#I know Vi is kinda vulnerable in this

[vimylove]

When I Fall Down (You Pick Me Up)

Hey y'all. Welcome to my first Arcane fic.

Summary: When Vi is too drunk to get home, a familiar face helps her out.

Read it on Ao3 here.

OR

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Concrete is hard.

Which, yeah, no shit. Vi already knew that. Has crashed into, been thrown into, and punched enough of it to know. It had just kinda, slipped her mind until right now. Until she's stumbling around, vision blurry, lights too bright, voices too loud. Until she trips on who fucking knows what and falls into it. Until her head bounces off it with a sickening crack, and her vision whites out. Until her back collides with it and she has no choice but to slide down. Lands in a heap on the ground, and has no choice but to stay there.

Thinks she might throw up if she tried to move right now. Cheap alcohol sloshes in her stomach, threatens to come back up. And she knows from past experience that however much it burnt going down will be a hundred times worse on the way back up. So she doesn't try to stand, doesn't even fight gravity when her swimming vision causes her to slump. Just falls into it, grunts when her head once again smacks into hard concrete. Ignores the pain in favor of keeping all the shots she did in her stomach.

Hears voices, too loud voices, all around her. Hears someone laughing too loud and someone else yelling about who knows what. Can't bring herself to focus on it, to care. Her head pounds, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because of the two solid hits it just took. Doesn't matter much either way. It fucking hurts. Presses a hand to the back, where she can already feel a knot forming. There's blood on her hand when she pulls it away. Not that she cares much, this isn't the first time she's bled tonight. The cut above her eyebrow from fighting earlier busts open every so often, just to remind her it's there. Just to drip warm, sticky blood into her eye.

Hears footsteps too. She follows them as best she can. Hears someone come out of a building, hears the door bang shut behind them. Hears them walk away. Hears what sounds like a child running, laughing, and the telltale thud that means they're kicking a ball. Powder and her used to do that sometimes. Mylo stole a ball from who knows where, and they used to kick it back and forth in the open area in front of The Last Drop. It was as close to Before, Before their parents died, as they got After. It was a chance for Powder to be a kid, and that was all Vi ever wanted.

For her to just be a kid.

Hears footsteps going this way and that. Tries to follow them as best she can but focusing is hard, and makes her head hurt more so she doesn't. Just sits there, leaning against hard concrete. Concrete is hard. Tries to focus her eyes long enough to stand up, but can't manage. Focusing is hard and her head hurts. The guy who was yelling is still going and Vi wants to tell him to shut up. But no matter how many times she opens her mouth to do it, nothing comes out. Words don't form cause focusing is hard.

Knows she should get up, should go home. Or to what passes as home these days. A terrible imitation of what home used to mean. Home is Vander and Powder laughing, its music thumping through The Last Drop. It's Ekko and Powder chasing each other around the room until Vander picks one of them up by the leg and dangles them upside down. Home is Mylo and Clagger, always at her back, fists raised. Home is watching Powder, her smart, smart Pow-Pow, build gadget after gadget long after the others have gone to bed. It's Powder slumped against her side and snoring softly.

It's somewhere she can never go back to.

Hears footsteps again, but louder this time. Approaching her, not passing. Tries to get to her feet, knows on the ground she's a sitting duck. Knows from her time in prison you never let someone get you between them and a wall. But her limbs don't want to listen to her, and all she accomplishes is a little bit of flailing before she collapses into the concrete again. Concrete is hard. Hears the footsteps get closer, and closer, and closer. Then stop, right in front of her. She looks up, vision still kinda blurry.

Blue hair.

It's the first thing she sees. Blue hair. Thinks for a second it might be Caitlyn. Caitlyn has blue hair. But it isn't her because, of course, it's not. Why would it be? Caitlyn made her opinion of her quite clear with the rifle to the gut. Hit her in the same place she healed. Poetic, one might say. Ironic, is what Vi calls it. Feels her ribs throb just thinking about it. They're healed, were never really injured. Just bruised. No, her ribs are okay. The rest of her isn't, but her ribs are. That counts for something right?

"Let's get you home," the person in front of her, Not Caitlyn, says.

Feels hands, soft hands, gentle hands, touch her arms. Feels them grip her and lift. Wants to fight it. Wants to shove Not Caitlyn away and tell them to fuck off. Doesn't though, because it's been so long since someone touched her without inflicting pain. Since someone was careful with her. They lift her, sling one of her arms around their shoulders. Thinks it must be Loris, the bastard. Must have stuck around to make sure she got back okay. Usually does, she should have known he wasn't really leaving when he said he was. Should have known he'd come back for her.

Except they don't look like Loris.

Loris doesn't have blue hair. And he isn't slender. He's a beefy guy, reminds her of Vander sometimes. Vander was big too. All broad shoulders. This person isn't like Vander at all, which means it must not be Loris. Unless it is. She doesn't know anymore. Focusing is hard. She supposes she should be worried. That this mystery person who may or may not be Loris is taking her who knows where. But she isn't. Knows she should be, never go with someone you don't know. Her parents taught her that, Vander did too. Never trust someone you don't know.

And she doesn't know this person. This Not Caitlyn and Probably Not Loris.

Or does she? Thinks maybe she does. They seem familiar, like she's felt those arms before. But can't remember from where. Somewhere though. She thinks she knows them from somewhere. Tries to swim through her foggy memory to place them but comes up blank. Can only think of Powder and Vander laughing. Of Ekko and Powder screeching as they chase each other around tables. Can only think of Powder tinkering in bed and snoring in her ear.

Home.

She can only think of home.

Can only think of flashes of blue hair and crayon drawings and late-night giggles.

"My sister has blue hair."

"She does, does she?" Not Caitlyn, Probably Not Loris, but Maybe Home answers, and Vi can hear the laugh in her voice.

"Mhmm. Got longer, while I was away."

Whoever has her pauses for half a step, tightens their hold for just a second before they continue walking. Vi barely notices, too busy thinking about Powder. About her baby sister. About all the things she missed. All the years she wasn't there for when she should have been. Because she should have been. Should have been there, shouldn't have said what she did. Shouldn't have left her, shouldn't have been stupid enough to let Marcus get her. Should have fought harder to get away from him and back to Powder. Could have seen her hair grow in real time, could have been there for her, if only she was stronger, faster. Better.

"All my fault," she mumbles, head lolling onto the person's shoulder.

"Oh yeah? How you figure that?"

"Didn't mean it, what I said. Never meant it."

Maybe Home doesn't respond, but she does pause for a second. Just a second, only a second. Then continues taking her wherever it is she's taking her. Guides her with a hand around her middle, hoists her up every time she trips on nothing. All but carries her, when Vi's legs decide they don't want to walk anymore. Grips her a little harder, and Vi lets her. Does her best to help, to keep moving, but it isn't easy. Takes the time to look up at her, at Maybe Home. She has blue hair like Powder. Even looks a little like her, when the light from houses they pass illuminate her face.

"Miss her," she confesses, because Maybe Home starts to just feel like Home the longer they walk.

"Hmm?"

"Pow-Jinx. My sister, the one with blue hair. Miss her."

This time Home does stop. Dead in her tracks, suddenly enough that Vi almost falls forward onto her face from the shift in momentum. Turns to look at her with an emotion that Vi is too drunk to place in her eyes. Her eyes are pretty, a kinda purplely color. Makes her look even more like Jinx, like her baby sister. Home maintains eye contact for a second before she breaks it, looks away with an expression on her face that she can only describe as devastated. Has the urge to comfort her, to wrap her arms around her, and promise that nothing bad will ever get her as long as she's around.

Doesn't.

Doesn't get the chance. The expression is gone almost as fast as it appeared. Home shakes her head, loops her arm back around Vi, and marches on. Leads her down alleys and up side streets. Pauses when there's people, why Vi has no idea. But she does, waits for them to pass before continuing on. Sticks to shadows, crosses the Undercity like a ghost. Leads Vi up to her tiny, cramped quarters. The door is unlocked, it always is. Has nothing worth stealing, and Home must know that because she doesn't ask for a key. Just opens it, hauls Vi into the room. Sits her down on the edge of the bed.

Doesn't say anything, just moves across the room. Digs until she finds the first-aid kit, brings it to the bedside. Rifles through until she finds what she wants. An old rag and antiseptic. Sits on the bed next to Vi, splashes the rag in antiseptic. Reaches out to Vi's face, doesn't let her pull away, even when she tries. Reminds her a bit of Vander in that moment, he always insisted on cleaning her scraps and cuts. Never let her get away with not treating them. Would be ashamed, if he saw how many times since she started fighting that she just fell into bed. Covered in cuts and scraps she won't treat, blood she won't try to remove until the next morning.

Would be ashamed of just how badly she's managed to fuck everything up.

"These look bad," Home says, snatching one of Vi's hands and wiping at her knuckles.

"Can't win 'em all."

Home doesn't respond, only dabs at her knuckles with the rag. Vi hisses, it stings but Home doesn't stop. Just continues wiping, just like Vander used to. Doesn't spit out a Don't be a baby the way Vander would have, tone soft and teasing. Doesn't say anything, just cleans her wounds. It'd been a long night, Vi lost track of how many fights she did. Only knows she made enough to buy booze when she was done. Home puts the rag away, digs in the kit. Curses like a sailer and she knows why. There's no bandages in there, never restocked it when it ran out. Figured an infection taking her out would just be doing her a favor at this point anyway.

"Did you mean it?" Home asks, eyes still on the kit, even though she stopped looking through it when she realized what she wanted wasn't there.

"What?"

"That you miss her? Your sister. Jinx."

"Yeah, miss her all the time."

She doesn't know why she's telling Home this. Maybe it's the alcohol loosening her tongue, maybe it's because she feels like she knows her. Maybe it's because she looks like Jinx, and telling Home is as close as she'll ever get to telling her baby sister how sorry she is. And she is. So sorry. Sorry she left her, sorry she hit her, sorry she said what she did. Sorry that all of this happened because of her. It's all her fault. She knows that. Knows Jinx thinks it's hers but she's wrong. It's Vi's. Vi was supposed to protect her, keep her safe. But she failed, ended up in prison to be forgotten, and now she doesn't know how to fix any of this.

Powder, Jinx, was always the fixer in the family.

"Think she feels the same?"

"Don't know. Wouldn't blame her if she didn't. Fucked up real bad. Didn't mean it, I was just, just angry. Said it anyway and I never, never got to take it back."

Home just nods, doesn't speak anymore. Vi wants to keep talking. She likes talking to Home, likes that she feels familiar, safe. But the alcohol is heavy in her stomach and her eyelids are heavy too. Her head still kinda hurts cause concrete is hard. She's sore from fighting, and all she wants to do is go to sleep. Knows she shouldn't, shouldn't sleep after a hit to the head like that. Vander always said that, made her stay awake for a while. Made Powder wake her up every few hours to ask her questions, to make sure she didn't get hit too hard. Remembers Powder waking her up with a hand in her hair, gentle and calm. Remembers how she always sounded scared when she asked, like she was afraid of losing her.

