#Caitlyn always tried to do good things all the time but unfortunately most of the time things ended in tragedy like Vi ��

[salvieslovenotes]

Blame it on the sun pt.1

summary: you and Vi have been best friends for years, which is fine, only you also happen to be a teensy bit in love with her. You're handling it, except a road-trip and a week at the beach might just prove to be the tipping point... pairing: fem!reader x vi (arcane) contains: modern!au, collage!au, road-trip/beach!au, friends to lovers. 2k a/n: i haven't written before so please be gentle! this is a part one, where i am it's super sunny and i was at the beach and suddenly thought about a vi beach au and wrote this in my notes app. sorry not proofread! might do part two/three soon xox

‘Say it again,’ Caitlyn instructs.

You sigh, exasperated. ‘Cait, this so isn't gonna work.’

‘It is!’ Caitlyn insists. It's hard to take her seriously from where she's seated on her yoga mat, in the lotus position and glaring you with a determined gleam in her eye. ‘This is your mantra. You're pulling in all the strong, independent energy. Go on! Say it!’

‘This is ridiculous.’

‘Say it!’

‘I am sexy and fearless,’ you say, giving Caitlyn a flat look.

‘And…’ Caitlyn prompts.

You huff another sigh. ‘And I will not spend the whole week pining after Violet.’

‘You won’t,’ Caitlyn affirms. ‘You're too good for that.’ Her smile turns soft. ‘Just relax and have a brilliant time.’

Caitlyn, your college roommate, really is the most patient woman on the planet, and who's been subjected to more than a few of your Vi-related rants. You and Caitlyn aren’t in any classes together but met at pilates, and she's been the best roommate you've ever had. She’s also the only person who knows how you feel about Vi.

It's just... you needed to tell someone. You and Vi have been best fiends for years, since you were small. You grew up together, went to school together, moved away to college together, have the same group of friends. You played in each other’s paddling pools at three years old for god’s sake.

Right now you're waiting for her and your friends to pick you up, and then you're all going to spend a week of summer break on the coast.

You love Vi, of course you do. Only the tiny, totally insignificant problem is that you're also in love with her.

It's fine. You can totally handle this. You have your mantra and everything.

It's not like you haven't tried to get over the way you feel. At first it was just a little crush. So, when your first high school boyfriend asked you out, you said yes. And you liked him, you really, really did.

But your feelings for Vi didn't go away... they just stayed. They just got stronger. But you're best friends, and she doesn't feel the same. You're friends. So you've become excellent at shoving your feelings down, excellent at dating around here and there, excellent at swallowing your jealousy when Vi has another hookup.

She's never dated seriously, but, as captain of the university’s football team, people know who she is. Unfortunately, being on the cheerleading squad, you get to hear just what the girls think of her. Just how they pine for her after a hook up. It's irritating, them always asking you if she's mentioned them, if she's interested. But you've got this. You accept every few of the dates you get asked on, hoping that maybe this time it'll work. That they'll make you forget Vi.

Only they never do.

You're starting to think maybe no one will.

But you're good—you're excellent at pretending. If you happen to slip up and moan to Caitlyn about it then so what. That's what roommates are for. You always make Caitlyn’s on-again-off-again girlfriend, Maddie, pancakes in the morning when Caitlyn is sleeping in.

‘You'll be fine,’ Caitlyn reminds you, eyes soft. ‘Give me a call if you wanna moan. Or put on that little thing that can barely be called a skirt I know you’ve packed, make the whole club want you and she'll regret her whole life.’

‘Ha ha,’ you snort. Vi won't obviously, but Caitlyn’s gentle teasing makes you smile all the same.

There's a loud beep of a car horn from outside.

‘Oh. Guess that's me.’ You grab your bag, swinging the strap over your shoulder and looking around, trying to think if you've forgotten anything.

‘Suncream?’ asks Caitlyn, moving into downward dog with practiced ease. ‘Second bikini? Book? Rose quartz? Passport?’

‘Passport?’ you echo, distracted, checking your bag for the millionth time. There's another loud honk from outside. ‘But we're not leaving the country…?’

Caitlyn makes a shrugging movement. It looks funny from her current position. ‘You never know. Prepare for anything.’

‘Right,’ you laugh, but grab your passport just in case on your way out, calling, ‘bye love!’

‘Remember your mantra!’ Caitlyn yells just as you slam the door of your little flat.

Hurrying down the steps, you find Vi's beaten-up red jeep idling in the middle of the street.

She's twisted around in her seat as you pull open the door, arguing over music with Ekko, Claggor and Mylo, your friends you met at uni. Powder got a scholarship to Oxford for chemical engineering, and so you only see her over the long Christmas break, but you all call often.

‘What's wrong with Sabrina?’ Claggor asks defensively. He's going through a current obsession - his music tastes change weekly based on the girl he's sweet on at the time. Right now, it's Sabrina Carpenter. Juno has been on repeat.

‘Not again,’ groans Ekko. ‘Hey,’ he adds, nodding at you as you drop your bag on the floor of the front seat and swing in next to Violet. ‘Tell him, would you?’

‘I like Juno,’ you shrug, grinning

Ekko groans again, tossing his hands up as Claggor lets out a triumphant ha!

‘It’s good!’ you laugh as Vi makes a loud scoffing noise. It makes you smile; you happen to know Sabrina occupies a significant portion of her workout playlist.  

Something clenches in your chest at the sight of her. She looks unfairly good, wearing a singlet that shows off her tattoos and arms. Around her neck she's wearing a necklace you brought back for her from holiday one time; it's got a mother-of-pearl pendant, and the slightly crazy lady who sold it to you said it carried protective power from giver to receiver.

‘So I’ll be protecting you always,’ you'd said as you gave it to Vi, laughing. It had been a joke, obviously, but her voice was soft as she thanked you. And she hasn't taken it off since. Not once.

Apparently, one time she had a fit before a game when the clasp broke and it fell without her noticing. Ekko, who's also on the team, told you with a funny expression you couldn't decipher that Vi refused to play until she found it.

‘I suppose everyone has funny pregame rituals,’ you shrugged it off. Tying left shoelaces before right, tapping their locker three times.

Still, it makes your heart kick a little faster every time you see the necklace on her.

‘Damn Princess, way to make us all suffer,’ she says, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. It’s an old nickname, left over from the Princess-themed sixth birthday party you had. Vi turns back to the front, glancing at you quickly then whipping back so fast she’s in danger of damaging something, and she stares at your top for a second, eyes wide.

‘Uh...?’ you say, cautious and more than a little confused.

Vi sort of coughs, heat flooding her cheeks. ‘Nothing.’ Turning to face the road, she clears her throat a good three times. ‘Right, everyone ready? Let’s go then.’ She puts the car into gear as you buckle in.

From the backseat you hear Ekko snort. ‘Nice top,’ he says dryly.

You look down at your halterneck. The pattern has small holes everywhere, like a lacy curtain, and maybe it's a bit much normally, particularly as you can’t wear a bra with it, but you figured as you're going to the beach, it’s fine. Powder crocheted it herself and sent it as a gift for your birthday, along with a vaguely threatening and capitalised instruction to MAKE SURE YOU WEAR IT ON YOUR BEACH TRIP. So... here you are, following instructions.

‘Thanks,’ you say to Ekko. ‘Powder made it.’

Vi mutters something you can't quite catch but sounds vaguely like I'm gonna kill her.

‘I love that girl,’ sighs Mylo with a snigger.

As Vi turns off onto the next street, you connect Claggor’s phone, and as Sabrina starts playing you roll down your window and settle back.

Some time later, everyone’s playing fuck-marry-kill to pass the time on the long drive, and Vi’s laughing at something Mylo says. It's almost perfect. If you ignore Vi beside you, the way her hand rests on the gear stick, one elbow on the windowsill as she loosely grips the steering wheel. It's warm; sun pouring through the windows and you’re trying really hard not to stare at veins on her arms, when suddenly she brushes a hand over your thigh.

The gasp that escapes your mouth is frankly mortifying.

Alarmed, you glance around at her to find Vi frowning at you, confused.

‘D’you mind?’

‘Huh?’

‘Uh...’ she makes a face, a small amused smile tugging at her lips, crooked and slipping to one side. ‘I asked if you could get my sunglasses. They're in the front pocket.’

‘Oh. Yep. Sure can do,’ you say hurriedly, fetching them for her and mentally kicking yourself.

You need to get it together.

It's fine.

I’m not gonna pine, I’m not gonna pine, I’m not gonna pine, you repeat in your head. You're distracted enough that you're starting to think Caitlyn has a point with the whole mantra thing, but then...

Then Vi does something completely inane and absolutely devastating (literally just runs her hand through her hair), her bicep bunching as she raises her arm in a way that's unholy, a sight that belongs in a strip club not a sun-filled front seat on a random Tuesday morning. You turn hastily to the window, heart hammering and mouth suddenly very dry.

Oh this is so not fine.

_______________

Damn Little Mix. Damn them to hell.

No one should be dancing like that, to fucking Little Mix of all groups. Like, really. The way your hips are swaying should be studied by hypnotists, because Vi cannot drag her eyes away.

It's magnetic, sensual and playful all in one heady rush. Every time she thinks she’s used to you, thinks she’s got this... yearning for you under control, you go and do something inane, you smile, roll your eyes, nudge her shoulder, and she’s falling all over again.

It feels like she’s fallen so many times. It can’t get any stronger, she can’t feel any more than this—and then somehow she does.

But you’re friends. Friends don’t think about each other like that. Friends don’t have to bite back the other’s name while sleeping with someone else. Friends don’t fall asleep dreaming about each other.

You’re friends, so she shouldn’t go insane when you simply lay a hand on her shoulder, or nudge her hip. Shouldn’t catch herself staring at your mouth and thinking about it against hers—

Nope. Nope, she’s not doing this. Right now, she's busy being mad at fucking Little Mix, who clearly have got it out for her.

What makes it worse is that you two have always been exceptionally close. People often mistake you for being together as a couple, and Vi always tries to laugh it off, make a joke out of it, when in reality it burrows through her like a blade.

Because that's what she wants, it's all she’s ever wanted.

But because of that, how there's always been an easy casualness between you, how your relationship has always been a little touchy-feely, Vi doesn't need to imagine what it would feel like to have you close, she knows.

It’s worse. It’s so much worse. She knows how well her hands fit into the curve of your waist. She knows what the swell of your hips feels like.

Sometimes she can’t help herself, imagining sinking her teeth into the soft flesh, the sounds you'd make. The way you'd moan her name.

Sometimes she feels she's going mad, wanting you. Wanting you when you're right there. Sometimes she feels she is mad already. She'd accidentally broken a mirror last time you introduced her to your latest fling, a boy from another uni you’d met a match. The way he wrapped his arms around you made Vi want to rip his hands off. They touched you. They shouldn't get to do that.

Fuck.

She downs the rest of her drink, swallowing painfully. You’re camping at a beach for a night, mid-way along the coast to your destination. Everyone’s around a fire, stars twinkling in the velvet sky. Mylo has his speaker turned down low, not to disturb the other people on the beach. Firelight flickers across your skin, giving you an otherworldly glow.

Desire and yearning twist inside Vi into something painful, something tinged with ragged desperation. Her hands are shaking slightly where she’s gripping onto her cider can so tightly she accidently crushes it. She's not really sure what's wrong with her.

You're just... dancing. That’s all. Just dancing.

Laughing, swaying in the firelight, twirling as Ekko raises your arm to spin you by the hand.

It feels like Vi’s heart is sitting on her tongue, she has to keep swallowing it back down. Try as she might, she can't look away.

‘Pretty isn't she,’ says Claggor. He sounds slightly amused. Everyone but you seems to know she's got a thing for you. That she's always had a thing for you.

‘She's beautiful,’ Vi hears herself say–confess. She can’t help it; it’s true.

[xetlynn]

Arcane Imagines- Violet

Sweet and Sour

Requested by: @m0ranna "vi and a s/o who looks, seems and acts very soft but is actually a beast when fighting."

[arcane] [main page]

Summary: you and vi have been apart for some time, and when she sees you all the feelings come back.

“Hey, someone’s here for you.” Your only employee, Mexi says, you hum in response waving that you’re coming. You feel slightly grateful to stand up from your desk and be done with all the paperwork for just a moment. It’s been slow running Benzo’s old shop. Nobody has really come in, especially now with everything going on between Zaun and Piltover so money’s real tight.

 You walk out into the shop from behind the counter after your employee leads you there. You look up with crossed arms. “What can I do for you?” Asked with a fake interested tone.

“[Name]? You own the place now?” A familiar voice rings in your ears. Your eyes widened to look more clearly at your past friend/crush. “Violet?!” You jump over the counter, pulling her into a tight embrace. You hadn’t seen her since that horrible, idiotic heist that went so wrong. “Hey!” She holds you close to her, before pulling you back to get a better look at you. 

