#english vi

[bawdza]

-🔈🔉🔊

Violet TWDG they will never make me hate you

[eve-to-adam]

I had a moment of enthusiasm and it shows.

Henry V x Catherine of Valois sketches.

[yannisdesk]

On Arcane & Antivillains

One thing I really enjoy about Arcane is how it handles antivillains.

For one, most of the characters (main ones) would actually fall into the category of antivillain at one point, or in the case of our two protagonists, become one. Arcane is arguably ripe with them.

An antivillain is essentially the opposite of an antihero. Simplified, antiheros do good things out of selfish or questionable motives, antivillains do things that are objectively bad or evil, but for noble reasons or for a greater cause. Another term for them is "sympathetic villain" however that term is too vague (there are villains out there who are sympathetic, but are none the less traditionally evil and therefore do not qualify as antivillains), and "antivillain" is a much better term mirror to "antihero." A common thread I've noticed among antivillain characters is some level of a Machiavellian approach to achieving their goals - the ends justify the means type of philosophy is something you'll always find characters that fit this category. At the very least, they dabble with it. In their eyes their actions are always justified because they're fighting for a good cause.

To put things into perspective, I'll use two examples. Harley Quinn shifts around, but she is frequently an antihero, take her depiction in both Suicide Squad movies. She does take down bad guys, however she's not doing so out of a sense of altruism, but to get a reduced prison sentence. Very cut-and-dry example of antiheroism.

On the flip side you have Magneto. Now from what I've seen (I've dabbled in the comics, but haven't dived in all the way) in the comics he gets very dark with the antihuman action. But in the Xmen movies, he definitely does some down right villainous stuff, but his intention remains the same - he wants mutants to live in a world free of bigotry and he's willing to do anything necessary to achieve that, including committing atrocities.

Now if this sounds very confusing to you and you swear you've heard these terms interchangeably or that you can think of several characters that are labeled as type A when they should be type B or vice versa, that's pretty normal. These aren't archetypical heroes and villains we're talking about, so it can be hard to categorize them, and honestly most characters in general will go back and forth or shift at one point or another, so all you need to know is that those definitions are the ones we're working with in this post.

Here are the characters from Arcane that I think suit this label, and others that I think will.

Disclaimer: this is not me hating on the characters. I love all of these characters for this layer to their character. This is not a "oh, look, this character is bad actually," post. If anything, consider it a celebration of their gray morality and how well its explored in the show.

Silco

Duh. Silco is objectively pretty evil. Setting up a drug empire that destroys your own people, getting in-cahoots with corrupt cops, killing kids, and aiding in destroying a young girl's mental health is multiple levels of foul. However, for him, all of this was part of an elaborate plan to liberate Zaun, which is being aggressively oppressed by Piltover. They were necessary sacrifices made to the cause, and worth it because it will bring forth better days for him and his people. Now obviously, a lot of his actions definitely have to do with his own ego, however the only time Zaun isn't prioritized is when it comes to Jinx, who is like a daughter to him, and even that realization comes to smack in the face late in his arc.

Sevika

I'd argue she's even more noble than most since she truly is rooted in the cause for Zaun. Not only is she willing to do some pretty bad things for the "greater-good", she's even willing to betray people who she views as unfit or incompetent. And what's even more telling is that she doesn't do this for power (which is arguably a part of Silco's prerogative). Sure, she's his #2, but he doesn't exactly show any favoritism. And Sevika seemingly isn't even trying to become the new leader of Zaun after Silco's death from the season 2 clips, but will support Jinx, despite the fact that she probably could dethrone her. She's no true blue hero, but she's not a megalomaniac either.

The Entire Council of Piltover (Minus Mel & Jayce)

As obnoxious as they are, none of them are mustache-twirling villains. As we see with characters like Sheriff Grayson (not a council member, but they share the same sentiment), they legitimately think they're protecting the city with their neglectful leadership and oppression of Zaunites. Yes, this includes Heimerdinger, who seemingly only started caring about Zaun once he was booted out of the council, so that places him firmly in antihero territory in my opinion.

