#Vi is a silly goose

[still-talking-to-ghosts]

Dirt Under Your Nails

My friends, "I'm the dirt under your nails" is not Vi saying she is in any way less than or a nuisance to Caitlyn. It's the same as Jinx's "I'm always with ya, sis." It's "one flesh, one end," if you will. Vi is saying that she is tied to Cait in a way that can never be severed, no matter what has or will come between them. They have impacted each other in ways that can never be scraped or washed away, just like every other tragically intertwined relationship we see in the show. It's Jinx/Powder and Vi orienting their entire lives around their connection to the other, even when they haven't seen each other in years, even if they think the other is dead. It's Vander working for a better world for Felicia's children even after she's gone, or Silco styling Jinx's hair the same way as her mother's. It's Mel loving and hating and becoming her mother even as she is finding her own path away from her. It's Jayce being most motivated to advance Hextech for Victor's sake and then destroying it with him, to save him again. It's Ekko painting a mural of Powder thinking she's gone forever, only to leave an alternate version of her because he needs to save her as Jinx, too. It's Jinx decorating her space with mementos of everyone she's ever loved and is haunted by. It's Warwick/Vander recognizing his daughters again and again. It's a record spinning around and around with the faces of two people who will always be part of the same song. "You can't take loved away."

Arcane is a show about many things, and one of them is the beauty and horrors of love, whether it's in found family or blood family or romance. Vi is acknowledging this indelible tether to Caitlin, and also declaring that she is going to be intentional about it. They have both lost so much, even each other, in the past. Vi is essentially promising that she is always going to stay.

[brblovin]

vis telimus i am so fond of u. my favorite lying liar who lies

[whatever-vi-is-thinking]

how many aura points do i lose if i delete my posts with zero notes be honest

[bjlipss]

— bug, part v.

contents: college!sukuna x weird!reader. weird as in just odd and confusing behaviour but nonetheless cute, nothing pervy-weird. reader wears glasses because yes. really awkward and silly hehe. also there is a use of “girlfriend” in here so ig fem reader should be mentioned.

part iv <- part v -> part vi

you are both in the library.

not because either of you are studying. not really.

you’re curled up in one of the weird, saggy armchairs near the back—hoodie too big, socked feet tucked under you, notebook propped awkwardly on your knees. you’re not even pretending to do anything academic. your textbook’s open on the table beside you, forgotten, while you scribble doodles into the margins of your notes like it’s a commissioned masterpiece.

there’s a frog with a sword. a duck in sunglasses. something that might be a hedgehog in a cape.

you’re also humming. low and wandering. not a tune he recognizes, and maybe you don’t either—you keep shifting the melody halfway through, then giggling softly to yourself like your brain changed channels mid-song.

sukuna’s sitting across from you, textbook cracked open on his lap, posture loose and lazy like he’s got all the time in the world. and technically, he does. he’s already skimmed the chapter. already skimmed the quiz. already skimmed three possible excuses to ditch group work next week.

but he’s not looking at the page.

he’s watching you.

he doesn’t even realize it at first—how long he’s been staring. how quiet he’s gotten.

your hair’s a mess. your glasses keep slipping down your nose. you’ve chewed halfway through your pen cap, and your shoelaces are still untied from this morning. and you’re not even trying to be quiet—just softly off in your own world, like it never occurs to you to shrink yourself down.

and somehow, he doesn’t want you to.

he glances down at his notes. blinks. tries to focus.

then looks at you again.

you’re drawing something new now. a little bat with cartoonishly huge eyes and a speech bubble that says “i crave blood and validation.”

his lips twitch before he can stop them.

you notice.

your gaze flicks up—quick, sharp. “what?”

his mouth opens.

and then he says, too fast, “you wanna come to my game?”

you blink.

“…what game?”

he clears his throat. suddenly, very interested in the pattern of the wood grain on the table.

“basketball. tomorrow night. we’re playing against southfield.”

you tilt your head, curious. “are they the ones with the scary mascot?”

“…it’s a goose.”

“yeah. terrifying.”

he huffs a laugh, soft and embarrassed. rubs the back of his neck. “you don’t have to or whatever. i just—figured you’d like it. it gets loud. chaotic. you like loud shit.”

you grin.