“You still have that sweet innocent look.” She whispers, pulling you into another hug. Taking in your scent as tears fills your eyes. “How did you get out?” You back away this time, holding onto her shoulders to make sure she doesn’t go away. “Uh, see that pilty officer out there.” She points to the dark haired lady standing outside the shop with her hands on her hips seemingly impatient. “Yeah?” 

“Her, I don’t know why but I’m not complaining.” Vi chuckles and you smile at her. “Want to invite her in?” It stuns her when you offer that, even Mexi was taken aback. She gets nervous, walking into the back so she doesn't have to speak to an officer. “Eh, she can experience the undercity a little more.” Vi waves it off, jumping onto the glass counter to sit down. 

“Looks the same in here.” She sadly sighs, browses the place. “Tried not to change it drastically. Benzo did a pretty good job.” You frown, thinking back to the man who was like a father to you. “Is Ekko…” 

“Nah, he’s doing his own thing now. Unfortunately it's the same with your sister.” You groan, reminding yourself of the blue-haired girl's antics with Silco. “Powder? What do you mean unfortunately?” Vi perks up. “She’s not really Powder anymore.” You start, hugging yourself as you think back to when Ekko begged you to fight with the fireflies. 

“Let’s talk about something else.” You pick up a random gadget, fidgeting with it in your left hand. “How’s the free life?” 

“I want to talk about Powder.” Vi gets off the counter, walking towards you. “Vi, no. You’ll find out on your own. I really don’t want to get into this.” You tell her simply, pleading silently with your facial expression. She wants to argue with you, beg for you to say more but she can’t. Not when your eyes are full of fear and sadness. You’ve always been so sweet-looking. So kind to people, giving them the benefit of the doubt. Which is rare in the undercity. It’s also stupid to most. 

“Okay, okay. I- I don’t know, I’ve only been free for a few hours. This was the first place I went to.” She averts eye contact now. “Hm, I’m the first person you wanted to see, huh?” You joke, there wasn’t really any other option sadly. “Of course.” Vi smirks, nudging your arm. 

“I’ve missed you.” You turn to her, pulling her into another hug. “I don’t want to let go of you. It’s like you’re going to disappear at any moment.” You whimper out, trying not to cry. Vi’s face softens, kissing the top of your head. “I promise I’m not leaving again.” Her hands go to your waist just letting you cling onto her. 

“I’ll kill you before you get the chance to leave me.” You say, causing her to scoff out a laugh. The door bells go off and you both let each other go to see that officer standing there. 

“Sorry to interrupt, Officer Caitlyn Kiramman.” She bows down to you before looking at Vi. “We should get going, I have important things to get to.” 

You raise a brow on why Vi needs to go with this lady so badly. Vi sighs. “Give me a moment.” She tells the officer whose face contorts into an annoyed expression. “I’ve given you quite a few moments to reunite with your girlfriend here.” Cait spits out, obviously very antsy to get where she needs to be. The both of you awkwardly glance at one another now with flushed faces.

“Uh, it’s alright. I’ll see you later Vi.” You chuckle, taking her hand in yours. “There’s a fight in that one arena we used to go to behind Vander and Benzo’s back. It’s huge and you should come. Just like old times.” You propose to her, your face full of hope that she agrees to come. 

“You can bring your bodyguard too.” You tease making her playfully roll her eyes. Cait tries to bite back a smile at the joke. “I’ll be there. I promise.” Vi squeezes your hand before letting go. “It’s at the usual time as well, I hope you remember.” You tell her as she leaves with the girl. “Oh I remember!” Vi calls back. 

When the door shuts behind them and the bells still ring in your ears you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Mexi comes out of hiding. “You two are dating?” She asks curiously. You choke on your spit. “Huh?” 

“Well the officer said you were her girlfriend and neither one of you denied it.” She shrugs her shoulders, taking out her box of things to put away. “Oh, I mean we had a small thing as children but I haven’t seen her in 7 years. I’m sure she doesn’t think about me that way.” You ramble, putting the gadget back that forgot you were holding. 

“I don’t know. The way she looked at you says otherwise.” Mexi winks, your face heats up. “Whatever.” You mutter, going back behind the counter and heading into the back to finish the paperwork you had. 

•••

Vi and Caitlyn rummage through the crowd of people, trying to find you. “I don’t know if we’re going to find her before the fight!” Cait shouts over the yelling and the music that blasted. “I’m gonna try!” Violet huffs, shoving past all the people, getting to the front where maybe she could spot you on the other side of the arena. Her eyes traveled through the sea of moving bodies. “C’mon.” She mutters to herself. She didn’t want you to think she didn’t come. She had only made it five minutes before the fight even started because of what Cait and her had to do. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen!!!” The announcer screams into the mic, only making everyone louder with their cheers. As he speaks, Vi only zones everything out, trying her hardest not to panic when attempting to find you. 

“Isn’t that her?” Cait points down into the arena with eyebrows scrunched together. Vi’s eyes shoot down to see you standing there against a large woman. “Shit, what’s she doing!?” Violet urgently asks, gripping onto Caitlyn. “I think she’s about to fight.” 

Vi gives her a dirty look, giving her attention back to the scene in front of her right as the announcer starts the fight. The woman attempts to attack you but you swerve out of the way. You look up to see Vi and Caitlyn. You blow them a kiss before turning to the woman and throwing a punch. 

The lady doesn’t dodge it in time, getting hit right in the eyebrow. She tries to throw hits at you but you maneuver around them, hitting her in the right places to cause her to stumble. Vi leans over the edge, now cheering for you. “Kick her ass!” She shouts. Even Caitlyn was amazed at your fighting skills. She wasn’t expecting that from someone so… cute and sweet looking. 

You swiped the lady's feet out from right under her. Going in for the punches. The larger lady attempts to push you away with no avail. 

But when she sees an opening after multiple hits to the face she shoves you off of her. Getting herself up. You roll away, jumping to your feet, you weren’t paying attention when she gets a hit to the middle of your face. Violet gasps, nails digging into Caitlyn’s arm. The dark blue haired girl doesn’t pay attention though. 

You spit out blood, wiping your mouth before going after the woman with more passion than before. Looking like a beast in the ring. You go right for her head, only taking a few hits for her to be back on the ground. 

Not even five minutes into the fight and you win. Leaving her knocked out. 

The announcer commentates as the crowd goes wild. Violet listens to all the people saying how little miss [Name] out there is undefeated. “Holy shit.” Cait whispers. You pump your fists into the air, jumping around for yourself. You have blood guzzling down your nose but you’re having a blast with the attention. You look up, locking eyes with Vi who has a look of bewilderment. You chuckle then motion with your head to the exit doors. She immediately understands what you’re saying. “Meet me at her shop, I’ll see you later.” Violet places a hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder before pushing through the crowd.

You and Vi used to sneak and see the fighters in the back frequently as children. Not to meet them or anything but just to say you were in the same room as them. Even then it was kept a secret between you both. 

She sneaks through the men guarding the doors and slips into the very first room she can. Hands snake around her from behind. “Hey!” You scare her, making her jump away from you. She turns with her fists up in defense. You roar into laughter, mimicking her stance. She pouts from being made fun off and smacks your arm. “Why didn’t you tell me you were fighting?! I didn’t even know you could do all that!” She exclaims as you grin. 

“I wanted it to be surprising! Wasn’t I so amazing out there?” You lift your arms, flexing your muscles. “Yeah but honestly I did not see that coming from someone so… adorable?” She tilts her head as she tries to find the right word to call you.

 “Awe I’m adorable?” You poke her side, heading over to the full body mirror in the room, taking the wraps off your hands. “I mean, you’ve always been pretty cute. Like y’know sweet looking. I’ve never seen you even hurt someone!” she maundered, speaking with her hands flailing trying to explain what she meant with bright red ears. 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. I don’t exactly enjoy being some beast fighter but it pays the bills.” You lean against the little table beside the mirror. Staring off into space at Vi’s shoes. “The shop not doing good?” Vi asks. “It’s seen better days. I have enough for everything except paying Mexi but I’m not letting her go. She’s helped way too much for me to do that.” You sigh, thinking about the young worker who you practically took under your wing. 

“So you risk yourself so you don’t have to fire just one person.” She quizzes and you go to defend your actions but she just snickers. “Gosh you really are too sweet for your own good, [Name]. I love you so much.” She holds her stomach as she laughs. Amused by how kind you are. “You love me?” You attempt to tease her but her face drops, realising what she said. “I mean, yeah! I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” She speaks so nonchalantly it catches you off guard. When she said she loved you, you thought of it as a family thing. Not romantic. You weren’t upset but your mind was spiraling now. 

“I’m sorry if it’s too much. I don’t even know if you have a partner already or something. I’ve been gone for so long I just. I’ve never stopped thinking about you even though we were only 15.” She over-explains, and you go up to her, putting a finger to her lips. “I love you too, Violet. I wasn’t kidding when I said I missed you.” You tell her earnestly, your hand going to her cheek. 

Her shoulders drop, relieved by your words. “Oh thank god, I thought I had just scared you or something. I feel so stupid.” You shush her with a small laugh. “I forgot how much you talk when you’re nervous.” You whisper as she plants her forehead on yours. “I only do it with you.” She shamefully admits. 

“Mm, really?” You ask before locking your lips on hers. She moans into the kiss, deepening it by bringing you closer to her. The kiss was rough, making up for lost time. Wandering hands over one another's bodies. 

When you pull apart you grin, throwing your arms over her shoulders. “We're dating.” You state, not asking but telling her. She shakes her head. “I didn’t know that.” 

“Well you do now.”

 You peck her lips. 

•••

Time passes and Vi comes into the shop whenever she can, you let Mexi watch over so the both of you can go out. Always in cute light colored clothes in such a dark place. 

People never understood how you were so bubbly, giving to others and dancing in the middle of Zaun. 

Violet loved it, watching as a street performer played and you danced to music. Children joining you. Even a few adults. It was these moments the undercity needed. A little distraction from the horrors about to come. 

You’d have these sweet moments everyday and then night comes and you’re in people's nightmares. Fighting to pay the bills you said. Fighting to win and prove you’re more than what others call a weak minded, overly nice girl. And Vi’s there to support her girl through it all. 

Loving every second. 

[therealmylesmorales]

What Do I Do?

Summary: Caitlyn called you…but you weren’t supposed to hear that.

Warnings: toxic situation relationship, alludes to smut (minors fuck off or you will get blocked), don’t know if there’s others. Modern!au, we don’t do that crybaby shit over here

Notes: I wrote this all in one sitting while drinking so if there’s any mistakes or anything, don’t talk about it

WC: 1.0k

Part 2

You were at home, lounging on the couch with your favorite show playing on the TV. It was a Sunday evening, the sun was just about to set and you had no classes for the day and decided to spend the rare day by yourself.

Realistically, you would rather have one other person with you but she hadn’t responded to you at all since early morning.

Unfortunately, that was pretty common for Caitlyn; she had her phone on either DND or was just busy altogether. It did get on your nerves a lot of the time but Caitlyn always took your mind off of it whenever you two were together; she always gave you her full attention and you never doubted anything when you were with her.

The only thing that irked you about the taller girl was her lack of wanting to further the relationship. Whenever you tried to broach the topic of finally becoming exclusive after almost seven months, Caitlyn brushed you off or completely changed the conversation. Most times it did lead to arguments that led the both of you staying silent for almost a week until she ended up coming back like nothing happened.

You’ll have to force her to have that conversation one day so the weird grey area you were in would finally clear up.

It was only a few minutes later when your phone rang.

Cait 💜

You couldn’t help but smile at the contact name and eagerly answered.

”Hey, Cait. I was just thinking about you—what’s up?”

She didn’t respond.

“Caitlyn? Hello?”

There was a slight rustling sound on the other end. You stayed quiet incase you could hear anything.

After a few seconds of silence, you finally heard a soft voice.

“Fuck…”

You paused, making sure you heard correctly. If you were right, then Caitlyn was enjoying her own solitude in a different way and wanted to tease you into coming over.

But…something seemed off.

You continued to listen, seeing if anything else could be heard. And soon enough, something else came through.

At first, it was Caitlyn. “Oh, f-fuck. Don’t stop.”

Then the next noise made your blood run cold.

“Yeah, feels good doesn't it, cupcake? You gonna cum for me?”

“No fucking way,” you muttered to yourself. The light blanket that was laying on top of you was suddenly thrown off of you as you raced for the closest pair of shoes you could find.

She wouldn’t—Caitlyn wouldn’t do that to you. That wasn’t like her, was it? You weren’t sure if you believed those words, as much as you wanted to. But on the whole drive there, that was the only thing going through your mind.

You soon found yourself standing outside of her door, the spare key that was hidden inside of her outside plant in hand as you hesitated. Your heart was thudding to the point where you were sure it could be heard from other people. You weren’t sure what was waiting for you on the other side of the door but you couldn’t wait a moment longer.

The door carefully swung open; the living room was clear but there was noise that could be heard from down the hall, towards Caitlyn’s room. Your steps were quiet as you walked closer to the cracked open door.