The irony isn't lost on her.

She knows she shouldn't sleep. But Vander and Powder aren't here, only Home is. So she slumps over. Curls up on her side, tucks her arms into her chest. Always sleeps curled up now, has since prison. Protects the vital organs in case someone comes in when she's asleep and tries something. Remembers a lifetime ago when she didn't have to sleep like this. When she slept on her back, Powder tucked into her side. Remembers how easy it was to sleep back then, knowing Powder was there and Vander was in the next room, snoring loud enough she could hear it through the walls. Remembers how easy it was, with everyone she loved only a stones throw away.

But Vander is dead and Powder is too.

Wonders briefly how Jinx sleeps. If she remembers falling asleep curled into her side. If she remembers all the nights they stayed up too late talking. If she remembers her complaining about the light still being on. Trying to sleep Pow-Pow. I know, I know, one more screw and I'll be done, promise. It was never just one more screw. And Vi learned to sleep with the lights on cause she couldn't bear to see the sadness in Powder's eyes when she told her to turn the light out and go to sleep. Learned to use the sound of her tinkering as a noise machine. Fell asleep so often to Powder building and fiddling, long after the others fell asleep.

Hands, soft and gentle, push the hair from her forehead. And for just a second she thinks it might be Jinx, might be her sister. But it isn't. Home is there, looking at her with an expression she can't read. Sadness, maybe. Pity, probably. Can't blame her for that. Vi knows how she looks. Knows the bags under her eyes, and the bruises on her knuckles don't paint the picture of someone who has their shit together. But there's something else there too. Nostalgia, maybe? Affection, perhaps. Something though, it's something. Something other than pity, so no matter what it is Vi will take it. It's been so long since someone looked at her with something other than pity. Been so long since someone touched her with no intent to harm.

Vi wants to say something, ask how she knows Home. Cause she does, she knows that now. Doesn't know from where, but she knows she does. Wants to ask why she helped her. Why she didn't just leave her there in the gutter where she belongs. But her eyelids are heavy, staying down longer and longer each time she blinks. The alcohol has settled, making her feel warm instead of nauseous. And her bed isn't comfortable but she's tired and sore and it's a horizontal surface so it's good enough. She hears shuffling, what she assumes to be Home putting the kit back. Hears footsteps, feels the hair being pushed out of her face again. Has to resist the urge to lean into the touch. Feels a pat on her arm. Then more footsteps, away from her this time. Towards the door. She has the strange urge to ask Home to stay. She doesn't know why, but she doesn't want her to go. Doesn't want to be alone again, wants Home to stay cause she's as close to Jinx as Vi is gonna get.

"She misses you too, ya know."

"Hmm."

"Sweet dreams, Sister."

The door opens and shuts before Vi can respond. Not that it matters, she's asleep before the door fully closes. Dreams of playing kickball with Powder and watching her tinker. Dreams of Vander's laugh as he slings drinks. Dreams of Powder and Ekko screeching, and Mylo and Clagger at her back. Dreams of that night, when she made the stupid mistake of leaving Powder alone. Except it isn't Powder, it's Jinx. Crumpled on the floor and crying for her. And this time she doesn't leave, she pulls her into her arms and promises her that they'll always be sisters. That nothing will change that, nothing. Not even her not being Powder anymore.

Wakes up the next morning, hung over and sore, but feeling lighter than she has in ages. Like a weight she didn't know she was carrying has been lifted from her shoulders. Has no idea how she got back to her crappy room, and doesn't care.

She can only think of blue hair and home.

[vitrall]

I don't think Jayce and Viktor literally died. They were kind of pulled into another dimension/astral plane/whatever you call it. We see older Viktor, and while it could be another Viktor, I think it would be more meaningful if it was our Viktor, finally free from the arcane, going through the universe with Jayce, fixing timelines together. Kind of like a cosmic mission.

[elsolaer]

i have many thoughts in general but this tidbit from tingyun's voice lines is one of the things i wanna elaborate some more on at some point...

" Every time I head out, I leave a letter behind and lock it in the drawers of my shop. If I come back, then I'll burn it later. If I don't... then it'll be something for others to remember me by."

[at0m-b0mb-baby]

“I love you.” — Arcane

how the main cast say “I love you” ft, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko and Sevika.

Jinx

♡ Jinx would confess her love impulsively, likely in the middle of one of her chaotic activities. She’d blurt it out without much thought, then immediately try to brush it off as if it wasn’t a big deal.

♡ It would happen in a moment of manic excitement—maybe while building a new weapon or causing destruction together.

♡ “You know I… uh… I love you or whatever, okay?! Don’t make it weird!”

♡ After saying it, she’d pretend it didn’t happen, avoiding eye contact. Deep down, though, she’d be terrified of your reaction but desperately want you to feel the same.

Vi

♡ Vi would say “I love you” after a significant or intense moment, like after a fight or while patching you up. She’d want it to feel real and grounded, not just something she throws around casually.

♡ She’d keep it straightforward but genuine, her voice softening in a way that shows her tough exterior is cracking.

♡ “Look, I’m not great at this, but I love you. You’ve got my back, and I’ve got yours. Always.”

♡ She’d look a little nervous but would quickly recover, smirking or teasing to lighten the mood if things felt too vulnerable.

Caitlyn

♡ Caitlyn’s confession would be deliberate and heartfelt, happening in a quiet, intimate moment. She’d want you to know she means it fully.

♡ It would likely happen during a calm evening, after she’s had time to gather her thoughts and find the right moment to say it.

♡ “I’ve been meaning to tell you… I love you. Truly. You’ve brought so much light into my life, and I can’t imagine it without you.”

♡ She’d watch you closely, her composure hiding subtle nerves. When you say it back, she’d smile warmly, radiating quiet confidence as she holds your hand.

Jayce

♡ Jayce’s confession would be grand and emotional, delivered with the same passion he pours into everything he does.

♡ He’d say it in a moment of triumph or vulnerability, possibly after a victory or while doubting himself and finding comfort in you.

♡ “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed. I love you, and I don’t want to go another day without you knowing that.”

♡ He’d look at you with loving eyes, his heart on his sleeve. Once you reciprocate, he’d pull you into a tight embrace, relieved and overjoyed.

Viktor

♡ Viktor’s confession would be quiet, understated, and deeply sincere. He wouldn’t make a grand gesture but would choose a private moment where his words would carry weight.

♡ It would likely happen late at night while he’s working, and you’re nearby keeping him company. He’d pause for a moment, realizing how much you mean to him.

♡ “I never expected to find someone who sees me… and accepts me as you do. I love you. I hope you know that.”

♡ He’d glance at you, his expression guarded but hopeful. If you say it back, he’d let out a soft, relieved sigh, his lips curling into a rare smile as he continues his work with renewed focus.

Ekko

♡ Ekko’s confession would be sweet and playful, with a touch of hesitation as he tries to gauge your reaction.

♡ It would likely happen during a casual moment, like while exploring the Lanes together or sharing a quiet conversation about your lives.

♡ “You know… you’re kinda my favorite person. Okay, scratch that—you are my favorite person. I love you. There, I said it.”

♡ He’d grin nervously, rubbing the back of his neck or looking away until you respond. Once you say it back, he’d laugh, relieved, and tease you lightly to mask how much it meant to him.

Sevika

♡ Sevika’s confession would be gruff, direct, and tinged with vulnerability she’d rather not show.

♡ It would happen in an emotionally charged moment, like after you’ve been in danger or during a rare quiet evening when the mood feels right.

♡ “I don’t say stuff like this. But… I love you. So don’t make me regret telling you, alright?”

♡ She’d watch you carefully, her eyes sharp but betraying a hint of nervousness. When you say it back, she’d exhale slightly, offer a small smirk, and likely distract herself with a drink to mask how much she cares.

[kamaluhkhan]

IN THE CROOKS OF HER BODY, I FIND MY RELIGION.

pairing: vi x firelight!reader word count: 2.8k summary: part two of this fic ,, basically soft sex + body worship with vi and a tiny bit of angst in between ,, vi being kinda vulnerable and needy and also really hot bc of course / 18+

inspired by a sappho quote + "holy" and "pussy is god" by king princess

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this, stargirl.” 

the two of you haven’t quite made it to bed yet. as soon as you shut the door, you couldn’t resist pressing vi up against it, having already missed the feeling of her body against yours from the short walk to your room.

“if it’s as long as i’ve wanted it,” you breathe between kisses, “then i’d say we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

vi shudders as your lips travel down her neck, your tongue tracing her tattoo. you feel her pull at the hem of your shirt, but you’re too busy pushing the jacket off her shoulders. 

fuck, her arms made your mouth water — all toned and tattooed. something ignites in your stomach, anxious to discover what else she’s hiding underneath layers of fabric. your frenzied hands struggle to undo her belt, vi smiling sheepishly as she steps in to help. once she’s got her pants off, you pause.

you just have to admire the sight of her: hair an absolute mess, chest heaving, and standing in your room with nothing but a dirty white tank top and light gray boyshorts and — wait, what’s that tattoo? 

vi clears her throat, and you realize that you’ve probably been staring too long. 

“okay, before you say anything —”

before she can finish her sentence, you step back and take off your own shirt. vi drinks up your exposed, tattooed skin and she swallows.

“are those —”

“violets, yeah.” 

it doesn’t matter that you’d never confessed your love for each other, that you’d both spent years not knowing if the other was alive or dead, that the chances of a happily ever after together is painfully small — she’s got stars sparkling across her hips and you’ve got violets blooming between your ribs. 

you’re not a religious person, but there has to be some sacred promise in the way you each dedicated parts of your body to the other, despite it all.

vi pulls you in by the neck, crashes her lips against yours urgently. her hands squeeze into the skin underneath your breasts, so hard that it might bruise. one of your hands travels between her legs, rubbing ever so slightly over her underwear; she moans and when you apply just a bit more pressure, vi gasps against your mouth. you’re determined to keep those pretty lips of her parted and whining for you and you regret all the time wasted not being down on your knees for her, so you drop to the ground to atone for your mistake.

“i want to taste you,” you state, pressing a kiss to her thigh, then looking up at her through your lashes. “is that okay?”

as you wait for her to respond, she watches you from above, biting her lip so hard you’re worried she’ll draw blood.

“you don’t have to,” vi finally says, blinking slowly. 

“i want to. i want to take care of you.”

“it’s really fine. that’s not what i’m here for anyways.” she reaches her hand down; ignoring the flutter of disappointment, you let her intertwine her fingers with yours and pull you up, flush against her hips. “it’s my job to take care of you, yeah? it’ll be worth your while. i used to have girls begging to try my magic tongue or fingers. sometimes both, depending on their preference.”

her unbelievably cocky smile sends a jolt of electricity between your legs, and it’s very difficult not to get distracted by her hands squeezing your ass, but you try your best.