“okay.”

he blinks. “yeah?”

you nod. “i’ll bring a sign. and confetti. maybe a kazoo.”

he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “jesus. please don’t bring a kazoo.”

you lean forward, eyes bright. “you can’t stop me.”

he rolls his eyes, fighting a smile, and you go back to your doodles like he didn’t just invite you into his world a little bit. like it’s easy. like it means something.

—

the gym is packed. humid and echoey and full of noise.

the bleachers are overflowing. the ref’s whistle shrieks every two minutes. the other team’s fans are booing already, and someone spilled nachos on the court.

and you’re there.

front row. bouncing in your seat. wearing his hoodie—his actual hoodie, which he only lent you as a joke and immediately regretted because you looked so stupidly happy to wear it.

you wave when you see him jog out with his team, hands cupped around your mouth.

“GO SUKUNA! BREAK THEIR LEGS! OR RULES! OR BOTH!”

he snorts. tries not to smile. fails.

his teammates elbow him, whisper stuff, smirk, but he doesn’t care. not when you’re waving that crooked sign you made with sparkly markers and duct tape that says “#1 BASKETBALL MENACE” with what appears to be a drawing of him dunking a goose.

the game itself is rough. fast. brutal.

southfield’s team is good—long-legged and sharp-elbowed and fast on the rebounds—but sukuna’s better. faster. meaner. he scores three baskets in the second half alone. when he shoves past their point guard to land the final shot, the whole gym explodes.

they win by four points.

the whistle blows.

the crowd surges to its feet.

and then—before he can even breathe—you’re there.

you leap over the bleachers like it’s a war zone, stumbling slightly but recovering fast, and run straight to him across the court, absolutely beaming.

“THAT WAS AMAZING,” you shout, grabbing his arm with both hands. “you did that spinny jump thing! and then the swoosh! and then you yelled at the ref—oh my god, that was so hot—”

he blinks down at you, flushed and sweaty and grinning so wide his face might crack.

“you don’t know anything about basketball,” he points out, a little breathless.

you shake your head violently. “nope! not a clue!”

“you just called a layup a ‘spinny jump thing.’”

“yeah! and it was the coolest shit i’ve ever seen!”

he laughs. actually laughs. the sound cracks right out of him—bright and sharp and real. and you’re still holding his arm, squeezing it like it’s the only thing anchoring you.

he hesitates.

then says, quiet, “you wanna come over later?”

you blink. “like. to your dorm?”

“i can… tell you about the game. the rules. what the spinny jump thing’s actually called.”

you light up like he just offered you front-row seats to the moon.

“yes. absolutely. teach me all the ball lore.”

he snorts. “never say that again.”

“no promises.”

and then you’re walking beside him through the crowd, still rambling, still glowing, and he can’t help it—his hand reaches up, gentle and automatic, to push your glasses up your nose where they’ve slid halfway down again.

you blink, startled.

then beam at him.

and he reaches up again—this time to ruffle your hair, fingers combing through the mess like it’s something he’s allowed to touch.

you lean into it without thinking.

and somewhere in the blur of noise and sweat and laughter, he realizes:

you’re his favorite win tonight.

—

his dorm isn’t as much of a mess as you expected.

a little cluttered, yeah—hoodies draped over his desk chair, empty water bottles on the windowsill, a pair of sneakers half-kicked under the bed—but it smells clean. woodsy. like laundry detergent and something sharp underneath that’s just him.

you step inside, slow and curious, still holding the bag of vending machine snacks he insisted you didn’t need to bring.

“so this is the lair of the basketball menace,” you hum, peeking at his bookshelf. “i expected more… chaos. broken trophies. claw marks on the wall.”

he snorts, toeing the door shut behind you. “those are in my evil backup dorm.”

“ah. the one in hell.”

he chuckles, shaking his head, and crosses the room to yank a hoodie off his desk chair and toss it onto his bed. you settle into the chair without waiting for permission, crossing your legs and tearing open a packet of sour candy.

he raises an eyebrow. “that’s my chair.”

you grin. “i’m your guest. this is diplomacy.”

he doesn’t argue—just walks over and sits on the bed instead, close enough that your knees brush against his when he leans forward to grab a bottle of water.

“so,” you say, mouth full of sugar, “tell me the basketball secrets. what was that thing where you jumped like a frog and then spun like a gremlin and then landed like a swan?”

he stares at you.

“…a layup.”