There was a girl with pink hair laying halfway on top of Caitlyn, who was eagerly pulling her closer, giving her almost desperate kisses. Caitlyn, however, seemed to be enjoying it, thanks to the hefty moans that were coming from her. It was the sounds of the door opening further that gained their attention.

Immediately Caitlyn pushed the other girl off of her, resulting in her tumbling to the floor. A head full of pink jumped up while Caitlyn could only look at you with wide eyes.

“Hi?” The girl said, confusion heavy in her voice. “Are you Caitlyn’s roommate? Sorry, we were being too loud?”

She didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that the only thing that was covered of her was the lower half of her body by a pair of boxers. Yet still, your main focus was Caitlyn, whose eyes were quickly flickering between the both of you.

”Roommate, Caitlyn?” You hissed. “Are you serious?”

”So, no to the roommate then?”

”We’re together! So, no. I’m not her roommate.”

She could only blink at you. “I’m…sorry? What?”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Was the only thing Caitlyn could say at the moment.

You waved your phone at her, showing the call log you received from her not even an hour ago.

”I wasted seven months on you, Caitlyn.” Your voice was tighter, either from anger or sorrow, you couldn’t tell which one. “Almost an entire year, you were—what, with other people?!”

”Person, one, her,” Caitlyn corrected, reaching for her silk robe that wasn’t far from her. “I’m allowed to see other people seeing how we’re not together.”

”Exclusive or not, loyalty just means shit to you, right?”

You could see Caitlyn roll her eyes. “I don’t owe you loyalty. You’re being overly dramatic on technicalities.”

“Technicalities? What—“

“Wait, wait. You have a girlfriend?” You then remembered the third party that was still in the room; she seemed to have snapped out of the stupor she was in. “What the fuck, Cait—you said you were single!”

”Because I am!” She yelled. Cait then turned to you. “We are not together. I don’t know how many times I have to keep telling you this. We’re nothing!”

You sucked in a harsh breath, refusing to tell the tears that were collecting fall. “You’re right, Caitlyn. We’re not together. We are nothing, and we will continue to be that. Go fuck yourself.”

Caitlyn looked surprised at your words. Out of anything, that was the last thing she suspected from you. As you moved to leave her apartment, you could hear her trying to grab your attention once more before Vi intercepted to yell out her own words.

The strong facade lasted until you got into your car. You just settled down into your seat when the tears finally started falling.

[lobster-tales]

Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 6: The First Practice

Summary:  The girls settle in || the bands have their first practice.

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 

Even with three extra people living at the Kiramman mansion, the house still felt vacant. Caitlyn had become so accustomed to Vi and Vander’s cozy clutter, somewhere that was clearly lived-in. In comparison, the mansion felt more like a place of business rather than a home. Everything was always perfectly set and not to be touched, the ornate furniture all lined in brass, not a speck of dust on the carpet. Her youth had been full of restrictions, especially as the only child. Now that she was grown, she made sure to keep her visits brief, for fear that somehow, she would be imprisoned here again.

And yet here she was, unpacking.

Unfortunately, staying at the mansion made the most sense for the meantime, putting her and Vi in closer proximity to the studio. As much as she didn’t want to be around her mother, the logistics were too obvious. The commute to their house in The Lanes was over an hour drive, and her time was too precious with both investigating and managing the band.

Vander was the one who suggested the move, and though Vi protested at first, they compromised by inviting a new roommate. Ekko’s time on the road left Benzo lonely, so it only made sense for the two fathers to cohabitate. Vi eventually agreed, but with the caveat that Vander still schedule her for a few shifts at the pub, when needed.

Caitlyn had been worried about Vi settling into the mansion. She had left Vi behind while she attended the press conference, and when Caitlyn returned, Vi was no longer in the bedroom.

Panicking just slightly, Caitlyn scoured the other rooms. Her mind raced as she tried to think of what area would interest Vi the most. But as she approached the East wing and heard the sounds of blows landing, she knew exactly what her girlfriend was up to.

In fact, Tobias was with her, cheering her on from the workout bench. They both wore tank tops, though Vi was considerably sweatier, her eyebrows knit in concentration as she pummeled a punching bag.

Caitlyn lingered by the door, drinking in the sight of Vi’s back muscles. Her intricate tattoos glistened with sweat, her pink hair falling over her eyes just slightly. Vi landed blow after blow, grunting with effort, the bag swinging in surrender. When Vi finally noticed her, she stopped punching, catching her breath.

Tobias was immediately at Vi’s side with a bottle of water and towel. “That was incredible! You see that, Cait? She had him on the ropes.”

Caitlyn smiled wryly. “Since when do we own a punching bag?”

Proudly, Tobias said, “I got it just for Vi, and good thing too!” He clapped a hand on Vi’s shoulder. “She’s a real killer.”

Vi chuckled under her breath, fixing those silver eyes on Caitlyn. She lifted her head to drink, water trickling from her mouth and down her neck. If Tobias wasn’t here, Caitlyn would have taken her on that workout bench and had her moaning in seconds.

Caitlyn cleared her throat, quelling the thoughts. For now. “Where’s Mom?”

“She took Lux out to dinner,” he said. “I think they went to a play afterwards.”

Well, Cassandra certainly wasted no time. The final nail in Caitlyn's gilded coffin was Lux’s name on that list. Caitlyn knew that her mother would never turn down an opportunity to host a Crownguard, with the expectation that Lux would rave about the Kiramman’s hospitality to her family in Demacia. Not that Caitlyn minded: she was looking forward to spending more time with Lux. Though apparently, she would have to wait her turn.

Vi flexed her arms, then handed over the boxing gloves. “Alright, Toby, you’re up.”

Caitlyn scoffed at her. “Toby?”

Tobias also flexed, though his muscles were much less impressive. “That’s right, I’m rebranding.” Then, somewhat defensively, “I’m cool now, Vi said so.”

She shook her head fondly. “Well I hate to interrupt your fun, champions, but it’s late, and we have rehearsal tomorrow.”

Vi and Tobias shared a groan. “Just one more round?” Vi pleaded.

Caitlyn sighed, unable to resist their matching puppy dog eyes. “One, then it’s bedtime.”

She was actually glad for the extra time, so she could prepare. When Vi entered her bedroom a few minutes later, Caitlyn was perched on her turquoise comforter, legs crossed at the ankles, wearing a sheer bodysuit.

Vi’s face lit up, arousal clouding her vision. But she held back, removing the towel from her shoulders. “Let me shower first, I’m stinking like a dog over here.”

“I like the way you stink,” Caitlyn said. She spread her legs and lifted her hand, curling one finger towards herself, inviting Vi to join her.

The fabric of Vi’s tank top was cold against her bodysuit, but Caitlyn didn’t care, seizing Vi’s salty lips with her teeth. Vi grunted into their kiss, driving her hips against Caitlyn’s. Her arms reached around Caitlyn’s body, hands splayed beneath her as she lifted her, Caitlyn’s legs wrapped around her waist.

“No,” Caitlyn breathed into Vi’s neck. “On the bed.”

Vi paused, then let out a short laugh. “You want me to fuck you on your childhood bed?”

Caitlyn felt her face flush. “Well, don’t make it sound dirty.”

“But you like it dirty,” Vi purred.

Caitlyn bounced on the comforter as Vi dropped her, her mouth captured again as Vi dove on top of her.

Vi murmured against her skin, “You want me like this, don’t you? All sweaty and hot.” Her hand dragged down Caitlyn’s side, tugging at the fabric of the bodysuit. Her hands massaged Caitlyn’s thighs, thumbs edging closer and closer to her center.

She keened under Vi’s touch. “Y-yes.”

Vi pressed a thumb against her, gasping roughly. “You’re already so wet. Did you like watching me work out? Is that why you’re so wet, Cupcake?”

Caitlyn shuddered, squirming with need. “Fuck, Violet, yes.”

“I like hearing you curse,” Vi muttered, drawing out Caitlyn’s pleasure. “You’re a dirty girl, huh? You’re my dirty girl.”

“Yes, fucking-”

Thud thud thud! The door shook slightly with the force of the knock. Caitlyn squeaked as she dove under the covers, concealing her lingerie. Vi rose quickly, collecting herself. She poked her head through the door. “Hey, Toby,” she said, her voice trembling just slightly. “What’s up?”

“You forgot your water!” At least he was oblivious. “Just want to make sure you stay hydrated.”

“Ah, thanks.” Vi waited for him to say something else, but when he didn’t, she said, “Well, goodnight.”

“Night! You girls sleep tight.”

When they were sure he was gone, Caitlyn and Vi both started giggling nervously, cuddling on the bed. “I’m so sorry,” Caitlyn said, face flushing.

“Don’t be.” Vi placed a kiss on her forehead, then her temple, then her earlobe. “Now where were we?” she mumbled.

“I’m kind of-” Caitlyn hesitated. “Well, I don’t know if I’m totally in the mood anymore.”

“You sure?” Vi asked, threading her fingers through Caitlyn’s hair, gently pulling her head back to expose her throat.

Caitlyn hummed in pleasure as Vi kissed her there. “Well, I could be coerced.”

And coerce she did. Vi coerced her six times.

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Vi loved her girlfriend, and she liked her 99% of the time. That 1% was reserved for moments like this, when Caitlyn wanted both of them to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to get ready.

Even though Caitlyn had told her to, Vi didn’t read through the whole packet. So she must have missed the part where rehearsals were starting in the A.M. Vi hadn’t been an A.M. person since working at the pub. So her hood was up, sunglasses on, slouching in the backseat.

They were in the SUV: Caitlyn, her, and Lux. And the chauffeur, who Lux was chatting with while Caitlyn quietly reviewed papers.

Vi didn’t know how she felt about Lux yet. Caitlyn had told her two things about her: they were childhood friends, and Lux liked to talk. A lot. For some reason, Vi thought that meant she was annoying, or self-assertive.

But as soon as they sat in the car and Lux took the front seat, she struck up a conversation with the chauffeur, asking him questions. At first, he was shy, but she gently poked and prodded, breaking down his shell. And Vi realized that though Lux did talk a lot, she also cared. And the latter was a quality she admired in anyone.

The car took them by a coffee shop, which was a saving grace. Lux asked for a complex drink, something with a lot of sugar, and very specific instructions on the foam. Caitlyn asked for chai tea, and Vi for coffee.

“What kind?” Lux asked.

“... Just coffee. Black.”

Their car arrived at the studio first, of course, because of Caitlyn’s punctuality. Vi found solace on the nearest couch and collapsed onto it. Not as comfy as Vander’s couch at home, but comfy enough.

“Hey!” Caitlyn reproached. “None of that, get up!”

Vi stuck her tongue out at her. “No one else is showing up for at least a half hour. I’m going back to bed.”

And she was right. Ekko was next, a decent twenty minutes late, while Jayce and Ezreal were forty.

When Caitlyn’s mom decided to host Lux, that left the question of where to put Ezreal. Viktor volunteered his bedroom, since he wouldn’t be living with Jayce while he was undercover. Caitlyn was unsure if they would get along because of the age gap. But when Ezreal and Jayce walked into the room, bags under their eyes, it was clear they had stayed up late. Probably gaming, Vi guessed.

Everyone warmed up. Vi strummed the Streamer, appreciating the sound. Her attention wandered to Lux. Their meeting yesterday was taken up by Caitlyn’s syllabus, so she hadn’t heard Lux play yet. She was curious, as a fellow guitarist.

Lux was the only one who didn’t have a new instrument. Hers were a pair of guitars, one electric and one acoustic, both white and covered in holographic stickers. She plucked a few chromatic scales, measured and even. Her practice riffs were from older rock songs, though once she got comfortable Vi recognized some from Ekko’s list.

“Alright, alright,” said Ekko. “We’ll start off easy with Starlight. Jayce?”

Vi was ready, but both Lux and Ezreal flipped through their papers, barely in position when Jayce clicked his sticks at a medium tempo. “1 2 3 4!”

It was a stupidly easy part on bass. Straight eighth notes, just switching up the chord. But as easy as it was, Vi’s fingers still stung from going so long without playing. She’d been building up her callouses for about two weeks now, but it would take longer than that for them to really settle in.

Ezreal played the synth melody, Lux echoing him on guitar. There were a few slip ups, one or two wrong notes, but they covered each other’s faults. Ekko didn’t seem to think the wrong notes were worth stopping for, and he sang,

Far away This ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die

There was something different about the song when they played it. Vi tried listening for the change, unable to hear it clearly.

Starlight I will be chasing a starlight Until the end of my life I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my arms

They played through the entire time, never stopping. Ezreal even managed to do the quick, modified scales for the bridge. Ekko sang the last line, the instruments falling away as he suspended the final note:

I just wanted to hoooooold

“Yes!” Jayce whooped immediately, rising slightly from his drum stool. “First song!”

Lux crowed with him. “We sound amazing!”

“Yeah!” Ezreal agreed.

Ekko nodded slowly, sharing a glance with Vi. So he felt it too. That weirdness. “That was pretty good for our first,” he said. “Let’s kick it up a notch.”

