#arcane season 2\

[queenwitchsam]

Jinx Art

[juniperarts]

Herald/Commune Viktor but w/ tattoos instead of metal + modern au

[m-3-rcil-3-ss]

Arcane sleep headcannons

vi, jinx, caitlyn,jayce, victor, mel, sevika

vi- She sleeps like a rock. Dead weight, periodt. definitely not a morning person, reallyyy grumpy she defo sleeps really weridly on top of you tho, like full on starfish, head inside your shirt, toes locked with yours. she starts off just head on your stomach comfy, then it just gets worse. she drools and snores, NOT a pretty sleeper. loves skin on skin contact tho :((

jinx- holy shit this girl cannot sit still, never mind sleep, she's constantly moving, kicking poking punching, all off it, she falls off the bed, sleeps upside down and everything. you wake up and shes wrapped round your head. Sleepwalker. I said it. she'd definitely need to be close to you while falling asleep, preferably holding your hand, and god forbid you move that hand. shes up

caitlyn- im feeling little spoon energy, pretends to hate it, loves it really, i feel like she mumbles alot in her sleep and drools abit, will deny it forever tho. likes too tangle your legs together, you wake up with a mouth full of hair tho

jayce- fucking pathetic man, little spoon, his head inside your boobs, in your thighs, anything that makes him feel small, he loves it. baby him!! he snores soo loud. i feel like hes also a deadweight but a really light sleeper. hes just pathetic, im sure you can tell my opinion on him

viktor- hes a pretty sleeper, we know it, i feel like hes not big on physical touch, maybe back to back, i would be scared too lay on him incase he breaks, as a heavier girl, im too scared to even think about it. Quiet breaths, hardly ever in bed tho, too busy in the lab

mel- another pretty sleeper, just effortlessly gorgeous, has a matching silk slip, eye mask and bonnet. loves nuzzling her face in your neck, both of you on your sides cuddled up together

sevika- mmm big lady!!!! shes so LARGE, sleep ontop of her, next to her, on her head, trust she can take it. she has to have a cigarette and be holding you before she can fall asleep, physically cannot settle if your not touching her. i feel like she loves holding you ontop of her, she loves how small you feel against her. shes always like slightly awake weridly, like never fully gone, not fully awake. scowls even in her sleep,

[runtopluto]

I rise from the dead with more amazing artists!

Sketch is done ✨

[chioink]

You can see this full Jayvik scene (of 2 panels) on my ko-fi page

This has a bit more spice compared to what I normally draw but well...I hope you like it!

[queenwitchsam]

Viktor Art

[imfckngfantastic]

THATS A WOMANNNNNNNNN UGGHHHHHH I JUST NEED HER SO BAD IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR LIKE SHE IS JUST SO FINEEEEE

[gayfrogtime]

@run-in-cirlcez

We got everything

[sosooley]

The Distinguished Innovators Competition

yay!

viktor's fangs... i cant

[nomie-11]

Model Behavior

masterlist!

synopsis: models are supposed to have some kind of professionalism, right? (18+ themes ahead)

pairings: vi x reader (no use of y/n)

Your agent said this would be easy. Quick, easy, only three shoots. Hit a few poses, change your clothes a few times, have some good camera chemistry with your partner. 

Yeah, well easy your ass. 

You had never met a model more annoying than Vi. 

Right off the bat, she was the worst. 

“Hey, coffee?” She smiled, her grin obnoxiously charming, before she turned to the shoot director. She thought you were a damn intern, not the model who was on the cover of vogue last week. “When’s Caitlyn getting here? I thought she was my shoot partner.”

You cleared your throat, arms crossed as you stared her down. “I am your shoot partner.”

Vi turned, blinking at you before giving you a once-over. “Oh. Huh.” She nodded like she was mentally adjusting, then grinned again. “Well, nice to meet you, newbie.” 

You exhaled sharply through your nose, already tired. “I was on vogue last week. I’m not a newbie.”

“Right. Cool.” She stretched her arms over her head, the hem of her tank riding up to reveal just enough abs to be distracting. Not that you were looking. “No hard feelings, yeah? I just figured they’d pair me with Cait. We’ve got that whole thing going on.” 