“bless you.”

he huffs a laugh, dropping his head into his hands for a second like he needs to gather strength. “okay. alright. lesson one: do not describe sports like they’re cryptid mating rituals.”

“but that’s my only frame of reference.”

he throws a piece of candy at you. you catch it in your mouth with a triumphant squeak.

“focus,” he says, pointing a finger at you. “basketball. it’s about coordination. spacing. control. and momentum. you don’t just run around like an idiot trying to get the ball in.”

you tilt your head. “so it’s like murder chess. but fast.”

“jesus christ.”

“you’re doing great.”

he glares. but it’s a soft glare, the kind he aims at you more often now. like he’s not really mad. like he doesn’t know how to be.

he shifts on the bed, legs stretching out a little, one knee knocking gently against yours again.

you don’t move away.

“okay,” he says, quieter this time. “you saw when i blocked that guy at the end, right? that’s called a charge. you plant your feet, and if they run into you, it’s a foul on them.”

“ohh,” you nod, thoughtful. “so you baited him.”

“kind of.”

“like psychological warfare.”

he sighs. “sure.”

“can you teach me that?”

he looks up. “what?”

“the foot thing. the standing-your-ground move.” you gesture vaguely with your half-empty candy bag. “i’d like to charge people in my life. for crimes.”

“you’d fall over.”

“not if you believe in me.”

he laughs again—more like a puff of breath this time, shaking his head like he’s trying to hide how fond it sounds.

“i’ll teach you,” he mutters.

you beam.

for a moment, the room goes quiet—soft and buzzing and still. the lights are dim. the windows cracked open. your socked foot nudges against his again, deliberate this time, and he doesn’t pull away.

he watches you—really watches you. the way your glasses have slid halfway down your nose again. the way your hoodie sleeves have swallowed your hands. the way your smile hasn’t left since the moment you walked in.

“you’re happy,” he says quietly.

you blink. glance up at him. “of course i’m happy.”

“…why?”

you look at him like it’s obvious.

“because you invited me.”

he opens his mouth. closes it.

because he’s not used to that answer.

not used to people being happy just to be where he is. not without expecting something back. not without reading into it. not without laughing or pushing or prying.

you twist around in the chair a little, knee brushing his again, closer this time. “also, i got to yell about your legs in public, so. that was cathartic.”

he groans.

you laugh.

and then—softly, almost like you don’t realize you’re doing it—you reach forward. one hand, hesitant, rising to brush at his forehead, where it’s still a little damp with cool sweat. your fingers graze his temple.

“you’re sweaty,” you murmur, nose wrinkling.

he raises an eyebrow. “you ran to me.”

“yeah, because you were dazzling. like a sports anime protagonist.”

he laughs, quiet and helpless.

and then he reaches out, just as softly, and pushes your glasses up again where they’ve started to slip.

your breath catches.

and his hand lingers—just for a second—his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek.

then he pulls away.

you don’t say anything.

you just smile again—smaller this time, softer. and then you fold yourself into the chair, arms wrapped around your knees, and mumble, “i like it here.”

he leans back on his palms, still watching you. cute, his mind screams, as you spin around like a little kid.

—

it starts normal.

as normal as anything gets with you, anyway.

you’re flopped sideways on his bed like you live there, half under his blanket even though you insisted you weren’t cold. the game’s playing on his laptop, volume low, light flickering against the walls. he’s sitting beside you, legs on the floor, back to the edge of the mattress, trying to explain what a pick and roll is without dying of secondhand embarrassment.

you are, predictably, not paying attention.

“what if,” you murmur, chewing on a piece of candy you found in your pocket, “instead of doing basketball, they just kissed in the middle of the court?”

he doesn’t turn around. “they’d get fouled.”

“for passion?”

“for being weird.”

“bold of you to assume that wouldn’t raise morale.”

he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face.

and then your fingers find his hair.

slow. absent. like you didn’t mean to. like your hand just drifted down from the blanket and landed there, right against the back of his head, where his hair’s still a little messy from earlier.

you comb your fingers through it once. twice.

and then you go still.

he does, too.

his mouth goes dry. his heartbeat spikes.

you’ve touched him before—high fives, shoulder bumps, the flower behind the ear thing, even his hair a bit ago—but this is different. slower. deliberate. intimate.

and worse—you don’t move.

“you okay?” he says, voice too low, too tight.

