#dubious actions

[insane-arcane]

Yandere Jayce X Reader X Viktor

You'd just made a breakthrough in your work and Sky had taken you out to celebrate. After a few drinks too many and a couple fun appetizers you made your way home. She offered to walk you but you could hold your liquor and weren't worried about getting back to your apartment which was relatively close. Walking her back to the Academy making sure not to stumble so she wouldn't worry she pauses at her dorm buildings door. Her eyes glance to the left then the right as her hand stays latched around your wrist. She asks if she should call a carriage or security to escort you to your apartment but slipping your hand away you wave her off with a confident smile.

The walk home was pleasant. It was a warm night with a gentle breeze blowing and as you walked you took everything in with a happy glow. The drinks somehow make the world a much brighter place. You wished you were this optimistic all the time. We're the gardens always this beautiful? We're they always missing so many blooms?

Entering your home with a slight giggle you hum confused staring at your furniture. Had they been moved? Figuring it was the alcohol you shrug it off but then you hear something. Eyes narrowing you regret not taking Sky's offer as a heavy feeling of dread settles in your stomach. Creeping to your kitchen careful not to step on any loose boards you look for a weapon.

Eyes scanning the tools you grab a meat cleaver off your kitchen stand before you pause. You still had time, if there was an intruder they had no idea you were here. You could leave and get security downstairs but what if you were wrong? What if you hadn't heard anything? They'd think you were Crazy or a Drunk. You might get in trouble for nothing and you couldn't afford the rumors it might cause.

Deciding to bite the bullet and hope for once you were wrong you kick your bedroom door open. Holding out the knife you pause.

Your favorite smell wafts through the air and you suddenly feel calmer, your shoulders dropping almost instantly. Your pounding headache begins to fade and you wonder where it's coming from and if you left a candle on. Blinking you close your eyes before you put a hand to your head. Taking a deep breath you're finally able to focus on the disarray of your room and who was inside.

"Viktor! Jayce! What the fuck?" You demand as you stand in your doorway Meat Cleaver ready to be used. Viktor was leaning against Jayces shoulder tired but hearing your voice he slightly stirred.

"Ahhhh (Y/N) your here!" Jayce states getting up off the bed and walking away from Viktor. He claps his hands before gesturing to the well decorated room. Viktor makes an annoyed sound at being disturbed but simply grabs his cane and slowly stands up when he sees it's you.

"Yes. I live here. What are you doing here?" You demand pointing your knife at them. Your brain buzzed and you were a little to tired for all of this. How did they get into your apartment? Why were they in your apartment? A million questions buzzed through your brain.

"See I told you it was a bit much? Ja?" Viktor says as he pinches his nose before he uses his free hand to wipe at his face trying to wake up. He looked at you with a sleepy grin and you roll your eyes in disbelief.

"No it was romantic." Jayce defends as he turns to look at Viktor making you groan. Jayce would think that wouldn't he, delusional as he was?

"I admit we may have gone overboard." Viktor states as he sees your displeased look. "But only with the best intentions love, nothing sinister see?" He questions and you hum noticing the melted candles and rose petals.

"How... How did you get into my house?" You question staring at the romantic setup with a confused and slightly worried look.

"Technicalities don't matter. Do you like it?" Staring at all the romantic pros you take a deep breath and press your hand to your forehead as you felt another much stronger headache coming on.

"I... Yes it's nice. Viktor did you break into my house?" You question slowly. You didn't want to insinuate anything since he was from the Undercity but your door being unlocked and them being in your apartment told you they'd somehow snuck or otherwise broke in. You were very specific about your lock routine not wanting any research or valuables to be stolen from you since you spent a majority of your time in the lab.

"Do you really want to know lovley?" Viktor teases and you close your eyes again. You were too tired and too drunk, honestly you didn't. You really didn't. You just wanted to collapse on your bed and sleep.

"Did you pick my lock?" You question softly. It's not an accusation, more of a hypothesis but you already know the answer before either answer. Viktor gives you a sheepish smile and shrugs as if to say who knows. But you made your own assumptions and you knew exactly how they got in. Golden eyed cheeky bastard.

"Were getting off track." Jayce interjects as he steps in front of you and grabs your shoulders before he turns you towards the bed.

"Okay I'll bite. What is all of this?" You question not letting go of the meat cleaver as he walks you closer to your bed.

"A romantic gesture." You stared at all the flowers, rose petals, candles, and chocolate covered fruits in trays.

"... Romantic is not the word I'd use. Unnecessary perhaps." You respond making a face as Jayce urges you to sit.

"(Y/N) you wound me so." Jayce states pouting. Humming in acknowledgment you stare at your room, at what they'd done for you. At the mess you'd have to clean later.

"I'd offer you a glass of wine but it seems you've had your fill." Viktor suddenly says looking concerned, perhaps annoyed. You weren't entirely sure what laid behind his eyes in that moment but something you weren't used to. Rolling your eyes in turn for what feels like the hundredth time you place the knife down.

"Oh I'm going to need a glass after all this." You state as you bring your hands up to your face.

