#as i was playing I ended up feeling like with her already as an arcane warrior being a battlemage felt. a little redundant

[arcane-ish]

Arcane Act 1 - Everybody ends up where they don't want to be and why that is a problem

In my first reaction I talked a bit about structural weaknesses and after a bit of sleep one thing popped into my head. I tried to get not spoiled too much but one of the few things I read that there was an interview and somebody from the writing team said that in a way everybody ends up where they don't want to be or something a long those lines.

I think this theme is heavily present in Act 1 already and I think this is kind of a structural writing problem. Because it is usually fundamentally more interesting to see characters have a goal and try to achieve it and either get it or fail than for characters to be pushed into something by higher powers.

The additional problem is that so far in Act 1 we haven't always seen enough of what the characters want instead. So character A wants X, but is forced into Y.

Let's go into detail:

Back when I read the spoiler I assumed it would be something like that:

Jinx ends up as a revolutionary

Vander who wanted to curb his violence ends up as a violent beast

Vi ends up as a cop

Caitlyn ends up in a position of power and influence

Ekko ends up working with Piltover even though he wants to protect his people

Now that Act 1 has rolled around we concrete have:

Vi taking the badge

Caitlyn being thrust into leading Piltover (maybe being thrust into her mother's spot)

Viktor becoming an object of worship without wanting that

We see the first traces of Jinx becoming a freedom fighter and Ekko being pulled into working for Piltover.

Ironically, I think I've been enjoying the story of Mel and Ambessa (I know I'm probably in the minority) because that theme feels least present with them so far or at least they seem to be acting more along the lines of their genuine interest still.

Mel

Mel wants to protect Piltover in her way and doesn't trust her mother. She is also forced by circumstances to do stuff she doesn't like (like agreeing to the invasion) but she's still overall pursuing her interests (trying to figure out what Ambessa's plan is, trying to soften the murderous interests of the rest of the council). Maybe in the future her "ends up where she doesn't want to be" will be her working with her mother or becoming like her.

Ambessa

Ambessa of cource we find out is being hunted by the Black Rose, so I presume her "I don't want to be here" is being in Piltover. But she still feels like she's expressing her personality and making moves and being proactive within the situation she finds herself in. Maybe her ending up doing the opposite of what she wants will be either protecting Piltover or having to fight her own daughter (maybe a Black Rose possesed Mel).

Their stories are more fun to me because they are still in the "want" phase and not in the "forced" phase.

Caitlyn

Next we have Caitlyn. I think she's actually one of the better ones (again I presume many people will disagree with me on that). For one she actually gets some room to express what she wants. She wants peace (scene where sits at her mother's pond). She wants like Mel to soften the blow of Piltover against Zaun to some extent. We can infer that she wants a happy life with Vi (though I think that could have been really driven home if we had gotten a dream sequence which makes it clear: yes what she really wants is sit in a flower field and hold hand and play footsie with Vi, thus making it more tragic when her actions end up driving them apart).

It also benefits from her conflict not being purely external "Ambessa pushed her into taking power", but being actually an internal conflict. She wants to be a good person, but she also wants revenge and struggles with those feelings and her growing prejudice.

Viktor

With Viktor the whole "forced" is most present. He probably wasn't planning to be a prophet, it just sort of happens to him. I think his story is still weak because we have seen very little of what he actually wants. We can infer if we remember season 1 that he wants peace and hextech not being used for war. But in the show it feels very "oh, yeah, gotta go."

Vi

Vi of course ends up taking the badge. I think her story suffers because to me it feels very muddled what she wants at the moment. She wants to help apprehend Jinx. We presume she wants to be with Caitlyn.

Also her "forced" push is pretty unimpressive (like really? being flattered that Caitlyn praised her to other people plays a role?). She protects people almost out of instinct (ie the chemtech attack on the council).

In season 1 Vi's wants were a huge driver of the whole story. Vi wants to prove herself that's why she organizes the heist, Vi wants to make up for the mess she made with the botched heist, Vi wants to protect her family and save Vander, Vi wants to find her sister, Vi wants to rescue Jinx from Silco's influence.

Every single one of her wants ended up blowing up in her face and that made up the deep tragedy of season 1. We like Vi, we care about Vi's wants and hurts us to see her fail. She wants to prove herself but brings tragedy on the Lanes, she wants to turn herself in but gets foiled, she wants to save Vander, but he dies, she wants to find her sister and when she does it turns out that her sister is a different person, she wants to pry Jinx from Silco's influence but it turns out Jinx really enjoys it and there is no way bring Powder back.

In season 2 her wants feel pretty muddled and much weaker. She wants to apprehend Jinx with the task force. She feels bad and guilty over Caitlyn's mom. She presumably wants to be with Caitlyn.

I think it worth noting that there is IMO no strong drive to protect Zaun. I think a lot of fans probably perceived her as this is something she should feel, but IMO I genuinely don't see it.

Vi is somebody who suffers from being perceived as a Zaunite, she has some loyalty in the sense that she doesn't take the badge, but I genuinely don't get a deep connection between her and Zaun. Vi I think is more universal in that if she sees anybody getting attacked she wants to step in and help, there is no special loyalty to her people. She defends the Pilties when the Chembarons attack, she stands up to Caitlyn when Isha is in the line of fire. There are hints of Vi having a codex but I feel unclear on what exactly that codex is (no killing kids? no kiling at all? no killing except proven guilty people?).

Please note how at no point when the subject was on attacking Zaun she brought up Ekko (ie come on Caitlyn, you know there are good people down there, such as Ekko, or no attempts are made to warn Ekko that an attack is coming). [it's a pity I think if this connection had been made it would have ramped up the tragedy and emotional punch a lot, would have portrayed Vi more as somebody who is torn between Zaun and Piltover]

(my personal read is that Vi feels no connection to Zaun because she was in jail for so long and when she came back she no longer recognized it as "her" Zaun and maybe she associates Zaun with having poisoned her sister)

Anyway, Vi's clearest moment of tragedy coincides with her moment of stating an actual believable want and it says a lot about her as a character in Season 2 so far. It's the scene where she tells Caitlyn that everything around her changed and she wants Caitlyn to stay the same.

And of course she states it exactly 5 minutes before Caitlyn changes on her (becoming like Jinx as Vi puts it).

Still, what Vi expresses in that conversation is very telling of her character. That she feels like she has lost her connection to everything and she was clinging to Caityn as her one thing and that that one thing changes and rejects her.

I think Vi's story suffers from her stated want coming to late in the act and her morals being inclear (ie she against killing? can't be since she asks Caitlyn to take the shot on Jinx? so just kiling children? innocents? what violates her moral code and what doesn't?).

Jinx and Ekko

I think Jinx and Ekko are not completely deep in the "forced" phase, but I think they are sort of muted" in the "want" as well. Jinx has expressed that she wants to die but imo it feels sort of half hearted. Jinx says she wants to blow it all up, but imo it feels sort of half hearted. Jinx expresses anger over what Caitlyn using the grey but we don't really see the process of what she does about it.

Her forced aspect comes in the sense of the girl latching on to her (and there's potential there in her repeating what happened between her and Silco) but I think all of the new characters fall pretty flat so far. NuGirl really would have benefitted from getting a flashback to explain her backstory. (yes even if she ends up getting killed)

Ekko just wants to protect his people but the illness of the tree forces him to go to Piltover with Heimer. At this point both his wants and his forced are pretty muted.

Jayce

I think Jayce's story suffers from him being actually the character who is in multiple stories. He's a little bit with Caitlyn and Vi (he wanted to honor Viktor's wishes not to build hextech weapons but he makes them for Cait after all), he's a little bit Mel, he's a little bit in Viktor's story, and a little bit in the Heimer/Ekko story.

I think better writing could have really made use of the fact that Jayce is the character who is in multiple storylines but imo it didn't happen.

At the moment (maybe just because of how Act 1 ended) Hextech feels like his big tragedy. (Mel's line about wanting to protect his dream) Season 1 Jayce was cocky and wanted to make the world better with Hextech (+ be a magician), in season 2 he finds out that hextech is actually completely fucking over the The Arcane.

Again this is something that could really have benefitted to a flashbacks for Jayce's highs when everything was still golden and glorious for him rather than just pans onto his old mug.

Conclusion

Structurally the tragedy is there for everybody, but I don't really *feel* the tragedy of it yet because the show isn't making heavy enough use of contrast (ie investing more time of emotionally showing us what the character actually wants so we can feel the weight of when they end getting the actual opposite, I think flashbacks could have accomplished that).

[avrorean]

so I replayed awakening over the past week and guess who got a keeper respec...

[beansnsoup]

Casual

Summary: Friends with benefits were not your cup of tea, but you accepted the offer anyway due to your buried feelings for your friend. You never thought of the day it would have to end because someone else would take her from you.

Relationship: Platonic (with some spice)

Character: Vi (Arcane)

Warnings: Sexual undertones, angst, fem reader, overthinking, arguing, being used???, lmk if there is anything else i should add

Part two

The phone on her bedside table rings as you lay there, completely disheveled. You knew who it was. At this point, you didn't even try to peek over her shoulder or tease her about a supposed lover.

Normally it'd be a running gag to joke about eachothers "crushes," but you couldn't even bring yourself to joke about the matter anymore and you're pretty sure she had gathered your lack of interest of the teasing now.

It's not that you didn't support her. And if you were being honest, you did more than just support her because here you were, very indecent in her bed.

Her name was Caitlyn, you knew absolutely nothing about her aside from the fact that Vi was completely smitten.

It was supposed to be you who Vi was obsessing over, but you were instead just a girl she just used to get off every now and then.

Not that you were complaining.

You were the one who told her it was okay in the first place.

But now that you were really thinking about it, you shouldn't have given her your consent for this little sacred love affair.

Before she had originally put the moves on you and proposed this relationship, you had already been growing strong feelings towards her.

The two of you had been friends for a long time, so you both knew the threats these "sleepovers" would have.

The both of you had been so close it had drawn everyone around you together, you were close to everyone in her life and it was the same with her for your friends and family.

They, of course, knew nothing about this, which surprised you. Considering the number of times you guys would sneak off during dinners.

You also didn't want to lose the bond you had with her sister, at the points where Vi wanted to be more of a "lover" than a friend, you would find yourself going to seek comfort with her younger sister.

To Vi, it was strictly out of boredom. She wouldn't tell you that to your face, but you could sense that was the start of her intentions.

Yet to you, it was purely out of love, each time left you in complete and utter bliss, and that you would never admit.

"Okay, see you soon, bye,"

You watch her get up from her side of the bed and start to get dressed, in entirely different and more presentable clothes than before.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm seeing someone."

You thought it was funny she still wouldn't call Caitlyn by her name when speaking about her to you, she knew fully you knew of her but still decided to keep that part of her life hidden, or as hidden as she could.

At this point, you thought the idea of secrecy gave Vi a sense of control, or it simply just got her going.

Either way, you hated it.

"So, you were just going to leave while I'm still here? Not even a goodbye?" You had a hint of sarcasm in your voice but meant every word.

"What? Did you want some premium aftercare or something? Besides, you practically live here, it wouldn't make a difference."

She had a point there, but you still felt disgusting in this situation,

"I'm not some kind of prostitute Vi! I'm tired of you using me then going to play the role of a loving girlfriend with Caitlyn!"

You could tell your words struck a nerve.

"You knew going into this it wouldn't mean anything, and I really like her!"

"Well, you've been talking to her for months now, and if you really like her as much as you say you do, this fling between us would have stopped as soon as you realized your feelings."