They played two more songs, pausing a few times to iron out riffs or rhythms. Still, that energy lingered, and as they reached the end of the third song, Vi finally put her finger on it.

“How was that?” Lux asked.

“... Good,” Vi said, because it was. “You guys did a good job. But um… you said you guys mostly read sheet music?”

Ezreal and Lux nodded.

Vi tried to think of a nicer way to say, Yeah it shows. “Don’t get me wrong, you guys are getting all the notes right. But they’re too… right.”

Ekko brightened with understanding. “Yeah… yeah, that’s it. This is rock and roll: it needs a little more oomph.”

“... Oomph?” Ezreal asked.

Lux pretended to understand. “Oh yeah, of course. Oomph.”

“Put some soul into it,” Vi explained. “Don’t just play it exactly like you hear it, add some spice. Make it your own.”

Jayce knit his eyebrows. “You want us to experiment? Won’t that mess up the sound?”

“Trust me,” said Ekko. “If it doesn’t sound good, we’ll let you know.” He flipped through and chose a new song.

As the morning wore on, Lux, Ezreal, and even Jayce loosened up more. They still weren’t quite what Ekko and Vi were going for, but they had weeks before their first round. If anything, Vi was reassured by the time they broke for lunch. Definitely workable.

Caitlyn brought sandwiches, and they all ate together in a side room. Lux first focused on Jayce, expressing her sympathies for the situation with Viktor. Jayce surprised Vi with his acting. When this whole Viktor undercover thing was still an idea, Vi wasn’t sure how much Jayce would be able to keep it a secret. But he acted appropriately solemn when the topic was brought up, didn’t give anything away.

Lux then diverted her attention to Ekko. She began to ramble a bit as she talked about his songs, how much she admired his artistry. It was weird watching her fangirl over him. To Vi, Ekko was like a brother. She had known him since he was small, when everyone still called him Little Man. Now, not only was he grown, but famous to boot.

Ekko liked the attention, and he didn’t mind listening to Lux’s words. At some point, though, Ezreal cleared his throat and murmured, not unkindly, “Babe. You’re doing it again.”

Lux immediately deflated. “Oh, I-I’m sorry. Sometimes I ramble-”

“It’s cool,” Ekko assured her.

They chewed their food in silence for a few moments. Lux’s phone buzzed and she picked it up too quickly, holding it close as she read. A small smile tugged at her lips, but whatever she’d seen didn’t warrant a response just yet. She finished her sandwich, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she asked, “Ekko, have you ever worked with Jinx?”

Everyone stilled, except for Ezreal, but he picked up on the tension and paused as well. Lux’s eyes traveled around the circle, wondering what she’d done wrong.

“... Yeah. A while ago,” Ekko said. “Why?”

“Oh, um… I was just wondering.”

Another brief stretch of silence until Ezreal said, “Lux met her once.”

Vi raised her head, startled. “You did?”

Lux pressed her lips together: she clearly didn’t want Ezreal to share the information. “Um, yeah, well I wouldn’t say met, just crossed paths. Ez and I went to this party in Zaun once. Well, it wasn’t really a party, it was more of a cocktail hour, and of course we didn’t have any cocktails because we’re underage so it was more of a sparkling cider and appetizer hour, and it actually took three hours instead of just one-”

Vi interrupted, “How was she?”

Lux’s bright eyes were like a deer’s, flitting from person to person as she tried to read the energy. But they kept their heads low, except for Caitlyn, who offered a sad smile and a tiny nod. “She um… She was cool,” Lux said. “She was fun.”

Fun. Not the word Vi was expecting. It was a small word that could mean so much, but it probably didn’t mean anything at all. Lux only saw her in passing. And ultimately, Vi realized she didn’t want to know any more.

Ekko cleared his throat. “Let’s get back to it.”

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Fissurefolk’s first practice went about the way Jinx thought it would. Finn kept interrupting the songs, demanding they start over when a single note was played incorrectly. Sevika was good, not too surprising considering her teacher. Viktor also held his own, juggling the drum machine and keys better than Jinx expected.

Margot stayed during this practice, mostly to keep the peace, and it worked. Sure, the band members snapped at each other a few times, but they never lost control.

This time, Viktor asked Jinx if he could come to her studio, and she found herself allowing it. Sure, she was upset last night, but he wanted her input on some of the tracks and she was eager to help.

The first couple hours passed in total focus. Both artisans were fully dedicated to their craft–until Jinx started getting messages from Lux.

She acted cool at first. Phone would buzz, she’d give it a minute or two before answering. But the more back and forth they sent, the quicker she responded, and the more obvious her ruse.

But then she caught Viktor’s eyes, only wandering to the screen briefly, but enough for her to stuff the phone out of sight. He didn’t ask, just kept his attention on the music.

A phone rang. Not Jinx’s, though, and Viktor muttered something under his breath when he saw who it was from. He turned from Jinx as he took the call. “Allo. Ah, dobriy vecher, dyadya.” Viktor continued speaking in Russian to the person on the phone: his tone was informal, like the way one talked to a family member.

“Okay,” Viktor said. “Okay, bye.” He started when he saw Jinx staring at him. “What?”

“You actually speak Russian?” she asked.

“Yes?” His smile was crooked. “Did you think the accent was just for aesthetic purposes?”

She made an ‘I don’t know’ noise. “I thought you were from Zaun.”

“I am.” He clarified, “My mentor was originally from Russia.”

“Singed?” she asked. “He is?”

“You never noticed?”

Jinx had only met Singed once, briefly. Silco brought her to his lab to pick up something, and he barely said two words to her. The lab itself made more of an impression than the scientist, with its dimly lit collection of strange plants and chemicals. Knowing Viktor from before, she would never have placed him in such a dingy place.

She flipped her butterfly knife with her fingers, thinking. “Takes a long time to learn a language. At least a few years.”

“Mhmm,” he said.

“... So you were his apprentice for a while then?”

“Sure.” Viktor was tending to the soundboard, the volume low as he tinkered with a rhythm. “Probably about… oh, eight years?”

The knife clicked as Jinx froze. “Really?”

“Sure,” he said again. “I found the entrance to his lab purely by chance. I used to make these little mechanical boats, and he was fascinated by them. I was an orphan, you see, so he took me in.”

Not totally surprising, since orphans were common in the Undercity. “Wait,” Jinx asked, “So he, like, raised you?”

“Kind of,” Viktor said. “He provided my basic needs but that was about the extent. Like I said, he was my mentor, never really a parent.” He let out a short chuckle. “If anything, Sky raised me. You remember her?”

“The nerdy girl who had a crush on you?”

He was taken aback. “You knew about that?”

Jinx rolled her eyes. “Duh. I’ve been in mosh pits that are more subtle.”

“Huh. Well, yes. I mean, she got over her crush once she realized I was…” He cleared his throat. “Well anyway. I lived with Singed until we, eh… fell out.”

“What happened?”

Viktor took a moment to decide how much he wanted to say. “Moral differences. He was too dedicated to his work, disregarding anyone or anything that could get hurt.”

“Hmm,” Jinx said. Her thoughts drifted to the mud on Silco’s shoes, but she reigned them in. “But even though you had ‘moral differences’, you kept in touch, huh? Enough that he got you in the band.”

Viktor grinned at her. “You still don’t trust me, huh?”

“Are you surprised?” she said, returning the grin.

“No,” he said truthfully.

The track looped, starting again. Viktor made a small adjustment, added in another note.

Jinx asked, “Can you teach me?”

“What? Science?”

“No,” she said. “Can you teach me Russian?”

“Oh. Okay.” He twisted another dial. “Just the swear words or..?”

“Well, obviously the swear words, but the rest of it, too.”

Viktor’s eyes lit up, but he played it off with a shrug. “I don’t see why not.”

[metaldragoon]

When I was younger, I was really excellent at most athletics.  Not the best sprinter, but I still represented my school in the 100M and was unbeatable at 400M, 800M, 1500M, and high jump.  I played on the best school for soccer and basketball, and while I would never say I was “sociable” I was still surrounded by friends.  That was only until I was 10, so you might attribute to physically maturing at a faster pace than most kids, since I was also the tallest to go along with the fastest and most athletic.  My parents were starting to split up, they never officially divorced until I was like 14 but at around 8 they started living separately with small stints of living together again, and so I was mostly a daycare kid but I was with one of my best friends there and the only kid as athletic as me, though fortunately for track day he was a year older than me so I never had to compete against him.   My mom decided to get back in to teaching once I turned 10, which she had stopped since she was pregnant with me to take care of me, which I feel like makes so little sense because she worked at casinos and stuff until like 2 AM so I never saw her anyways, but, digressing, she found a full-time position.  Some desolate northern town where it reaches -50 and it’s a 4 hour drive to the next town.  I honestly was quite okay with the idea of moving.  I feel like most of my friends had moved and i was like cool, sick of being the lame-o with 40 year old parents and only lived in one house.  Also, being in a tiny town with no competition and training for sports all my life, I was like a whale shark in a fish tank, destroying all school records for my track events, and I feel like success never really mattered even, it just felt nice.  But each year there, being that it’s winter for about 7 months a year, and, weird of an excuse as it may be, the bugs and mosquitoes there are... so aggressive, it’s either too cold or I’m going to be choking on bugs and scratching my self of all my bites or getting bitten by fruit flies.  The sun is so affected by seasons, it’s dark at 3 PM in winter and sunny until 2 AM in the summer.   The point of these excuses is just that I lost my athleticism.  I am still above average, I guess, but I was slower than the year previous each of my 3 years living there.  People never ragged on me about it, I guess they just assumed I didn’t care was the reason, but I knew I just wasn’t as good as people anymore.  Kids that didn’t even play sports could keep up with me.  This is not very pitiable, but after losing all my friends from moving away, to lose my athleticism took it’s toll. My dad moved away from that northern town as my parents were officially done trying to be together, and I moved with him because I don’t know, I guess again it just felt exciting to be somewhere new.  I feel like as a kid all those complaints still didn’t really bug me, this is just looking back at the things that made me.  We moved in to some apartments, and while I would say I really enjoyed my time there, I guess this would be when I started having “depression.”  I never really felt like that’s how I felt.  My dad would work 3PM until midnight, sometimes I’d see him before he’d go to work, he’d make me dinner for me to eat later, and then I’d be by myself, playing computer games and listening to music and talking to lots of people online.  I’d make sure to go to bed around 11 so he wouldn’t know I stayed up, maybe have a little cry some nights because I don’t know, that just felt relieving, which of course it is, but whatever.  I lived about 20 minutes from school, so I’d walk myself to and from basketball practice and soccer was on the weekends so my dad would drive me there, and outside of that that’d be the only time I left the house unless my dad wanted me to go grocery shopping or something.  Something about my dad is that he is... stoic? completely unemotional? I don’t know.  I love him, and think he’s great, but he is not one for talking to his son about anything at all.  He disciplines me on the important things of life and is very reliable, but I feel like there’s no joy in his life or joking around, which I guess I just felt was normal since he was my only real contact.  I guess that’s why I liked being online so much.  I could be emotional and talk about things and be silly without thinking I’m disappointing my father, since he has no idea what I’m doing. I started having a lot of ankle problems, which I feel like honestly didn’t really affect my life, it just meant I missed time in sports, and eventually in Gr. 10 my knees started to go, which came to me giving up sports in Gr. 11 because the pain of practices just became too much and coaches weren’t willing to let me just use that as an excuse to only play in games.  Gr. 11 I moved with my mother who once again moved to some tiny remote town and I followed her, this time definitely under the influence of her emotional instability and feeling guilted about that.  I feel I really hit my low there, as I talked about with my injuries.  The town didn’t even have a soccer team and our basketball team was a joke anyways before I quit.  I was weighing about 250, I still feel like I was pretty athletic, but my knees would give out on me even just walking.  I feel I’ve always had this “pushing my body to extremes” from childhood that I’ve never adjusted to, because in my head I know I can work harder than anyone and succeed because I’m more athletic, and eventually they’ll give up, but they don’t because I’m not more athletic and it just destroys my body.  Maybe my adrenaline rush is just stronger than others because I feel like coughing and being completely out of breath, knees stinging and it being hard to walk because my feet are throbbing was just regular after a game but looking at it now I’m like there’s no way other people dealt with that.  Anyways, I don’t know, I’m just trying to say it was a very low point.  Ever since I heard Caitlyn Jenner talk about how all she did was train for the decathlon and football and everything when she was younger as just being referred to the “great distraction” for her transgender thoughts, which she didn’t understand and just thought were wrong ro something, I’ve found that pretty relatable.  Sports to me were the same things, a way to not be thinking about everything shitty about life.  Without that it was pretty much thinking about is killing my self worth disappointing my parents and making them think they did such a shitty job of raising me? Because that’s not what my suicide is about, and I don’t want them to blame themself, but I know it’s impossible to not.  That was basically my saving grace.  I’d also become pretty infatuated with a girl who I’d been friends with for about 3 years or so.  I know she didn’t like me back, as I had told her my feelings and she told me hers, but there’s always hope that she just hasn’t noticed what there is to like about me yet.  Looking back I feel like a “white knight nice guy here’s my fedora” fucking loser, but I like to also think I was a lot better than that too.  We were best friends and basically all my life was just typing to her and attending school.  My general sadness became directed towards her not liking me, because I always felt that yeah I’m a loser but I know I’m just in a bad spot and I have a lot of potential to be great... and for the person closest to me not to see that or be attracted to it when everything about her is attractive to me was really like a crushing blow to any kind of comfort I would have found in her.  Of course, she still was a great comfort but y’know, you go to bed alone and have insomnia and it’s hard not to focus and drive yourself down this negative road of how pathetic you are. I don’t know, Gr. 12 got a lot better as I moved back with my dad and got in much better shape and actually wasn’t afraid to express myself in English and actually got above C-’s in class.  My dad was living with another woman who’s now my step-mother and her son, who served as a wonderful little brother for me.  I still was a shell hiding in my room at home, but at least I’d have someone in person to joke with instead of devoting it all to my best friend with whom I would throw my emotions up and down on the roller coaster of my mind.  The year went by fine, I played more basketball and soccer and football.   I wasn’t the best, but I was still good I guess My dad, cold as he can be, had no interest in taking care of me past school, so the day after I graduated I moved away to my mother, where I stayed for a few months before moving with my friend in Winnipeg.  I went thinking one, she’s the only good thing in my life so I’ll at least be happy there, and two, hey, most people online “overrate” them self so it can be hard to be attracted when there’s that doubt, maybe the in-person version of me is what she’s been missing out on and I can still make her love me! Naive, of course, but I lived there for a few months.  It was good, but unfortunately I just wasn’t able to get a job and frankly I don’t know how the fuck people figure it out at that young of an age where they just get good jobs or apply to all the right things for post-secondary.  I moved back to my mom’s place, but she had moved in with her then-boyfriend, so I lived in her house she owned as just like an actual tenant, alone in a basement suite.  Those were some very cathartic times, I had a job as a dishwasher with 4 days on 4 days off, 6 hour days, so it would just be me doing absolutely nothing for 4 days until I worked.  Art, or talking to my friend more, drawing a bunch and reading and stuff.  Forming an obsession with Depeche Mode and anime.   Anyways, after moving away from Winnipeg, you know, it was really clear she wasn’t ever going to love me, I mean, it was probably plenty clear objectively a long time ago, but to the blinded fool that is metaldragoon he still always had hope.  But you know, I tried my best, showed her everything I was, and all I would do is cry all the fucking time about it and be miserable so to me I just decided I can’t be friends with her, ‘cus this is killing me.  I don’t remember what I said, but basically just said I didn’t want to talk to her.  I feel cutting her out made everything grey in life, I honestly didn’t get sad anymore, sure I’d cry here and there, but for the most part I didn’t feel negative because I wasn’t trying and failing, but not trying didn’t bring much happiness either.  It was an interesting time in my life, maybe a couple years, where I just wanted to exist and do whatever I did with my life back then.  Playing old games. Eventually I moved out of my mom’s and in to my aunt’s, got a job and moved out there to a basement once again, and lived there for I guess about 6 years.  That’s when I got in to Tumblr, a nice grey place for my grey existence, mindlessly reblog and eventually I got in to GIF making and I got praise for work, even if it waesn’t really “praise” but let me tell you a fucking like or a reblog on a GIF is some real juice and I became pretty devoted to that.  I’d just come home from work, scroll through my entire dashboard, and watch anime just to make GIFs of it.  Fa’ years!  Eventually I started befriending fellow GIF-maker unit-02, dishing out hot GIF tips with her, but of course no one can dish hot GIF tips without getting to know eachother a little better.  Eventually we started really talking the way I hadn’t talked in a long time, and it really felt great to have someone like that in my life again, and it’s gone so much further than any kind of relationship I’ve ever had with anyone.  I told her once I’ve never felt like I was truly the single most important person to anyone before, and it’s true and really quite... I don’t know how to put it better than extremely lame, but, quite a good feeling. Anyways, that’s basically my life.  I wanted to explain all that just to kind of not find a good way to talk about what I wanted to.  Over the last four years, I’ve started working full-time, 40hr weeks.  I’m married now, for almost a full year, and doing okay in life.  I own a house that costs me a lot of money and I make more money than I was ever thinking I would.  But the problem is, work has robbed me of self-reflection, it takes up so much time, I just don’t have time to think of things, sad or otherwise.  I’m married now, I always have someone who wants to talk with me, so even on the free times I did have to think about things, there’s someone there “for me” which is, of course, good, but it prevents me from delving in to my true mind.  I just want more freedom in life again, and all that negative shit that comes with it, I want it back.