“look, uh, vi —” your breath hitches as she starts to nip at your collarbone. “as tempting as that is, i really do want to take care of you, too.”

“you don’t have to.”

“if you’re worried about me, you don’t have to be. i promise i really want to take care of—”

“i said it’s fine,” she snaps. you’re caught off guard by her reaction, and you can tell she is, too, instantly all wide eyed and regretful. vi untangles herself from you to go sit on the bed. “i-i’m sorry,” vi sighs, running a hand through her hair. 

gingerly, you take a seat next to her, careful to give her space if she needs it.

“are you okay? did i say something or —”

“it’s just – i don’t know, stargirl,” she whispers before taking a shaky breath. “when you put it like that….i don’t know. i don’t deserve to be taken care of, especially not by you. all i do is fuck up and hurt the people i care about.”

oh. 

oh. 

you get it now.

the vi you knew years ago was always willing to carry the weight of everything on her shoulders for those she cared about and refused to let anyone else help. you remember how stubborn she’d be to accept anything, even something as small as half an orange you’d offer her when you spied her eyeing your snack. when you spent your earnings one week to buy an extra orange just for her, she flipped out.

it was, honest to gods, one of your worst fights. neither of you spoke to each other for days, until you broke your arm running from an enforcer. vi was the one who found you and lugged you over to vander’s so he could set the bone. you’d later learn that vi had twisted her ankle earlier running from that same enforcer, but she risked further injury just to get you home.

you think about how, though the world has never been kind to her, these past few years at stillwater….well, vi always seems unshakeable, but you notice her new scars and bloodied knuckles and bruises that are probably more than skin deep, and you know that it couldn’t have been easy having to survive there on her own.

“you deserve to feel good, violet.”

you brush your thumb over the lip she keeps gnawing at, wiping away the blood. the way vi looks at you then, powder blue eyes a shade or two darker and slightly glazed over, prompts you to cup her face gently. she grabs your wrist and squeezes it.

“i mean it, okay?” you murmur, pulling your hand away after vi presses a soft kiss to your palm. “let me take care of you, pretty girl. it’ll be worth your while,” you tease, remembering her words from before.

vi hums, something intense flicking behind her eyes.

“okay, stargirl. you’ve convinced me.” she gently grabs your chin, brings your face as close  to hers as possible, so close that you can practically feel the heat of her smile on your lips. “only if you let me take care of you after. deal?”

you swallow thickly, and don’t even need to think for a second when you say —

“deal.” 

and she kisses you to seal it. 

soon enough, you’ve got vi pressed down on the mattress, her shirt off, your hips in between her legs. you’re taking your time — biting at her collarbones, sucking down her sternum. she’s got more tattoos, of course, and her nipples. you wrap your lips around one of them, letting the cool metal of her piercing burn through your tongue. when you pull away with a pop, she whines, and you just have to do the same to the other side. your teeth sink into her abs, your tongue traces over the stars on her hips, until you reach her navel. you trace a finger down the happy trail that disappears underneath the waistband of her panties, which, you can’t help but notice, now have a darker patch in the middle. you finally pull her underwear down her legs, exposing her to you in all her glory.

“hurry up,” vi whimpers when you busy yourself kissing the inside of her thighs, rather than where you know she wants you most.

“you always were impatient,” you chide. “i’ve barely touched you, and it seems like you’re already about to cum.”

you spit on her already glistening pussy before looking back up at her expectantly, eager to make her beg even more. vi’s blushing, a rare but beautiful sight.

she clears her throat, cheeks dusted red. 

“please, we don’t have all the time in the worl—”

vi’s cut off by you running your tongue through her folds. you just love how her thighs instinctively squeeze around your head — your lungs, not quite attuned to your desires, unfortunately require more than what’s between vi’s legs to keep going, so you have to pull them apart. you make up for it, though, and you gather some of her slick to sink two fingers into her heat.

“fuck. fuck,” vi moans. she tangles her hands in your hair, fingers tightening at the roots when you suck her clit harshly. “fuck, you’re so good to me. fuck.”

you hum against her cunt, and work in a third finger, reaching that spot deep inside her that has her crying out in pleasure. you add in your tongue, and vi locks her ankles behind your head to bring you impossibly closer. this time, you stay there until she reaches you feel her tighten around you. you don’t stop, and fuck her through another orgasm that has her body writhing and your lungs burning.

you just don’t want to leave, the velvet softness and saltiness of her more intoxicating than any drink you’ve ever had. but, vi’s tugging impatiently at your hair and whining —

“oh, god, please come up here.”

— so you kiss her cunt goodbye, just for now, and you journey back up her body. your lips, coated in vi’s own release, stick to her skin as you go. when you’re eye to eye with her once more, you kiss her, allow her to taste herself on your tongue. you pull away to quip: 

“that’s not my name, sweetheart, but i’m flattered.”

vi smiles, her lips shining with your saliva and her cum. it makes you want to dive back in for more, but she beats you to it.

“my goddess,” she mumbles against your lips, moving to bite underneath your jaw, down your neck. her nails scrape against your stomach and she teases the waistband of your pants. “get rid of these — it’s time for me to take care of you.”

and how could you say no to that? 

as you get up to remove the rest of your clothes, vi sits up, watching you with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 

yeah, she’s impatient, reaching for you as soon as you're done and positioning your thighs on either side of her hips. you hiss when your bare cunt rubs up against her abdomen, and vi’s eyes are now the darkest you’ve ever seen them, pupils blown wide. 

“huh. you like that, gorgeous?” she taunts, kissing between your breasts.

and now she’s got you all whiny and desperate. you love how rough her bandaged hands feel as they grip your hips, guiding your movements, and how hot her mouth is against your skin as her teeth, tongue, and lips explore every inch of your body. she lingers on your tattoo, sucking harsh bruises among delicate flowers. her hands roam from your hips to your inner thighs, spreading you open while pressing you down. you’re completely blissed out as your pussy squelches against her strong, defined muscles. you love how her body reacts to your pleasure as if it’s her own — her abs clench between your legs and her heart beating fast against your chest. 

“that’s it,” vi groans, encouraging you. “how’d i get so lucky, huh? to have such a pretty girl make a mess all over me?”

it’s very hard to formulate a thought, and all you can do is breathe out vi’s name like a prayer. 

she thrusts up one more time and presses her mouth onto yours, swallowing your moans and guiding you harder, faster. 

after your orgasm crashes over you, vi rolls over so that she’s on top of you. she rests her forehead against yours, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“you think you can handle one more?” 

you nod desperately, smiling up at her. vi’s body is firmly against yours, her stomach wet and sticky with you. 

“i thought so,” vi chuckles. she kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, to behind your ear where your star-shaped birthmark greets her. “what’ll it be, stargirl? tongue, fingers, both?”

you shiver. if you had more time, more energy, you’d beg for her it all, but for now you answer:

“just your fingers, please.” you brush your thumb over the tattoo on her cheek, looking into those eyes of hers that you’d like to imagine only soften this way for you. “i want – need – to see your beautiful face while you fuck me.”

and again, vi blushes. she kisses you, hard, before shoving her fingers into your cunt.

her fingers really do feel like magic, like bliss, long and thick, and curving into you perfectly. her thumb rubs tight circles into your clit, her bandaged palm scratching deliciously against your folds. vi’s strong and fast and she’s pretty much fucking her tongue down your throat. 

you feel so wonderfully full and you’re already so sensitive that the elastic in your stomach tightens and tightens and just snaps. you throw your head back, jaw falling slack as overwhelming pleasure rushes through you. you dig your nails into her shoulders to ground yourself, and she hisses into your mouth when you scrape them down her back. 

“fuck, you’re so hot.” vi practically growls, biting your bottom lip. “can’t get over you — like a goddamn vice. be a good girl for me and give me one more, yeah? please.” 

and how can you say no to that — vi on top and deep inside of you, eyes dark and sinful and waiting for your command, eager to have her way with your body because she just can’t get enough? 

you whimper when vi finally removes her fingers from your cunt and sucks them into her mouth.

“better than i imagined,” she grins and actually winks at you. then, she shoves her fingers down your throat as if she knew how empty you felt, and you greedily lap up whatever mess was left.

then, vi takes away her fingers and places the sweetest, softest kiss on your lips before adjusting to lay down on her side. 

“i…i wasn’t too rough, was i?” she whispers, idly tracing fingers on your damp skin. 

you shake your head, smiling. her body is something divine — littered with familiar and unknown scars, muscles strong from carrying the weight of the world. but there’s also proof of the soft curve of your mouth against her skin, the harsh indents of your nails. there’s a desire deep within you hoping those never fades, like that dull, delicious ache between your legs that she left behind. 

the remnants of everything you’ve tasted of hers tonight linger on your tongue as you promise:

“no. you were….are amazing.”

vi nestles into the curve between your neck and shoulder. her teeth graze your pulsepoint as you run your hand through her hair.

you’re both exhausted and sweaty and sticky, but, by god, if you didn’t just find heaven. 

and though you’re deeply satisfied, you’re hungry, too, so you get up to find what you had taken from the kitchen earlier. vi sits up and watches eagerly as you peel the fruit, the smell of citrus dancing between you. you break it in half, watch her hesitate before accepting and devouring it. you’re in comfortable silence while eating. some juice drips down her chin, and you reach over to brush it away with your thumb. vi lets you push your thumb into her mouth to lick it up and you’re biting your lip before she crashes her mouth against yours once more. your hands are sticky as you cup her cheeks, and her lips are sticky against yours, but you don’t care. you think this is the sweetest orange you’ve ever tasted. 

you look out the window. the sky has gone from black to a deep purple, the stars now starting to fade.

in a few hours, vi is heading topside and you’re staying down here to keep the fort down while ekko’s gone with her to the council. best case scenario, you see each other again, continue whatever has simmered between you over the years and boiled over tonight.

worst case scenario….

it doesn’t matter. 

for now:

vi rests her hand on your ribcage while you notch a leg over her hip. 

“g’night, stargirl.” 

you nudge your nose against hers.

“sweet dreams, vi.”

vi kisses your forehead.