This was when Vi was left completely at a loss for words, you didn't care if she had feelings for you or not, but you were tired of being a toy to her, especially when she was in a whole other situationship.

You knew at some point you would have to share her, but you didn't want it to be like this. You also didn't want to be the reason another girls feelings for the same woman are put at risk.

"I love you Vi, but you really need to get a grip on reality and realize what is right in front of you."

You started to slip your clothes on, while she was still there, standing and questioning a million things at once.

"And at the moment, what is in front of you is me, like so many times before, might I add."

"By the way, if it wasn't clear, this," You gestured to the each of you, "is over."

To your surprise, she didn't even attempt to chase after you. Instead, you heard her put down her things and sit back down on her bed.

You never knew if she went to see Caitlyn or not that night, but either way, it didn't matter.

Everything between the two of you was over, even if you still loved her.

For now, it would just be you, sitting alone in your small apartment.

To your surprise, her sister was still keeping in touch, even though she didn't know the details of the situation she knew the two of you weren't talking to the eachother, so she made sure to keep in touch, just to keep everyone connected.

You also hadn't blocked Vi on anything. You just couldn't bring yourself to do it no matter how much she pained you.

You knew it would kill you to finally see a post launching a relationship, you would see it one way or another, but you'd hate to find out from someone else, so you just had to rip off the band aid one way or another.

It had been almost 3 weeks now since you made Vi aware on your standpoint of your relationship, and she has yet to reach out.

At this point, you had accepted the possibility she assumed you were a freak for considering your casual meet-ups could ever be anything more, or she just thought that you were clinically insane.

Just as you were about to retreat from your spot on the couch, you heard a ding come from your phone,

Speak of the devil.

You unlocked your phone to read out the full message that Vi had left for you,

"Can we please talk? In person. I made a big mistake and I need to see you."

You almost wanted to ask if this meeting would lead to her pinning you against her bed once more.

Again, not that you were complaining.

Yet in this situation, you wanted to be heard, not just for your moans, but for your care, and love for her.

All you could type in response was "ok." To which she replied with you to meet her at her apartment whenever you were ready to come over, because she'd be waiting for you.

A part of you regretted agreeing, but the other part of you knew this confrontation needed to happen.

I'm sorry I made vi see like a complete jerk in this guys, a teensy bit out of character tbh 😭😭

Part 2?? Idk yet, we will see 👀

[babygirlwritessmut]

♡︎ part2. eavesdropping

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: after dinner with Vi you were ready to sleep till next day, but something weird pulled you back from sleep. were those moans…?

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 1.3k

✎ warnings: 18+, smut, dom!vi, swearing, teasing

MINORS DNI!

RIDE ON ME masterlist

it was a strange evening, Vi wasn't like others you've met before. usually, you have a good effect on people - they gravitate towards you - but in this situation, the person simply distanced themselves. 

“that's fine, I'll have plenty of opportunities to show her what she's missing,” - you thought.

at first, you didn’t mind that your roommate might not be very talkative, but Vi's behavior felt like a challenge. now, all you could think about was how to get her attention and make her interested in talking to you. after a relaxing evening shower that calmed your nerves, you fell asleep with thoughts of the next day. new acquaintances, university, classes - it was all so exciting and unfamiliar that you couldn't wait for tomorrow to finally arrive.

you were pulled out of your sweet, deep sleep by strange sounds. after a few moments, you realized they were... moans? "no way, maybe Vi is feeling unwell?" you got up from your bed, threw on a robe to avoid going out naked, put on your slippers, and opened the door to the hallway. the moment you did it, you could clearly hear the moans, but the person making them wasn't unwell…on the contrary. staying near your door, you realized that those sounds didn't belong to Vi, her voice was much lower than this half-squeak.

“yes, Vi, oh God! harder!”- a cry mixed with a moan came through more clearly.

"are you fucking kidding me?" - you thought to yourself- "is my neighbor really fucking with someone right behind those doors?"

“oh God, Vi, don't stop, I'm so close!” - "disgusting," - you thought, but you didn't leave. you stayed, listening for what would happen next. could it be that you might hear Vi...

and you weren't wrong. just a second after you had that thought, you heard her voice coming from the room - "yes, baby, come for me."

a shiver ran down your spine, and you felt a tugging sensation in your lower belly. frozen in place, you listened even more intently. the thought of Vi bringing pleasure to the girl in the room made something snap inside you. was it anger or jealousy?

“will daddy let me come?” - you heard from the room. - "what a repulsive voice you have," - you thought.

“yes, just like that, OH GOD!” - the girl kept shouting. "is she trying to impress or is she really feeling that good?"- your thought was cut off by the girl's squeal, which most likely marked the end of her “performance”. "finally," - you rolled your eyes. yep, it was jealousy.

for a few minutes, the room fell silent, and you could tell the figures were moving but couldn't make out what was happening. suddenly, the doorknob turned, and in a panic, you dashed back into your room, closing the door as quickly as possible, staying right behind it.

“will you call me tomorrow, sweetheart?” - said the girl who had been squeaking like she was being cut just a few minutes ago.

“goodnight, Kate,” - after those words, the door closed. not wanting to stand by your door any longer, you started sneaking back to your bed, but something caught your leg, and with a loud crash, you fell.

“fuck!” 

the corridor suddenly fell silent - "cupcake, is that you?" - Vi's voice was heard from the hallway. 

"should I answer or...?" – “I already heard you fall” - "good for you, Vi, and I heard you fucking your girlfriend." 

you decided not to play hide-and-seek any longer and finally opened the door. Vi was standing in front of you, and to be honest, she looked really hot, her hair messy, a bit of redness on her cheeks from... physical activity, wearing boxers and a sports bra that perfectly showed off her abs. 

“you know, it's rude to eavesdrop,” - Vi crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall next to your room. 

“and you know, your girl squeals like she's being murdered?”- you blurted out unexpectedly, then immediately bit your tongue. 

Vi started laughing loudly, and you were a bit confused about what to do. 

“yeah, Kate has that in her, she doesn't like holding back,” - Vi said through her laughter. 

“first of all, ew. second of all, keep the details of your sex life with... your Kate to yourself,” - you said the last part with personal disdain. 

Vi kept laughing, clearly enjoying your reaction – “she's not mine and she's not a girlfriend. we just fuck together sometimes.” 

something inside you felt relieved, but you tried not to pay attention to it. 

“whatever, next time, tell your... lover to keep it down. and honestly, no one screams like that. I think she's just trying to impress you,” - the last words were unnecessary, but you wanted to get under Vi's skin. however, she didn't get offended, instead, she smirked. 

“then why don't you check if it's true?” - Vi closed the distance between you, and you caught her scent again, your noses were almost touching, and the surprise made you forget how to breathe steadily. 

“excuse me?”- was all you managed to get out. 

Vi gave you a seductive look, and only now you remembered that you weren't wearing any underwear, just one step and a robe separating you from her. suddenly, she pressed her arm against your door, trapping you between her and the door. 

“I can prove to you that you'll moan just as sweetly from my touch. maybe even better,” - those words made your breathing heavier, and Vi's eyes were devouring you, undressing you with her gaze. you felt completely under her control, and you... liked it. 

“or maybe you'll prove to me that I don't know how to give pleasure at all,” - her hand grabbed your chin, pulling you closer to her face so that your lips were almost touching – “so, what do you say, cupcake? do you want to ride on me?” 

you pulled your chin out of her hand and slowly leaned toward her ear, whispering – “keep dreaming,” - then turned your back on her and reached for the door handle to enter your room. but her hand caught the doorknob first, and she pressed her body slightly against yours from behind, whispering in your ear, “then why are you already turned on, cupcake? I can see how your nipples hardened from my words.” 

you were overwhelmed with emotions, your body felt like it was on fire, your cheeks were burning, and most importantly, you felt a very pleasant, pulling sensation in your lower belly. after Vi's last words, you finally opened the door to your room, dashed inside, and shut it as quickly as possible. you didn't notice when Vi left, but all you could hear was the beating of your heart in your ears. it was hard to catch a breath for you. 

"what was that just now? one moment we're not talking, and the next we're flirting so much that I can't even breathe steadily?" - your thoughts were tangled between why this girl affects you so much and why you were wet from her words... for a few minutes, you stood clutching the door as if your body couldn't move, then you finally managed to drag yourself to the bed. 

"I can prove to you that you'll moan just as sweetly from my touch. maybe even better," - this phrase echoed in your ears. God, how much it turned you on. 

"stop it, what are you doing?" - you halted the stream of your thoughts. "I need to sleep, why did I even come out of my room, why were I eavesdropping?" 

"yes, baby, come for me" - the way she said that... you covered your face with a pillow and let out a frustrated groan.

[1bibypersecond]

Finishing this study and reading through some forums, I did a little analysis of Viktor.

I believe that not many people understand that he is a VERY empathetic person. It is not wrong to perceive him as a scientist focused on saving his life through technology, which eventually becomes an obsession for him as a way to evolve (LoL lore). And yes, for the most part, we see his curiosity about the power of Arcane as a means to save himself, but he's a character that goes far beyond that based on the context we're given.

First, I believe that the reason he left Zaun wasn’t to improve his own life, as he knew he was already on death's door, but to improve the lives of those who continued to live in the same vulnerable conditions he did as a child. When Mel asks Jayce about Viktor’s illness, he says that he was affected by the poisonous gases of Zaun, a situation they wanted to remedy when they teamed up as colleagues. Still, they never managed to do so due to bureaucracy and the greed of Hextech investors.

Second, Jayce mentions that Viktor often disappears. And Viktor also mentions that he knows someone, who is Singed, his mentor. I believe that Viktor visits Zaun frequently, whether to visit his mentor or immerse himself in his 'metal oasis,' which is part of Piltover's drainage system that ends up in Zaun. Where he sits to think, you can also see the lake where children used to play when he was little.

Viktor is a character who knows the reality of the people of Zaun, of HIS people very well. He always knew that with his mind, he could help those who suffered from social and environmental inequalities.

That’s why he gets so angry at Jayce when he orders a lockdown between Piltover and Zaun, he believes that Jayce understands the consequences of the inequalities in Zaun, but he doesn’t. Jayce still belonged to the wealthy, and it would always be that way because they were born in different contexts. Jayce obviously loves him like a brother, a fraternal love with admiration and deep gratitude for saving his life, but he doesn’t understand the needs of people like Viktor. That’s why Viktor decides not to tell him about the shimmer he carried, knowing Jayce would oppose it and 'wouldn't understand' like he did.

He doesn’t understand that saving the people who live in Zaun is a priority.

It’s entirely understandable that Viktor focuses on saving his life in the last few months he has left because he knows he can help many more people by staying alive and, obviously, because he doesn’t want to die and lose his intellect. It may be an egocentric thought, but it’s a very valid human thought.

This empathy is also noticeable when Sky, Jayce and Viktor’s assistant, dies. The relationship between them isn’t detailed, but it’s mentioned that Sky also lived in Zaun and that he knew her from there when they were children. Amanda Overton (one of the show’s writers) mentioned on her Twitter that she believes that it was Viktor who recommended Sky as their assistant in the lab. Although it was a one-sided love on her part, Viktor had known her for a long time and recognized her talent as a researcher. She wasn’t his friend, but she was within his social circle, which wasn’t very large (Jayce).

When she dies, he feels extremely guilty. It is a natural guilt because he knows that he killed her. But I think it’s something more personal. He cries because another life from Zaun was taken, and this time it wasn’t by the rich people of Piltover, the bureaucracy, but by him, who always wanted to heal people, to save them. Yet, in his hands runs the blood of a Zaunite, like himself. Which makes the situation much, much sadder.