“As long as you share.” Jayce responds nuzzling into your neck. Giggling scooting away from the affectionate gesture you whine as Jayces soft lips touch your neck, so different from his calloused hands that wrap around your waist. The inventors crafty hands slip under your shirt and graze across your ticklish stomach. As gooseflesh rises on your arms your eyes flutter and Jayce hums clearly enjoying himself.

Viktor chuckles watching you get flustered. “Where were you?” He questions as he sits on the other side of you tilting your face towards him. As you smile leaning into his warm hand he smirks slightly, enjoying the contact. “(Y/N)...?” He hums lips hovering over yours as he waits for an answer.

“Celebrating with Sky. I wanted you both to come but couldn't find you.” You respond and he nods satisfied before leaning in to close the gap. As Viktors lips touch yours Jayces hands begin to fiddle with your clothes.

“You found us.” Jayce teases and you shiver as Viktor deepens the kiss and Jayce continues to gently grope you. Their hands only getting more desperate as they squish you in-between them.

You did indeed. You found something you didn't even know you were looking for. A fact they seemed to be forgetting. As their lips crash against yours and their hands feel your body you whine. They shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be doing this. But the more they kissed you and the more you sunk into your sheets with their sweet words whispered in your ear the less you cared. Slightly hazy from the alcohol but enjoying the feeling none the less you wonder if life has always been this colorful. If it was the alcohol or the thrill of it all. And when you woke up would it still be this colorful entwined in their arms?

Or would the harsh truth of their breaking in ruin the morning mood? You're not sure and as they continue to kiss and hold you, only getting more desperate for you after waiting for so long, you realize that's a problem for tomorrow. For now it's colorful.

[evie-doesnt-write]

I feel because of Jinx and Viktor’s popularity in fandom (having some of the most annoying fans in Arcane fandom) and the attention they receive in the show itself, people forget/don’t realise how bad they were done by the writers in s2

[utilitycaster]

I have to say I find the "what if predathos is just a mindless hungry being/just a baby" argument utterly irrelevant to any discussion. Like RIP to you, literally, but if a mindless entity or an animal capable of killing me were to try to kill me, while I would hopefully make an attempt to de-escalate or capture it or safely escape without doing any harm, I would also in fact not feel bad if I had to kill it to save my life. It's interesting on an academic level to consider whether Predathos could have been reasoned with or stopped in other ways, but I do not judge someone who has watched their family disappear into its jaws for saying "I'm not waiting to find out"

[altocat]

Yes, you see Angeal is clearly the worst and a horrible person because *shuffles and squints at notes* he uses a shovel as a joke weapon in EC. Which is ironic because he didn't bury the dead mother who experimented on him. With whom he didn't attack or show any other external emotion towards other than grief and remorse.

Genesis killing his parents is fine though. Because he buried them. You know. After he and his clones killed all the villagers, too.

/sarcasm

Make it make sense

[meatsound]

i am enjoying veilguard enough but the game really does piss me off with how stupid it thinks you are

[courfee]

@into-the-jeggyverse | "couple" | wc: 383

the one where james is in love with sirius

James has seen the way Regulus looks at him when he thinks no one will notice. He has seen his eyes follow him during Quidditch matches, linger on the parts where his shirt clings to his chest with sweat. Has seen the glare whenever James flirted with someone else. Even if Regulus would have never said it out loud, James could have figured out how the younger boy feels about him.

He also knows how he himself feels about Regulus. Which, most days, is blatantly indifferent, if he doesn’t focus on the couple relevant details.

James doesn’t much care for Regulus watching him desperately. He only cares for the icy grey eyes turning hot with want when he unbuttons his shirt too far. He doesn’t care for Regulus throwing insults at his head when they pass each other in corridors. He cares for the sound of his voice, sharp and biting as he tries to conceal his underlying flirtations. James doesn’t care for the way Regulus looks walking with his friends, or playing Quidditch, or sitting by the lake under a tree. He cares a lot however for the soft, dark curls framing his face. For the proper way he carries himself, straight back and confident steps. For the rings on his long, slender fingers, contrasting his light skin. For the way he tilts his head back when he laughs, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

When he looks at the details, it is Sirius he sees. When he looks at the details, it is the only time he gets to feel wanted by the one he truly cares about.

Sirius doesn’t know, of course. James doubts he would much care if he did, with the way he clings to Remus’ side at any hour of the day, fingers adorned with silver rings tracing the lines of a body that isn’t James’, pretty pouty lips leaving kisses on someone else’s lips, hands that aren’t James’ in his soft, dark hair.

So James pines from a distances, and he wants from up close. And when he pushes Regulus against the wall in a secret passageway between classes, hands in dark curls, licking across pretty pouty lips while silver rings press cold into the muscles of his back, his mind sings the name of another man.

[cabinetduo]

underrated cabinetduo era was them during new L'manburg, not that anyone was unaware of their dynamic at the time but good lord were so many people annoying abt it

[mx-legend-of-faye]

Don’t piss off the person in charge of your meals.