“…mhm.”

he swears he can hear your smile.

and then, as if that wasn’t enough, you shift. twist around. and lean into him from behind—your chin resting right at the curve of his shoulder, your weight warm against his back, like you’ve done this a hundred times before.

he straightens like he’s been electrocuted.

you don’t even flinch. just murmur, “comfy,” like that explains it.

his whole body’s locked up. tense. pulsing. his brain’s screaming at him to move, to shake you off, to tell you you’re invading his space and messing with his head and ruining him—but—

but you’re so soft.

and warm.

and he can feel your breath against his neck, feel the weight of you slouched against his back like you trust him enough to fall asleep there.

his hands curl into fists.

“…this is illegal,” he mutters.

“mm?” your voice is all syrup.

“this is a crime.”

you hum, noncommittal. “you’re warm.”

he covers his face with both hands. “you’re going to kill me.”

you don’t answer.

and when he turns, just slightly, he realizes—

you’re already asleep.

your face tucked into the crook of his shoulder. your glasses slipping crookedly down your nose. your breathing slow and steady and peaceful, like you didn’t just turn his entire bloodstream into static and curl up on him like a goddamn cat.

he exhales, long and quiet.

his hands hover awkwardly in the air for a second—unsure, unsteady—and then he reaches up and gently adjusts your glasses, sliding them off and placing them on the nightstand with shaking fingers.

then, hesitantly, he leans back into the bed. just a little. just enough so you’re not tilted.

just enough that you stay.

and he stares at the screen, watching the players run back and forth, hearing the echo of your earlier nonsense—

they should kiss for morale.

—and he lets out a breathless, silent laugh.

then slowly, very carefully, he lets his head tilt back against yours.

—

you wake up before he does.

not on purpose.

you’re just used to strange hours and uneven sleep, and the light coming in through his blinds is warm and gold and soft on your face. you shift a little, nose scrunching, and when you register the steady, heavy rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, you freeze.

oh.

you’re still curled up on him.

very much wrapped around him.

very much drooling on the shoulder of his hoodie.

you lift your head slowly, blinking blearily. his arms are crossed over his chest, his jaw tilted slightly to the side, his brows a little furrowed even in sleep. like he’s suspicious in his dreams. his hair’s messy again, spiked worse than yesterday, one piece sticking up at an impossible angle.

he looks unfairly good.

annoying.

you shift again, trying not to wake him, and nearly fall backwards off the bed.

his hand shoots out, grabs your wrist without opening his eyes.

“don’t,” he mumbles.

you blink.

“…don’t what?”

“fall off and die. s’too early.”

your mouth twitches.

“oh? you care?” you whisper dramatically.

he grunts. doesn’t answer.

you scoot closer again, pressing your cheek back to his chest with a little huff. “you’re grumpy in the morning.”

“you never shut up,” he mutters.

“mm, false,” you say cheerfully. “i’m just excited to be alive.”

he groans.

you go quiet for a minute. a soft kind of quiet, like the hush after a snowstorm. the game on the laptop has long since ended. the blanket’s mostly fallen to the floor. everything feels slow and syrupy and safe.

you poke his arm.

he doesn’t react.

you poke it again. harder.

“i know you’re awake,” you sing.

no response.

“sukunaaaaa.”

nothing.

“sukunaaa, do you want to hear about my dream?”

his eyes crack open just enough to glare at you. “if it involves centipedes again, i’m leaving the country.”

you gasp. “how dare— it was butterflies this time, thank you very much. and one of them had your face.”

he blinks at you.

“…what the fuck.”

you grin.

he sighs, long-suffering, but there’s the faintest curl of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. like he’s trying to be annoyed. like he wants to be annoyed. but he can’t, not really. not when you’re looking at him like that. like he hung the sun. like this little morning moment matters.

“…hey,” you murmur, suddenly a little shy. “thanks for letting me stay. i didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

he stares at you. your sleep-mussed hair. your socked feet dangling over the side of the bed. the sleepy blush on your cheeks.

he reaches out. flicks you lightly between the eyes.

“you’re annoying,” he says. quiet. fond.

you beam. “you love it.”

he doesn’t answer.

he doesn’t have to.

because a second later, you’re back under the blanket again, leaning into his side like it’s the most natural thing in the world—and he’s letting you, tucking you there with one arm, no complaints, no snide comments.

just soft breathing. and the sound of your heartbeat. and the golden hush of morning.