[hexhomos]

S2 mega spoiler asks/answers. don't click readmore if you're avoiding it.

That entire thing really did not land for me and took me extremely out of the episode ngl. The way it is framed and later on referenced on warwick's delusion flashbacks (IN MY OPINION) seemed to suggest that their mom was embroiled in an unrequited love triangle with these two and i could feel my brain leaking out of my ears because, to get back to a previously mentioned problem; it makes the world feel really, really limited. Like there's 10 real people surrounded by a population of NPCs. The idea of silco/vander as singlehandedly responsible for a 'revolution' that has no lineage beyond themselves is already laughable but?? they frame it as if vander could legit have been vi's dad?? he picks the name?? and that he is maybe seething in rage at silco because he was the reason she died??? huh? whuh? what in all of the wattpad fanfiction. not to mention... it makes silco constant attempts to kill vi in s1 seem contradictory and nonsensical. His motivations???????????

In some ways.. it is still resource exploitation now but Worse and in a time-ticking bomb sort of way that absolutely breaks the idea of Piltover using hextech for decades at a time. Im curious to see if that will be referenced in game content now bc it legitimately has shattered the timeline. I think its once again unnecessary and sacrifices a lot of good stuff for mid hand-wringing. But yeah. P/Z as presented in arcane has had so much personality sapped out of it. a whole roster of characters who might get completely rebooted for no good reason.

stole his whole flow. Disgraceful.

TBH i wouldn't really worry about this because i think if anyone is getting a new sex scene its going to be cait/vi makeup or hatesex. Sky is a plot convenience; her existence for the show's entire runtime is an accessory that they couldn't even bother fleshing out. The definition of the not-gays.

My reasoning is that if they were going to do any of that we would have already seen her do these things, more things, in the scenes she already appears in; but as always she is a static 3D model lounging in the background. (Related: this might be because she is Literally Not Real and the hexcore is just making up a faint mimicry who can only say 1 word.) Their time budget is really messy this season and i just don't see them wasting More time like that. They don't care for sky. never did! She's just a way to avoid letting viktor be an ideologue glorious evolutionist.

We already know internally some of the animators & art team like jayvik & there's even a few for-fun outside of the company interviews w/ crew expressing a preference to jv on a personal level ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ the more the script tries to push it as nonromantic the more coded these scenes get. In terms of actual interaction i think a lot is going to depend on whatever the hell happens in episode 6 because their screentime is REALLY low and im unsure act3 can pull off another timeskip. So much left dangling.

IDGAF about meljay and i've never cared about meljay i think it is the culpirit of not-gays #1 so its hilarious how that shit literally didn't matter. The entire noxus storyline is a can of worms i would have thrown in the garbage and have no interest in. Still, in realistic terms, there is a 50/50 chance this season ends with jayce married 2 kids 1 dog 1/2 parrot moving out to noxus and saying 'heh, i never liked piltover anyway' and they'll play it like we're supposed to clap because nothing matters

if i was in charge we'd get full frontal jayvik stigmata scissoring write that down. I still hope if we can manifest 1 thing it is a good fight scene with some choking on it

[whatwouldsylwrite]

At least I got you in my head (5)

(4)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

Notes: sexual themes (not with Abby), Vi from Arcane is here to make you feel better. You and Abby make decisions that rub the wrong way. Mention of reader having a complicated skin care routine that Abby doesn't understand. Also, the girl in the end is Kara Danvers from supergirl; she is never described/mentioned.

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Yoon Jiwoo was a little scary, but you liked how reserved she was: she didn't ask you for anything, didn't try to get to know you deeply, just polite small talk and a few jokes. Instead of coffee she asked you to come and help her with dinner, and you agreed, fully understanding the implications. 

The implication number one: your chin covered in her slick while she mewled above you and tugged on your hair. 

The implication number two: you sprawled out on her bed, shaking after the second orgasm. 

She was teasing you a lot, which wasn't something you necessarily liked in bed, but it suited her so you rolled with it (not like you had a choice, pinned under her). 

Jiwoo kissed you goodbye and you went home at 1 am on Sunday, feeling a little better.

Like your world wasn't spinning around Abby, like you could start moving on and be happy while living with the best roommate you could wish for. There were other girls, available girls, and you didn't have to suffer. Were you available though? Well, not yet. But eventually your feelings would go away, you were sure of it. 

When you came home you expected Abby to be asleep already - you told her you'd be late - but she was in the living room, playing Doom, frowning in concentration as she eviscerated her enemies. She looked good like this, in her grey sweats and muscle tee, her braid resting on her shoulder. Fuck, why were you like that? You just fucked someone, weren't you supposed to fantasise about Jiwoo right now and not drool over your roommate? Jiwoo had great arms too, and she was hot too, and she was the one to fuck you.

God you really were too deep in it if Abby in muscle tee was more exciting than literal orgasms.

You took a breath to calm yourself down and knocked on the door frame, careful not to scare Abby with your presence. She looked up and paused the game, taking her headphones off. She looked a little tired and you knew she wasn't supposed to be up this late. 

"Hey. Why are you not in bed yet?" You sat next to her on the couch, your knee touching her thigh. 

"Was waiting for you." Abby murmured and rubbed her neck. "I wanted to make sure you'd come home safe."

Fuck you and how caring you are, you thought desperately. Jiwoo also told you to text her when you'd be home, why weren't you thinking of this? Why weren't you texting her right now? 

"Well, I am." You smiled a little. "You should go to sleep, Abby. You'll be grumpy in the morning."

"Yeah. Are you hungry? I made pasta."

"You can't do this to me, seriously." You said dramatically and let Abby guide you to the kitchen.

She heated up the food for you and made herself tea after you gave her shit for wanting to drink coffee at 1am. 

"How was it?" Abby asked politely and you tensed. 

"Great." 

"Just great?" Abby laughed kindly. 

"Yeah, well. Stress relief is stress relief." You chuckled, not really understanding why Abby was curious about your sex life. 

It hurt a little, that while you hooked up with Jiwoo to get Abby out of your system, she was now trying to make small talk about it. 

Abby must've noticed your reluctance, because her teasing grin fell.

"Sorry, I'm so used to Ellie waxing poetry about her hookups so for some reason I expected you to do that too." Abby smiled sheepishly. 

"Oh, don't worry. I just don't kiss and tell, you know. Unless you want a crush course in lesbian sex." You winked, curious if you'd make her shy, and yeah, Abby's cheeks were just slightly pink.

"I mean, Ellie talks so much about girls I feel like I could give you a crush course."

You laughed: bantering with Abby was easy and familiar and you felt a bit better, and not in love at all. Just two gals being pals. 

You were lying in your bed and you couldn't fall asleep as you were going back to this weekend. You felt like the whole hookup with Jiwoo was just some kind of revenge, a knee jerk reaction to Abby breaking your little air castles where you two were in love and happy together. You told Cait you wouldn't use other people to get over Abby, but even though the thing with Jiwoo was mutually beneficial, it didn't make you feel any better. Especially since it only gave you relief that lasted until you came home. 

It was a bad idea to begin with and now you regretted it a little. The sex was great, and you had a lot of fun, but the motivation behind it made you question your choice. You had to deal with your hurt before you tried to weave other people into it. 

It was Monday and you decided it was time for plan B: get distracted by getting another student. Work was good, work meant mind exercises and money. Usually you'd get recommended by your previous students, but sometimes your professors would ask you to help someone out, and today was the day when you got lucky. 

Your professor caught you in the corridor while you were walking to your next class and you got scared at first - did you miss an assignment and were losing your points?

"I gave your number to one of my students, she is smart but she had to miss a lot of classes. She needs to pass the test at the end of November, can you help her?"

"Yeah, of course." You nodded politely.

"Thanks." Your professor patted you on the shoulder and hurried to her next class. God, she was always running like a headless chicken and you adored that chaotic energy in her. She was a very talented teacher, she asked for a lot, but she always gave second chances, so if this girl got her to let her improve her grade, then you'd do your best to help her. 

Also, you thought as you watched the hottest fucking person walk through the doors of the library on Wednesday afternoon, you'd have to do your best and keep it in your pants. 

She was built very similar to Abby, the same defined arms and wide shoulders, and she had tattoos. Her nose was pierced and even the bright pink hair looked organic. 

Even the way she walked was hot - Abby was always commanding, and your new student (she was bee lining to your table) walked confidently, like she didn't fucking care and like she knew she was hot. 

Oh this one wasn't straight. No straight girl had the same energy as her. No, this kind of confidence came from wanting to attract a different kind of attention, the attention straight girls didn't seek and didn't need. 

You sat more straight in your seat as the girl came closer, and for some reason you expected her to be cocky, but she smiled at you and you melted. 

"Hi. You are (y/n)?" You nodded and the girl sat next to you. "I'm Vi."

"Nice to meet you." You said, trying to play it cool. Not only she was hot as fuck, she also seemed sweet? "Prof said you need to pass the test?"

"Yeah. I need at least B on this, and I don't understand a thing." Vi chuckled. "I read at home, but it all sounds fucking insane."

You laughed.

"Which part? I bet it's Kant."

"More like cunt if you ask me." Vi mumbled and you laughed again. 

"Okay. Let's start from the beginning and then Kant will make more sense later on. Are you going to have only western philosophy on your test or do we need to cover everything?"

"I think it's only western." 

You put your professional face on and tried to ignore how hot Vi was as best as you could, but judging by her little knowing smirk she was fully aware of her affect on you - though you didn't really mind. She was hot and sweet and made you feel something else except fucking sadness and desperation. 

Maybe you could get both distractions this time, you thought as Vi smiled at you and looked a little lower than what would be considered friendly. 

This week Abby spent way too invested in talking to Owen. They texted regularly and Abby found herself checking her phone every five minutes. He excited her: Abby liked his attention and his jokes, and it didn't happen often to her. Boys were more annoying than enjoyable, so when she'd meet a guy who was actually cool she tried not to pass the opportunity. 

And now when she was spending so much time on Owen she didn't get her weird panics around you anymore. Abby still enjoyed cuddling with you and talking to you, but now she felt safe to do that, when she had an outlet to deal with her loneliness. She could cuddle you and then go to Owen to get her healthy fix of sex and intimacy. 

Not that Abby planned to, but knowing she had an escape made her feel more confident, as if she separated her affectionate side from her lonely horny side. 

from: (y/n)

r u home?

can you meet me downstairs?

I need help

Abby locked her phone and went to the hallway to put her doc martens and a coat - the third week of October wasn't really warm. She quickly made her way downstairs, a little worried about what you needed help with. 

You were standing in front of the stairs with two big plastic bags and Abby just stared at you.

"You okay?" She asked with doubt. Why did you buy two full bags of groceries? Why did you even go without her when it was her job to do all the heavy lifting in the house? "You should've called me."

"I didn't plan to go grocery shopping, I just wanted to buy the cookies, but I spiralled." You shrugged. "Can you help me carry them?"

Abby took all the bags, not letting you touch them at all even when you protested ("equal labour, come on" "you're hunched in your chair 24/7 you have the back of a grandma, chill"). You made light small talk while you went upstairs, Abby told you about her classes and how annoyed she was with some of them: she liked to bitch about stuff with you because you bitched right back without trying to cheer her up. You just understood Abby's need to vent.

Abby took her shoes off and went to the kitchen so she could start unloading the bags. You were still shuffling in the hallway when she opened the bag and stared into the inside.

"What the fuck?" Abby mumbled as she looked over the whole bag filled with her favourite protein bars. 

By that point you came to the kitchen and had the audacity to look like you didn't understand why Abby was shocked.

"Oh, yeah. They were on sale." 