“i’ve got you to thank for those.”

you melt against each other and drift off into the best sleep you’ve both had in a while.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

wc: 1.1k .... i tried istg this is not what i intended to do, i tried to make this short :(

warnings: fem bodied reader, switchy? kinda power bottom reader, reader rec (vi wears a strap), titty worship (vi rec) both parties are very desperate, reader calls her cupcake, biting, marking, idk what else.

this is also perhaps based off a tiktok edit i saw....um anyway!!

she's over you, on top of you, whatever you want to call it. a hand clenches around your hip for dear life, the other one is beside your head to stabilize herself.

her tongue is in your mouth and her strap buried deep inside you.

her moans are needy and loud. even if every one is muffled and wet with the way you suck on her tongue, they're still loud enough to ring in your ears on repeat like a damn bell.

she kisses desperately, whines prettily, groans hungrily. like she's trying to devour you. like you're trying to consume her.

it's fucking disgusting, dirty and downright messy. saliva smeared across your face and her's; mixing with the residue cum on her face from when she ate you out. it makes her taste all the sweeter, makes you feel all the more feral, grabbing chunks of her black hair in your fists, dragging her in like she's the air you need to breathe.

It's like neither of you can get enough. like you're animals tussling on the streets with the way you howl, with the way she pants, with the way your nails dig into her back, drawing blood.

she growls into your skin. it's like she can feel the way your cunt clenches deliciously around the toy, feel the pulsing warmth of your pussy wrapped around her, sucking her in. feel every thrust as your heels dig into her back, pushing her, encouraging her.

her thrusts are needy, though they started out deep and hard, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. enough to knock the wind from your lungs with every thrust, brutal like she wished it were real so she could fill you up and steal your breath away like that.

but with prolonged time, even with all her muscles and power they've become more shallow, sloppy, slowed.

her thighs burn, her muscles ache.

it's fucking maddening.

you sound like a wounded animal.

"vi," you pant between kisses. "fuck," you hiss as she nudges against your g-spot harshly. "faster, go fucking faster."

her forehead presses against yours as she grunts in reply. sweat runs down her temples, smudging her black makeup further, her hair brushes over your skin.

you push it back, cupping her face as you stare into her eyes. she's tired, you can see it. she had a long day at the pits, you know that. you told her that it was okay if she was too tired, but she insisted, pulling back her hair and getting on her knees.

her lips find your's desperately, she whines into them, licking into your mouth.

your body screams for release.

fuck, sometimes you just have to,

she lets out a cute gasp when you move, messily rolling over through the soaked sheets before you come out on top.

your hands plant themselves on her chest, rolling her nipples with your fingers, curious to what noises you can elicit. she whines, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"shit, you're such a fucking liar" you say in that ragged, sex filled voice that makes her head spin. it doesn't help that you're pinching one to hear another one of those delicious noises. "my tits aren't sensitive, my ass."

"s-shut up."

this position isn't unheard of for you two, but you've always been one to lay back and let her do the work. playing with her tits is new though, since she'd always claimed that they didn't do anything for her.

that's not what her body told you now.

you lean down, hands never leaving her tits as you start kissing up her neck, lazily grinding your hips down, moaning at the delicious sparks of heat lighting up inside you. "this okay, cupcake?" you whisper.

her voice is a perfect mix of vulnerable and wanton, "y-yeah." you squeeze the fat of her tits, tugging at a nipple until her back arches up, thrusting into you unexpectedly.

your eyes roll back for a moment, mouth falling open. she does it again and you curse under your breath. "keep fucking doing that" she obeys easily.

"good girl." you pant as you lift your hips up for the first time, letting yourself fall back. "fuck," it feels better than you remembered.

you bury your face into her neck to hide your moans, nipping at her skin to distract yourself from the coursing waves of pleasure as her hands find their home on your hips.

you begin biting, sucking, leaving red marks that'll fade to purple. it'll go with her dark attire, warn off all those other bitches who watch her at the pits and think she's someone they can try to fuck.

they can't. she's fucking your's.

"you like that?" she lilts, head thrown back, eyes rolled back at the feeling of your hands and mouth all over her. she really shouldn't be talking but you can also do nothing but bury your teeth into her skin as a reply.

you're so fucking wet, and so fucking close. you can't fucking think. your lips trail down her neck, over her collarbone, and then sealing over her right boob, sucking onto it gently for a moment.

and then her fingers find your clit.

you jolt like you've been electrocuted, like there isn't lights bursting behind your eyes as they roll back, back arching, teeth sinking into her skin for the umpteenth time.

it'll leave a pretty bite mark surrounding her nipple.

it drives her more crazy. her fingers moving faster against the nub. the feeling of your warm mouth around like fucking heaven. her feet plant on the bed beneath her to drive up into you harder, faster, hitting places that you didn't even know about.

her hand on the back of your head, presses you closer to her, spit covering her chest as you cum.

the tension in you snaps, hitting you head on like a train as you came undone with a cry of her name. your body convulses over her, your thighs trembling on either side of her hips. she never stops rubbing your clit, and you never stop grinding, riding out your orgasm with a gasp until it starts to ache.

"stop." and the pressure is gone immediately.

giving her nipple one last shuddering lick, you rest your forehead against her collarbone, sighing.

no words are exchanged for a moment, no words need to be. fingers run through your hair, and a hand soothes lightly over your hip. you can hear her heard beating from here, hear her panting lightly.

you're panting too, closing your eyes before you work up enough energy to make the simply action of looking up at her, a wide grin across your face. "did you cum? from me playing with your nipples a little bit?"

she groans. "shut up."

a/n: this is not an invitation to ask me to start writing for sub reader n stuff, cause at it's core i don't really see this as sub reader, just letting everyone know cause i most likely won't write stuff like this like ever again

i was in a mood while writing this and while it might be shit cause i haven't written lots of stuff like this before, i hope you all enjoyed it!!

[dissapointu]

For all the arcane characters.

Their s/o stood from them with a distant look well our body seems.. tense as well from they're perspective we almost like a statue. "S/o? what's wrong, love?" They asked almost like they were gonna reach out to 'comforted' us.

"I can't do this, this is too much" their s/o muttered while leaning or even stepping away from them, we seem.. almost scared or maybe petrified as we cover our eyes. Peeking though our fingers locking eyes with them with a look of fear or terror.

Basically write how their reaction to their s/o seems standoffish towards them or even afraid to look at them without a terror look in their eyes 🙏😔 (something they did made us afraid of them-)

OKAY ANGST QUEENS (AND KINGS), WE’RE GOING IN. how the Arcane squad reacts when their s/o looks at them like they’re the villain in the story (even though they probably kinda are, let’s be real).

Jinx

“Wait. WAIT. Don’t do that.” Her voice wavers, panic setting in like a storm cloud. Jinx is jittery now, her hands twitching by her sides because she doesn’t know what to do. “I didn’t mean to scare you, okay?! I’m not—I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She tries to laugh it off, but it’s hollow, her eyes darting everywhere except at yours. “You’re messing with me, right? This is a joke?” But when you don’t laugh, she freezes, like all the gears in her brain just stopped turning. “Please don’t look at me like that…” Her voice cracks, soft and broken. She’s shrinking into herself, more scared of you leaving than she’s ever been of anything.

Vi

Vi stops mid-step, hands raised slightly like she’s trying not to spook you further. “Hey, hey, it’s me,” she says, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard. Her brow furrows, and she looks so lost. “What’s going on? What did I do?”

When you step back, her heart breaks a little more, but she doesn’t move closer. “I don’t get it—why are you acting like I’m gonna hurt you?” Her voice catches, and for a second, she looks like she might cry, but she quickly shakes it off. “Just… talk to me, alright? Whatever I did, I’ll fix it. Just don’t…” She swallows hard. “Don’t be scared of me.”

Sevika

Sevika’s expression hardens the moment she sees you flinch. Not because she’s mad at you, but because she’s furious with herself. “…What the hell did I do this time?” she mutters, more to herself than you.

She takes a step forward but stops when you lean away. “Alright, I get it,” she says, her voice rough but quieter than usual. “But don’t think for a second I wanted this.” There’s a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes as she runs a hand through her hair, looking away. “You don’t have to be scared of me. I’d never—I mean, I can’t—” She exhales sharply, cutting herself off. “Just tell me how to fix it.”

Silco

Silco’s entire body goes still, his hand freezing mid-reach. “…Is that fear I see in your eyes?” he asks, his voice low and controlled, but there’s a sharp edge to it—like it hurts more than he’s willing to admit.

He straightens up, letting his hand fall to his side. “I see,” he murmurs, his tone almost cold, but his expression betrays him. There’s a flicker of something soft, almost regretful, in his gaze. “Whatever I’ve done to frighten you… I’ll correct it. But you must tell me what it is.” He steps back, giving you space, though it clearly pains him. “I won’t hurt you. Surely, you know that.”

Vander

Vander’s heart sinks the second he sees the look on your face. “Hey, now,” he says gently, his voice thick with worry. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

When you flinch away, he freezes, his hands hovering awkwardly. “…Did I do somethin’? Whatever it is, I didn’t mean to.” His voice cracks, and he looks so… sad. “You’re scared of me?” He takes a slow step back, running a hand down his face. “I never wanted this. Just tell me how to make it right.”

Ekko

Ekko’s face drops like a stone. “Wait, what? What did I do?” His voice is a mix of confusion and panic, and he steps back instinctively, his hands raised.

“C’mon, you know me. I wouldn’t—I couldn’t hurt you.” He’s practically begging now, his eyes wide and pleading. “Just tell me what’s wrong. Please. I’ll fix it, I swear. Just… don’t be scared of me like that.”

Jayce

Jayce’s entire face falls, his usual confidence crumbling in an instant. “What… What do you mean, you can’t do this?” he asks, his voice soft and shaky.

When you step away, his hands drop to his sides, and he looks like a lost puppy. “I don’t understand. What did I do?” He’s desperate for an answer, but he doesn’t want to push you further. “Whatever it is, I’ll fix it. Just don’t look at me like that, okay?”

Viktor

Viktor’s eyes widen, and he takes a cautious step back, his cane tapping softly on the floor. “Please… tell me what’s wrong,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

When you cover your eyes, he feels like he’s been stabbed in the chest. “If I’ve done something to frighten you, I assure you it was unintentional.” His words are careful, measured, but there’s a faint tremor in his voice. “I would never hurt you. Please, believe me.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s breath catches in her throat, and she freezes mid-step. “…Darling?” she says softly, her tone full of worry. “What’s going on? What did I do?”

When you refuse to meet her eyes, she looks like she’s on the verge of tears. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?” Her voice wavers, and she steps back, giving you space. “Please, just tell me what I did wrong. I can’t fix this if I don’t know.”

Mel Medarda

Mel’s calm facade cracks immediately, her eyes widening in genuine surprise. “I see,” she says softly, stepping back to give you space. “You’re afraid of me.”

Her voice is steady, but there’s a hint of pain beneath her composed exterior. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I only want to protect you. But if I’ve overstepped…” She trails off, folding her hands tightly to keep herself from reaching for you. “I’ll make it right. Somehow.”

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa’s jaw tightens, and she lets out a sharp exhale. “So that’s how you see me now,” she says, her voice low and gruff.

But when she sees the terror in your eyes, her expression softens, and she takes a deliberate step back. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” she says, almost grumbling like it’s hard for her to admit. “But if I did, then I’ve failed you. Tell me what I can do to fix this.”