[avelera]

coming to u with another silly self indulgent question bc your reblog got me thinking…..do you think there was any way Jayce truly could’ve turned down the councilor position?

I’d need to rewatch the specifics of why he accepted to give an in depth answer, because I believe their backs were really to the wall with Hextech coming under fire because of the gem’s theft but…

Honestly, knowing Jayce??

If Viktor had asked him not to do it, he probably would have said no.

Heck if ANYONE he respected had told him not to, he would have said no.

The boy has a bad habit of saying yes to the last person he respects who asks him for something (and even those he doesn’t respect! Like Marcus for shutting down the bridge or Vi to raid the shimmer factory).

Seriously, the guy folds like wet tissue paper to literally anyone. A random goose asking nicely probably could have gotten him to turn down that Council seat.

[trrenchertrash]

Love your Meta! What do you make of Vi calling Cait by her nickname in that last scene? Distancing as a former of grief, maybe? Idk

I don’t think Cupcake is inherently distancing. It’s distancing only when Vi uses it to avoid calling her Cait (as in, “Don’t sugarcoat it, Cupcake”), because Cait is a much more intimate and serious nickname. Which is why Vi is using it almost exclusively in act 1. Caitlyn’s mom has just died, she’s drowning in her grief, there’s a certain gravity to the situation. And in this case, Vi is also using that intimacy as a means to comfort. But if you look at “Cait. She’s changed,” in e8, Vi is angry with Caitlyn when she says that, but she’s using Cait because she’s making an emotional appeal. She’s pleading, essentially, and she’s relying on Cait’s care for her to sway her the way Vi wants. She’s using the intimacy that comes with that name to strengthen her plea even though they’re on shaky ground.

But where Cait is intimate and serious, Cupcake is lighthearted and teasing, which is exactly what Vi is doing in that last scene. Notice the way her eyes narrow and she leans forward. It almost reminds me of “You’re hot, Cupcake,” but more downplayed, layered over with Vi’s own grief, though she’s trying. She’s essentially saying, you’re stuck with me just like you’re stuck cleaning up this mess you made. It’s cheeky. She might as well add a silly goose at the end, lol. But then, that’s what the Cupcake is for.

[viismyworld]

HIII i was wondering if u could write something fluffy and funny about modern!vi reacting to reader saying she has a fatty and/or slapping her ass cus idk i feel like that would be so funny and we all know she has a gyat

Took me a while to figure this out but here it is!

Vi x Reader Fluff_____ 

MINORS AND MEN DNI!!!🔞🔞🔞

Summary: fluffy fic where Reader acknowledges Vi's thickness lol (yk I like Vi body worship so it'll probably fall a little into that territory).

_____________________________________________

You and Vi were sitting together on the couch, minding yourselves, Vi going through her phone and you watching the TV, your feet propped up on the ottoman while she was sprawled out across your lap. Your hands rested on her butt, and as time went on you just started to get bored with whatever was on TV, turning your attention to your girlfriend. Or to her ass at least, since it was the first thing you saw when you looked down directly. You poked one of her cheeks, your thoughts coming right back around to how much you admired her figure. She turned to you with a smirk at the poke, suddenly feeling both index fingers poking at her butt playfully. She wiggled her ass playfully at the touches, giggling at your ridiculous actions. “What're you doing, you silly goose?” She quipped. Your hands drummed against her butt lightly. “Just noticing how fucking big your butt is.” Her eyes widened and her face flushed red, her playful, amused expression glued to her face at this point. “W-you think it's big?” “I think it's hot.” You grab a handful of her ass, round and firm in the shorts she was wearing. She wheezed at the comment, her face reddening even more. “Aaw, you shy about your big booty, Violet?” You tease her, swatting her cheeks lightly. She whines from behind her lips, “No…” she protested mockingly. “Just…haven't heard that one before I guess.” She wasn't particularly used to getting a lot of admiration, not in a way that wasn't aggressively given at least. Plus she was more notorious for her muscles than anything, so this quip was fairly new. “You're so cute~” you pat her butt again. “You and your butt.” She laughed again, trying to hide her blush. “You're ridiculous.” 