Abby stared at you. 

"So you bought the whole aisle?"

"You burn through them like they're made of oxygen, come on." You said, embarrassed, and Abby laughed. 

"You're insane." Abby chuckled and came closer, holding your face in her warm hands so she could pepper your face with small kisses.

"Thanks." Kiss. "You're ridiculous." Kiss. "I l-" 

Abby's words got stuck in her throat: she couldn't finish this sentence. She didn't know why, but it felt like she meant something way different from what it was supposed to mean between friends. It didn't seem like you've noticed, so Abby kissed your forehead and moved away, making herself pay attention to your pleased face instead of wallowing in her anxiety. 

"Did you really get the whole aisle?"

"I took every pack they had, yes. It was on sale, pretty good deal if you ask me." 

"Whatever you say mathematician." Abby chuckled and helped you put other groceries in their place. 

She couldn't stop herself from smiling: you cared. You remembered small things about her the same way she remembered small things about you (she made sure to buy you your favourite cookies every time she was shopping), and it was so warming. She felt her heart grow with l- 

Why couldn't she use this word for you? God, she thought she was over her stupid panic. It was okay to love her friends. It was okay. 

Maybe she should hook up with Owen again. 

Vi asked you to come to her place for your fourth lesson - she had training before and she would have been late for the lesson if she had to go to the library from there. You didn't mind so you put your books into your bag and went over to her place. 

Vi told you she lived with her younger sister, and you saw the pictures around the apartment: it seemed like bright hair was a theme here. 

Vi's room was a little bigger than yours, and was surprisingly aesthetic with decor. There were a lot of drawings ("my sister drew them") and her table was kinda cluttered, but she quickly freed some space so you could put your books somewhere. 

Being in Vi's room made you tingle. It was obvious to both of you how attractive you found each other, and you couldn't shake the thought she invited you for a different reason with the amount of tension between the two of you.

You were sitting pretty close, her strong jean-clad thigh pressed against yours, but you tried to not pay attention to it and focus on the lesson. So far Vi's been an excellent student, not shy to ask you the same question as many times as she needed, getting to the bottom of it no matter what. Sometimes you had to change your usual explanation so Vi would understand, and putting your brains to work made you feel good.

"Okay, okay, I've got it. Fucking mental gymnastics." Vi sighed as she wrote her answer on a test sample. "Check."

You read her answer and smiled: it was perfect. 

"Good job." Vi’s eyes lit up.

"I want a reward." Vi said and you chuckled before picking up your pen and writing a good job with a star on her paper. 

"Good enough?" Vi chuckled at this and moved closer to you, putting her elbow on the table to support herself. "Something else?" You were teasing her, you knew, but you were so curious how it’d play out.

"Yeah, I have a better idea." She murmured as she moved her face closer to yours, waiting for you to give her green light. You smiled and moved closer, enjoying her wide eyes and a pleased smirk. 

Vi kissed you and you lost your breath for a moment, shocked by how gentle and tentative she was. She was sweet, god she was sweet. If it wasn't for one stupid straight blonde in your life you could have fallen in love with Vi just from the way she kissed. 

You moved away, feeling guilty: you didn't really know what Vi wanted from you, and she didn't deserve to be fucked over because you were an idiot who was in love with their roommate.

"Hey-hey. Wait a second."

"Did I misread the situation?" Vi asked, worried, searching your face for an answer. 

"No. But I'd like to know what you want from this, so we could be on the same page."

"I just think you're hot."

"Nothing serious?"

"No?" Vi looked like she was scared she'd hurt your feelings with her words, but you only sighed in relief.

"Good. Because I think you're hot too." Vi smirked at this and kissed you again, holding your neck with her palm as she stroked your jaw with her thumb. "Is this why you asked me to come here today?"

"No." Vi laughed as she squeezed your hips and moved you to her lap, pressing you closer. God she was strong. "But now I think past me was a genius."

You chuckled and kissed her again, burying your fingers in her soft hair as she pushed her hands under your shirt. Vi sighed into your mouth and you smiled while your hips started to live their own life, grinding against Vi. You were stupidly turned on by how strong and sweet she was, so careful with how she touched you, as if you were not a one night stand but the love of her life. 

"You're gentle." You commented when Vi carefully placed you on the bed.

"I get that a lot." Vi grinned and you rolled your eyes playfully. "Tell me what you want." 

You smiled at that and tugged her shirt off, staring hungrily at her abs and tattoos. She looked like she could destroy you and put you back together and your stomach burned while your eyes went dark with desire. 

"Fuck me.”

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“You sure you don’t want to come?” You asked and Abby snapped out of watching you get ready in front of the mirror. Abby came to chill out in your room as you went through your wardrobe to find something that’d work for a Halloween party. 

“I’m not feeling it.” What Abby actually meant: Owen was getting a little too aggressive with his attempts to ask her out and she didn’t want to run into him.

“Well, you know how they say, you just need to come and the mood will come too.”

“No, really, I just want to stay home today. But you have fun, you’ve been working the whole week, you need it.”

You’ve been coming home late the past few days, having more lessons than usual, and Abby felt bad for you. At least you seemed to be in a good mood most of the time, more relaxed and happy than the previous week, and Abby was glad the amount of work wasn’t taking a toll on you.

“Thanks, Abby.” You smiled in the mirror and Abby smiled back. She couldn’t look away from you, a little fascinated by your little rituals with all the skin care products you were using. Sometimes she asked you questions about especially weird things she saw in your hands, but otherwise she stayed quiet and just watched you. 

Abby never really was a girly girl, with no desire to learn how to apply makeup or to wear skirts, and when she was a teenager a lot of people liked to tell her if she didn’t get more feminine she’d never find a boy, because boys liked everything she didn’t. And listen, she tried. She even learned how to use eye liner, but when she looked at herself in the mirror she felt like a clown, and she decided the potential boy in her life wasn’t worth trying to become someone she wasn’t. But even if Abby herself didn’t care about doing girly things, she liked watching other girls do their magic: how Ellie painted her nails black, how Nora did her hair, how you applied god knows how many creams/essences on your face. It was calming to her. 

“So, what are you going for?” Abby nodded at the bunch of clothes on your bed.

“The laziest vampire on earth.” You sighed. “You know, all black, some sunglasses to look like an asshole. We still have cranberry juice, right? I’ll pretend it’s blood.”

“Wow, that’s bad.” Abby laughed.

“Well I can’t come in my usual clothes, that would be even worse. I’ll try to look like the lack of effort was a choice and you know what? I’ll look hot doing it.”

“You definitely will.” Not that Abby understood anything in women’s hotness, but hey. She met girls who made her head turn, so.. Listen, she didn’t know where she was going with this thought. All girls were pretty, okay. It was the universal truth, what was the point of thinking she didn’t know when women were hot, she wasn’t a blind idiot. 

Abby walked you out of the door with a promise you’d call her if anything happens and a kiss on the forehead. 

from: Owen

Are you out tonight?

Fuck, Abby thought. Fuck-fuck-fuck. If she’d say she was home he’d definitely ask to come over, and lying was pointless. Abby stared at her phone once more. But what if she’d want to hook up with him later? Fuck. This shit shouldn’t have been so complicated. 

Well. She could lie in a different way.

to: Owen

sorry, I’ve got a fever so I stayed home

That was so stupid and hardly believable, but Abby didn’t want to deal with Owen right now. Or ever. 

Thankfully he left her on read and Abby sighed in relief before going to the living room to finish the next level in Doom. It took her a few hours after she fell down to death a bunch of times, missing the right moment to jump from one stupid pillar to another. And the boss at the end of the level was pretty hard, so when she finally beat him it was close to 2:30 am. 

Abby tidied the living room and then took a shower, her eyes hurt a little after staring at the screen for so long. She came back to her room and cautiously checked her notifications in fear Owen’d drunk-text her, but instead there was a text from you.

from: (y/n)

Im w a girl 

Abby stilled as she read your text, her heart squeezing in pain that she didn’t understand. Was she jealous? But she just turned Owen down, so it couldn't be right. Abby shook her head as if it’d shake the thoughts out of her head and quickly got ready for bed - she hoped to fall asleep before you’d come home with a girl.

It seemed like the universe hated her that night, because when she felt she was finally falling asleep, relieved she wouldn’t hear you coming home, the front door clicked open. 

Abby shut her eyes and tried not to listen to any sounds: to be fair, she didn’t hear anything until your bedroom’s door was shut. She didn’t want to think about what was happening in your bedroom, but then she heard it. 

You were clearly trying to be quiet, but one of your whimpers was too loud. Abby’s ears rang and her heart started beating faster from anxiety. Despite herself her head got filled with pictures of some random girl touching you. Abby wanted to barf, wanted this girl out of your bedroom, wanted to fucking rip her arms off for making you sound like that. 

Abby took a deep breath and sat on the bed, her ears tuned to your bedroom - it seemed like you noticed your mistake and got quieter, but Abby didn’t need you to make any more sounds to feel absolutely sick, her brain conveniently showing her how you were being fucked right now.

Abby huffed in disgust and stilled suddenly, noticing her emotions. She was disgusted? Fucking hell she was. 

You were having sex next door and Abby was so disgusted and angry she wanted to break something. She felt guilty, because you didn't deserve this, you didn't do anything bad, but Abby couldn't shake her feelings and her unbearable fantasies off.

Abby took another deep breath and grabbed her headphones, determined to force herself into sleep, even if she couldn't breathe properly from her awful feelings.

And Abby would have to be nice in the morning, wouldn't she?

[ihaveforgortoomany]

Reverse 1999 and the Nature of Tragedy: Analysis on how the tragic structure is used and potentially why (spoilers for Chapters 2,3 and 6 mainly)

Reverse 1999 loves tragic characters, we don't go any patch without suffering. Here Im going to explore how the tragic structure in literature is presented in the game through at least three main story chapters.

Tender is the Night (although I have covered aspects already in previous Chapter Two analysis)

Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien

E Lucevan le Stelle

What is Tragedy?

Tragedy is often described as a play dealing with tragic events and having an unhappy ending, especially one concerning the downfall of the main character (thank you Oxford Languages)

Yes this is common knowledge but the core to a tragic narrative is the inescapability on the tragic ending - the way I usually describe tragdies is like a cake no matter how you slice it, it is either too sweet or stale and never a perfect bite.

Tragedy in Tender is the Night

This will be short as I have analysis on the chapter in previous posts so here will be specific bits. Schneider here can be considered the tragic character as she ultimately gets taken by the storm, while I don't consider her to have a traditional tragic flaw the status as a human pretending to be a arcanist does doom her character. She is denied by the Foundation/ the Chicago Branch so attempts to find safety in the Manus by lying that she was adopted into the Greco family, however likely Manus had captured Mariam and after being tortured by them reveals Schneider's identity.

Throughout Chapter Two there is a moments of false hope that she might be saved, somehow surviving multiple bullets (I mean really she was shot so many times arcane healing must do wonders) . It is only the very end to we realise Schneider was never going to survive (gameplay does trick us as well since we can play as her in the boss fight of Ch.1 and for some reason still in the final tutorial stage which I only found out at lvl 40 when I wanted clear drops lol).

Tragedy in Chapter Three

A large part in tragedy is the helplessness the audience feels at being aware of all events yet unable to prevent events from happening. We get the perspective of Constantine setting up the conditions for the Breakaway attempt to occur on the day of the Storm, even making us watch chess board style how Vertin and her friends are lured into a trap. Tragic characters do not need to experience a literal death, as Vertin could be considered the tragic heroine here, her hubris being the hope and desire for the outside world that led her to attempt to leave SPDM. Ofc she doesn't die but her actions result in the reversal of her friends and cementing her role as the Timekeeper.

