#I’m serious btw

[therabbitthatpostthings]

I'm coping. No beta, we will unpack the emotions Arcane put me through over the last 24 hours. TW: brief sui ideation/attempt. I imagine the Reader (along with Sky) came to Piltover and thus is closer to Sky than Viktor and Jayce but still grew up with Viktor and Sky. (Masterlist)

When the council building was struck, you were at home, unaware Viktor was among the wreckage.

When Jayce's body gave out from exhaustion, you stayed by Viktor's side and studied the Hextech.

When Viktor left, you ran after him, promising Jayce you would watch over him. Viktor protested but you followed anyway.

You helped the Undercity people, your people.

When Jayce attacked Viktor, deep in your heart you already knew he was gone but that didn't stop the heartbreak as you and Jayce fled from Ambessa and her army.

When Jayce asked you to flee, you stood your ground to help the fight against Ambessa.

When all hope was lost, you truly believed Viktor wad still in there and you would all be together again.

What a lie that was.

The cold ocean breeze brushes against you as you stand on the Bridge of Progress. You felt awful for resigning the way you did, especially with a Zaunite like you on the council now. From the rumours you heard Sevika seemed like a capable leader. You don't remember much from your time in the Undercity, you left before Silco took over. You finished your work and left behind that grand hall.

Where Hextech was born.

Where the dreams of poor little kids like you, Viktor and Sky seemed to be feasible.

That was a long time ago.

So now here You are. On this awful bridge deciding if you should go back to your apartment and hope your familial home is accessible. Both were filled with memories you couldn't shake off. Of simpler times, running up and down the halls with new ideas buzzing around faster than any of you could keep up with. Of late night studying and innovations. Of those late summers of your childhood, playing in the streets. Watching the boats disappear from the harbour. Traversing the metal jungle of the Undercity.

There was always another option. You stared into the deep dark abyss of the water below you. The thought crossed your mind more and more these days. You knew deep down, Viktor and Sky were suited for this city. Once Jayce came along, you faded into the story, another nameless face, a background character in the tale of Hextech. But Hextech is gone. Jayce and Viktor and Sky are gone. What is the point of staying around? Not even important enough to be an afterthought. The only people around to miss you were gone.

Your hand gripped the metal bars. In one one motion you swung your leg over. You bag swung heavily with you and banged against your side as it slipped off your shoulder and into the water below. You cursed at yourself. Of course you would manage to lose your bag in an emotional fit.

Defeated and embarrassed you climbed back over the railing. About to walk away you hear a ticking noise. There in the water, leaving a trail of wet newspaper and tape was a little metal boat.

Viktor's metal boat.

It ticked for another second and then it started to move. With a newfound urgency you rushed to the edge of the bridge! You leaped over the fence and down the slippery beams to reached the harbour underneath. Feet pounding against the concrete to reach the unstoppable little boat. It can't leave! Not Viktor's boat! Not the thing that inspired you all those years ago. Viktor's boat can't leave, you can't lose anymore!

Cruelly, the boat continued on the water. Moving farther and farther from the harbour. You legs felt heavy. Kneed battered against the concrete as you couldn't push yourself to go any further. That little boat, unshaken sailed out farther form your view.

"N-No... please... come back..."

Why? Why did it leave? How did even start up?! You never turned the key! How could it start up?! How could it leave?! How did the boat leave?! Was there even anything you could have done to save them?!

Them...

And you couldn't hold it back anymore. You screamed and sobbed into the night, uncaring of who would hear you. Fist pounding on the concrete. The anger and pain had all boiled up to the surface. How could they leave you? How could they be consumed by the Arcane? Why are you the one who remains. The afterthought, the helper, the one who gets the coffee, the one who no one even remembers. Why must you remain when the you people you held dear have all died?! How is this fair? How is this right?

Why, when everyone has found the strength to move forward, You stay behind.

Your painful wails slowly hushed as another frigid breeze blew off the water. Something small, crawling and alive land by your enclosed fist. You jerked back in shock only to see, unbothered and unafraid was a butterfly. It's white wings gleamed with a perlerscent shimmer. The butterfly fluttered from your fist and to the guard rail ahead of you. Shakily you made your way to it.