You frowned. “Thing?” 

Vi wiggled her eyebrows. “You know. Tall and gorgeous meets devastatingly charming and ruggedly handsome? Classic duo.” 

You stared at her, unimpressed. “You’re neither devastating nor rugged.” 

“Ouch, brutal.” Vi clutched her chest like you’d shot her. “Alright, Vogue, I’ll try not to let my fragile ego get in the way of our ‘good camera chemistry’.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was going to be a long shoot. 

————————

The first setup was simple: a monochrome background, complementary outfits, standard high fashion poses. Easy enough. 

At least, it should have been easy.

“Closer,” the photographer directed. 

Vi stepped in, her breath warm against your cheek. “Like this?” She asked, voice lower than before, almost teasing. 

You didn’t flinch, didn’t react—professionalism and all. But when her fingers brushed the bare skin of your waist through a cutout in the Versace dress you wore, adjusting the pose ever so slightly, you felt your stomach tighten. 

“Perfect,” the photographer said, snapping shots. “Hold that.” 

Vi’s fingers lingered, and you could feel the faintest press of her palm against your hip. 

———

The next setup was a little more intimate. Something editorial, something dramatic. 

“Hands in her hair, tug her head back,” the director instructed. 

Vi didn’t hesitate. She slid her fingers through your locks, slow and deliberate, nails grazing your scalp. You fought the shiver threatening to run down your spine. 

You held your ground, adjusting your stance, bringing your own hand to rest lightly against her jaw. Vi’s smirk softened, and for a second—just a second—her gaze dipped to your lips. 

“Beautiful,” the photographer murmured. “Love the intensity.” 

You swallowed hard. 

————

By the time you reached the final setup, the line between professional and something else entirely had blurred beyond recognition underneath the heat of Vi’s gaze and the mixing of your bodies under the camera. 

This time, it was a softer, more intimate scene. Dim lighting, silk sheets, light and airy clothing, the illusion of something almost domestic. 

“You’re going to have to get real close for this,” the photographer said, adjusting the lens.

You were already close, so close you could feel Vi’s heartbeat from where she slain draped across your back. But Vi, of course, took that as a challenge. 

She slid in closer, one arm draped around your waist, her mouth just shy of your shoulder. The heat of her breath sent goosebumps down your arms. 

“You good?” She murmured, voice just for you.

You exhaled. “Yeah. I’m good.” 

“Alright, then,” her fingers traced the curve of your wrist, slow and deliberate. “Let’s give ‘em a show.” 

The camera flashed, the shutter clicking in rapid succession as Vi tilted her head, brushing the tip of her nose against your jaw. You felt the whisper of her breath, the heat of her body pressed against yours, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was just a job—a performance, carefully crafted illusion for the camera. 

And yet. 

“Closer,” the director said, voice even but expectant. “Like you’re about to kiss.”

Vi’s hand tightened slightly where it rested on your waist. She adjusted, shifting so that her lips hovered a breath away from yours. The air between you felt charged, electric. 

You weren’t sure if the flicker of her eyes to your lips was intentional or just a trick of the dim lighting. 

“Hold it,” the photographer called. “Perfect.”

The seconds stretched long, each click of the camera punctuating the space between you. You could see every detail of Vi’s face—the curve of her lips, the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose, the sharp amusement lingering in her gaze. She wasn’t just playing the part. She was enjoying this.

Damn her.  

“Alright,” the director said, stepping forward. “Now, slowly, undress each other.”

Your breath caught. Right, you had been expecting this. Your agent had said this would be a more intimate shoot—partial nudity, the whole shebang. 

Vi arched a brow at you, smirk deepening, like she was daring you to back out. 

But you didn’t. 

Your hands found the hem of her loose linen shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath as you began to lift it over her head. Vi exhaled, the sound nearly imperceptible, but you caught the way her muscles tensed under your touch. 

In return, her fingers found the delicate straps of your top, slipping them off your shoulders, knuckles ghosting over your collarbones. It was careful. Intentional. Every motion drawn out just enough to be torturous. 

The camera flashed. 