The point of no return could be seen in the children choosing to escape on an earlier date, unable to see the scheming and manipulation of Constantine to create loopholes the children view as opportunities to escape rather than a trap.

Tragedy in Chapter Six

This is a big one as operas and plays tend to be tragedies themselves. Isokania is a tragic relationship as both Isolde and Kakania regardless if they lived each other were doomed from the start: being an unethical doctor and patient relationship, Kakania not being a licensed doctor therefore completely misjudging her patient's wellbeing, Isolde's own mental instability, dangers of her arcane powers, the history of her family ... the list goes on. Even if they ended up together they would not truly be happy.

Isolde is a tragic character, other than being a reference to Tosca, she is doomed by the nature of the arcane power and the nature of her family. A family own for misfortune as a result of their arcane skills (her sister dying at age 3 to a seance) + the social pressures of being an upper class woman in the 1910s.

Book six having a reference to 'A Streetcar named Desire?'

So we already know Book Six reference multiple tragic operas such as Tosca but I want to suggest the final chapter in this patch potential makes reference to a 1940s tragic play called "A Streetcar Named Desire".

(This is a stretch since Tennesse Williams published the play in the 1940s not the 1910s)

So. In this scene Kakania attempts to interrogate Isolde on the nature of The Salvation, to confront the fact that she was the co-creator to the painting, the fire was caused by Theophil who hoped to end both his and his sister's suffering but was shot by Isolde instead.

It is notable that Isolde repeatedly asks for the lights in the room to be turned down, refusing to look at the truth in the painting. While we could just view this standalone I think we could make a guess or suggestion that this scene is meant to reference another tragedy.

(Maybe there is an older tragic play that employs a similar scene but Ive only studied this one, someone can tell me in comments)

A Streetcar Named Desire sees a fading Southern Belle Blanche Dubois move into New Orleans with her sister Stella and her husband Stanley effectively as a last resort, her past is filled with "leaky roofs" and instability with sleeping with men to survive, alongside the destruction of the Old South leads to her to seek refuge with her only surviving family.

She almost finds salvation here, finding love in an ordinary man named Mitch. However this is a tragedy. Late into the play Stanley, Stella's husband confronts Blanche on her lies about her past, putting a light to her deception in order to reinforce is own authority over the house. Eventually succeeding in sending Blanche to a mental hostpital (Im summarising a play, I may miss other details and this is long)

And what about Isolde? Like Blanche she is forced to confront the truth she had tried to repress in her memory, remember in a previous seesion with Kakania the detail that she shot Theophil with intent (again who allowed her a gun and who taught her? I guess she can channel the spirit of a sharpshooter?) is omitted, similar to how Blanche in the play distorts the truth with lie, the "what SHOULD be true" could be viewed as Isolde making the world her stage, everything as a performance that never ends.

The idea of having to confront the truth of events being forced into the light is similar to Blanche's reoccurring motif of bring adverse to strong light, revealing all her flaws. However the person forcing them to see the truth is different, where Kakania acts out of a determination to right her wrongs and find the Storm Immunity Ritual to save everyone, Stanley (similar to Mr Karl) acts out of self preservation and malice.

Here's the big one: why does Reverse 1999 employ so much tragedy?

Tragedies are usually employed as a message to the audience, a commentary on the state of the world about people/ individual facing the impossible force of society, its expections and its demand for conformity.

There can be many answers, we still have more chapters to explore the narratives of this game but so far it seems Reverse 1999 wants to tell a story about overcoming adversity, to not be defined by others or your past, to "beat onboard boats against the current" (see what I did there?) even if the odds are surmountable. It is a struggle for both the truth and the future even if the odds are against you.

(This is giant speculation, nothing concrete but yeah feed the brainrot)

(We could analyse each 'focus character' of each patch because I think they generally follow this theme but that's alot, the game is still updating and i have uni soon so)

[nyctophiliq]

AHHHH can you do arcane milfs and reader with age gap? Like maybe something that explores how they feel about being older than reader. Thanks<3

✮ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏 ; cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, enforcer grayson, renata glasc, sevika

content warning. afab! reader, sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, age gap, mention of suggestive themes(?), characters are worried, and the reader is a bit oblivious to it

moss' notes. this is such an amazing idea, moss wants to kiss the anonie on the lips (only if anonie lets moss ofc) another note, moss doesn't think they did justice so they might just come back to this later :)

— CASSANDRA...

it wasn't uncommon between her peers to fool around with a much younger partner, to crave the companion of a young person so they themselves can feel a little younger. she sees it as a normal thing in the world, back then in the older days there were teenagers marrying men in their fifties and up, nowadays that doesn't happen but it's somehow still there in a much healthier way.

it doesn't bother her but the ill talks about your relationship fuel her anger. those nights she has a hard time going to sleep, rambling about how it doesn't matter, that they are lies, and that the two of you will never end up like all her comrades do.

x "no matter the gossip, no matter the looks, i love you with all my heart my darling, nothing can change that."

— AMBESSA...

at first, she wouldn't be too worried about the age gap between the two of you, giving no special thought to it because she had plenty of girls as young as her own daughter or even younger before. but when she thinks about having a family, a long life with you the fearless warlord can't help but be scared of what is to come. she had never really thought about her own mortality, she decided if death is to take her to battler then she will be pleased, but with you in the picture, she is not sure if she would like that either.

x "i live in great fear now with you by myself, but i don't dread it, i just hope it will ease. i love you, my dearest y/n."

— GRAYSON...

she can't, she faces so many dirty people on her job, people who take advantage of younger people and call them stupid just because of the age gap is just unacceptable in her opinion. she has a hard time accepting her feelings for you, struggling every step of the way and even now that you have been together for a while she still feels that she needs to apologize if she has ever made you feel like you were just a pretty young thing, a toy that she could use as she pleased. she begged for your forgiveness if she made you feel like that, crawling on her knees in front of you. it is a heartbreaking sight to see someone like her be in such a wrong space of mind.

x "i hope you know that i would never treat you differently just because you are younger, that i don't see you as something to play with, but i see you as my life... i'm sorry."

— RENATA GLASC...

renata might be even more worried about the years between the two of you than anyone else. she hates to think that you might feel that she is too old for you or you are too young for her, that because she is already successful in her line of work she will never appreciate the small things you achieve before the big ones roll in. she wants you to feel equal next to her, to not think that at any given time she is trying to use that horrible line that mothers use, the "i am older than you, i know better, i know what's right for you and me" - she might know more than you, but isn't to say that you are not smarter than her in other topics.

x "we are equal, regardless of our age or knowledge, i love you despite anything they say. i want you for who you are, not because of what you are, my sweetheart."

— SEVIKA...

sevika isn't immune to the worry that comes with the age gap between the two of you, but she takes it less seriously than the others. she has accepted the fact that she has little control over who she falls in love with, who makes her heart flutter and make her realize that she doesn't need to be a god for someone to love her, that she can be human and you would find her nothing but lovely. she thinks very little of how the years between the two of you would affect your relationship.

x "you and i are a team, nobody can take us on, they just have to deal with it."

tag list ; @roguescarlett @mxyx-rx444 @darlingmisa @einrosa @sevikasangel @nopealoupe @pixiegirlz @gonegonethankyouuu @xthescarletbitch @orang3-ish @bigboobslilheart

[skymagpie]

Small rant regarding all these big WoW youtubers coming up with theories and why I think if Blizzard does go for a twist like that it will be cheap and absolutely stupid. Putting it below the cut for spoilers!

I am seeing a lot of the big name WoW youtubers say that Khadgar is either Xal'atath, puppeteered by Xal'atath or corrupted by Xal'atath and he will be her way to get back at Alleria because "The Lord of Ravens will turn the key" or whatever. And while that is a plot that could happen - it is not what is currently written, and if it does happen it will be a retcon. But I feel like this theory is missing few points:

Xal'atath did not trap Khadgar in the Dark Heart. She left him to die. A lot of us wondered back then if that was the case because of her "Goodbye, Guardian." line and it seems that from what we know now, she expected him to get killed and consumed like the rest of Dalaran.

Khadgar willingly reaching into the orb that the Dark Heart produced because he decided that turning himself into arcane energy will store him in the heart. This is something he figured out during the fight with the prior knowledge he had. This is something that Medivh always taught him to do! It's a callback to their relationship! This is such an important Khadgar moment!!!

Khadgar put his trust into Alleria and that she will stop Xal'atath. He also saved her because he loves Alleria and she is one of his closest friends. Then he gambled his life on a theory that hasn't been tested and in the end he was rewarded for his selflessness and trust in his friend by having her save him. Their arc came full circle. Why would you wanna intervene in something that needs no intervention?

Khadgar suddenly being Xal'atath in disguise will water down both Alleria's and Anduin's arc. Anduin brought him back with the Light, finding his strength as a healer and regaining his connection. Imagine if they were like "Haha nope sike, have another Light crisis arc!" like how many arcs should Anduin have? Alleria can still have her struggle with the Void in regards to her sisters, Turalyon and Arator. It doesn't have to be Khadgar anymore. In fact it makes sense for her family to be a way to "break" her more than her best friend. Khadgar surviving only to have something happen with the others will actually be a better twist for Alleria's character.

The cinematic is sincere, much like the other cinematics. It does not try to outsmart the audience. They are made so nicely and the hints from the "Destruction of Dalaran" one come into play later on. There is also a callback in the 'stay a while and listen' between Alleria and Khadgar to the very first cinematic between them (Dark Heart). These were made with care. Those soft looks between Khadgar and Anduin, the hug with Alleria, they have to be genuine. If they aren't you are treating your audience like idiots, you lie to them for the sake of lying to them. It would be season 8 of Game of Thrones level of stupid if they pull a 180 twist on these cinematics. The cinematics were so detailed, we guessed that Khadgar cannot move his legs from the very first one after his fight with Xal'atath, like that's the kind of detail they made sure we can pick up, but didn't make it obvious. This was good film language that matches the tone through the entire expansion.

Going for Khadgar again after everything he already went through and after he closed his arc and after he lost Atiesh and got permanently injured feels like you are just bullying this character for no reason. He didn't walk out of that unscathed, he got rewarded for his trust and selflessness by having Alleria save him. It's okay. He can retire here for now. Coming with more terrible things for a guy who finished his arc and is currently in a wheelchair feels meanspirited and honestly kind of an asshole move. I can't put it past Blizzard but it would just suck.

There are other characters in this franchise, we have yet to get more Horde screen time, why focus on Khadgar when his story got a nice ending? Just let him and us his fans have this small win and carry on with the story.

[rintoshis-archived]

Hiii if your requests are open also sorry if they arent you can just completely ignore this message cause u dont have a pinned yet

But can i request platonic friendship headcanons with bachira and isagi?