[calcified-fluorited]

arcane fandom for some reason: "you silly goose you just don't get it, it wasn't vi's death that made things peaceful, it was the lack of hextech!" Sorry but the class discrimination, exploitation, oppression, police brutality very much existed before hextech! it was not the explosion that made piltovians prejudiced, they were like that way before that

"but they saw that dead teen (vi) and it made them realise how awful it is to have conflict" be for real please. topside sees zaunites as animals

[ikeas-gayest-table]

How would silly goose Vi react to the scene where Haley pulls you out of the mine and scolds you? Would she be sad or guilty for worrying her girlfriend/wife?

YES ABSOLUTELY LMFAOAOAOOAOA i actually have a mod installed on my sdv (i play with so many mods its not even funny. let ME tailor my stardew experience) where she has this scene where she gets really worried and scolds you when you die and it makes me so sad

vi would definitely feel really guilty, probably for a few days afterwards, and she'll stay by haley's side and just make sure she knows she's not going anywhere :]

[starlightiing]

💌🫶

Send💌 for me to say one thing I love about you!

@bun-nuit

You are legitimately one of my favorite people in the whole wide world, on god, hand over heart, whatever you want me to do to prove it.

Your patience with me knows no bounds. Your warmth and kindness, even when I get panicky and finnicky and very difficult to deal with, is so appreciated and I am unendingly grateful for it and for you.

You are an amazing person, with a talent I can't even put into words. Your brain is one of the most creative spaces to ever exist. Your writing is groundbreaking and devastating (in the BEST way).

The way you let me wax poetic about MY ideas and help me develop them and talk to me about our favorite boys and put up with my unwarranted cardiophilia is fucking phenomenal. You actually seem genuinely excited to discuss my ideas, and to further them, and to discuss YOUR ideas, and to further THEM, and to just be silly about the vroom vroom boys in general.

You are funny, you are a good person, you have so much talent and potential in you and I love to fucking see it. I only ever wish good things for you. I see messages from you and I get legitimately EXCITED, heart rate up and EVERYTHING. Like I love talking to you!! I see you and I'm like OMG ITS VI!!!! Like when I type that in the server when you pop in places, I'm not just being friendly, that's my actual reaction. I say it out loud too most of the time ahaha. Pathetic? Probably. But really I just love you a lot.

I am truly honored and humbled and grateful to have you as my friend. Your presence in my life has beyond brightened it - it's warmed it, and consoled it, and made it an overall better experience. I will platonically friend marry you until the end of time (if you'll have me, I'll get down on one knee as well).

Thank you for everything you do. You may not realize how wonderful you are, but I am here to tell you over and over if I have to. You amaze me and I am a lucky duck (or goose? wink wink) that you are here with me. Thank you thank you thank you, I love you, you are amazing.

[cordycepsbian]

hihihigihi uhh

can you name some of your ocs?-

haven't seen much of any i dont thingk. or maybe i just am blind

that's fair we don't have our toyhouse linked anywhere and that only has a fraction of our ocs listed on it

bugs fable ocs;

chrys - never talked about them before whoops. from our bug fables future headcanons. they're a cuckoo wasp and they're on an explorer team with tod and terrie mop - everyone knows mop. the star of the show

synth - evil roach lady. came from the giant's lair and tried to start snakemouth lab 2: electric boogaloo. she's like if soul master was a girl kind of bernie - most divorced poor little meow meow bee man ever. got kicked out of the hive because cosmic horrors happened to him. vi's dad but that's not really relevant they don't know each other ilon & lilly - butterfly and beetle on an explorer team. kind of side characters in future bug fables iris - cute and trustworthy mantis lady who runs a diner and definitely doesn't cook people checkers - zombee who is two different bees sewn together. former nurse in one life. unwillingly pulled into synth's schemes mint - zombeetle who escaped the lab to try and find his former explorer partner. not going well for him latte - baby zombiant. just a little guy sammy - zombie fly with a different kind of fungus than the cordyceps ones. got sent to bee kingdom zombie jail until the doctor who made it like that let it escape penny - the doctor who did that to sammy. it was an accident she swears marshmallow - peacock spider who started mimicking bugs and living in society just for a laugh

and our hollows knights

caprice - nosk who disguises herself as a traveling musician. reads minds to find familiar tunes and plays them for her victims. our personal favorite to draw ollie - ant that got splashed with the death pheromone and kicked out of his colony for it. traveled with caprice before getting infected and dying for real