Cecil B. Heimerdinger

“Oh, my stars!” Heimerdinger exclaims, his ears drooping as he takes a step back. “Have I done something to upset you? Please, do tell me!”

He looks absolutely heartbroken, wringing his tiny hands together as he tries to figure out how to make things right. “I would never wish to cause you distress. Please, let me help!”

Salo

Salo frowns deeply, his usually cocky demeanor dropping instantly. “You’re scared of me?” he asks, his voice quiet and unsure.

He steps back, his hands clenched at his sides. “I didn’t mean to—whatever I did, I didn’t mean it. Just tell me how to fix it, okay?”

Scar

Scar looks stunned, his mouth opening and closing like he doesn’t know what to say. “Wait, hold up. What did I do?”

He looks genuinely hurt but tries to play it cool. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You know that, right?” his voice is quieter now, almost pleading.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie freezes, her smile dropping in an instant. “What? Babe, no—what’s wrong?”

She takes a cautious step back, her eyes full of worry. “Whatever it is, I didn’t mean it. Please, just talk to me.”

Lest

Lest’s expression doesn’t change much, but her eyes darken with concern. “I see I’ve frightened you,” she says softly, her voice measured.

She steps back, giving you space. “That was never my intention. Please, tell me what I’ve done.”

TL;DR: Everyone’s reactions are basically “PANIC MODE ACTIVATED,” but in their own unique ways.

[vi-arcanes-left-biceps]

Spoilers for Arcane S2 Finale❗❗

So, i keep thinking about Arcane's last pieces of dialogue and though they sounded kinda funny when I watched the end at the first time (in a 'really? This took 27h to write?' way), the more I think about it, the more I like it.

I think it has a ton of layers to interpret and I'm still missing a few of them.

Please forgive my multiple tangents while I try to gather my thoughts.

First, how Caitlyn finds Vi: no bandages, a glass of alcohol in her hands.

No bandages means many things for Vi: she's vulnerable -both because of what she's going through and beacuse she can allow herself to be vulnerable for the first time in the show, with Caitlyn-, and her fight is over, she doesn't have to fight anymore (Re: Ep7 Powder saying Vi fights because she's scared of losing everyone, and she has lost everyone). (Everyone but Ekko and Caitlyn, who have repeatedly proven they can fend for themselves and are leaders on their own right, I'd love to say Vi is in a point where she's able not to feel responsible for them too, though this is something I'm not so sure about). Bandages were also an important part of her character design, of herself, so this gives a sensation that she's lost a part of her identity too. Who is she, if not the big sister, the protector, the brawler?

Alcohol is another small details that just says she's not okay. We've seen her drink herself senseless for, presumably, months, in Act II, to cope with all that happened in S1 and particularly S2 Act I: accepting the loss of her sister after the attack on the council, becoming an enforcer even though she was completely against it because she still feels responsible for ending Jinx, recognising her sister again for just a glimpse and gaining faith that Powder is still there (with the realisation that she almost killed her sister -not the monster she convinced herself jinx was, her sister) falling in love with Cait and seeing her become a completely different person out of grief.... So after everything that just happened in Act III, where she saw that many people die, either strangers or friends, and where she lost her sister and father AGAIN, of course she's considering getting back to drinking. So much happened to her in the span of few months that she's considering drowning the pain away again.

Caitlyn's question: "Are you still in this fight, Violet?"

The line delivery is incredibly soft and intimate, and Cait calling her Violet is the cherry on top. She's knows Vi is not okay. She's knows she's going through a lot right now.

Caitlyn's question seeing this is really, at least, three questions:

First and clearest is a check-in: "How are you?" "Will you be okay?" "Do you want to talk about this?"

Second is "Are you staying?" Vi could leave to be alone as she did at the beginning of Act II, could go with Ekko to Zaun... I can also see an "Are you staying with me?" After everything that happens, after the little time that they've had to be together and to solve the many things between them, her asking "Are you still in this fight" can mean both "hey, are you holding up" and "Are we still together in this?"

Third would be "So, are you up to face this, solving things between Piltover and Zaun?". I know some people have criticized the lack of resolution in the Zaun/Piltover conflict. I'd argue, as much as I'd love for the class conflict to be expanded, it is not the core of the series, and both the writers and the characters know that a conflict like this cannot be solved in such little time. The series was not going to solve it. What it does is solve it's main plot and character arcs, and leave a space for this theme to have the start of a resolution. Piltover an Zaun joined against Ambessa's army, and the ending gives us a glimpse of the will to change the relationship between topside and bottom (e.g. having Zaunites in the council). It's not a perfect ending nor it is a resolution for Zaun's class struggle -I'm pretty sure that was never the intent, though I would have liked for both cities' relationship to be more comented upon in this season-, it's the opportunity to advance towards a resolution. So Cait is asking Vi if she is willing to deal with that too. "Are you still in this fight?" can also have an implication to mean fighting to make things better. This also means fighting for them to be together.

Then, Vi's answer: "I am the dirt underneath your fingernails, Cupcake. Nothing's gonna clean me out".

Now, I like this because it sums up to Vi saying "I'm not going anywhere" but the line itself and the delivery gives it a few more layers of meaning.

First of all, Vi is clearly not okay. She's very emotionaly scarred and considering an unhealthy coping mechanism. She looks incredibly sad. And she's deflecting with humour to the question because she's probably not ready to talk about it. So her delivery here, plus the strange joke/comparison and calling Caitlyn "Cupcake" (which she's only done when she's teasing her in a flirty or funny way or deflecting the conversation by doing so) is telling Caitlyn that she's not okay right now, but that she isn't going to leave. "

I interpret "Nothing's gonna clean me out" as her basically saying "I'm tough, I'll get through this" to Caitlyn's "How are you?" and saying "You're not getting rid of me" to Caitlyn's "Are you going to stay?"

Furthermore, calling herself "The dirt underneath your fingernails" has an obvious implication about her being a Zaunite and Caitlyn being from Pilotover. I've seen some people saying this is insulting to Vi's character and to Zaun's storyline.... I don't think so at all. Yeah, I can get to see a layer of self-depreciating humor, but for me this is Vi using her humour as well to reinforce herself and her identity as a Zaunite (which arguably she left aside/lost sight of during Act I) while also teasing Caitlyn for being a topsider. I like to interpret this as Vi saying "Yeah, Piltie, I'm sticking with you and I will keep bothering you". The tone and calling Cait "Cupcake" reinforces this as a tease as well. Reinstating her identity as a Zaunite also gives insight on Vi's position on the Zaun-Piltover new relationship: yes, she's willing to help out manage this, always from the position of a kid from the Lanes.

Zaun and Piltover are also stuck together after the ending - they've fought together against a common enemy and that has also forced Piltover's elite to sit and listen to Zaun's demands. For sure Piltover's aristocracy still has to get their heads out of their asses but this is how I like to read the phrase in regards to Zaun-Piltover, layered upon what Vi is saying: I am the dirt underneath you = I (Zaun's state and problems) am a consequence of your (Piltover's) actions and I am not going anywhere. (You will have to listen).

Anyways, lots of rambling and I'll still be missing stuff!

Another thing is, native spanish speakers as I am use the phrase "Nail and flesh" to say that two people are inseparable, and this has enough similarity to that for it to feel like Vi is also saying they are inseparable. So yeah

[umi-adxhira]

TWTPTFLOB TURNS INTO ANIMALS

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to the glorious @orngbanana. Btw Charlotte, Maria, Sierra, and Sylvia are all platonic

I. ROXANNA AGRICHE - MOTH

A very pretty yellow moth with red accents, similar to the poison butterflies but with more of a sheen

She stays with you most of the time, perched on the top of your head or on your finger if you're wearing a hood

You had to research what moths eat because you didn't want her to die (she thanked you once she turned back)

Jeremy wanted to look after her for a while, so you agreed. Unbeknownst to you, he didn't know that moths are attracted to light

He set fire to some logs in a forest during the night when on a mission and was startled when his sister was moving towards the fire (bro was scared shitless)

After returning her to you, you decided to read a book in the gardens. Roxanna was resting on a button on your gown, as you both read the pages

Overall a very well behaved moth 10/10

II. DION AGRICHE - HOUND DOG

A black-purpely dog with bright red eyes (they glow in the dark bro trust) with rough fur yet fluffy ears

He rests his head on your lap to pass the time. He doesn't want to lean into dog stereotypes where you throw him a bone or dog toy, and he races to catch it (you did it once, he was not amused)

Kinda like your guard dog, bit Fontaine in the ass one time when he was talking to you and barked at servants to leave you both alone

He doesn't like to admit it, but he likes having his ears rubbed. He unconsciously wags his tail and you refuse to let him know that

He refuses to admit he's a dog. He tried walking into Lante's office and was promptly escorted out, not without a bark or two

Licks your hand when you eat food when there's some sauce or crumbs left. It's not that different when he was human, but it's cuter now

Overall 9/10 (+2 if he allows cuddles)

III. JEREMY AGRICHE - CAT

Small blue cat. Idc fight with the wall but cat Jeremy is a baby

NEEDS to be touching you. He went to sleep on the pillow next to your head and woke up with his ass in your face

He can be a bit much, so attaching a small bell on your dress, and he'll be pawing at you for hours, or until he gets hungry

Sometimes, you hand him over to Roxana, and when she hands him back, you hear stories on how her brother tackled one of his younger siblings to the ground by scratching their face. It was funny, according to her

Gives your face licks when he wants your attention, and nuzzles into your neck when he's feeling eepy

I feel like at one point when he was drinking milk from a bowl, Dion saw and tipped Jeremy into the bowl, and he was just drowning, wailing at you to come save him

Overall 8/10 good kitty

IV. LANTE AGRICHE - DOG

Similar dog to Dion, but just bigger ngl. As his favourite spouse, you are tasked at looking after him (good luck)

He works all the time, so him being a dog is a blessing in disguise. He expects to be treated like a King

He refuses to go out of his room. Assassins could come to kill him in his vulnerable state, or worse, his own children

Barks almost constantly, when he wants something from the servants and they're just there like ??? because they can't understand dog (he kills them after)

Refuses to be at your feet. He needs a pedestal so he can feel superior to you even as a dog

Overall 4/10

V. SYLVIA PEDELIAN - BUTTERFLY

The most beautiful butterfly ever. Silver-blue wings with yellow accents

She actually spends most of her time with her brother, but he feels bad for you so he told (ordered) her to spend time with you

Actually feels bad and tries to do things to cheer you up, even though she can't really do much since she's a butterfly

Tries to impress you with cool tricks, which just makes her dizzy in the end, but they're amusing

Overall 6/10

VI. CASSIS PEDELIAN - DOG

A chihuahua. Partly because I think he would be small but also because I really like chihuahuas, and I'm not even a dog person