Why did I exclude Mel and Jayce? Their plots are actually upward in terms of morality, especially Jayce who by the end is closer to being a traditional hero by prioritizing peace and progress over the status quo or war, and actively makes the first move of trying to right Piltover's wrongs. Mel's arc has also moved this direction as well, as she went from arguing that Jayce and Viktor should build Hextech weapons in case of war with the Zaunites, to fully embracing peace. You could argue that Mel wanting the weapons means she was at some point an antivillain, and I might agree, but as it stands, she's firmly in the clear.

So, why are the rest of the council still considered antivillains? Honestly, we just don't know much about their motivations to say. They ultimately did a good deed in voting for peace, but you know, one good deed doesn't wash-out the bad and vice versa. They're not even on thin ice for me, they're still fighting for the surface.

Marcus

Questioning your actions does not mean you can't be an antivillain, and Marcus is a good example of that. He's is kind of like Caitlyn if she were way less compassionate and very incompetent. Marcus does not think his actions are evil, according to show runners he only places Vi in Stillwater to protect her from Silco; he gets involved with Silco because he wants justice for the building explosion and it goes out of hand. That said, he also threw a child into a dangerous prison with no charges and with the intention of keeping her there for life, and worked with a kingpin who was actively antagonizing his own people while reaping benefits from an abusive system. So yeah, Marcus falls more into being an antivillain than full-blown villain, he's still firmly an antagonist though.

Ambessa

I know it's very popular in the fandom to call Ambessa a traditional bad-guy type of villain, but she is actually very nuanced. For one - she does not see her actions as evil, nor are her motivations behind doing them rooted in it. Ambessa, as she states in Mel's flashback, was raised in the Noxian way. Her grandfather literally made her search the dead bodies of the people they massacred when she was a youth, and she was indoctrinated to believe that this was in the best interest of her family and the Noxian people. By showing strength and ruthlessness, she's telling the rest of the world: "Stay away from House Medarda and Noxus." Hence, why Kino's death wrecks her, because she values herself over how effective she is at warding people off from messing with her family. Her main reason for getting involved with the war between Piltover and Zaun will 100% be because Mel's life was nearly lost due to Jinx's bomb, and this is coming straight off of her son's death mind you. So, while Ambessa may definitely be one of the most ruthless people on this list, she is not at Palpatine levels of evil yet, not by a long shot.

Jinx

You guys saw this coming, right? This barely needs an explanation. Jinx grew up in the Lanes, was a victim of Piltover's oppression multiple times throughout her youth, was willing to fight for their freedom as seen in episode 2, and in the end, that desire, along with her being adopted by Silco, manifested in her doing multiple acts of violence, including terrorism against Piltover, which frequently hurt people who weren't guilty of anything. (No, blowing up the building in episode 3 doesn't count as one of her evil deeds because it was an accident.) We understand completely why Jinx does what she does, even though it hurts to see her slip farther and farther into this mindset.

Vi

Way more subtle (for now) but I'd argue she's there come episodes 8 and 9. Hell, you could argue that her arc is about her sense of morality breaking down due to realizing how impossible the situation between Zaun and Piltover is, and embracing an "ends justifies the means" type mindset that Vander tried to sway her against back in episode 2. Wanting to stop a kingpin from using this new dangerous drug to destroy your city and sister? A noble cause, indeed. Not really caring that (or being passive over the fact that) children die in process because of their approximation to said bad guy? Yikes. [EDIT: Since we're on this topic: here's a link to where I explored this aspect of her character. I did this a while ago, but I thought it best to include it here too for added context). Now, I know what some of you are going to say - how is this any different from, say, Steve Rogers telling Wanda Maximoff that sometimes there's collateral damage when doing hero work? The difference is that Steve didn't argue that those people had it coming because they're associated with the bad guys/or in their way, which Vi does. That's some dangerous conviction right there, and we'll probably see that elaborated on in season 2 given that she's becoming an Enforcer which is a position that lends itself to abuse of power (and if it goes anyway like things do with her game counterpart, she will engage in police brutality and not see an issue with it, but given that Arcane's Vi is way more well, nuanced, than her game counterpart I don't think it will go on for long). While we're on the topic of Vi, according to her prison records, she had a notorious reputation while doing time to the point that I find it funny Silco didn't put 2-and-2 together that the girl with short pink hair beating the shit out of and attempting to murder all of his goons that went to Stillwater was possibly the same girl that wiped the floor with those same goons the night Vander died.