celadon - mantis who left the tribe to pursue a more peaceful lifestyle. is just vibing in greenpath now flower pot - vessel that celadon adopted. likes being painted on capt. geo-eye - earwig pirate captain. quite literally has a piece of geo where his eye should be. currently plundering the abandoned kingdom of hallownest treasure chest - vessel that geo-eye adopted. a little ruffian that attacks ankles

and our rains worlds

uncrossed finish line - senior of their local group. thought sliver of straw was onto something. worked so hard to replicate her that they overheated and collapsed deep impression of a fang - junior of the same group. looked up to finish line and was devastated when they died. tried to purpose an organism strong enough to kill him after that happened flightless birds - second youngest of the group. bit of a silly goose. spends more time talking in group chats and having fun than doing work. in her lane. unbothered. flourishing monday morning sunrise - second oldest of the group. eepy. spends 100 cycles to do anything empire of ants - firm Middle Child. ascribes to the same thinking of a benefactor monk. never talks to anyone ever three glowing scales - no local group because they're in the middle of the ocean. makes a lot of purposed creatures to send messages across the sea ever-flowing rapids - purposed slugcat made by 3gs. true aquatic scug that can breathe underwater and move at speed. rivulet's ancestor the crusader - purposed slugcat made by dioaf. the thing that was intended to kill him. gets stronger the higher its karma is the trickster - purposed slugcat made by nsh. exists to send memes. can change colors to mimic predators the sleepwalker - normal slugcat that got hit on the head and can't sleep now. always gets shelter failures and special night creatures attack them the symbiosis - used to be our scugsona but now they're just vibing. full of fungus. kills bugs instantly but gets hurt by sunlight two splinters of wood under tropical leaves - benefactor that lived on mms. ran a shelter for purposed organisms that outlived their usefulness. number one enjoyer of weird little critters muddy water running through steel canals - benefactor that lived on looks to the moon. mechanic that dabbles in bioengineering. invented miros birds so you can all get mad at aer for that shrill ringing noise, a broken spear - benefactor that used to live on dioaf. got banished to the surface for assassinating a council member. living the creature life now

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JUMPS IN EXCITMENEF LETS GOOO

Do you have any stories you like to tell Phil and/or do any anons have favorite stories ? - Roier

OH OH OH!!! gonna be honest the whole uh reply I made to 🐣 with the stuff about like sticking together and stuff was all just stuff I've been thinking about cause of one of my canons. I don't wanna bore yall explaining lore so I am just going to gush about my friends because they are all so silly and I miss them dearly. I may come back and ramble off more stories in a sec too.

ANYWAY hi so my best friend and I met trying to save people from uh lets just call em barons! I was going to help a kid I met earlier that day and he was trying to get his parents and we kinda just ended up fighting together (<- i beat everyone up and got his parents out of there and he saved the family of the kid I was helping out while I was doing that) He invited me to his little resistance group after that and we did a lot of punching up against the bastards who were always making life where we were hell >:D!

It was a lot of planning and stuff which kinda was ugh I wasnt great with planning my style was just get in, cause problems, and then get out. But we also goofed off a lot we were barely adults and I wasn't big on being serious so I dragged the others into silly things all the time! I dragged them to festivals and little neighborhood parties and stuff, you gotta remember what we're fighting for yknow?

Uhm uhm idk a lot of my memories are based on the politics and the stuff we were doing and the goofy stuff is a bit less easy to talk about without a lot of me going on rants but I'm just gonna rattle off some more things under the cut

Ekko

EKKO!!!! RAHGHG this guy!! He's my bestie don't listen to him if he says otherwise we're the bestest friends he's just shy.

He never let me in his little lab >:/ To be fair I was an awful safety hazard haha electricity magic plus technology he was working on wasn't ggreat but i was always curious about his work i used to sneak in by which I mean I would just go in and stand around while he pretended not to see me

Me and Ez used to drag him around a lot he wasn't like an introvert but he was always working, he was the big leader of the rebellion stuff so he was always serious. He was so funny though, making him laugh was like the best feeling in the world.

He used to help me fix my gun and my coat and all that! (aka every time I broke everything he would be one of the one's I could always turn to to fix it) i used tech to help regulate the fact that I was always sparking lol I was like a live wire and it helped people not get hurt around me

Ezrael

EZRA!!! EZ!! EZA!! Him and me were so silly! I think it's so funny him and Ekko were friends, ekko just showed up with him at our base like he picked Ez up off the street.... stray golden retriever vibes...