All the important years of my life I’ve been depressed, and it’s what makes me who I am.  I want happiness, but I want to be the real me, more.  A man of self-reflection and deep-thinking.  Instead I barely pay attention to conversations because I have too much other shit I have to deal with, and I don’t even have shit to deal with, but my mind is just melted or something with all the shit I have. For now I tell my self to keep grinding, and eventually I’ll have everything and I can stop and return to who I was, but that’s a lot of time and who knows if by then I’ll ever be able to recover who I was?

[auraboundandtied]

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner

There are a lot of muses so I’ll do a quick and dirty rundown for the things they value most.

Ilia: Her main thing is that she wants someone who will be there for her, even when she doesn’t want them to be. In order for her to consider someone as a romantic prospect, they need to prove without a shadow of a doubt that they are here to stay.

Roman: Primarily, he just needs someone he can vibe with. Someone fun and thrilling that can keep up with his hectic lifestyle. Trust goes a long way with him too, and is the deciding factor between a quick fling and a lifelong relationship.

Neo: Essentially unshippable based on my headcanons. She’s extremely aro/ace, and defines intimacy differently from most people. Add her sociopathic tendencies on top of that, and you have a recipe for someone that will never truly love anyone but herself.

Harriet: Hare is mostly uninterested in pursuing a romantic relationship, but she’d be willing to start something with someone that validates her own self image. She’s kind of conceited, so her partner would need to feed into that a little, and also be okay with a very strict military lifestyle.

Fiona: She values kindness and compassion over all things. She needs someone with a kind heart that she feels comfortable being vulnerable with. It’s not as hard as it sounds.

Summer: She also values kindness over all things, but she’s a bit more detached due to the nature of her lifestyle. She tries not to form close attachments so they can’t be used against her, which is why she also hides her identity.

Rook: She mostly wants to have fun, so that’s what she looks for the most. Someone fun that she can just chill and blow off steam with.

Alesha: She needs someone nice that gets along well with her sister. She has difficulty expressing herself, so it would also need to be someone that was able to be patient with her in that regard.

Shamra: There’s very few people Shammy won’t be cool with dating. As long as you aren’t a dick, you’re in.

Brine: He and his partner need to be on the same wavelength. He needs the kind of person that he can know like the back of his hand. If they don’t mesh, he’s out.

Sandra: She looks mostly for people that share her love of discovery and learning. Hit her with some history facts, and you’ve got a pretty easy in with her.

Aqua: Aqua likes people that have a very strong ideology and stick to their guns. The more dedicated to their cause and their goals, the more into them she is.

Lumera: Lumi’s almost never looking for a partner. She values strong morals over everything, and will never pursue a romantic relationship. With her, it’s more likely to just happen by accident.

Celadon: Finds romance to be distasteful. She will never be in a romantic relationship.

Nike: She’s very easygoing with dating. As long as she can crack open a cold one and have a good time with someone, she’s cool.

Alabaster: She’s looking first and foremost for someone that likes her for her, and not her celebrity status. As a fairly famous concert pianist and opera singer, she gets love letters all the time, and she really just wants someone to see the real her.

Violet: She’s here for a good time. She’ll sleep with anyone that lets her, but romance isn’t something she’s actively looking for. If she finds someone she clicks with that’s able to adapt to a high class lifestyle, she’ll be alright with them.

Yarrow: He despises the idea of romance. He doesn’t want to get close to anyone. But if someone is able to actually show him compassion for once in his life, and he can feel vulnerable around them, then there’s a possibility for romance there.

Lily: Lily wants someone who’s just as passionate about faunus rights as she is. Other than that, she’s a sucker for a pretty face and a nice smile, and if they have a cute laugh, it’s practically over for her.

Taupe: Taupe is also fairly uninterested in the idea of romance. He’d always been taught that dependence is weakness, and you should be able to stand on your own at all times. Someone would have to really stick by him being an asshole for any hope at a romance.

Chiyo: Chiyo is kind of similar to Neo in the fact that she is very much a sociopath and is unable to form close attachments to others. Romance with her is virtually impossible, but she’s willing to use the principles of courtship to manipulate others.

Leiko: She’s not really looking, but she would need someone as batshit insane as she is. Someone she can just say “let’s kill tonight” and they’ll be cool with it.

Aeron: Kind of like Leiko, he’s a little off the wall, but not to the same extent. He’s looking for someone he can get into some trouble with, but his job comes first, so he usually isn’t able to make those connections.

Kieryn: Her and Aeron are kindred souls. It’s a wonder they aren’t dating each other to be honest.

Jet: Jet is a lot like Celadon, where she finds the idea of romance distasteful, but unlike Cel, she actually is able to make those connections. It just takes a lot to get through her thick skull.

Alecto: Alecto has little interest in romance, but for her to consider someone as a potential prospect, they have to be very close already. Friends first, then they can get together.

Willa: Willa naturally has a low energy level, but feeds off of the energy of others. So she’s primarily looking for someone with high energy that she can play off of, and just enjoy each other’s company.

Caitlyn: Cait has unfortunately low standards. She’s willing to give just about anyone the benefit of the doubt, so it doesn’t even matter if they’re a dick. As long as they pay attention to her and treat her passably, she’ll be all over them.

Viceroy: She has a very difficult time analyzing her emotions and expressing them in a way that others can understand. Her primary criteria is someone that at least tries to understand her.

Pearle: Pearle absolutely needs someone that makes her feel safe. Soft, tender, caring, no sudden movements. She takes a while to feel comfortable with someone, but once she decides they’re safe, she’ll latch on and never let go.

Mona: Kindness and tenderness are the most important things Mona looks for in a relationship. She suffers from a lot of trauma, so treating her gently is an absolute must.

Cybele: She doesn’t care about dating really. She’d prefer to find someone that shares her fascination with science and robotics, and who’s also okay with her not being around a lot.

Aslaug: Aslaug is looking primarily for someone with a strong, kind heart, that isn’t shy in a leadership position. As the princess of her clan, whoever she is with is basically condemned to a life in the tundra. They’d have to be okay with that for sure.

[cautelous]

I want all of the jules brainworms: collection of short stories for All The Manhandling :3c

Manhandling Symbol Starters

Not quite “All The Manhandling”, but most of them. Four are dream sequences! Under the cut for length.

★ - drag my muse by the arm

It isn’t dragging, really. Dragging implies that Julian doesn’t want to follow. He’s just hesitant, really and…

“Are you certain you’re well enough to dance?” he asks as she pulls him out onto the floor.

“Mister Raines,” Caitlyn replies lightly, turning back enough to cock an eyebrow at him. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He considers that, just for a moment. Yes, she’s here - a little worse for wear, due to an unfortunate run-in at work, but she’s here. Who’s he to deny her strength? To criticize her judgment?

“You are, aren’t you…” he grins, “In that case, lead the way.”

⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back

It really wasn’t supposed to be an argument. An impassioned debate, maybe! It might still be - Julian does struggle to read Caitlyn, sometimes, even after all these years. (Admittedly, all these years have gone by with very few conversations between the two of them. But he knows her, and she knows him - even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Will she?) So it’s an argument, or maybe just a debate.

She’s grabbed at the front of his shirt, yanking him forward slightly. (Intentional? It’s strange, either way, that she is so physical - it doesn’t seem right.) He really should be paying attention to what she’s saying, thinking of a witty response - it’s a debate, it has to be a debate - but all he can really think about is her expression. How if he leaned forward more, leaned down just a little, he could… Oh, he’s tempted. But it really wouldn’t be right. But she’s looking up at him in such a way that he can’t help but think their thoughts are in alignment, and that this argument-debate has all been pretense for-

He finds himself blinking blearily at his alarm clock. Oh. He can’t help but feel disappointed, truthfully, and a little bit embarrassed. The mind really does work in mysterious ways.

But he has to get up and get ready for another day... He waves the dream away and tries to focus on reality.

✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

I couldn’t quite figure out how to do this one.

➜ - smack my muse upside the head

Partially filled below in ♭. A little too cruel for my tender heart.

⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck

Julian has long hair, and Caitlyn is shorter than him by five inches.

© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere

It’s another wonderful night out, nothing but the winter chill and what little stars can be seen in the city. And Caitlyn, of course, steadily at his side. (Julian’s at hers, more accurately.) They don’t have these little adventures all that often - the dances, after all, are the routine - but when they do…!