“Beautiful,” the photographer nearly whispered. “Slow. Keep that tension.”

Tension. Right. 

If they wanted tension, they were getting it in spades. 

Vi met your gaze, something unreadable flickering behind her usual bravado. Her hands lingered on your skin, as if waiting, as if daring you to push her away. 

You didn’t. 

The camera clicked again, and the lines blurred even further. 

Excuse me for knowing nothing about how modeling works 🤭

If you enjoyed this one shot, please make sure to check out my other series!

[saajieus2]

Reunited

E: You're alive!

J: Of course I'm alive, you dummy. Do you think I would just go without saying goodbye?

[letmeinimafairy]

Continuing to lose my mind, so have some fucked up religious imagery on a beautiful agate from Kazakhstan. Wild runes and stars.

Ты агрегат, Витя

[pheracy]

[myloveer0]

My lovely darling

Girlfriend Ambessa Medarda X Fem!reader

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Summary: You were just trying to survive your family reunion when Ambessa Medarda—your girlfriend—showed up unannounced. Now, you have no choice but to introduce her to your entire clan. What’s got you nervous isn’t just introducing any partner—it’s the fact that you’re dating a woman who also happens to be twice your age.

💋 Enough with the smut we need sweet girlfriend Ambessa💋

Part III is here took it longer than i expected. Since this is modern setting i think Ambessa would likely be a rich ceo.

Part III (final)

“And… what exactly do you do, Miss Medarda?” your mom asked, her tone light but loaded.

You look at your mom with a pleading eye telling her to stop but she was totally ignoring you. Like you don't exist. Wonderful..

"Nothing much, Mrs. [Last Name] but I do own a business called Medarda Enterprises," Ambessa replied smoothly, as if it were nothing remarkable. "We specialize in international investments and infrastructure. If you don't mind, Y/N mentioned about your passion for cooking, so I brought you a little gift. I hope you'd be please.."

You swallowed, waiting. This was Ambessa’s way of extending goodwill, and you prayed your mother wouldn’t outright reject it. God! She sound so smart and formal.

But the room went dead silent. Even your cousins, usually glued to their phones, looked up. You saw your dad’s who was in the side, eyes widen slightly, realizing.

Medarda Enterprises.

Everyone knew it. Ambessa wasn’t just rich—she was influencial and wealthy. She owned one of the biggest enterprises, and their latest expansion had set its sights on your country. It was no wonder your family recognize it immediatly.

And the CEO herself? She had a reputation of her ruthless business deals and nonsense attitude they weren’t just office gossip they made headlines. And the owner of such, here she was, sitting casually in your family’s dining room, sipping wine like she hadn’t just sent the entire room into stunned silence.

Your mom cleared her throat, but her voice had lost a bit of its edge. “T-that’s… quite the achievement,” she said carefully. “I suppose running such an empire doesn’t leave much time for… personal matters? And beside you don’t seem to be the type of person who would date someone like my daughter.”

You flinched, opening your mouth to protest, but Ambessa placed a firm hand over yours under the table. She exhaled a quiet chuckle.

“And what type of person would that be?”

Your mother shrugged unsure, but now her voice was low. “A woman like you… Y-you have power, wealth, influence.You seems to have everything under your finger. You can have anything you want. So why my daughter? of all people..”

Your stomach twisted. Your mother wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. It show how against she was in the relationship.

Ambessa wiped her mouth with a napkin, taking her time. “Your child is a remarkable person,” she said, her voice cool and calm. “Independent. Intelligent. Capable of making her own choices.” She finally met your mother’s gaze, “Do you doubt that? What exactly do you think your daughter is lacking, Mrs. [Last Name]?”

Your mother’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s not about lacking,” she said “It’s about reality. People in your position don’t settle down with people like us. They take what they want and move on when it’s convenient.”

A muscle in your jaw tightened. She thinks this is temporary. She thinks you’re temporary. And worst of all, she thinks your relationship with Ambessa is just a phase—something fleeting, something Ambessa will eventually grow tired of.

You opened your mouth, ready to argue, but Ambessa beat you to it. Her gaze flickered to you. She wanted you to stay put, to trust her. This was her fight, and she didn’t want you to bear the weight of it any longer.