He accidentally gave me coffee instead of tea once and I was so hyped up I ended up shocking the hell out of him with my magic... I also crashed a bike... and maybe almost blew up our entire base... Safe to say I was banned from coffee forever and Ekko scolded us so bad...

He wasn't from town he was from the richer upperclass area, but he got absorbed into out group so quickly. He was a bastard but he was our bastard and he's my silly goose [Honorable mention to Vi and cait!! i will always say acab!!! but they were cool after they uh stopped being basically cops!!]

I liked stealing his jacket... not even like to wear it cause mine was the one with my regulators in it but just because he always would chase me around to get it back and i thought it was funny lol

Sera

ughg i know why people don't like her like in terms of game stuff but I miss her so bad :((( she did leave town and was like moving up in life and stuff when her music career started really getting serious but she used to help me and ekko kinda? she would use her music to help out where possible

She wasn't part of the active fighting like me an ek but she was great for morale! music building community and all that. I miss her singing so bad it was so comforting on bad days after a job went wrong.. even after she left i used to listen to her music on my little disc player that ekko made me

I used to help her dye her hair! or really just idk i'd take any excuse to hang out and have a girls night with her.

Sometimes she let me help with her guitar and stuff sometimes too!!! I was awful with tech, I could use it, just couldn't wrap my head around building it so really i would just hold stuff for her and ask her a million questions about how it worked! still was fun i could listen her talk about things all day!

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The Fight

by Jkit45

Goaded by Ekko, Vi ends up challenging Sevika to a boxing match. - Caitlyn and Vi heal from their trauma and learn to be more intimate with each other while preparing for Vi to (hopefully) win a rematch fight against Sevika. As Mel, Jayce, and Ekko get involved with the marketing and betting, their little 'friendly' rematch inadvertently turns into Piltover's sporting event of the year.

Words: 2067, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends)/Mel Medarda, Jayce & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Touch-Starved Vi (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), Sevika Does Not Get Paid Enough (Arcane: League of Legends), Sevika is So Done (Arcane: League of Legends), vi punches things, cait watches this boxing match, two hot women end up boxing, hijinks ensue, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, cait fixes vi a bath, Fluff and Angst, a silly little fic because i am a silly goose

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

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hi silly goose :3 thanks for the tag

last song was 'Yeah Boy and Doll Face' by Pierce The Veil, im taste testing them atm [a flair from the dramatic is Really Good]

fav colour: black. sorry y'all, i am and will continue to be a basic emo bitch

currently watching: erm, rewatching umbrella academy in preparation for the new season, also saw VI for a school thing which is cool!!

spicy/savoury/sweet

relationship status: i huave a boyfriend and we are t4t lalalalalala :3

current obsession: erm. there's this movie series. you guys might not have heard of it. it is called saw. like. ahem. a hacksaw.

TAGS: @bitchboy, @th3creationofadam, @hum--hallelujah, @cr4shjay, @ilistentogirlinred + open tag <3

nine people i'd like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag, Jenna (@fireplceashes 💜)

the last song i listened to: The Portrait by James Horner (I was feeling romantic at 1am)

favourite colour: Any shade of purple

currently watching: Death Parade and Naruto (because I'm almost forced to by my bro)

spicy/savoury/sweet: Sweet

relationship status: Single

current obsession: Other than annoying my brother since he's home on break? Playing Persona 3 Reload and reading poetry (Dorothy Parker kills me)

No pressure tags: @moderatelyluckypenny, @theannoyeddragon82, @elpantalones, @steviescrystals, @blankinsidecards, @coffeeisaritual, @nooneisstraight, @hellengomes, @violetscrypt

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“    i  feel  very      ...      goofy  in  this,    ”    nervous  hands  smooth  out  a  suit                   fresh  out  of  a  dry  cleaner  bag,  not  a  single  wrinkle  in  the  fabric.  something  nice,  something  formfitting,  something      ...      plaid    ?    it’s  wool,  it’s  hot,  it’s  uncomfortable.  colton  tugs  at  his  collar.  “    not  in  a  '  fun  silly  goose  '  kinda  way,  either.  which,  like,  sucks.    ”

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