It’s her turn to show him around part of the city. He’s been here before, he’ll admit, and knows the area fairly well… but the point is to see it through the eyes of another. Mostly. He can’t help himself from wanting to drift away to a sidestreet, his hand trailing away from hers. (They hadn’t been holding hands, of course. That display would be far too personal for their relationship, as well as Caitlyn in general. But they’d been close.)

She puts a hand on his back, guiding him back to her as she glances over and tsks. “Trying to run off on me, Julian?”

“Oh, never!” he grins, feeling his heart soar. “I just saw something interesting, that’s all.”

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down

“Sheriff,” Julian protests, crossing his arms. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Perhaps he’s a little woozy! That’s alright. It’s to be expected. He’s been on his feet for most of the past three days, running around town and teaching and keeping his personal life in order. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. Maybe he hadn’t gotten that much sleep! Maybe he is, in fact, running mostly off of caffeine. But he’s fine. He’s been through so much worse.

Caitlyn continues to point. “Do not make me ask twice.”

There’s a certain sort of cold steel to her voice that convinces him. So he sits, folding his hands in his lap, and tries to ignore how good it feels to be off his feet. She was right. She’s always right, of course… He sighs. He’ll go straight home after this and probably collapse the instant he locks the door. But for now...

He looks up at her with tired eyes and murmurs a thank you.

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)

He really must be going. He can’t take another sick day, not so soon - this winter has been particularly harsh on him, as he’s gotten sick twice now - so he really must be going. The school needs him. They really can’t be expected to find a substitute on such short notice, so he just needs to get up and-

Ah. That’s Caitlyn. He blinks confusedly, once-twice-thrice, and looks down at the hand on his chest as it pushes him back into bed.

“Dear…” he protests, but it comes out as more of a whimper. “I’m well enough.”

“Julian,” her tone’s exasperated, but her eyes are fond. “Stay here. I demand it.”

He can’t refuse an order, of course, especially when it comes from his partner. (Girlfriend is a little juvenile, especially considering all that they’ve been through together.) So he lies back down with a mild huff.

She promises to bring him tea, but he can’t quite recall the phrasing she uses, and then he opens his eyes - weren’t they already open?

His bedroom is dark and somewhat cold, due to the winter months. But he can hardly feel the chill at all over the fever that’s gripped him. He shivers, listening for the footsteps of another in his apartment, but there’s only silence.

A dream, then. Gods. He’s in worse shape than he thought. He reaches a shaky hand for his hexphone and makes the call. He can’t come in today. The secretary agrees that he sounds miserable and wishes him well. He ends the call and stares up at the ceiling.

Then he flips his pillow to the cool side, curls in on himself, and tries to recapture that dream of his.

☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up

“I really didn’t expect him to react so poorly - truly, Sheriff, I-”

Caitlyn pushes a finger to his lips. The shock of it alone is enough to shut Julian up.

“Be quiet, just for a moment?” she asks tiredly, adjusting the ice pack against his face.

They’ve already cleaned up the worst of it. He’d staunchly refused a hospital - he’s never liked the places, really, and he likes them even less when he’s the one injured - and so here they are. His face will heal up fine, he’s sure.

As for the present, though, he’s feeling more than a bit punch-drunk. Does that make this like being splashed with cold water, then, for the sake of sobering up? No, the simile’s too strained. Surely he can think of something, though, even though he’s an artist and not a poet… Well, aren’t poets artists? He frowns. It hurts.

She really does look beautiful, even when upset. It’s a gift. He should tell her that sometime. Later, though, in the future where she’s found him out and can appreciate all of him… He half-closes his eyes and sighs at the thought.

When had she taken her finger away? It’s probably for the best. What’s she saying?

“-keep yourself awake for the next few hours, at the very least.”

Is he allowed to speak again? Presumably. “Of course, Sheriff.”

♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up

Julian does a remarkably good job at not looking down at her hand on his knee. Why? He’d only been going to get up for just a moment, after all, so why…

He follows her gaze across the bar, his own alighting on two men deep in conversation. That’s where she’s been looking all night. There’s a flutter of jealousy in his chest before he realizes why.

They’re perfectly Piltovian. Pinstripes and all. So perfect, in fact, that there isn’t a shred of individuality about them! She didn’t - ah, but she did. He feels like laughing. He’s always been a part of her work, and now Julian Raines is as well! He waits a few more seconds, holding his expression as puzzled, before turning to her. Can’t have himself realizing things too quickly, after all, or she’ll have to suspend too much disbelief.

“Caitlyn,” he chides quietly. Now’s not the time for ‘Sheriff’, clearly. “Here I was, thinking you liked the place for its atmosphere.”

She glances over, quickly, and reads his face in an instant. They’re on the same page. Aren’t they always? “I like it for its people.”

“Well, I’ll stay put until otherwise noted.”

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch

“Sheriff!”

Julian understands, admittedly, that he was out of line. Someone’s weapon is something very personal to them - he has little personal experience in that regard, but plenty of observation - and hextech itself is personal by design. Her mother had made that rifle for her, and it and Caitlyn have had a long career.

Including nearly shooting him down in Demacia, but she really wouldn’t like to know that particular fact! So he just takes a step back and looks apologetic. She’s speaking on hextech and its dangers (he knows, he’s stolen some) and the unacceptability of his actions. He waits for her to finish.

“I’m sorry. My curiosity got the better of me…” which is true enough, although perhaps for a different reason than she assumes. “But you don’t want to hear excuses, I imagine. I really am sorry.”

She nods curtly, accepting his apology, and they move the conversation away from hextech and weaponry even as they stay near the rifle. He has to wonder what would have happened, if he’d reached out just a little faster or if she’d been just a little slower.

Nothing good, presumably.

♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank

Julian doesn’t like people messing with his hair, especially like this. Pass!

♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room

He’s caught. Damn.

It isn’t supposed to be now, not when he’s playing the part of an eccentric art teacher. It’s not right. Everything’s unfinished. But she’s found him out, clearly, and unless he can bluff his way out… he can’t really imagine a way that this doesn’t end poorly.

It’s really all his own fault.

“Julian,” Caitlyn says flatly, and that’s not what he expected. Why not his sobriquet, unless…?

He turns to face her, expression a mix of fearful and confused. But there’s hope, too, buried beneath it all. “Yes, Sheriff?”

“Waverly Tower is not open to the public,” she continues, and he feels like laughing from relief.

“No, it isn’t.”

“And yet you have climbed it for your art.”

He lets surprise play across his face, takes a few moments to seem as if he’s steadying himself. “There’s no hiding from you, is there… Should I be expecting a misdemeanor charge?”

She thinks over it - he knows that she’s weighing the pros and cons, weighing his reaction and their friendship and her credos. Then she comes to her verdict.

“No. But I do expect it to not happen again, Mister Raines.”

He feels like beaming, but settles for a humble nod. The slammed door is forgotten… Had she expected him to run? Oh, not for something as minor as this.

“Of course, Sheriff.”

♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them

This is ridiculous. The Sheriff is shorter than him by several inches, and lighter as well. There is absolutely no reason that she should be able to pick him up with this much ease.

...It is ridiculous, but he’s not one to complain. Julian shifts, ever-so-slightly, to look at her.

“You know, Sheriff, I’m usually the one doing the lifting,” he remarks, chuckling. “If you were feeling left out, you could have asked!”

He has no doubt that she’s capable, considering the fact that she hasn’t dropped him yet, but… Well. She really shouldn’t strain herself, and he wasn’t expecting to be picked up at the moment, and…

“I’d like if you could put me down now, however.”

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

Her fingers feel like cold steel around his jaw, wrenching it towards her. Brown eyes meet blue. The earth and the sky. Gods, no, now isn’t the time for metaphor.

The Sheriff’s voice is low and hard. “Think carefully about what you are claiming, Mister Raines.”

It’s not a claim. It’s the truth, one of the few truths he has. “...Sheriff, I can tell you every detail.”

It isn’t supposed to end like this, no, it’s not- it’s supposed to be endless chases until there’s nothing left to steal, lifetime after lifetime- it’s supposed to be love and dances and- but it can’t be, it can’t be. He can’t bring himself to lie to her for a moment longer.

She slaps him with the back of her hand, something cool-burning dispassionate-passionate cruel-deserved, and he wakes from the nightmare with a strangled scream.

♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth 

Julian short-circuited when I showed him this prompt, so it’s not happening.

☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back

He doesn’t resist. The game is up. Fifteen years, leading to… leading to… well, it doesn’t really matter how he feels about it. This is her victory. He’s happy for the Sheriff, even if his thoughts are so loud that he can hardly hear her words.

“Ambrose Julian Marchand-” no, no that’s not right that’s not the right name, “-you are under arrest.”

This can’t be real. It has to be a dream. She wouldn’t be so cruel, would she? Does he deserve it? He must. He can’t see how he’s hurt her, though, unless the chase itself was the cause, but that makes no sense. He doesn’t understand. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go-

He feels the cuffs snap around his wrists. Cold, cold metal. His mind stops its racing.

It’s all over.

...Isn’t it?

☠ - slam my muse into a wall

No :(

☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

He short-circuited again.

[unknown-cold]

People will never understand the grief and suffering that Caitlyn went through, they will never understand the complex characters who always did good things but unfortunately the world didn't do them justice. The characters who go through stages of despair, grief and anger, these are the characters the writers wanted to give you so that you understand the complexities of humans through fictional characters. They want to send you a deeper message than just this evil character who wants revenge. It's more complicated than that.

So let's get into the topic and why I made this post:

First Caitlyn never wanted to kill the child to get to Jinx. You never saw a character who was controlled by anger. Caitlyn saw nothing in front of her except Jixn, the person who completely destroyed her life. She became obsessed with Jinx in the same way that Jinx was obsessed with Caitlyn. Let's take another example of an angry and vengeful character, which is the character Ellie in tlou2. We saw her literally kill everyone in front of her to get to Abby. She even went as far as to kill Lev if Abby didn't fight her. Anger and sadness are emotions that are difficult to control. These emotions are what control the person.

And The Big Problem is no one hated Ellie back then, huh?? So why Caitlyn now 😑

But the sad thing for Caitlyn is that unfortunately the demon Ambessa is in the picture and she will definitely play an important role in changing Caitlyn's personality. Of course, as is known, Ambessa will benefit from Hex weapons and other things for her personal goals.

Another thing that caused Caitlyn to lose her mind was when Vi accidentally compared Cait to the person who killed her mother and had been trying to kill her multiple times. And Jinx had killed many people in Piltover more than once. All of these things came together on Caitlyn until she completely lost control of herself.

Bc in the end it is her city and she has the right to defend it and defend her people.

So honestly I don't blame Caitlyn, I'm not saying what she did was right, but AGAIN Vi unintentionally compared her to the person who killed her mother and caused her a lot of suffering, as Jinx kidnapped her, tortured her, and tried to kill her several times.

(Imagine someone comparing you to the person who killed your mother and ruined your life)

And in the end Caitlyn will realize her mistake and try to fix it and she will know that Ambessa was manipulating her all the time, and she will know that she is the cause of most of the problems in Piltover.

I'm sure Caitlyn's redemption arc will right all the wrongs she's done and will make up for everything to the Zaun people and Vi.

And mark my words, bc Caitlyn is the only character who knows the problems that exist in Zaun and surely after she gets rid of her anger that is eating her from the inside, she will do the right thing bc that is the core of the Caitlyn that we knew in season 1.

So please trust the writers and don't rush to judge characters until we see how they end first.

[ciceroisthefamilycat]

So a couple weeks ago (wow time flies!), I made this post about a GOT/DCCW fusion… Below the cut are more fully formed opinions about the matter.

Originally I thought I had to choose between Kendra and Kara for the Dany role. Now though, I’ve realized I can have my cake and eat it too. So Kendra as the escaped daughter of “Rhaegar” (Rhaenys) and Kara as Rhaegar’s sister (Dany). However, Kendra would assume most of the story role of Dany. Savage would keep her essentially enslaved, until she met (Khal) Carter, fell in love, ran away with his khalasar and discovered her hawkish destiny. Cue Savage using magic to kill Carter and Kendra declaring war (with her khalasar of Thanagarian hawkpeople behind her) on Savage’s slave empire. We also get Mari as the Missandei-type translator (while her ancestress Amaya is roaming about as an enchantress with an amulet glamour keeping her young). Meanwhile, Kara would have been stolen away by Targaryen loyalists during the rebellion, but now be facing pressure from the Daxamites (the Blackfyres essentially) of the Free Cities- she’d play the role of f-Aegon except actually being legitimate, and would reluctantly come into “ownership” of the Unsullied. Queue animosity between her and Kendra until the realize the manipulations going on and team up together to go expand their empire to their rightful heritage.