Thank you in advance

─ BACHIRA ⸜ ISAGI ꒰ა ໒꒱ AEAO

HI BAE !! yes yes and sorry i don't have enough time to make my pinned post but ill for sure make one! also this request was so cute ^^ i couldn't help but think about dynamicduo when i hear them together >< anyways enjoy! . *. ⋆ warnings; nothing really, cute moments with their silly little shenanigans, intentional lower capitals ✧. word count: 475, 366

you almost felt your eardrums burst from meguru's high-pitched scream he let out in your left ear. this car ride was hell, even if there were places worse than hell, it would be crushed in the backseat with isagi and bachira. you could feel your legs cramping from the lack of space isagi's manspreading on the right side. you were inevitably squashed in between them. it didn't help when you were sitting on the hard material of the seatbelt right on your ass.

meguru and isagi's moms offered to drive you three to the arcade because the mall they were going to was awfully close to it. ''gosh.. seeing meguru go out with his friends like this.. makes my heart soft.'' yu's eyes almost water as her hands trembled on the steering wheel. ''mom, don't cry please.'' meguru told his mom, almost feeling embarrassed as his figure only sank further in the seat. you knew bachira was a talented individual and you didn't quite understand what his mom had just said.

isagi looked like he knew this feeling all too well. ''there's nothing to be embarrassed about, meguru.'' isagi's mom butt in as she turned her head to look at the three of you fighting over even just a space to breathe easily in. ''i remember isagi also never been the social butterfly like his dad was. the friends he only ever took home were the soccer team.'' i let out a small laugh as i saw the neon-lit arcade from the road. ''here should be fine, thank you so much for- meguru!'' meguru had already opened the door and dashed inside the arcade.

isagi waited for you to finish your farewells and bid his mom a quick ''goodbye, mom'' too. bachira's mom rolled down the window to give us three a small wave and drove away. meguru looked like a ticking time bomb while looking at what was inside of the arcade. people were scattered everywhere and no space wasn't filled with rainbow blinding lights that only enticed bachira further.

your almost popped out of their sockets once they landed on the bright rainbow glowing sign on top of the building. you weren't the type to go around and hang out at places and waste away the time you could use to be more productive. but since meguru and isagi kindly invited you to hang out together outside bluelock. ''c'mon, y/n! it'll be fun, promise.'' bachira grabs you by your hand and drags you inside of the building to go explore. isagi follows behind and gives you a small smile of reassurance.

''yeah, it would be more worth it to spend all your time outside of bluelock having fun, right?'' you three spot a basketball game and a bumper car area. safe to say, you three almost got kicked out 6 times already.

ㄔ    ִ  alright now onto the headcanons c:

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely accidentally threw a basketball at a kid once.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi helped meguru climb the machine to keep shooting the ball inside the ring to get like 1000 tickets or something 💀💀

ㄔ    ִ  isagi knows every single hack to win every prize you wanted in claw games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira fought a kid to get to play in one of the games; ''you've been in this seat for so long, kid!'' bachira whined while watching the kid stick out his tongue to him, but he bit back by sticking out his tongue back.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is a boss at those coin pusher machines and always manages to waste every one of your coins but ends up making the whole tower fall

ㄔ    ִ  a worker at the arcane had to hold bachira back and when i tell you they had to HOLDDD him back, i say HOLDDDDD him back.

ㄔ    ִ  like it took them 3 workers to hold him back from knocking a kid out for ruining his win streak or something.

ㄔ    ִ  you and isagi for sure always team up for those zombie gun shooting games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira would absolutely destroy those DDR machines. (the arrow dance machine where you step on them) like you and isagi had to pry him away from the machine to go check out other games cuz he's been there for like 43 minutes.

ㄔ    ִ  like i can just imagine bachira dancing to one of those hyper-pop songs on the ddr machine.

ㄔ    ִ  you and meguru literally almost broke the wack-a-mole machine cause meguru pulled a mole out of the hole.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is the type of kid to eat all of the cotton candy.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely climbed on isagi's back while he was rollerskating. the kids were giving them the stink eye while you were literally struggling to stand on your two left feet.

ㄔ    ִ  at the end of the day, you three got kicked out for wreaking havoc in the arcade.

ㄔ    ִ  (you three got banned from it for the rest of your life.)

‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy - a/n: send in an ask to request this with any other duo you want from blue lock c:

[xthescarletbitch]

I've never requested writing before so idk if this is how it works (lol) but I saw your requests were open for Horizon and I'd love to see something along the lines of Aloy and her s/o are out hunting machines and her s/o gets injured (nothing like life ending, just enough to be concerning. I'm a whore for the hurt/comfort trope🫡)

If it's not something you're interested in writing, that's okay! Love your account regardless 🤭😆 No rush if you do write it, take your time 🫶 It can be in headcanon format or whatever you wanna do 😋

(Also I saw on your request page that Jinx from arcane was one of your fav characters- I. FREAKING. LOVE HER.)

thank you so much. <3 and jinx is amazing! i hope to write for her again soon as well.

hurt (aloy x reader)

sfw, but i still prefer no minors

cw: shitty title, mentions of injury and bleeding

word count: 1600+

author’s note: this is my first ever hurt/comfort, so i hope you like it! i feel like it was rushed through, but i also had no idea how to do it, i'm sorry. hopefully i'll get better with time. :)

“okay,” aloy begins, pointing toward a lone machine up ahead. “that one’s a sawtooth. it’s a combat machine weak to fire.”

you nod your head and scribble the notes down in your journal, even attempting to make a little doodle of the machine itself. “weak to fire. got it.” 

aloy waits patiently as you document a few more things about the machine. she ensures that all bases are covered so that you can do so in peace. 

you had asked her to take you machine-hunting to gain some more knowledge about the machines you tinker with. aloy has always done an amazing job bringing you what you needed, but you aspired to know more, to see more. at first, she was hesitant about bringing you along, assuring you that she could tell you all you needed to know. after some convincing and a promise that you wouldn’t get hurt, she caved. and now, here you are.

you tuck your journal back into your sack and look up at your eager girlfriend. she has that sweet smile across her face as she anticipates the hunt about to begin. 

“wait! i have something for you,” aloy exclaims, reaching into her own sack. she pulls out a bow and a few arrows, extending them out to you. “i had varga tweak it a bit.”

you grab the items from your girlfriend’s hand. you look over the bow, dragging your fingertips along the wood. it is smooth–very clearly in pristine condition. you notice the wood dyed in a shade of your favourite colour with your and aloy’s initials etched on it, a feature that only widens the smile you already have. 

“aloy,” you finally say, urging a sigh of relief from your partner, who was worried that you didn’t like it. “it’s beautiful. thank you.”

she smiles and admires you as you look over it some more. “i figured that you’d need one if we made this a regular thing.”

“oh, we will,” you assure, playing around with the string of the bow and aiming it out toward the sawtooth ahead, which is still unaware of your presence. “this will be a memorable hunt to kick off future ones.”

aloy shows you a few techniques with your newly acquired bow. you’re still at a distance away from the sawtooth, so you can do so safely. she stands behind you, her arms on top of your own, moving your body into place. of course, she will be there the entire time, but she still wants you to know how to protect yourself. “you can never be too careful,” she always says.

after you get the hang of it, aloy moves on to the focus on both of your temples. “do you remember what i taught you?”

“yes,” you nod. “i just tap on it, and it’ll give me some more information about the machines i see. i should also be careful to not get too distracted by it while the machine still roams.”

“very good,” she smiles and crosses her arms. “i think you’re ready.”

“really?” you excitedly ask, wanting to get into the action already.

she nods her head and takes a deep breath. “follow my lead, okay?”

“okay.”

aloy moves to a crouching position and gets back behind the rock that you both conversed behind before. you watch as she peeks above the rock and studies the sawtooth with her focus, seemingly opting to track the machine’s path. as she asked, you follow her lead and do the same. you can now see the path that the machine will take if left undisturbed–which won’t be for long. she crouches back down and looks at you, giving you a look to let you know that it is time to press on. 

she moves to a patch of grass right next to the machine’s track. you follow along, quiet and prepared, with your bow in hand and an arrow at the ready. aloy taps her focus once more and assesses the machine. you assume that she is highlighting vulnerable parts of the sawtooth–an act that you do as well. you note that you probably shouldn’t use fire arrows at this distance on its blaze canister. thankfully, you only have standard arrows. shooting the body will be your best bet with this machine.

with her bow and arrow in hand, aloy begins to aim at the sawtooth. its back is now facing the two of you, so it is a better time than any to attack. you ready your own weapon, aiming for its legs. you think you could slow it down if you get the right shot in. 

aloy turns to you once more, mouthing the words, “ready?” 

you nod in response, which aloy follows up with shooting her first shot at the sawtooth. the machine turns around with a quickness, looking directly at the two of you. your cover is now blown, so you must be on guard and ready to dodge. the predestined path no longer matters. 

the machine lets out a deep growl before sprinting towards you. aloy rolls to the left while you roll to the right. the sawtooth follows aloy, who manages to evade its melee attacks each time. she swings her spear here and there but ultimately moves to get some distance between the two so that she can use her bow. you follow behind the machine, shooting arrows into its back. you wager that the machine only has a quarter health left, but is definitely putting up a fight.

aloy shoots her own arrows into the machine while in a state of constant movement. you admire that she can be so steady with a bow despite being in motion. you note this to document later in case you ever encounter a sawtooth again. she’d have to teach you how she does it, but it was no doubt contributed to by rost’s training. 

you shoot the final arrow into the beast, causing it to fall in defeat. it causes you to get all giddy because it is your first machine kill. aloy runs to you, smiling. she pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.

“you did great,” she tells you once she pulls away. “i’m very proud of you.”

“thank you,” you smile. “i have to go grab my journal! i’ll be right back.”

with that, you leave aloy’s embrace to go to your sack behind the original rock as she goes to the machine to start scraping it for parts for both of you. you reach the rock and kneel, picking up your bag to rummage through. as your hand searches for the journal, you sense that you’re not alone.

you turn behind you to hear a loud noise and witness a blinding flash. you quickly stand up and reach your arms out in front of you, trying to gain your sight back. you hear your name being called but still cannot see a thing. you walk forward a bit, only to be thrown back as the machine strikes you. you feel your body hit the rock hard as your sight somewhat comes back in time to see an arrow pierce the machine’s big eye. aloy follows soon after.

“my love!” she shouts, immediately crouching by your side. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t here.”

her hands roam across your apparent injuries. all you feel is pain in your head and abdomen. you look up at your girlfriend to see her face full of intense concern. you lift your hand to rub the sweat from your forehead so it doesn’t get in your eye, but upon glancing at said hand, you see bright red blood. within the next few moments, everything gets blurry, and your head feels light. aloy mutters a string of concerns as you fall back in her arms, barely able to keep your eyes open.

your eyes flutter open a few hours later, and your vision is clear again. your head is still pounding, but the spots you saw are no more. you sit yourself up on your elbows, looking around at your surroundings and being unable to tell where you are. you do spot a campfire and your flame-haired girlfriend stirring something over it. 

“aloy?” you question, rubbing your eyes as you sit up even more. 

she turns around quickly, the edges of her mouth turning up at the sound of your voice. “my love, how are you feeling?”

“my head is killing me.”

“it will. you hit it pretty hard,” she gets up from her spot and comes to kneel by your side. “i’m so sorry again. i should’ve protected you.”

you place a kiss on her forehead. it wasn’t her fault, and you assure her of that. you glance down at your abdomen, where a sharp pain lingers. you notice some stitching. 

“i had to stitch you up. you were bleeding pretty badly. your forehead, too.”

“oh, aloy,” you say, a note of concern in your own voice. “i’m the one who should be sorry. i didn’t mean to put you through that.”

she takes your hand in her own and kisses it, shaking her head. she is just relieved that you’re awake and able to talk to her. it was a very lonely few hours.

“get some rest, please? i won’t let anything more happen to you.” she kisses your forehead this time and then your cheeks. “i am so glad you’re okay.”

“i don’t suppose you’d let me join you hunting again, huh?” you joke.

her hand squeezes yours tighter. “we’ll see.”

you lay back on the makeshift bed she created for you and let your eyes close for a few more minutes. the smell of whatever aloy is cooking is in the air. not only could you not wait to eat something, but you also couldn’t wait to be back home in your comfy bed, wrapped in the arms of your lover. you open your eyes once more to admire her. you feel very lucky to have her. 