Ambessa’s expression darkened just a fraction. If this had been anyone else, she would have shut them down without hesitation. Ambessa Medarda did not entertain opposition, especially from those who dared to speak ill of her. But this was different.

This was your mother, and despite your mother poor choice of word, Ambessa held herself back, maintaining a measured respect.

She deeply understood at your mother reaction.

Ambessa leaned back in her chair, “I understand why you would think that, Mrs. [Last Name]” she said, voice smooth but firm. “People like me… we don’t have the best reputation, do we? And i understood my past doesn’t inspire trust. But my intentions are not temporary, and neither is my love for your daughter.”

Your mother’s fingers twitched slightly, “And you expect me to just believe that?”

Ambessa tilted her head, considering. Then she smirked—not mocking, but with confidence. “No,” she admitted. “I expect you to watch and see for yourself.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “That’s a rather diplomatic answer.”

“I can be far less diplomatic, if you’d prefer.”

Your mother exhaled sharply through her nose, breaking contact first.. And continue “Let's just be honest here for once, Miss Medarda,” she pressed on “what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

Ambessa’s expression didn’t change, but you felt her grip tighten on your hand beneath the table, just slightly. “That depends,” she said smoothly. “Are you asking out of genuine concern or because you think I’m incapable of commitment?”

Your mother, for the first time in the entire conversation, didn't know what to reply.

But Ambessa, sensing the shift, didn’t let the silence settle for long. She exhaled softly, her grip on your hand grounding, steady. “Just to make one thing clear, Mrs. [Last Name],” she said, “Your daughter is an extraordinary person. She is intelligent, kind, and resilient in ways most people never have to be. She challenges me, surprises me, and makes me better simply by existing.”

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in her voice. It was the first time Ambessa had let down her defenses in front of someone else. And yet, here she was, speaking with raw honesty. You couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

Ambessa’s gaze softened slightly. “Before I met her, everything around me was gray—predictable, structured, and… empty.” She glanced at you briefly before reaching out, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a sweet, tender caress. Your heart swelled at the touch and you felt yourself lean into it without thinking.

“And then she came along, and suddenly, the world had color again.”

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly against the sting of emotion creeping into your eyes. Your mother was watching the two of you closely, her expression unreadable. The room felt impossibly still.

“I don’t take people lightly,” Ambessa continued, turning back to your mother. “And I don’t waste time on things that don’t matter. But your daughter? She matters to me. More than I can fully put into words. And i am expressing that i am truly genuine in our relationship. We didn't reach five years for nothing..”

Silence.

Your mother blinked. Then again. Her lips parted, coudn't believe what she just heard.

“Five years,” she repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “What Five years?”

This time, she turned to you, and all you could offer was a guilty smile, shifting under her intense stare.

Your mother’s gaze sharpened. “Wait—five years ago… that’s after one year you set foot on the States, isn’t it?”

You swallowed. “Y-yeah, Mom…”

She narrowed her eyes. “And Ambessa was…?”

You sighed, already feeling the weight of the explanation. “A-ambessa was actually become one of my clients.” You glanced at Ambessa, who simply smirked like this was all highly entertaining. She was entually enjoying this.. “That’s where it all started. And, well… as we spent more time together, we eventually started dating.”

Your mother blinked. Once. Twice. Then turned to Ambessa, eyes narrowing. “So let me get this straight—you were her boss?”

Ambessa, to her credit, met your mother’s scrutiny head-on, completely unbothered. “At first, yes.” She tilted her head slightly, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “And then, we became… more.”

Your mother looks like her jaw gonna drop at Ambessa's shameless agreement. “So you mean to tell me that while I thought my daughter was out there working hard, making a name for herself, and focusing on her career—”

“I was doing all that!” you protested.

“—She was actually started dating such person?! And for five years already?!”

The entire room fell into silence. Even the distant chatter from the remaining family members seemed to dim as your mother sat there, stunned.

She took a moment, as if trying to process this new reality. Then, finally, she turned to you, her eyes narrowing with accusation.