Forget copious amounts of goron spice, if the chain really pisses off Wild they’re making either dubious food, rock hard food, or monster stew. What’s the rest of the chain going to do, cook a 5 star meal to avoid the purposefully icky food? No way, the most elaborate meal they can make is absolutely nothing compared to what Wild makes for them when he hasn’t been pissed off by them.

[tigergendermoved2tigergender]

Remembering the toxic hellscape that was 2015-2019ish SU fandom and just how much hate the show got is really insane when you rewatch the show after it's been a while. Like the show is good what the hell were any of these people talking about

[vics-chrysopoeia]

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And so ends episode 1! With a setup for a silly joke many many MANY pages in the future, because that's how we roll!

Buckle up! Episode 2 (and maybe 3, if I decide to split E02 in two) will be a vehicle for me to get a few other jokes and setups out of my system, while sowing the first seeds of the drama parts in the horizon.

See you in Pain in Paradise!

[franzsiska]

mag 142 scrutiny my beloveddddd

[vickyvicarious]

Seward sounded a little rushed at the start today. But I love how he said "our bird".

At any rate, we have proved one thing; that the spells of quietness last a reasonable time. We shall in future be able to ease his bonds for a few hours each day. I have given orders to the night attendant merely to shut him in the padded room, when once he is quiet, until an hour before sunrise.

So he's been straightjacket/locked in the padded room for most of the day STILL. It sort of sounds like even when calm, he's still being put in the padded room instead of his own room, just minus the restraints. This is kind of interesting because it runs counter to Seward's plan to let him escape. I suppose that was meant to be just a single opportunity and when he didn't go for it they went back to the restraints and other room as long as he was still having those rage/calm behavior shifts. (Unless I'm misreading something?)

Of course, when Renfield escapes anyway, (sounds like he maybe had to use the door since he is in this other locked room presumably without a usable window. that or it would take too long to get out a window now that they are watching him more closely) Seward doesn't exactly mind. The way he sounds so excited when he says "the patient has once more escaped."

And then after catching up to him again... I think it's a great delivery of "something ominous in his calm" and in context of knowing this is a horror novel it makes perfect sense but like. Seward doesn't know that yet. What he does know is that he's allowed a patient to escape his asylum while convinced they are dangerous/murderous. In fact, the patient escaped twice when he wasn't trying to let him out, even though he was willing to let him out. And yet, Seward only talks vaguely about an ominous feeling, and doesn't express any regret about allowing these escapes to happen or worry for any concrete consequences. It feels like he has surrendered to the kinds of impulses he earlier was resisting/warning himself against (give him a cat for science, push him to the brink of madness to see what happens) but now isn't even noting down that he's going really far.

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

ok so given everything went well the the Bride’s Reanimation what exactly did Dan decide to do? Because while he did agree to her creation with the agreement that she would be his replacement Meg, she’s not she has a different brain and based on what we saw a different personality what will Dan’s reaction be if she’s not what he originally wanted? Will he get discontent and look for happiness elsewhere like he did with Herbert? Will he resent her for not being Meg? Even if she was similar enough for him there’s no guarantee that she would love him back, which is extremely understandable since he is essentially her parent. What if the Bride just isn’t into Dan at all and just wants a dad? Will he leave? Will he blame her? Will he blame Herbert? Will he just lose it and try to inflict harm (he’s not emotionally stable especially not when it comes to romance) I’m kinda curious to know what will happen

[danisnotmyname]

A silly thing I saved the other day. This story got me into trouble in the tumblr caos community. I've learned so much from my mutuals. And of course I have anon to thank for sending the delicious prompts. Please don't ever stop.

To honor my promise that I'll be getting worse, here's a fic about a good Christian woman getting corrupted...then she corrupts right back.

Rated M, 1.9k words

Summary: Mary Wardwell gets involved with satanic actions and she learns to push back. *** Mary had thought that, after being possessed by a demon, being bossed around by god-knows-what terrors, she'd be too confused to feel proper sympathy. But no. When Sabrina clung to her, she felt something, whether it was the old desire to be needed, to be helpful, or something else entirely foreign—Mary has to deal with that out-of-body experience a lot these days.

Sabrina wanting her in a carnal way is the perfectly twisted fix to drag her back into reality.

[shidoukanae]

TME PMV frame thingie WIP

I absolutely adore Helene and Lyla's relationship in both iterations of TME's story and i NEED more qpt gal relationships like theirs is i s2g

it's really, REALLY hard to get me sincerely invested in relationships between female characters but damn am i invested in this one.

Something about a do-good heroine who is abnormally hostile only towards her own half-sister for seemingly no reason (read: "no reason") is a dynamic i can't get enough and seeing Lyla constantly make efforts in both the manhwa/LN to reach out to her is so bittersweet and yet amazingly well done

(and i can't praise enough how amazing Helene is handled as a deeply flawed female character!!! She's genuinely the best written female character ive seen and i wish more gals were written as amazing as she is TwT)

[nokikissa]

uh oh gamers