As for Jon and Tyrion, I’d combine them, as an “unremarkable” Westerlands bastard- Gold, Richard Gold (he goes by Rip Hunter though). He’s travelled wide and far in the Seven Kingdoms- was even learning to be a maester until he met the love of his life and became frustrated with the Citadel’s refusal to accept her as a student. The local Warden’s men killed his wife and son for sport (and because a raven sent them word to), so he decided to join the Night’s Watch. Cue him becoming a steward because the Lord Commander Jonah Hex wants him as successor (Hex always wants him, and vice versa). Then they go north of the Wall on a mission and things go asunder and Rip infiltrates the wildlings and then comes back depressed again to be made Lord Commander. And he tries to convince the Citadel maesters that, yeah, the Others exist (the Night King is Darhk btw-) will you please send some help? And then a group of Watchmen betray and kill him. But it’s ok, because Amaya resurrects him. And sometime later he realizes he’s not just any bastard- he’s the legitimized son of a dead line. But he’s more focused on saving all of humanity at the moment.

Now, I’m a bit undecided, because Mick could make a great Sandor and Leonard could make a great Mance (King Beyond the Wall ftw, and Lisa would be great as Val), but then again Mick and Len could make a great Thoros and Berric respectively. So, let’s go with Len’s family in the Westerlands fostering Mick (and Lisa is another Westerlands bastard), but then Len gets disgraced because of his sexuality (sorry) and goes to the Wall. Then he becomes King Beyond the Wall. Meanwhile Mick is burned while hiding (and feels very guilty he hid even though Len has long since forgiven him), but it only increases his fascination with fire. He hides his sexuality and goes on to be a not-knight for the new royal family, before getting sent to squash rebellions, but he ends up going off to join Len beyond the wall (and show him this neat fire trick he can do with his sword- Len figures out how to do it with ice). The various Rogues are all wildings. In fact, because the Wall features so much magic, it imbues a whole bunch of the Watchmen with meta powers- hi Nate (Samwell) and Cisco and Barry and Ray and Jax and Martin, who was of the old royal family. Cynthia is Cisco’s Ygritte by the way. And Nate and Amaya fall in love. Rip sends Barry and Ray with Nate down to the Citadel, and when the rest of the Watch betrays Rip, the group of Jax and Martin and Cisco escape beyond the Wall with the wildlings’ help.

Meanwhile we’ve got the Lances (kinda) as the Starks. Quentin’s big bro Lawrence (played by Steven Ogg) died, leaving Quentin as Lord of Winterfell until Lawrence’s son Ronnie came of age. Quentin’s wife Dinah died after giving him two daughters, so eventually Quentin started a relationship with a seamstress in Winterfell, Donna (whose daughter Felicity he treats like his own since her father joined and then deserted the Night’s Watch- nobody knows where he got off to). Quentin was going to marry Ronnie off to his elder daughter Laurel (he doesn’t like cousin marriages, but it would secure his daughters’ future) or his ward Helena Bertinelli (Theon basically), but then Ronnie went and fell in love with a Northern bastard, Caitlin Snow, from the nearby land of Lord Zolomon. Felicity takes Bran’s role in the story, becoming paralyzed after a suspicious fall and then going beyond the wall to the Three Eyed Raven (hi Dad, because it’s her long-lost dad!) to learn greenseeing. She’s accompanied by Alena and Curtis. And Laurel and Sara play the roles of Sansa and Arya respectively, to some degree. So, the King asks Quentin to become his Hand, and thus Quentin’s branch of the Starks leave (though Felicity is still welcome at Winterfell in their absence). *Btw, their words are “death is not the end” and their sigil is a phoenix because I like it like that.

So who’s the King? I’m lazy and don’t want to do all the legwork for how the rebellion went down, but let’s go with Robert Queen’s sister (Malcolm Merlyn’s wife Rebecca) being stolen by the Prince (Kara’s older brother, Kendra’s father) and then Robert leading various allies (though some, like the Lances or the Wests of the Vale, were reluctant) to overthrow that dynasty. Thus the Queens, formerly of the Westerlands, came to power. Unbeknownst to Robert (who does try to be a good ruler), he’s not the only cheater in his marriage because Moira has been screwing Malcolm. When Felicity catches them, Moira pushes her out a window. So Moira is the Cersei in this situation, while Malcolm is not Jaime, but Littlefinger- that’s right, there be no incest here. Meanwhile Oliver is Jaime in other ways- the former king took him hostage when he was 10 and his father was rebelling, but was narrowly persuaded not to burn him alive- cue Oliver killing the old king while his back was turned. Now he’s one of the finest knights in the kingdom. And his father, in order to gain more Northern loyalty, engages him to Laurel while making Quentin the new hand. But Oliver is douchey and sleeps with Sara on the journey down, which Laurel finds out and keeps secret for reputation’s sake, but now she hates both.

Well, they get back to King’s Landing, where the Queen princess, Thea, and her (secret) half-brother Tommy stayed, and Quentin soon realizes, oh shit, Thea ain’t Robert’s. Malcolm shuts him up and frames him for- oh no- Robert’s death. Ronnie declares war. Sara, who’s secretly been training with Dornish knight Slade Wilson, escapes, but Slade is poisoned with Mirakuru and turned into an easy controllable monster for Malcolm. Laurel can’t get away in time. Oliver, though, also realizes something is amiss, leading to Malcolm having mind-controlled Thea push him off a wall- he hangs on, barely, until she cuts off his arm- he falls far below to water, but is rescued by a knight of the Vale, Diggle (who is kind of acting on orders of Waller- the Varys equivalent). But he is disfigured beyond immediate recognition- Thea carved off his face too- and must hide out with the Yamashiros on nearby Dragonstone while recuperating. The Lord of Dragonstone- Harry Wells, with Jesse as Shireen- acknowledges that Oliver is the rightful heir and helps him, albeit reluctantly, escape farther away to amass an army.  On his way down to avenge his uncle, Ronnie unwisely trusts Sebastian Blood, who massacres his people in a Red-Wedding-ish event, though Caitlyn is kept alive and sent off to Zoom (unbeknownst to them, she was revived from actual death and is now part wight ala Benjen- hello snow powers). Meanwhile, Sara is taking by allies of Slade to the League of Assassins, hidden in the deserts of Dorne, and begins to plot revenge on Littlefinger. Malcolm sews Oliver’s face to Tommy, and begins passing off his son as the true heir, and keeps that entire capital under his control (mostly using drugs), ready to burn the entire thing. The outer parts of the continent begin to go mad with worry though, especially as Kara and Kendra arrive. Oliver promises to surrender the country to them but wants to be able to save his loved ones in the capital, so he assembles a Suicide Squad with Tatsu and Dinah and others to save them- Sara gets the kill on Malcolm though. Then the wrecked kingdom turns its eye to the wight problem, and the Citadel/Watchmen contingent (who have killed Druce btw) have answers for them on how to win that battle. Booyah.

 EDIT (Sep 30)

So, today I found out about some beautiful dragon artwork that I thought I would share. No Rip dragon unfortunately, but there's Kendra, Kara, and Martin/Jax, as well as the general tag for this artwork (the artist has also done Sara, Laurel, Cisco, Oliver, Mari, Ray, and various versions of Barry).

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A Bachelorette Bio Breakdown: They Would Do Anything for Love (And They Will Do THAT)

There comes a time in every 20-something's life…when they must take a season off from The Bachelor franchise. For me, that season was Nick. Not because I don't like Nick—I find him no better or worse than any Bachelor(ette) who has come before him. (Actually I find him better because, uh, I'm pretty sure Prince Farming recently killed a guy).

I just needed a break. Yes I know about Corrinne. Yes, I stand in awe and fear of her. Yes, she has a perfectly round head-shape like a peanut M&M when they forget to put the peanut in that I don't trust, but do tend to admire, a la Stassi from Vanderpump Rules. Though it left a gaping hole in my heart—as if I was forgetting to eat breakfast every single day, and that missing breakfast was made of thigh gaps and man-tears—it was good for me. I return refreshed, and more importantly, completely clueless about what to expect from Rachel, or as I have taken to calling her: the Rachelorette (pronounced R8chelorette).

The only thing I can remember about Rachel from the brief glimpses I caught of Nick's season is that she got the First Impression Rose of Doom and I once saw her in a full-out sprint and not a single part of her body jiggled. From what I understand, she remained charming throughout and some issues of race were (not awfully) addressed in her hometown visit. I have to imagine that conversation went something like this:

Rachel's parents, in unison:  Nick, we can't help but notice that you're white. And also, that our daughter is way out of your league.

Nick: But—

Rachel's parents, alternating back and forth every other word: Yes, even now that you're two percent body fat and there's something different about your face that we can't quite put our finger on.

Rachel: Ha, you right, fam. See ya, Nick, I'm about to be the first black Bachelorette!

Nick: And I…I will take my last titular stand in Dancing With the Stars where I will wear more sequins and bronzer than any Bachelorette could ever dream of.

Since I clearly know very little about Rachel, I also expect very little out of her, which is kind of nice. Rachel can be a robot and it won't really matter—in fact, since she's from Dallas, a place solely populated by gallerias that smell like fancy fountains and hot young women that also smell like fancy fountains (lookin’ at you, JoJo), it will make perfect sense if she's just an average, smart, attractive woman. But she's also the first black lead in the Bachelor franchise, so y’know, the producers will probably run this entire freight train into the ground trying to be cool about that.

Unfortunately, unlike the contestant bios which are full of enlightening questions like "What fruit would you be if you could be any fruit?" and "What brand of high-end blender would you be I you could be any brand of high-end blender?" the Bachelorette's bio is just four paragraphs of excruciating prose. And since Rachel is an attorney, hers is 80 percent lawyer puns, 15 percent conjunctions, 5 percent her own name, and exactly 0 percent concentrated power of will. What I learned is that. 1.) Rachel went to the University of Texas, which checks out because it's almost easier to imagine her with a tiny temporary tattoo of a burnt orange longhorn on her cheek than without, and 2.) "Winning in court has never been a problem, but finding love is a case that unfortunately remains open." Yeesh.

So, let's, uh, call this court to order by meeting all 31 of the, uh, romantic prosecutors who have been, uh, subpoenaed in this case of, uh, LOVE IN THE FIRST DEGREE. Nailed it.

This isn’t necessarily the all-around hottest group of suitors we've ever had. But it is the most diverse. And that's because Rachel is a minority, so ABC will let her date another minority: a black guy, an Asian guy, a Latino guy…hell, she could even choose a white guy if she wants (but they will withhold her daily allotment of Snackwells if she tries to pull any of that shit). They're so open-minded this season, you guys. Honestly! They're very cool with what Caitlyn Jenner is up to; they retweet DeRay sometimes; some of their best friends went to the Women's March.

And while they may have curiously kept Rachel a blank slate in the marketing leading up to her season, all the jacked dudes trying to woo her come pre-packaged with a whole slew of questions by which to judge them. Pretty much every single one of them says they're 6'2 or taller, they're all obsessed with the Rock, Denzel Washington and Matthew McConaughey, like, six of them have inner-lip tattoos, and I don't know if Rachel requested that they all be sexual deviants, or if this is just the Freak House that Kaitlyn Bristowe Built, but everyone has gotten up to some real weird shit in the bedroom. So without further ado…

Rachel's Top 12 Most Interesting Men (according to a questionnaire completed under a distorting blanket of warm Jägermeister served in a plastic cup by producers who lured you out of a food court Sbarro with promises of love and more deli meat than one could ever imagine, plus, if you mention Elon Musk in your questionnaire, everyone will think you're smart, and also, if you say no to doing this, you're probably at least a little subconsciously racist, just something to think about—alright, see ya in Calabasas, buddy!) in no particular order:

Adam—Real Estate Agent, 27

When asked what his typical Saturday night looks like, Adam responded, "Well if it's not with my couch, then I would go out with some friends for dinner and go out to a bar or club for drinks, maybe late night tacos." Dude…you know that sounds like you're fucking your couch. You know that. Adam also said the most romantic gift he's ever received is a threesome for his birthday. Just him, his little lady, and that sweet, sweet couch.

DeMario—Executive Recruiter, 30

Excuse me as I half claim DeMario as my 2017 boyfriend, and half assess him as my 2017 nemesis because he might be the person I wish I was. DeMario's description of himself during social outings is like if a Kanye tweet (RIP) had an exclamation point baby with a Cher tweet: "100% the party starter… always blowing my whistle and making NOISE!!! Let's fire it up, put on some Prince and party like it's 1999!!!!" It could only be better if he threw a little Jaden-existentialism in the mix. And if those are all references you understand, you will also appreciate DeMario's thoughts on being the center of attention: "I won't lie, I love attention… not like '07 B. Spears attention or 2011 Sheen. Natural attention like when Justin and Brit wore those incredible denim outfits." Oh, you mean MY PERMANENT TWITTER THEME?

DeMario has a real Michael B. Jordan thing going for him, he chose a crew neck t-shirt instead of a v-neck, and he seems to choose to capitalize words or abbreviate them completely at random. I love him and I will make him mine. And who does DeMario hope to make his? His ideal mate is, "Outgoing, people person, funny, crazy, calm, cool, loud, funny, geeky but cool like The Fonz." Who has two thumbs, is standing near a jukebox, and is exactly like that? (Hint: It me.)