Quite similar to Jeremy in terms of attention. While he's quite independent for a dog, he still likes to lick your face awake and give you nuzzles

Sleeps on your lap or chest with a tiny blanket on top of him. He finds the normal ones too stuffy on his body and needs something light

If you don't pet him once every three hours, he will literally die. He may seem like he doesn't care, but he just sits in your peripheral vision sadly wagging his tail

Can actually jump really high. Jumped from the foot of the bed in the edge to the dead middle of it, and landed on all fours (our little acrobat)

Overall 8/10 very cuddly dog

VII. CHARLOTTE AGRICHE - DOG

Smaller than Cassis, bigger attitude than Lante. A red dog with green eyes and almost spiky fur

She bit someone in the ass for funsies not knowing who she bit because she can't see that far above her (it was Dion)

Likes running around the place until she gets tired, then gets annoyed when you haven't caught up yet

5/10 because she's cute

VIII. GRISELDA AGRICHE - FOX

Brown. Idk man

Very respectful, very mindful, very demure

She's also independent. She doesn't need to be touching you all the time, she's fine with just resting near you

She nudges your thigh with her head if she wants something, but that's about all the contact she makes

She'll notice you being sad that she doesn't want to touch you, so instead, she'll rest on your lap, and you play with her fur (she falls asleep to it)

9/10

IX. MARIA AGRICHE - SNAKE

Okay, no

Slithers around everywhere, especially to wherever Sierra is

Since she's s snake, Sierra doesn't mind hanging out with her, despite the fact that she's mildly scared of snakes

Gets lost easily. You have to get Fontaine, Jeremy or Dion to help you find her (they all say no)

Overall that slippery bastard is a 4/10

X. SIERRA AGRICHE - MOUSE

Can and will hide under the cabinet shaking in fear so Maria doesn't find her (she finds her anyways)

Roxana looks after her with you, so she doesn't get herself killed

Will sleep under a pillow, just high enough that she can breathe but not too high that someone will notice she's under there

Overall 6/10 (+1 if she doesn't hide that much)

©️umi-adxhira [18/10/2024]

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part XXI

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself, but... as for this part in particular, this is mostly half-ish fluff.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV, Part XVI, Part XVII, Part XVIII, Part XIX, Part XX

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“I know what you’re thinking,” Suguru said not even glancing at the white-haired boy who was keeping a steady but disturbing look on him since earlier that afternoon. “And to be clear now, it’s not like that,” he reiterated, brown eyes finally meeting the accusing blue ones.

“I know, I know...” he heard Satoru replied in a not so convinced tone, but the scrutinizing look remained.

“I thought we were past this,” Suguru muttered as he laid on his bed and busied himself with a new book he had gotten that week.

Suguru could swear on whatever Gojo asked him to, that he was just trying to comfort you. He had seen you bit down since Ikeda had left for who knows where, but training sessions always seemed to lighten your mood, so Suguru had kept on training with you.

Once in a while, Gojo would join or just sit and watch, no issues there. But that afternoon, it had been just Suguru and you, and while you were taking a break after a sparring session, he had brought up the idea of going to the spring festival that was being held in the city that weekend. Alas, your reaction had not been what he expected.

“It’s been a while since all of us went out, right? It’ll be fun,” Geto said with his ever-light smile.

“That festival?” Geto saw your eyes started losing some of the spark they always had after a good fight, “I think I’ll pass…” What he saw then was a sad smile on your face, “It’s just… “

You explained to him that Haruki had promised to take you to that festival too, saying every year it was livelier and more beautiful than the last; the decorations, the food, the fireworks at night… Of course he would not fulfill that promise now, not that one, not any other.

“I know it’s lame… I really don’t want to miss him, but I do,” you admitted. “You guys should still go. I heard this year they are really going all out…”

You did not notice how your voice had lowered, but Suguru did. “There is nothing wrong with missing someone.”

He could not help but to compare your current mood to how you used to brim with excitement about your friend. Unfortunately, Suguru was not like Shoko, and he was not sure of what you needed to hear in this situation, nor was he like Satoru, who seemed to know what you needed even when you did not want to see anyone. So, he did the only thing that he could think of: he hugged you.

To say it surprised you to have Suguru’s arms around you would have been an understatement; he was not the type to initiate that sort of contact with you, but it still conveyed his message: you are not alone.

And after a moment, you and he noticed, you were in fact, not alone.

“Is this what they call training now?” Satoru appeared behind of you with a mocking smile on his semblance.

Instinctively, you and Suguru separated. Gojo would definitely tease you both for looking so vulnerable when you were supposed to be training to become stronger, but if you were waiting for another quip, it never came. Satoru was too busy directing a questioning look to his other friend.

When they were alone, Suguru tried to make it clear to Satoru that you were fine; what he had seen in the training grounds was just a nice gesture between friends, and that the look he had given him was not necessary, but he was not having much success in putting the matter to rest.

After all, even if Satoru was okay with him and Shoko being your friends, he still was a little too protective of you sometimes, and after seeing what had happened with the last person you had become too fond of, Suguru could not blame him for worrying a little.

“Satoru, you know Ieiri and I just want to be there for them, right?” Suguru finally said to him. “That’s what friends are supposed to do, so let us help, okay? We won’t take them from you.”

***

When Satoru opened his eyes, it was still dark outside.

It was odd for him to have dreams like those. He was used to little sleep and unpleasant dreams he would force himself to forget after waking up, but dreaming about his old best friend the way he had been in high school was... bittersweet. That was the Suguru that had been your friend and his, but also the one that had left.

What would he say if he could see him like this, dinning at your place, sleeping in your bed, accommodating himself in your life, now looking so comfortable with the feelings he had always denied?

Satoru smiled at the thought and turned to look at your sleeping form. He should have seen it coming.

While he was confident in his feelings now, for some reason, the words he had read earlier still bothered him.

“My affections and wishes are unchanged.” -I.H.

Satoru had never seen that book in your apartment before, and he knew you and Haruki had somewhat resumed your friendship now that he was back, but had he really written that for you recently?

He knew better than to jump to conclusions based on a badly written line on the inside of a random book. Maybe Ikeda had not written it for you at all; and even if he had, he may not have meant anything by it. He had been gone for years, right? He would not hold onto a high school crush after all this time, would he?

Satoru suddenly remembered the Ikeda that he had seen that night in front of your building, you and him smiling to each other, how he had leaned down…

He shook his head, wanting to forget it.

He would, of course he would.

He turned again. If he kept thinking about that, he would not sleep.

Did he have any right to ask you to explain what your relationship with that man was now? Was he just a friend who wanted to be there for you, a friend of yours Satoru was supposed to trust? Because he was not sure he could do it if Ikeda himself did not want to remain as just a friend as he had oh-so-kindly clarified in the past.

“Why should it bother me?”

“I like them.”

To think he would still remember that guy’s voice after so long….

Satoru closed his eyes and tried to ignore the memory of that evening, the certainty in the boy’s words, his own inability to say anything back, and the echo of an approaching train.

***

You watched Satoru generously poured some more syrup over his pancakes while he told you he had cancelled his plans for earlier so he was able to have breakfast with you.

“Well, ‘cancelled’ is probably not the right way to put it. I just had Ijichi take care of it.”

Isn’t that too much syrup?

“He complained a bit, but this is nice,” he gestured to the breakfast he had almost burned a few minutes ago, “don’t you think?”

You took the syrup from him.

“I think that’s enough,” you said looking at his plate. “And…” you sat down back on your seat in front of him, “I also think you should be nicer to Ijichi. You can't just boss him around like that all the time.”

“He owed me one,” Satoru gave you a sweet smile before digging in on his plate.

Since he was busy with his meal, you talked. “I will need to go out for a bit but will be back later. Do you want to have dinner at that place from last time?”

Satoru shook his head. “Let’s try something different this time.”

Him wanting to try different restaurants was not weird, but what he said next almost got you choking on your pancakes.

“Let’s go on a date.”

***

“We don’t need to do that, Satoru… I mean, aren’t dates just like going out for food or coffee? We do that all the time,” you tried to smile at him despite how odd you found his proposition.

“Maybe, but I think it should be fun, no?”

That was how you ended up walking next to Satoru in a museum among some of the most valuable works of the Edo period.

You had to give him some credit; it had been a while since you and him had gone to an exhibit, and he had actually dressed up for you.

Not that Satoru had ever been under-dressed for any occasion, and he certainly had the charm to make the most simple outfit look stylish, but this time he was purposely wearing the shirt you had given him for his last birthday because you had said it would look good on him even if it was not from a well-known designer, and the cologne he knew you liked because you always told him he smelled nice when he wore it.

“Many of these are not pretty, don’t you think?” Satoru had leaned down and whispered in your ear, giving a side eye to the piece you were admiring.

You smiled. “You know? The impression of the smart, cultured man you give really loses credibility when you say things like that.”

“You think I’m smart and cultured?” You could see the smirk growing on his face despite the lighting that was meant to focus all attention on the artwork, leaving the visitors poorly illuminated.

Satoru looked good with or without good lightning, and he knew it, so you would not add up to his ego.

“Of course not.” You took a few steps to the next piece.

Satoru smiled as he watched you move from one print to another. You were on a date with him, so even if you were teasing him, he did not care.

To his credit, he did like some kinds of art and was not such a bad critic of composition and relevance when he would actually pay attention to an art piece, but now, his main focus was on you.

***

“I didn’t know you could eat that much,” you grinned.

“There are many things you don’t know about me.” Satoru winked in your direction.

You laughed. “I know you since you were six. I'd dare say, there isn’t much I don’t know about you.”

“I can think of a few things.”

You and he were walking on your way back from the sushi restaurant where Satoru had invited you to dinner to finalize your date, and his statement made you stop and look at him to challenge him.

“Name one,” you said.

His smirk was that of a winner. “I don’t know how to tie a necktie.”

You rolled your eyes. “I knew that. It’s always been me or Shoko doing it for you, dummy.”

You also thought he knew how to do it but was just too lazy for it.

He took a step further, still smiling. “What about this? I still watch Digimon sometimes.”

“I’m not impressed… I saw your Digimon boxers.” You tried to suppress a laugh but failed when looking at his expression. “They were in your laundry room last time.”

He laughed, and the light flush on his cheeks made him look younger. “Why did you go through my laundry?”

“I didn’t! You had them hanging there for any unfortunate eyes to see.” You took another step back and he, another one closer. “Don’t tell me you are wearing them now.”

“Wouldn't you like to find out?” You were both chuckling. and as you took another step back, you realized Satoru was much closer than before.

He had taken off his sunglasses from earlier. He did that often around you, these days more than ever, as if he wanted to see you without obstruction, as if he wanted you to know he was looking at you.

“Not fair…” he was still smiling but his voice was lower, and your back finally made contact with the wall behind you. “You know this much, but I don’t know everything about you, do I?”