Just past it was the boat, still wading in the water, as the sunset poked from behind the clouds. The beams danced across the water, as if inviting the little boat closer to it. And it did. It rode the sunlight off into the horizon and was gone.

As if on cue, the butterfly once again flew onto your tightened fist. You felt like you understood the little creature. "Is this what you wanted me to see?"

It flittered its wings, fully opening for you look at the looping patterns, spirals swirling inside themselves. "Right, I think I understand now. Thank you, Viktor."

The butterfly fluttered away, taking that sense of unease and dread away with it.

You'll grieve for tonight. Tomorrow is a new day.

I meant for this to be a ViktorxReader but it turned into "Reader has spent the last couple years along side Viktor and Jayce and considers them both great friends and is close friends and colleagues with Sky, considering them all to be very precious to them", in case your wondering why the Viktor part seems a little light in this. Lowkey kinda hate the borders they’ll do for now.

[weevil-mastermind]

Sometimes I think about how Donald Trump would be ten times more dangerous if he hadn’t said that shit about McCain.

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I’m actually excited to be rooming w a white person because they really do know how to make an apt a home

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enough dick pics. send me a video of you peeing

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Word on the street is Rob is in Austin to support Glenn’s movie and they’re out for dinner together at a fancy restaurant…

[fefairys]

do u guys have any criticisms of our comic so far? we get a lot of praise and that’s appreciated but i’m dying to know if there’s anything you dislike about it. not the visuals i mean like the writing the characters and stuff like that. i feel like people r holding back to be nice lol well also because we say we don’t want criticism since we’re just writing it for ourselves but i wanna know what people think

[jokerislandgirl32]

🐸 Zach Varmitech Photoset: Aqua Frog 🐸

Okay, admittedly I am a huge Zach fan, I love this jerk. But I can’t STAND him in this episode. Even I was glad when his evil plot was foiled. Him dumping his filth into the water just got to me so bad.

[ellrond]

what is it about elrond that attracts wlw to his cause I’ve never seen a straight woman go bananas for him. but sapphics? he’s a fuckin god

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self care is going through the “dianic wicca” tag and blocking all of the radfems❤️❤️

[bruisedboys]

Firefighter James is illegal

I agree!!!!! but like. illegal in a good way. (you guys should def send in firefighter!james requests if you have any 😁🤭)

[dimas-favorite]

Castlevania: Circle of the Moon not being canon is horseshit because Nathan is most likely of Belmont descent - either his mother was a Belmont or he is at least distantly related. The fact that he was able to seal Dracula at all is proof to me, along with the song during the Dracula fight being freaking called “PROOF OF BLOOD”. Konami can fight me in the Denny’s parking lot after midnight. FITE ME.

TL;DR- Nathan Graves is somehow related to the Belmont family and deserves to be a canon protagonist.

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one of my horrors today was having a physical therapy tech as my substitute therapist. not because he was bad at his job (reading off exercises as i did them in the pool) but because i had to listen to him talk about serving and LDS/mormon mission in new zealand. i asked he had any luck (converting people) and he said no. he mostly did service projects. so next time some missionaries come knocking at your door and you have a strong stomach, don’t turn them away immediately. ask them to do manual labor for you

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hey guys if you’re planning on making a vaguepost on the dashboard can you message me with the details and some of the lore behind the vague post you’re making. a vaguepost for the dash and a detailedpost for me. because i like to know what’s going on. if you do this i will automatically take your side because you’ve done the right thing by letting me know what’s up. thanks in advance ❤️

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

I need to see some nasty zombie OC designs. Characters that look like they literally smell like death, guys that make my stomach drop and my blood run cold for a second because oh shit that looks a lot like an actual corpse, the creator of this guy has done their homework.

I like green/gray dudes with open bloody wounds just fine of course, I love zombies in general, but I don’t know if I’ve seen any more realistic designs that weren’t from, like, video games or movies.