it, nuzzling your nose against his. You hum, as your lips ghost over his and just stay there, touching. You can feel his eyelashes tickling your cheek and his breath mingling with yours.

His body relaxes into your touch, and he can feel his breath traveling from his chest down to his belly. It rises against yours when yours retreats into exhales. Your hand kneads at his hip gently, and he hums, pressing his face further into your cheek.

He kisses you slowly, his tongue lazily dragging on the inside of your mouth, a quiet sigh slipping from between his lips. Each movement unhurried, gentle, as it carries no expectation, only acceptance.

You thread your fingers through his hair, your nails grazing lightly against his scalp, earning another soft hum from him. His better leg shifts, tangling further with yours, until you can’t tell where one of you ends and the other begins.

The kiss grows lazier still, breaths blending together as his lips linger on yours, moving so little, almost unmoving. His hand trails down your back, coming to rest at the small of it, anchoring his imperfections between yours. Warm and welcoming, you keep him close, palms sagging as you trace his features, eventually falling tangled on his chest.

You murmur against his lips, half a word, half a sigh, as your eyes flutter closed. Viktor lets out a low chuckle, muffled by your mouth, and then his lips still against yours, though neither of you pulls away. Slowly, the space between waking and dreaming blurs, your bodies softening into each other. His arm still drapes over you, his head dipping forward just enough that your noses brush. Your lips remain touching, warm and gentle, as sleep finally overtakes you both, leaving you tangled together, mouths faintly pressed, in the quiet comfort of something small being mended.

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"Congratulations Miss Young, your projects have borne fruit."

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spreading my viktor wolfcut agenda

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The only reason they made Maddie a Noxian spy is because otherwise, she would've been a victim in this entire situation, and people would see how shitty Caitlyn's actions actually are.

Cait is still Maddie's superior. The power imbalance is very much there, not to mention the way she treats Maddie outside of their affair. Imagine if instead of being a 'traitor that weasled herself into Caitlyn's bed to gain her trust', Maddie was just an innocent young officer who was manipulated and used by her boss. It just makes Caitlyn look way worse, which she is, because she didn't know Maddie was a spy, so in her eyes, the difference in status didn't matter.

The writers needed somone else to be the scapegoat while Cailtyn did her thing and everyone was already against Maddie because she 'got in the way of Caitvi', which is not true by the way, Caitvi was always going to be cannon. Personally, I think it's ridiculous, but I've seen it happen time and time again in fandoms, so I'm honesty not surprised.

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the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.

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guy who’s stuck in a timeloop for so long he stops wanting to leave it. guy who started out trying to escape but slowly grew used to and became comforted by the familiarity of the repeating day. guy who is no longer who he was before the timeloop. guy who is offered a way out and violently refuses it because he can’t leave, doesn’t want to leave. guy who escapes the timeloop by chance or force or accident and doesn’t know how to live anymore. guy who keeps going through motions that don’t match the situation and keeps having conversations that aren’t actually occurring. guy who panics every time he realizes he can’t predict the next instant. guy who left the timeloop but still lives with it.

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Me to arcane season 2

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Jayce frame study

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Season 1: parallels are just nice addition to the story, making it deeper if you notice them

Season 2: parallels explain the plot, characters' actions and motivations

I have huge problem with Jayce being stuck in that chasm in alt_timeline as a parallel to Viktor's life (beside the fact that Viktor just watched him suffer when he could easily help him but not the point). This parallel just doesn't work for me because writers fucked it up.

First, i must say that parallel itself is not entirely correct.

Jayce breaks his leg on accident while Viktor was disabled because of gasses where he grew up. Personal mistake vs something beyond your control.

Jayce crawls his way up to survive in the wild while Viktor was fighting his way up among people. Fight against nature vs fight against society.

These little nuances wouldn't even matter if the show wasn't trying to convince you that Jayce understood Viktor and his motives after this expirience.

Because he didn't.

More precisely, writers didn't.

They wrote "you've always wanted to cure what you thought were weaknesses" speaking about Viktor's leg and desease and this line ruins everything because it's simply not true.

It was never shown that Viktor saw it as weaknesses. He just wanted to save himself from dying.

So the parallel doesn't work for me because in the end it just looks like Jayce judged wrong (even though the show sets it up like he was right)