He was not just joking; you were not being fair. You did not tell him about the proposal from the Zen'in clan; he did not know what the situation was with Ikeda, and more importantly, Satoru was not sure of where you wanted things to go now that he had confessed his feelings for you.

I said I did not need an answer now, but are you at least thinking about it, [name]?

Satoru knew there would be no turning back if you started something, if you told him that you loved him as he loved you.

“You don’t? I’m a bit offended.” You tentatively raised your hand to touch the collar of Satoru’s shirt. You had recognized it immediately when he had shown up that afternoon.

I was right, it looks good on him.

“I heard the most hilarious rumor recently.” Satoru wanted you to touch more than just his clothes, but he wanted answers too. “About you on the verge of making me attend your wedding with a Zen'in.”

Your hand froze. The fabric of his shirt was extremely soft, contrary to the look in his eyes that seemed to want to read through you.

Who told you about that?

No. If Satoru had not told you from the start, he would probably not tell you now. In any case, he had you cornered, both figuratively and physically.

You averted your gaze and tried to keep the mood playful. “As if you would have attended.”

No, I wouldn’t have. Over my dead body you would marry into that hideous clan.

Seeing how he was not going to play along, you sighed. “It was nothing. They summoned me a couple months ago, and I told them I wouldn’t marry them, and that was the end of it.”

Was it? They had been insistent but eventually left you alone, or so you thought.

Satoru tried to find your gaze again. “Why didn’t you tell me? If they are still bothering you…”

“They asked me not to comment on it with anyone, since my response was… not what they expected.”

As if there was a reason why they should have expected you to accept, those fools.

“And they’ve let me alone, so it’s alright.” Satoru’s skin was warm when your hand touched his face.

He leaned into your touch. “Who was it?”

Now, that was something you were not supposed to disclose either, and you did not want Satoru to try to take the matter into his own hands.

“Don’t go looking for trouble. You have Megumi you care about.”

“I know... He’s not like them, you know? Won’t ever be.”

You mouthed ‘I know’.

And you did, you trusted him to protect that kid just as he always tried protecting his students.

There were other things Satoru wanted to ask, but your eyes staring into his and the proximity were making his mind deviate. He had felt that before with you, too warm, too at ease, so much that he could forget the world.

He brushed his nose against yours. “Did you know I really want to kiss you now?”

The street was deserted but for you too, but it still hit you that he was asking for a kiss in a place where any passerby or curious neighbor could see.

Still, you pulled him in because you wanted to kiss him too, and when your lips connected, albeit unsaid, the same thought flashed through your minds.

We cannot go back to how we were.

And if there had been such neighbor who wanted to open their curtains to glance into the peaceful darkness outside, or such passerby with business to attend in the middle of the night, when they noticed the couple on the street, they would most certainly think they were just another pair of lovers, because who would mistake them for friends?

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Note: I almost feel tempted to end everything here, even if that was not my original plan lol.

Thanks for reading!

Next: Part XXII

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[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Honestly it’s the fact that Vi was the only one Cait could feel vulnerable enough to cry around and the slow building of that wall to block her out that kills me

It really does. And with everything that happens, I’m kinda sad we don’t get to see more of that grief outside of the plot like we did in the scene of Caitlyn breaking down which was even plotty in of itself with her giving Vi the badge, although the tent scene was nice.

Caitlyn eventually saying that it’s ‘in Vi’s blood’ felt SO wrong. Completely stripped Vi of her personhood.

Caitlyn and Vi grew to be each other’s people in such specific circumstances, but things have changed and they don’t live in that little vacuum anymore. They don’t get to play vigilante and bond on how they just want the world to be good.

Caitlyn wanted to see the real world and now she thinks she’s seen it, and she kind of has, but she doesn’t recognize the context as much as we’d hope.

This simply isn’t the same Caitlyn who scolded her mother about the apathetic government she is a part of. Not even the same Caitlyn from the first episode of season 2 where she acknowledged a raid would get civilians caught in the crossfire. Vi can’t just ask Caitlyn not to change, because that’s not how that works, but I really respect Vi for trying to ground Caitlyn and maybe even remind her of who she was and what her goals used to be. I wish we’d seen Caitlyn acknowledge her change, cause I know she knows it’s happening, and maybe even dismiss her naive and misinformed past self after promising Vi she wouldn’t change because she thinks the change is necessary.

It’s just too much happening at a time and they don’t have the time to sit and think. Caitlyn’s being consumed by grief through politics and Vi’s somewhat apolitical nature just don’t fit right now. Caitlyn needs to snap to her senses and Vi needs to figure out what part she wants to play for herself.

If not, this miscommunication and disconnection will only get worse and Caitlyn will keep thinking that Vi is her enemy when she’s nothing of the sort.

[soft-cristobalite]

Watched arcane season 2 act 1, thought abt it, so here are some of my thoughts in no particular order. Obvious spoilers.

Also, i watched in dub. Important to know when i am quoting charaters + when i am talking about their tone.

Starting of with something that is directly affected by dub — ukrainian Jayce is my Jayce. Ppl said he sounded condesending while talking to Ekko — not. at. alllll. true for my Jayce. My Jayce sounded tired, emotionaly burn out. "You drink tea, Ekko?" said with no though to it, in a context of continues talking of "Haha do i live here? Hahah....... Do you guys want tea? Want some tea? I'll make tea. Do you drink tea, Ekko?". But d-dub is supposed to stay true to the original— I DONT CAREEE. I love my blorbo almost-himbo Jayce, never changing his characterisation in my mind.

And i will hold Jayce's hand when i say this — you were. Just so gay for like... Essentialy going "Are you okay? Good, good" to lady Mel Medarda HERSELF and then seeing Victor and losing your mind. Sprinting with him in your hands to your lab. LIVING in your lab to monitor him. I just... I get it, you don't have many friends. But like...... Really dude. Reaally.

Give Mel and Ekko thirty minutes. I promise you they would work it out. Eternal piece would be achieved.

I know there are a lot of different opinions regarding Caitlyn. I will not be explaining in-depts what i think about her acr, because a) who cares and b) i like to see her go cray-cray. But like — why isnt anybody exept for Vi attempting to stop her??? Like why is Jayce mourning Victor's twink death instead of, yk, stopping his childhood-best-friend-kinda-younger-sister from killing ppl of Zaun, the last thing Victor wants btw? She and Vi are twenty-ish — WHYYYY are they going through it by themselves??? Why doesnt baby yoda guy with German name that i dont dare to write trying to stop the daughtrer of his ex-collegue? He is 600 or something, im sure he could've come up with advice.

Cait pointing her gun at a child is terrifying, it opens up the possibilities of her going even more blinded with anger, doing even more horrific things, and Vi is right to try and stop her. However... I know damn right i would've believe her when she said she will not miss 😭 Every single time she fired her gun she was very precise. Even in that scene she aimed at the gun the girl was holding like two seconds ago and got a perfect. fucking. score. Like i dont remember her missing at all, actually.

"Ohhhhh you're gonnnaaa haaaaaattteeee Maddie after act two—" says who? On that note, i hope both Cait AND Vi will sleep with a few random people. Good for them. Let them try to forget about each other only to realise just how down bad they are for one another. Let the scenes of Cait and Maddie hooking up intertwine with Vi's one night stand.

"Maddie is just gonna be a victim of comander Cait :(((" and i do not have any thing to say to that — we dont yet KNOW what will happen — but I dont think Cait will try to manipulate her into this. I think Maddie will flirt a bit, Cait will try and seek salvage and vulnerability in someone, especially since she is now constantly in public's eye and needs to project hope™ and stoicism™. It will be a genuine attempt to move on — not anybody's fault she can't.

But oh god, oh goooddd i cant wait for Maddie to loose the spark in her eyes due to lesbian situationship.

[vesora]

is law of assumption real? yeah

i have come across an individual vilifying the loa community and i find their statements kinda funny and stupid but i love having my beliefs challenged bc i can know why i believe in this. please also read my response to this other girl who thought loa ppl were crazy. it is ok to think if it’s crazy. ur welcome to criticize it. also, i am using aesthetic pictures bc of my ocd, i need things to be divided.

this is for the people who want to listen whether LOA is real from MY perspective:

firstly, i was primed for law of assumption from a young age. this means that i experienced many and i mean MANY spiritual things from a young age. i saw spirits (not hallucinations, it was my dead grandma who i had never seen and i described her down to her ring to my dad and he started crying because it was her), started speaking french at random points without ever having consciously learned the language, heard random piano compositions in my ear which i had never heard before, had visions which protected me/warned me about the future/informed me about the future and many manyyy more things. this proves to me the power of the subconscious mind.

the difference between someone who was born with their third eye awakened versus someone who has no spiritual experiences + is not open-minded to it, is that they will view spiritual phenomena from a materialistic practical sense.

this is saddening, because humans before being impacted by materialism were so spiritual and we were the ones who created the pyramids and all the structures you see on earth. we did that.

anyways,

is it real?

my opinion: yes. 

no i am not in a cult waiting to pounce on the next vulnerable piece of meat. in fact, my future career is removing people out of cults and helping trafficking victims but anyways.

i have manifested things far beyond logic. you know how and why? because manifestation is the most basic human trait. and awakening to the fact that you are the creator of your reality is the most liberating amazing feeling and practice. i manifested one of my dying cats becoming free of cancer. that is not luck. that is manifestation. i manifested bad circumstances away. not luck, manifestation. i manifested all my exes leaving me the SAME way because i had assumed they would. not a coincidence, manifestation. there is definitely a lot we don’t know about the universe. i can’t say with certainty that all things are attributed to us which is also why i hate any form of victim blaming. but one thing is for sure is that humans have more control over our lives than we think. we don’t need a divine presence outside of us to dictate us the circumstances in OUR lives.

also, law of assumption is not law of attraction. law of attraction is “AHHH DONT THINK BAD THOUGHTS OR U WILL GET BAD JUJU” very fear-based, also seen in dogmatic religions. law of assumption uses a CBT based approach to change assumptions and therefore, influence reality. you have every right to not believe in this and even chastise me for it, i understand. however, i know this is real for me.

i was a victim of many racist attacks, however, as soon as i decided that the outside world is safe for me, i never had ONE negative experience. is this a coincidence? not for me, no. this is a human taking control of their life. this is a human not bound by societal expectations and leaning into divine energy and expressing the truest essence of one’s self. i am not blaming myself for being a victim, it is the racist’s fault. i am not blaming other victims, it is the perpetrators’ fault. however, if there is any fucking chance i can help a victim, i will take it, i do NOT care.

things i manifested regarding other people towards me:

1. no more racism towards me, family and friends.