Anthony—Education Software Manager, 26

Anthony is too young for Rachel, but he also seems like the smartest one in the bunch. He got a Fulbright Scholarship to teach on the Ivory Coast, he name checks that weird carnivorous island in Life of Pi, his favorite movies are the very well-rounded trio of The Iron Giant, Moonlight and The Matrix, and his ideal mate is intellectual. Also he says he has "virtually no limits" in the bedroom"…so he will let you do butt stuff.

Diggy—Senior Inventory Analyst, 31

Homboy wore Warby Parkers to the beach. And they look good! Homeboy also took us on a wild ride via his questionnaire answers—and that makes sense. I don't think you come by the name Diggy because of your mild demeanor. (However, that this is not a grown-up Diggy Simmons is a disappointment that cannot be overcome.) Diggy begins a lot of his sentences with "Now," and it's hard to tell if he's marking the time or speaking like an elderly southern woman: "Now [chile], I'm trying to recover from the day drinking!" But once you get past that, I find his most embarrassing moment hilarious: "When I was stranded on a toilet for hours in 5th grade." Tell me everything, I'm dying for more Dig-Diggy-deets!

Now, where I could have used less information is in his "fun story about a one night stand" answer. Diggy explains that he spent all day with a young lady, then she came home with him and they had sex. Then she got a text that her brother was missing, "so I played asleep so I didn't have to help!" Hey Digs, wtf? That girl just gave you her special wonder gift and waited for you during your hours of patented Diggy Toilet Time��help her find her damn brother! [Ed. Note: They better fucking put that one-night-stand question in the next women's questionnaire or I swear…I have no threat. I will watch this show until the day it kills me. But I WILL make a note of it!]

Bryan—Chiropractor, 37

Thirty-seven?! Get it, Bryan! Bryan is cute and a little shifty, and not just because he's a chiropractor (ed. note: sick chiropractor burn from someone who has never, not once, been to a chiropractor). For example, when asked to list his three best attributes, Bryan replies, "Affectionate/passionate, personable/charming/funny, kind/good heart." Bryan. You can't just use slashes and act like that isn't seven attributes! Affectionate and passionate are not even remotely synonyms, and if they were, you could just say one. But Bry-Guy fits in all those great attributes, and then one more: Bryan's favorite flower…is an orchid. Haaaaave ya met Bryan? He loves vaginas!

Bryce—Firefighter, 30

We're all on the same page that Bryce is an animated character of some kind, right? Like…he's that thing where a cartoon Easter Bunny turns into a human man and is debatably hot, right? Also, "a fresh drink of water with a jolt of lightening" is an incredible way to describe yourself as a lover, right? In return, Bryce only asks that his mate have "eyes you could drown in and a smile that insults the sun." I'm gonna be so mad when Bryce is totally boring and gets eliminated the first night, because describing handwritten letters as "one of the purest forms of materialized emotion" is just really not a diction rollercoaster I expected to take in the Bachelorette Bio Breakdown.

Fred—Executive Assistant, 27

"My greatest achievement is attending two graduate school program from two different universities simultaneously and graduating from both in the same weekend." Fred says he wants to be Ellen for a day, but he is, in fact, living the life of Hermoine with a Time-Turner. Fred also has the single most question-inducing answer of all the 31 men. When asked if he's ever been turned on at the wrong time, he responds, "Yes, there are times that I get aroused at work and I have to go back to my desk to avoid being noticed." Fred, "times?" How frequently this happening? And why is it always happening away from your desk? Where are you going in your office as an executive assistant that's constantly giving you boners? Are you the executive assistant at PornHub? Is everyone at PornHub constantly having to watch you erection-dash back to your desk: "Uh oh, looks like Fred angled his dangle by the fish tank again." I got my eye on your, Fred.

Kenny—Professional Wrestler, 35

I have it on good authority that Kenny is actually a fairly well-known wrestler, and it is my own personal opinion that Kenny contains multitudes. He has a daughter who he speaks of very sweetly, his favorite book is The New Jim Crow, and he once sent a woman a different edible arrangement for a week. Please don't be a dick, Kenny.

He also thinks he and The Rock are "very much alike," which, I get it—I want to think I'm the most charming, beloved man in the world too. But I'm not the Rock, and neither is Kenny. If he's anywhere close though, I demand he be the next Bachelor. And if not, I propose Kenny be cross-network drafted into The Challenge in what I am calling a "reverse-Miz."

Lucas—Whaboom, 30

Hey Lucas, real quick, what the hell. I don't know if you noticed, but everybody this season has 1950s jobs: doctor, lawyer…professional wrestler. You can't just make a made-up word your profession. You also can't say that your ideal mate would be four different animated characters—Belle, Cinderella, Little Mermaid, and Jessica Rabbit—three of whom I'm pretty sure are teenagers. In the very weird Facebook Live Chris Harrison did, he described Whaboom for the confused listener: "It's a lifestyle. It's an essence. It's who he is. It's a noun, it's a verb, it's an adverb. You can be Whaboom, you can be Whaboomed, and you can Whaboom." Hey Chris Harrison, you know what else is a lifestyle? Zippin' it.

Jonathan—Tickle Monster, 31

Which brings us to Jonathan and his stab at being the person with a weird job—sorry bro, who could have known Lucas was going to swoop in with Whaboom, spawning, like, 100 Bustle posts. Like "Twins" and "Dog Lover" before him, Jonathan has given himself an occupation that is not a thing, but my assumption is he's a pediatrician or something. Either that, or he, a.) plays the Cookie Monster on Sesame Street and auto correct really did a number on him, b.) is a real creep. Jonathan does go on to specify that he usually lasts a long time in the bedroom…"in a good way." But when your profession is Tickle Monster, "a good way" really starts to feel relative.

I truly could not have made this joke better myself than this person on The Bachelorette Facebook page:

Blake K—U.S. Marine Veteran, 29

Blake K is very cute and very basic, and Rachel should marry him and have very beautiful children together. The man would want Chipotle on the desert island that exists only in these questionnaires; he loves The Rock and Shark Week; he admires his mom more than anyone else in the world, and his ideal mate has a great smile. Blake K will get voted off the first night or he will win, there is no in between.

Jack Stone—Attorney, 32

Finally, Jack Stone. Jack Stone gives exactly no explanation for why he is going by Jack Stone, and his job is listed as "attorney," not "super-secret antihero agent played by Matt Damon and/or Liam Neeson," so I'm at a loss. There are no other Jacks. No one else lists a last name. Is it a double name? If he gets eliminated before we find out, I will never forgive Rachel…and neither will Jack Stone. Jack Stone has a very particular set of skills, Rachel. Skills he's acquired over a long career. Skills that make him a nightmare for people like the Rachelorette. If you let him stay until the second cocktail party, that'll be the end of it. He will not look for you, he will not pursue you, but if you don't, he will look for you…he will find you and he will kill you.

Best of luck to you, Rachel. I hope none of these weirdos try to wear you like a coat or have a threesome with a couch or make you bounce with them in a moonwalk castle, or whatever. See you back here, friends, for intermittent recaps that will absolutely never be posted in a timely manner. Because I would do anything for you, dear reader—but I won't do that.

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT!!

Even if most people are just joking, it bothers me when other people actually think it's all due to a failed relationship when the problem is actually bigger than that. Vi getting to this point isn't because she broke up with Caitlyn. She has bigger, more difficult things going on than just a failed relationship. Adding to that the most painful factor for Vi is when she fights Jinx, which is one of the factors that really affects her. She went from being protective of her sister to "hurting" her sister.

"Losing Caitlyn was the last straw, as they say"

Caitlyn was the one who got Vi out of prison, She got her out of the worst place Vi had ever been in. And Caitlyn was the last person Vi could trust and now she's gone.

I mean you can see she wasn't that miserable when she was in prison because she said herself, "The only thing that kept me going, was the thought of getting back to you." Now her sister is gone and Caitlyn is gone, the only two people left in her life. It's only natural that she would come to this point after literally losing everything.

Vi now has no hope no purpose and no one left after all the people she's lost along the way. It's really hard for Vi.

Update:

First of all, thank you to everyone who liked this post and sympathized with Vi's character and understood her well.

Secondly and most importantly for anyone who wants to repost or reblog this post and comment on it, DO NOT repost your hate in it because I will block your fucking ass and delete your comment. I am really sick of all this hate, I can't believe I had to delete almost 30 reposts and dozens of comments of hate and filthy accusations that these people call people who love fictional characters. Keep your hate to yourself!!

And to be more clear, you have the right to hate any character you want, but you do not have the right to curse people who love that character or spread false and misleading information about a character just because you bitch do not like them, or to belittle a character you do not like, in order to make the character you love look good, or to think that you are better than the writers and skilled at telling stories, like the character Vi should leave Caitlyn, or Caitlyn should not stay with Vi and Cait should have died, so you should seriously shut your mouth.

And your argument is that Caitlyn is a fascist or did bad things, so why do we love her? You should shut the fuck up!! You don't even know the word fascist. Caitlyn made a one mistake, and she didn't kill an innocent person, unlike the rest of the characters like Silco, Viktor, Jinx, and even Ambessa. Why don't you hate these characters too, if you are one of the people who hate the characters when does something bad, unless you are like these people who hate Caitlyn just bc she from Piltover and enforcer, and these stupid ideas comes from some super weird projection of both their own personal politics IRL about cops and the rich.. and also some weird thing where they basically treat Zaun and Piltover as if they were real places mashed together to create a mess where they just look at every single thing she does in the worst possible light and ether say her trauma doesn't matter or worse she deserves it for ether being rich or just.. being from Piltover.

Like Caitlyn she faced so many hardships, but did she, at any point turn away? Ran and hid behind her money? Refused to take responsibility? at any point, facing all of those challenges and consequences, Caitlyn took it like a queen. She looked right into the mess she led herself into and was like "Bring it on, then". An actual rich brat who had a cushy life would run to hide behind her parents. Even after realizing how brutal the "real world" she's always wanted to see is, she never shied from it, never wished she could go back to her ignortant life. That is so fucking admirable.

What kind of normal person looks at their mistakes, says "I can never be forgiven for this, I don't get to be redeemed for the harm I've caused," and then does their best to atone for it anyway, to be better, to bear that guilt and never pity herself. Who the fuck thinks they're a better, more honorable and steadfast person than Caitlyn Kiramman? Because 99% of people are not.

And the last thing didn't you guys ask yourself what if the same thing happened to you? it’s something I think about a lot. One reason why I’ve never villainized Caitlyn so much is because I asked myself what would I or someone else do in her exact shoes and I think most would literally do worse or simply fall apart

So if you don't like this character and you think she's the worst character on the show or in the world, okay dude that's your opinion, no need to attack or repost posts and reblogs by people who love this character like me, just to show and pretend that you understand the show well and that you're the best critic in the world and pretend to have moral superiority because you don't like a rich cop character, I'm sure you'd be much worse than Caitlyn if you went through half of what she went through, from being blown up multiple times and being kidnapped and tortured and then her mother dying and then the second attack on the Memorial ceremony and then being manipulated by a war general. All this in less than a week.

My friend sent me this video yesterday, I honestly liked it so I'm posting it here, and all the Caitlyn haters should watch this video too to see if they can really handle all the suffering this character has been through.

In the end, the writers and the show want to introduce you to characters that are out of the ordinary, complex and interesting. If you can't stand that and your mind is used to movies and shows that end in a boring traditional way like Disney, then go and watch this type of shows and movies, why bother your small mind, I really want to understand what's the fun in annoying people and spreading false allegations about a character or people who love this character, you pretend that you are a moral superior person who does not make mistakes, but the truth is that you literally look like an idiot. With your rude and annoying way you speak, you can block us if you don't like our content, but you have no right to insult us, and spoil our enjoyment of enjoying the show

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PLEASE THIS IS HURTING ME 💔😭🙏

FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT!!

Even if most people are just joking, it bothers me when other people actually think it's all due to a failed relationship when the problem is actually bigger than that. Vi getting to this point isn't because she broke up with Caitlyn. She has bigger, more difficult things going on than just a failed relationship. Adding to that the most painful factor for Vi is when she fights Jinx, which is one of the factors that really affects her. She went from being protective of her sister to "hurting" her sister. (Even though her sister Jinx brought this on herself, but anyway)

"Losing Caitlyn was the last straw, as they say"

Caitlyn was the one who got Vi out of prison, She got her out of the worst place Vi had ever been in. And Caitlyn was the last person Vi could trust and now she's gone.

I mean you can see she wasn't that miserable when she was in prison because she said herself, "The only thing that kept me going, was the thought of getting back to you." Now her sister is gone and Caitlyn is gone, the only two people left in her life. It's only natural that she would come to this point after literally losing everything.

Vi now has no hope no purpose and no one left after all the people she's lost along the way. It's really hard for Vi.