[aujbabeyy]

i'm crying over the detail that was put into the mage tower in the underdark.

it's an absolutely tragic love story.

lenore de hurst is a cleric of mystra living in the mage tower. before you ascend to the roof, you can find and read four important books and papers. two, the threadbare book and the roads to darkness, are plays (rather, excerpts from plays). the other two are poems, one on a 'torn-out paper' and the other on a 'patched parchment'. quotes from these works earn you items or actions when you respond to bernard correctly with them.

based on the somber themes of the written works you encounter in the tower and how bernard responds to you (healing potion, a hug, "remember: you are loved, lenore. so much. you're doing great. and everyone will be so proud of you, as i already am.") you'll likely realize that lenore is... pretty lonely. two letters give more context to lenore's loneliness: the letter from amarith, found near some of the other works, and the letter to yrre, found outside the tower near the first arcane cannon.

the letter from amarith reveals that lenore's dog, myrna, passed away. after the death of her dog, lenore attempted to tame befriend a bulette (yes, the one you can use 'speak with animals' to talk with from the deep hole by the myconid colony). very "i'm lonely" behavior if you ask me. the letter to yrre reveals that lenore was, at one point, not alone in the tower, that her and her partner (yrre) split up for some reason, and that she wants to reconcile. I'm assuming that yrre left lenore some time (weeks? months? a year?) before myrna passed and that lenore wrote her letter to yrre some months (a year, maybe?) afterwards. i'm not sure which time-frame would make this story less tragic, but whichever it is... i hope it's that one.

also this... this is fucking sad, man. more magic was used than necessary to create this tombstone, out of nothing but sheer love for the creature buried there. oh my god my heart hurts.

the last bit about lenore that makes me want to sob: lenore and yrre, most likely, would have reconciled. yrre wrote back on the letter written for them to say that they waited, that they would always wait, and that lenore didn't come. the diary entry found in the basement of the mage tower indicates that lenore fully intended to return. lenore meant to come back to her research, to come back in hopes yrre would be there waiting for her, but something happened to her.

what happened?

one theory could be that the sussur flower and lenore's use of it was seen as a threat to mystra (it's noted in lenore's treatise that even those unattuned to the weave feel the anti-magic effect of the sussur flower) and she was punished for it. these events would have occurred nearly a decade before the events of bg3 (as noted in the diary). within the last year of game-time, mystra punished her chosen for attempting to reunite her with what he thought was part of her weave, lost to karsus' folly–without even telling him the orb's truthful origins. it would not be out-of-character for mystra to have punished a follower of hers for researching something that threatens her power. none of this is for sure, though, it's just a theory a game theory.

i honestly have no idea what happened to lenore and it pains my heart to not know. and what about yrre? they return to the tower to reconcile with their ex, only to find a note asking them to wait for her, that she'll be home soon. she never returns. where did yrre go? what did they do afterwards? i haven't finished the game yet but i really hope i end up finding some more lore on these two in act 3.

[arcane-ish]

Very quick thoughts on Arcane 2x01 - 2x03

Some highly shallow, quick reaction thoughts. I kind of don't like the bits where they experimented with the normal style. Whether it was the black and white in the opening with Caitlyn, the hextech or the blood magic. It just looked kind of cheap and corner-cutting even though I could totally picture Fortiche wanting to experiment with their own style.

The directing in the battle scenes also felt different to me.

In my memory it took me a while to go completely gaga over the show back in season 1. My verdict for season 2 is that I see some structural weaknesses, but I still like these characters and wanna see where it goes.

Anyway, on to the episodes.

So happy that Mel is alive. Throughout the episodes I kept thinking that Mel is our heroic little princess traipsing around and being moral. I was highly amused that Jayce and Mel deal with Jayce having fridged Viktor in Jayce's lab.

It made me irrationally happy that Ekko comes so early in the opening credits.

I feel like structurally there are two things that make it weaker than season 2.

I miss the old structure with the childhood flashbacks. Season 1 made great use of this to give us depth or new perspectives on characters and that allowed them to really hook you with those twists. I'm not that sad that they abandoned the "there's always a twist" approach, I feel like that might have been hard to keep up and shows that force themselves to constantly do twists feel like they suffer for it. (the only twist was Ambessa at the end of ep 3, but I felt that was fairly predictable) I also feel like there are a lot fewer horror vibes (which is something that s1 played with to get their twists off)

I think season 1 really benefitted that we saw a lot more of the characters being normal and then slowly doom approaches. That allowed us to see a casual side to many characters and I think the relationships really benefitted from, that we got to see characters just being friends or just being siblings or just being bosses and then have it ripped away. Season 1 already established most of these places and characters and they are not all in drama, one darn thing happening after another mode.

Moments that didn't really land for me

I feel like I don't get why concretely Vi is so upset over Jinx. Like I feel like I have a really good handle on why Ekko was angry at Jinx. Jinx killed one of his firelights and he is really upset that she's working with Silco who's selling Shimmer. And Vi has a lot of reasons to be upset and okay with Jinx getting killed, but I feel like her being haunted by a flashback really would have helped. Is this going back to "she's working with the guy who killed Vander and I thought he was manipulating her but now I believe she wasn't so I hold it against her", is it that Jinx abducted Caitlyn, is it the death of Caitlyn's mom, is it just that Jinx has a body count? Maybe it will be handed in the next act.

Viktor instantly becoming Hextech Jesus after he wakes up just felt rushed. Again greatly would have benefitted from some more flashbacks because him just seeing Skye doesn't really explain. Again I get the basic motivation of him disapproving of Hextech being used and going home, but it still felt off.

Moments I liked a lot

Heimer being funny during the heist

Vi getting drunk and commenting on Cait's sense of humor

Jinx and Sevika's convo in Silco's office

Mel being sneaky talking to the lady with the big ears.

Moments that worked really well

Jayce and Viktor's convo. I'm a card carrying "It's absolutely lowest on my shipping totem pole", but I thought they carried the emotion off well (admittedly that might have been my "I wonder if Silco and Vander ever argued like that"), though Jayce seemed to be suspiciously fast back on to worrying about other things (and I don't really buy that he's that fasts at smithing, btw)

Ambessa's seduction by fascism of Cait at the ending of Act 3 (I kept wondering if Cait is Ambessa's type as per Ambessa's voice lines in the game).

The CaitVi breakup. Though mostly how rough it was. Like during it I was like instantly thinking I should check the internet to see if CaitVI fans are okay, sheesh that was tough.

[littleeggrock]

Dirty Little Animals by Bones UK (from the Arcane soundtrack) is so first couple days feral BOLAS?! To me. Explanation under the cut for anyone interested lol

Like the first verse? "Taste what fell from grace"? They weren't exactly high and mighty on the first island, but they sure had it better there than in literal purgatory.

"You wanna mess around they're gonna take you down down down" - The other teams took this somewhat seriously, but by the end of the first day Bolas was completely broke and decided to go with the rp route, go completely insane, and somehow are still winning, despite all the hangups and deaths they had.

"such a lovely way to burn burn burn" - at the end of the first day there was a solid five minutes of people throwing themselves into the campfire to amass a large pile of bodies

"I've never felt like this before, think I might just want some more" - the amount of all the trauma and just general vibes given off by these specific people was enough to allow bolas to go over the edge and go crazy, alone they've all got their respective RP things going but together the energy bounces off each other as they constantly enable the ones around them, allowing for them to go well and truly insane after Bad provided a catalyst

"the kind of wrong that make you feel right" - so many of the characters on this team are considered morally grey, really none besides Phil and maybe carre have any sort of moral standing, and even then it's debatable, Jaidens close but she's also very easily manipulated as we see with cucurucho, she has good intentions most of the time but she doesn't have them because they are good, she has them because she doesn't want the people close to her getting hurt

"the little death that makes you feel alive" -jaidens complete disregard for her life on day four, willing to die upwards of 30 times (she died ninety four times total but also died from the gas a lot so im not sure how much was spawn camping, figured id play it safe) to cheat and manipulate the other teams for the benefit of BOLAS. Also again the campfire. And the stick fights. They just really like to beat eachother to the death.

"it makes your blood run hot, it makes your spit taste sweet, it makes you feel more alive than you have ever been" - literally just the insanity that's swamped the team, it's been dialed down some since day 4 but it's definitely still there, they are not ok and I love them. Some analogy could be made with the gas masks and the toxic gas, knowing you are immune to something that has killed many, the high of the adrenaline as they run through this fatal fog with little regards for their own safety.

"dirty little animals, beautiful cannibals" - they've brought up cannibalism multiple times and the majority of them (characters, to clarify) say they would be fine with it if given consent first, cellbit's canonically already done it too lmao. You can't tell be that they aren't just a buncha dirty little guys. Have you seen Charlie's skin, have you heard jaiden and foolish barking, all of them screeching muffled at the enemies, or howling in joy

Also for those of you who haven't seen, arcane season 2 got a release date for sometime in November 2024, which is so fucking exciting and it's a lot sooner than I expected

Sorry for the long post the brainrot got to me and I had to write this down somewhere lmao, figured id share with the class

[abitohoney]

Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)

Chapter 2 of 5 - I Wanna Know What It’s Like AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here.

You’d like to think that after your unfortunate incident - that almost huge fuck-up- that you could have controlled yourself better in class going forward. But you did not. Your mid-lecture daydreaming shamelessly continued full force. Though, to give yourself some credit, you did at least keep your mouth and legs shut during your little fantasies.

There was just something about the way Professor Sevika responded to the fact that you were in your last semester. That, and the way she didn’t bring up how you had so blatantly and obviously been ogling her, touching yourself, and even moaned- out loud - at the sight of her. It all just had you wondering- what if she was interested too?

A new problem arose though; how to get her alone again, and for long enough to make any sort of headway. She taught another class not more than 10 minutes after yours, and always seemed entirely too busy- brows furrowed in concentration as she held her red pen like a knife and bled all over the papers she graded. All of them except yours, of course. Not one single red mark you’d proudly noticed.

Little did you know, those seemingly torturous papers would actually end up being the key.

“I’m in need of a teacher’s assistant for one of my lower level courses, so anyone interested in the position can come see me here when my last class ends tonight at 8PM.”

The way your eyes had lit up at that perfect opportunity, there was no denying you’d be offering yourself up for it. Only issue was, would you have the courage to show up and ask for it?

As it turned out, you were able to muster the courage. Liquid courage that is.

So that night you strode down the dark streets that led from your apartment to the campus feeling brave enough to do damn near anything. Unfortunately, you hadn't considered the fact that you may have had a bit too much bravery.

You stumbled into her office, far more inebriated than you were when you'd left your apartment, but also blissfully unaware of just how bad off you were. You may have been walking crooked and stumbling over your own damn feet, but in your mind, you felt you were strolling towards your professor with well-placed confidence and coolness.

Professor Sevika raised her head from the pile of papers sitting on her desk to watch you from over the rim of her glasses. A single brow raised when you did, in fact, trip over your own feet. You caught yourself, but far less graceful than your alcohol-addled mind led you to believe. She certainly noticed though, brows furrowing in concern.

As you staggered over to her desk, a bright- albeit sloppy- smile plastered to your face, she simply gazed up at you with an unreadable expression. The moment you opened your mouth to speak- or more like slur- she removed her glasses and regarded you with open disappointment. 

"I'm here to apply for the missshionary posssishun– I mean I want to be your T'n'A– I mean I’d like the TA posssishun." You finished your nonsensical, should-be-embarrassing, run-on sentence with a flash of pearly white teeth as if you’d just knocked that request right out of the ballpark.