2. parents being emotionally available with me

3. my friends expressing affection the way i want them to

4. my mum making me the exact food i visualised many times

5. my professor saying the exact words to me as i visualised

6. my friends saying to me the exact words i visualised

7. this guy flirting with me out of nowhere because i visualised it

8. and many more stuff this shit is too easy so

maybe i feel this strongly because i am a fighter for the working class. my main goal in life is to help liberate all oppressed people. if there is any chance that it can be done by mind, i would take it. would you not? would you not help people by the means you have helped yourself?

how can you so strongly and with such conviction without ever practising the law come to a conclusion that is a harmful new age ideology when the maxim prevalent in so many esoteric practices (yes, non-white too) have preached that reality is made by the mind? will we ignore the science behind it too? will we ignore the cia declassified documents? will we ignore ancient accounts of reality shifting? will we ignore hermes trismegistus? will we ignore rumi? will we ignore plato? 

you can ignore this. i won’t, however. this is the liberation of the human soul. having said this, anyone is welcome to criticise the LOA community, look at us as vultures, think we are crazy. i value all opinions (even if they’re wrong HAHA sorry). 

how is loa different from dogmatic religion?

well for one, there is evidence for conscious manifestation (e.g. dr joe dispenza’s books). i personally do not like religion. i have religious trauma so if you are religious, id advise you to not read this section. abrahamic religion is based on fear to oppress minorities, trap human potential and it also makes you rely on luck and wishful thinking (this view is only if the holy books were to be taken in the literal sense and abused by ministers etc) whereas the human is able to decide its own fate. law of assumption liberates the human by putting the human from an us vs them view to an us AND them view, meaning everyone is one and the same. this is not a christian thing, this is a well documented thing featured in asian philosophy. consciousness is the thing that unites us all. it is within you and it is within me. religion (abrahamic) forces you to look at the people who are not like you, aka dont believe what you do, as these other creatures who have defied the will of God and ahhh will face wrath. LOA instead empowers the individual and promotes free will. i understand if you think this is dangerous, the woo-woo stuff, just dont practise it.

how is loa not a cult?

loa CAN be misused in a cult but on its own it is not a cult. no one in the loa community is forcing the individual to join this practice which lowkey is just manifestation. however, i get your concerns and i advise you to read this reply: x

i wish i took pics of my cat when she was sick so i could provide u guys evidence but of course i didnt take any pics.

anyone is welcome to leave. anyone is welcome to adjust loa to their lives the way they see fit.

the void state

i doubt that so many people are lying about manifesting in the void state. i do think it’s not a big deal but i definitely don’t think it’s fake. besides, whats the harm in trying?

thing is right, if you are not garnering results or whatever, u dont need to stay. i stayed regardless of whether i manifested my shit instantly or not (which in the beginning was hard for me) because i believed in the philosophy, it resonated with me and it didn’t make me alienate my fellow man. however, if you feel you have a chance of being manipulated here or idk what, don’t join this practice. seriously, it’s okay. i am not being sarcastic or anything, because you are welcome to stay or leave. you are welcome to compliment me or insult me. i will love you either way for you are my fellow man.

also this is so random and a general thing but only psychoanalytic/psychodynamic psychologists use the subconsciously thing.

[spacedlexi]

I’ve been thinking abt this recently, relating to Violet’s arc when you don’t save her, and wanted to see thoughts as you posted about her relationship with Minerva.

I don’t think it’s crazy for me to headcanon that in 403 when the bomb explodes, Minerva actually abandons Violet prior to it occurring (maybe being drawn by AJ’s gunshot depending on your choice??), because it makes absolutely no sense for them to go “stop the bomb” and then only one of them is burnt to shit. An explosion from such a close distance would’ve logically left both of them at least mildly burnt.

It makes more sense for Minerva to be totally fine in the kidnapped Louis route, but in the Violet route, I can’t help but feel like Violet saying “Where’s Minnie?” with such frustration when she shows up on the beach is due to something occurring.

But knowing Skybound and Telltale, they probably just forgot how explosions work.

LMAO 💀 at that last sentence BUT YES i do at least agree that something had to have happened between them during the explosion but its been hard to figure out exactly what that couldve been 🤔

but jokes aside lets try to give the writers some credit. if vi was so horribly scarred WHY wasnt minnie harmed as well if they were supposedly together? i think its a fair question to ask. especially since in 404 minnie and vi are completely separated with minnie already on the beach and vi struggling to get to shore by herself (burned and blinded 😭). and her "WHERE IS SHE??" does sound pretty furious (and atp she regrets what she did on the boat and tries to apologize to clem a minute later so why would her anger be directed at clem and louis?). we know minnie sacrificed sophie to save herself so why would it be so hard to believe she did the same to vi in the explosion? or did vi possibly try to protect her? or both?? minnie lets vi take the brunt of the hit for her and then leaves her?? i cant imagine minnie giving up on trying to stop the bomb either since shes delta now and definitely wouldnt want the boat to explode. and youd think minnie would be leading the way since kidnapped vi was in a cell the whole time. vi says they headed to the boiler room together to try to stop it but then it seems like everything just kinda went black 💣💥

but if minnie didnt abandon vi before the explosion, why wasnt minnie near vi in the water post-explosion? minnie had to have left vi alone and vulnerable at some point in all of this and we know how vi feels about being abandoned... minnie is more focused on trying to save the remaining delta and doesnt seem to have even tried looking for vi if they Were separated by the blast (and if they were together when the bomb went off (which vi says they were) minnie wouldve known vi was caught in the blast, but it doesnt seem like she cares)

violet being violet i do think shes still also worried about minnie on some level because her whole thing is being the "protector" of the group and her feelings towards minnie are (as she later admits) Very messed up atm (shes always just wanted to save her). where saved violet recognizes minnie has chosen the delta in 403, i think here on the beach is where kidnapped vi is forced to accept it, and she realizes who it is she can Truly rely on instead

[toaster-boi]

i keep seeing criticism of Armored Core VI in terms of the difficulty and...i just don't get it???

maybe it's because i've played so many fighter jet games (Ace Combat, Project Wingman, War Thunder) that i'm used to the idea of always being on the move, changing directions to dodge attacks? (Japanese mecha are conceptually closer to fighter jets, while more Western mechs resemble tanks, after all)

plus, i've never been one to "main" anything in a shooter game, so completely reworking loadouts based on circumstance is just kinda second nature?

i guess it's just that the game is meant to have a very specific vibe to it, and people are disappointed that it isn't what they expected?

although seriously how is the tutorial boss so hard for people it's a HELICOPTER. you MOVE when it shoots at you??? you know, to dodge the missiles by moving at several hundreds of kilometers per hour??? you use the PLENTIFUL hard cover, like in any other shooter game??????? it has a MASSIVE attack deadzone directly underneath it??? also, i've played enough War Thunder to know how vulnerable aircraft are to melee attacks. in other words, skill issue (half-joking)

[nickeverdeen]

Hey, can I please have a romantic and platonic Arcane matchup?

I'm a girl (she / her pronouns), and I'm sapphic.

My favorite artist is Ado, and my favorite songs are Readymade, The ballad of Sara Berry, and Dead girl walking.

In my free time I like to draw, sing, play videogames (my favorites are Stardew valley and genshin impact), sew, write, and bake.

In school I'm a biotechnology major, and a chemistry minor, outside of school I go to voice lessons, and aerial silks classes.

I'm rather shy and anxious when it comes to social interactions, but when I trust and get along with someone I open up rather quickly, but I have a hard time actually talking to and trusting people because I was bullied (twice) when I was younger.

I can be quite emotional sometimes.

My favorite shows are Arcane, Catlevania, and Chainsaw man.

My favorite animal is cats, and I have two: a tabby 6 years old cat named Tori, and an orange 1 year old cat named Sunny, and I love them to death.

I can also be kinda stubborn, and I definitely have some anger issues, but I mostly let it out in private.

When it comes to my style I'm definitely more feminine.

I'm 5'0, light skinned, have green eyes, medium length brown curly hair.

My MBTI is infp, and my zodiac sign is a cancer.

I'm kinda awkward when I have to write about myself so I'm sorry if this is a bit scattered.

Have a great day.

Your romantic Arcane match is…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn would be incredibly supportive of your artistic talents

Whether you’re drawing, singing, or writing, she’d be there to encourage and admire your work

Caitlyn’s calm and collected demeanor would help soothe your anxiety and make you feel more at ease in social situations

She’d love spending time with you baking or playing video games like Stardew Valley, appreciating the peacefulness of these activities

She’s not a great baker so she’d mainly be a taste chef or passing you things

Caitlyn would understand your past bullying experiences and be patient in building trust, always offering a listening ear and gentle reassurance

Your voice lessons and aerial silks classes would intrigue her, and she’d love to watch your performances, cheering you on with genuine enthusiasm

Caitlyn’s empathetic nature would make her a great shoulder to cry on when you’re feeling emotional, providing comfort and understanding

She’d adore your cats, Tori and Sunny, and often bring them treats and toys

Trust me she’s a cat person

Your biotechnology major and chemistry minor would fascinate her, leading to many deep, intellectually stimulating conversations

Caitlyn would plan elegant dates that match your feminine style, such as a fancy dinner or a night at the opera

She’d help you manage your anger issues with patience and kindness, offering constructive ways to channel your emotions

Your shared love for shows would give you both plenty to discuss and bond over

Caitlyn would encourage your personal growth and self-confidence, helping you become more comfortable and secure in your own skin

Caitlyn’s protective nature would make you feel safe and cherished, knowing she always has your back

She’d appreciate your feminine style and often compliment your appearance, making you feel beautiful and appreciated

And you are

Caitlyn would love both your strength and vulnerability, seeing you as a multifaceted, incredible person

She’d be a patient listener, always ready to hear about your day

Your platonic Arcane match is…

Vi (Violet)

Vi would be fiercely protective of you, making sure no one ever hurts you again like the bullies did

She’d love to join you in active hobbies like aerial silks, appreciating the physical challenge and fun

She’s an amazing gaming buddy

Vi would enjoy playing video games with you, especially ones like Genshin Impact where you can team up and strategize together

She also likes more agressive ones, but respects your wishes about not so agressive ones

She’d be a great listener when you need to vent about your emotions or anger, offering understanding and solidarity

Vi would encourage your creative pursuits, always eager to see your latest drawing or hear your new song

She’d get along great with your cats, often coming over just to spend time with them and you

Although she’s more of a dog person so she wouldn’t get so good along with them like Caitlyn, but she’s trying

Your mutual love for shows like Chainsaw Man would lead to many discussions and bonding moments

Vi would love to see you bake, enjoying the process and, of course, the tasty results

She’d be fascinated by your biotechnology and chemistry knowledge, asking questions and showing genuine interest

She’d give up as soon as she’d realize that she doesn’t understand shit, though

Vi would be a fun and supportive shopping friend, helping you find the best thrift deals and unique pieces

Vi would be your emotional anchor, offering strength and stability when you need it most