“How did you even manage that?” she asked, voice laced with pure disbelief.

Your shoulders dropped. You stared at her, deadpan.

“Seriously, Mom..?''

Beside you, Ambessa let out a low chuckle but eventually stopped when she noticed your pout, your expression clearly showing how upset you were. Why did people always ask that? Like it was some impossible thing? Well… they weren’t wrong exactly. You had caught a big fish—an impossibly big one.

Your mother exhaled sharply, shaking her head like she was trying to reset her brain. “I mean, it’s just—this is a Medarda we’re talking about. She could be with anyone. Anyone.”

Ambessa, ever the amused spectator, took a slow sip of her wine before setting the glass down. “And yet,” she said smoothly, resting an arm behind your chair, “I chose her.”

Your mom blinked, glancing between the two of you. “But… why?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Oh my God, can everyone stop asking that?”

Ambessa smirked, tilting her head. “It is a fair question, little one.”

You turned to her, completely betrayed. “Not you too!”

Your father, who had been quietly observing the conversation from the sidelines, let out a low whistle. “Well… that certainly explains why you never brought anyone home before.”

Your mother held Ambessa’s gaze for what felt like an eternity. Debating and looking like there was so many thing circulating on her head—but then, finally, she exhaled a long, sigh of defeat.. loss of word.

You nearly gasped.

Your mother—one of the most difficult, most stubborn people on the planet—looked completely out of words.

You turned to Ambessa, barely suppressing a grin, and found her already looking at you. A slow, proud smirk tugged at her lips—one that said I told you so.

God, you loved this woman.

Mother inhaled sharply, rubbing her temples like this was giving her a migraine. Worry immediately surged through you, and you stood up without thinking.

“Mom? Are you okay?”

But she immedialy raised her head sharply pointing in your direction.

“You.. Young lady. We have so many things to talk about”

You froze.

"Five years," she repeated, shaking her head again. "Five years, and you never thought to mention this? Am i that distrustful for you to keep it that long.. Do I look like I can't handle it? I always thought you were alone and miserable, but clearly, that’s not the case." She let out a dramatic sigh.

"And gay? Listen, I love you honey but i have nothing against it, but..." She hesitated, gesturing vaguely as if trying to grasp the right words. "I always thought you liked men. Handsome ones! Those with big muscles.. The kind who look like Chris Evans or—"

She hissed, voice barely above a whisper “And then you’re telling me this whole time. She looks like she could even be your—”

“Mom, don’t,” You warned,. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

Your mom immedialty stopped. Completly understood and clearly deciding not to push that particular button.'' A-and Oh! I remeber..What about Henry Cavill?! You dreamed about marrying him.. Don’t you remember? You used to have a poster of him above your bed—''

Your stomach dropped. Where was this conversion even leading up?

“Mom—”

You darted a glance at Ambessa, and to your horror. Beside you, she was watching you with her signature unreadable expression, one brow arched in amusement.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“That’s enough, mom” you cut in, mortified.

It was bad enough that your mother was bringing up every embarrassing detail of your past, it wasn't on your bucket list for Ambessa—Ambessa hearing it for the first time about your past fascination on men.

You dared a glance at her once again, swallowing hard.

Ambessa took a sip of her wine, her smirk growing. “Cavill, hmm?”

You groaned, covering your face. This is the best and also the worst day of your life.

FIN

Thank you so much for reading!! (happy2 author!)

[fairiswhee1]

I need more of this right the fuck now

So. All this to tell the idea "shimmer is used as a medicine that helps patients in critical condition to survive their surgeries". It's very regulated and Silco's ass is in the line if anyone abuses shimmer.

I also wanted to tie some scenes/lines etc from season 1 to the Alternative Universe. And make Silco a bit more, well, Silco but with the AU vibe. I am also not letting Singed go, he is gonna be helping Silco and getting something in return. Maybe the kids are gonna try to build Orianna her body. Also, whatever the universe, Singed will burn his face. No timeline will save him. He is just like that.

Vander almost lost half his family in one day.

This is like a regular fanfic. Just with pictures. Nothing deeper than that.

Happy one week of zaundads insanity!