Professor Sevika merely deadpanned, staring up at you with the most unamused expression.

And yet, you took no notice. Simply continued to smile down at her and await her answer.

“Sit. Before you fall down,” she finally stated.

You glanced to your right side and found nothing, then turned and glanced behind you before finally turning to her with a puzzled look.

She nodded toward your left side and sure enough you discovered a chair close enough you could have easily seen it from your periphery if you’d been in better shape. You laughed awkwardly- a rather unladylike snorting sort of laugh- and then took your seat, nearly falling off the edge of it as your aim was wildly off.

She met your gaze with narrowed eyes and asked, “You’ve been drinking haven’t you?”

Was it that obvious?

It most certainly was.

You nodded, sobering up a bit at the sudden realization that you were likely making an absolute fool of yourself in front of your crush– your professor.

Smile now replaced by a somber expression, you watched your professor pinch the bridge of her nose.

Shit.

You royally fucked that up. Disappointed her with your inappropriate and irresponsible behavior. Again. But this time, you know she’s aware of what you’d just said and done.

You quickly tried to come up with an excuse, an apology, anything to undo the damage done. Before you could think of something, she spoke up again, and it was not at all the angry scolding you expected. You’d seen her more than once chew out your fellow classmates for doing something far less idiotic. Yet, for whatever reason, she wasn’t furious with you.

“How did you get here?” she asked calmly, face still hung low as she continued to massage the bridge of her nose.

Her cute nose. So boopable. Kissable. Rideable.

Your thoughts were drifting again and you inwardly scolded yourself. You needed to focus. You needed to listen to what she was saying and think really hard about your responses.

How did you get here?

That’s easy enough.

“I walked.”

She finally raised her head to eye you incredulously. “Well, I’ll be driving you back to your place.” She turned away for a moment to grab something from her bag and handed you a cold bottle of water. “Here. Drink.”

You obediently took the bottle with a murmured, “Thank you,” before chugging down half the bottle.

Professor Sevika turned away again to start packing up her things while you nursed the rest of your water.

“I’m guessing this means I don’t get the teacher’s assistant position?” you asked glumly.

“No. You do.”

You replayed her response in your head several times, unsure if you’d heard her correctly. “I do get to be your assistant?”

“You’re the only one who has asked.”

“Oh.” Not exactly the reason you’d hoped for.

“And the only one I’d want to fill the position,” she added.

Your eyes flew wide open, your smile even wider. “Really?!”

“You’re the only one in my class with any amount of true interest,” she replied. With her back still turned to you as she slipped her laptop into her briefcase on the floor, she murmured, “-or brains.”

You weren’t sure if that last bit was meant for your ears, but you were downright thrilled that she thought so highly of you, even after several horrible mishaps. “Thank you so much!” you exclaimed, barely able to contain your excitement.

“Mhm,” she hummed before putting ehr glasses back on and rising from her seat.

And fuck, you knew she was tall, but up this close, while you were still seated, she absolutely towered over you. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice how your eyes damn near turned to hearts as she regarded you.

“Now let’s get you home. Do you live on campus?”

“No, I-” your response cut short when you attempted to stand- a bit too quickly- and nearly tipped over, disoriented by the room suddenly starting to spin. Something warm and strong caught you by your forearm before you could go down. After several blinks, your eyes focused in on the fingers that grasped your arm- very long and thick fingers.

Oh dear god.

Your already flushed cheeks burned hotter as you peered up at your professor. Again, you expected her to be angry with you, but you could have sworn her brows were furrowed in concern rather than the typical irritation.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Just hold on,” she replied and slowly released your arm.

It took a moment for her words to fully register, your eyes glued to the large bicep purposefully held out before you.

She wanted you to hold onto her arm? While she walked you to her car?

That night just kept getting surprisingly better and better.

You grasped her arm, just below her bicep, not so much out of respect and decorum, but because there was no way your could fit your fingers around it well enough to hold on. However, that didn’t stop you from intentionally placing a finger close enough the feel the bulging muscle flex as she bent her arm.

“I have an apartment just along the outskirts,” you finally managed to answer as Professor Sevika slowly guided you out of the classroom. It took every ounce of effort to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not on the feeling of her soft, warm skin or taught muscles. Or how good she smelled- like warm spices and smoke. Or how fucking close she was to you.

“You walked all that way by yourself, this late?” she asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Yea. I mean- I drank so…” you trailed off, once again feeling utterly foolish for getting plastered just so you could ask her to let you be her TA.

“Because you’re afraid of me?”

Briefly forgetting you were still inebriated, you pivoted your head far too fast to stare up at her in disbelief. Everything went topsy turvy again, but you clung to her arm tighter and managed to keep yourself upright. As your vision cleared, you were surprised to find her watching you from her periphery with what you assumed was curiosity.

How could she possibly think you were afraid of her? Sure the other students were scared. Sure she had a terrifying aura about her. A tendency to be very strict. Wore an almost permanent death glare. But that was all intriguing and thrilling to you.

“No. Not at all. Well, not afraid of you directly. Just afraid you’d say no.” you admitted.

She fixed her gaze ahead again. “Hm. Well, it’s dangerous for a young woman like you to be walking alone at night.”

It was your turn to furrow your brows.

Like you?

“What do you mean, like me?”

“Pretty.”

You nearly tripped at hearing that one simple word. Did she really just call you pretty?

That heat made it’s way back to your cheeks yet again, but this time it was also accompanied with butterflies in your stomach. You searched those lovely gray eyes of hers for any form of physical response to dropping that compliment. In that moment you would give anything to be completely sober, because you couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you or if she really had just glanced down at you with a tiny smirk.

Fuck.

For the entirety of your walk to her car, that one word replayed in your head over and over again, in her voice. That beautifully deep, rich voice that you swooned over at every lecture.

Pretty.

Just when you thought you couldn't swoon any harder for her, she opened the car door for you and very carefully helped you sit down with a hand firmly pressed against the small of your back. Then came the icing on the cake; she leaned across you to buckle your drunk ass in, her bicep brushing across your chest and her soft, dark hair tickling your face. You took a deep breath through your nose and nearly moaned as her scent filled your head. Or at least you thought you didn't actually moan, but when she straightened back up and regarded you with a raised brow, you weren't so sure. Not only that, you found yourself… distracted . Her height and slight leaning position left her chest directly at your eye-level, and god damn she had that cursed burgundy blouse unbuttoned just enough to give you more than just a teaser.

"You alright?" She asked.

Yes. No. Ask again later.

You managed to draw your attention away from the display, hopefully without being caught gaping- again, and peered up at her with what you prayed was an innocent and naive expression. "Yes?"

"You're sweating-" she explained. Her gaze dropped from your forehead to your chest. "-and breathing heavy."

Sure enough, you could feel the sweat the moment you wiped the back of your hand across your forehead. You knew damn well it was from a combination of nervousness and excitement, particularly at that moment over the fact that her fucking beautiful tits were in your face, but you weren’t ready to tell her that just yet.

“Too much to drink,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Cleary,” she huffed, and before you could process that as a possible joke- something you never thought you’d hear from her- she completely halted your thought process with another word. “There’s no need to be so nervous around me, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? SWEETHEART?!

Thankfully for you, she immediately stood to her full height and walked around the car, thus missing how your eyes damn near popped out of their sockets.

Clearly, there was something going on between you two. Clearly, she liked you as more than just her best student. Clearly .

By the time your professor had gotten herself into the driver’s seat and buckled in you had managed to school your expression, at least as best as you could given your still partially drunken state.

Unfortunately for you, the drive back to your apartment was quick, leaving you no time to actually hold a conversation with your professor. However, it did provide you enough time to sober up a bit more, or so you thought.

Professor Sevika was at your door and opening it before you could even manage to unclasp your damn seatbelt.

Once free you turned to not only find her waiting, but her hand extended for you to take. You all but beamed up at her over the chivalrous gesture. “Thank you, professor.”

“Outside of class you can just call me Sevika.”

First name basis too?!

“Thank you, Sevika,” you clarified with a smile as you took her hand- her noticeably large, strong, and warm hand. God, her fingers were so thick too. Your mind strayed again, wondering what it would feel like to have those fingers trail down your body. To have them sink deep inside your–

You were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as Sevika pulled you to your feet, and she was either even stronger than she looked, or you were still a bit tipsy, or both. The next thing you knew, you had your face wedged between your professor’s cleavage and your free hand firmly planted against one of her breasts to catch yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and prayed you didn’t do the same thing with your hand. It was tempting though. Her breasts felt so wonderfully soft against your cheeks and beneath your hand. Without a second thought, you inhaled deeply, her scent leaving your mind in a pleasant haze.

The feeling of Sevika’s arm wrapped around your back, holding you upright, should have been your queue to extricate your face from her chest, but instead, you took it as her holding you closer. At least until she hoisted you upright herself.

“Let’s get you inside,” she murmured as she easily turned you around and wrapped a hand around your lower back and waist.

As disappointed as you were to have been pulled away from that lovely position, you were happy to find that even after yet another embarrassing falter, Sevika still didn’t appear angry when you peered up at her. Or at least not angrier than usual. She just looked determined.

At the door to your apartment, she glanced down at you, her dark brows furrowed. “Can you make it inside on your own?”

“I think so,” you replied and immediately regretted it. That had been your chance to get her inside, but you still had enough liquid courage in your system to try one other thing before she left.

You turned to face her, a coy smile on your face as you peered up at her through your lashes. “Thank you, Sevika,” you said sweetly before reaching up on your tiptoes to give her a kiss on the cheek. With your eyes closed, you weren’t expecting the large hand to be firmly pressed against your shoulder, halting your advances. Confused, you opened your eyes to give Sevika a questioning look.

Stoic. Of course that’s all she gave you. Unreadable but rock-hard. You let yourself lower down onto the flats of your feet, but not without giving her a good dose of your best pouty face. 

“Can’t I give you a kiss?”

“No.”

“But I thought you liked me. You said I was pretty, called me sweetheart, opened the door for me, said I could call you by your first name- all of that! So why can’t I kiss you goodnight?” You knew in the back of your head, the part that wasn’t so stupidly intoxicated- both literally from the drinks and figuratively from this woman’s… everything- that those points alone were not reason enough to believe she would allow such an act from her student. Yet, at the same time, you felt you’d been toyed with. That she’d intentionally led you on only to deny you.

“You know why.”

You did, but that didn’t change a damn thing in your mind. You’d been rejected. That fucking hurt.

“But you do like me?” you pressed.

“Goodnight,” she said with finality before turning and heading for her car, leaving you standing there utterly dumbfounded, insulted, and peeved. Yet as you turned to unlock your door, noticeably more sober, you were already thinking of ways you’d get back at her, get her attention. How you’d get her to break and give in.

Your lips curled into a sly smile as you made your way to your bedroom. You had a few ideas.

After stripping down to just your underwear and crawling into bed, your mind immediately went back to her hands. How good they felt when she wrapped them around you to hold you up, or when she took your hand to pull you to your feet.

With your eyes closed, you slowly ran your hands down your body, imagining they were hers. Your back arched off the bed as your- no- her hands cupped each breast, fingers rolling over the already hardening peaks. Then one hand slid lower, over your abdomen, fingers slipping beneath the band of your underwear to tease at your entrance.

You were already so wet. Two fingers easily slid inside, but you imagined they were just one of her thick, long fingers. You tried, but failed, to stifle a moan as you pictured her face over yours. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t even begin to fathom just how good it would feel to really have her touching you.

Sleep took over your mind quickly, before you could even finish yourself off, leaving just one final thought on your mind.

I wanna know what it’s like.

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