Potential Antivillains of Season 2:

These are characters that I predict will become antivillains at some point during season 2 based off of where their season 1 arc left and clues from season 2 teasers and clips. This is not me saying for sure this will happen, only a prediction. But if it does come true, I will gladly collect $5 per accurate plot point.

Viktor

Two words: glorious evolution.

We all love Viktor. We all love good-guy Viktor, and we will also more than likely love not-so-good-guy Viktor due to how complex that arc will be. If it will go anything like his game-lore (which I suspect it will) his noble intentions will never leave him, just simply evolve to include some less-than-heroic actions and justifications. He still wants to improve the undercity, and well, humanity overall, with hextech, motivated by the injustices he's been put through his own life and his illness, but he will go about it in some very unorthodox ways, and his arc in Arcane is about him confronting if he wants to "evolve" his morality for the sake of his ultimate goal, which is progress. Viktor would definitely agree with the sentiment expressed by Gloria Steinem (character depiction, not a real quote) in Mrs. America - "Revolutions are messy, people get left behind."

Caitlyn

I'm pretty sure she actually will become apart of the antivillain roster in season 2, but noting is for certain. Caitlyn is perhaps the saddest version of this there is, because we see where she starts out. She doesn't want to be like everyone else in her circle, she tries to break free and be better. She wants to do good by both Piltover and Zaun. She has hope, gentleness, and doesn't place herself above even those who occupy the lowest levels of Zaun. She puts herself, her status, and her life on the line to discover the truth, and comes out her time with Vi steadfast in wanting to help heal Zaun. She can be a little naive and ignorant, but she never does so with malicious or ill intent. She is the kindest person in Arcane.

But, given that her mother was killed in a terrorist attack set off by the new Head Zaunite in Charge, things will change. As we see, Caitlyn becomes a sheriff on the Enforcer squad, and now her goal is no longer to sow peace between Zaun and Piltover, it's to avenge her mother by assassinating Jinx. Of course, this will be due in part that Caitlyn thinks snuffing Jinx out will solve the problem, which will be ironic and hypocritical because she told Ekko that getting revenge on Silco won't solve anything in Zaun, but now that she's in the same predicament, the tables have turned and now diplomacy is off the table. She still has that hero-complex, as she lives by the lessons of Sheriff Grayson, but now it's with a twist. The idealistic Caitlyn who believed in giving peace a chance through reform is gone, and she now believes that there's little to no cost too great for her to achieve this, even if that (possibly - again season 2 hasn't come out yet, so we shall see) means hurting innocent Zaunites. And what's scary is that Caitlyn has the intelligence, dedication, talent, and efficiency to pull it off. Truthfully, I believe we won't just be getting Sheriff Caitlyn in season 2, but also Dictator Caitlyn.

[infinityinakiss]

harlem by langston hughes

[mrs-starkgaryen]

Favourite Shakespeare's Histories

After my other poll, I am going to be specific. There shall be a battle of the favourites!!

For the love of Shakespeare, please reblog for a better analysis

[sapphic-bf]

“vi is dumb/illiterate.”

she literally quotes english literature/poetry (“oil and water”, “inking poison in your ear”) and enjoys reading books, please be fucking fr lmao. 😭

[ghostbredtt]

I love yapping!! ^_^

[beforetimes]

super fun how you can see the way the writers switched-up on vi's character through literally like. two lines. one from s1 and one from s2

line from s1 [paraphrased]: "we don't mix. oil and water" from the break-up scene

line from s2: "i am the dirt under your nails, cupcake"

oil i ascribe specifically to vi and i think that story does too, as the only time it's previously mentioned is by vander's when emphasizing the importance of vi's role to the kids that follow her around.

"you ask for a fire, they show up with oil" (also paraphrased). you could characterize oil as something inherently impure when compared to water and that it's used to degrade her but oil in the earlier way it was mentioned contextualizes it as a spark that lights a fire and is ultimately useful in the undercity. water as ascribed to caitlyn when looking at oil as a spark can be seen as pointing to an inherent unavoidable nature to extinguish vi's fire but whatever. that is not the point of this.

when vi compares them to oil and water it emphasizes the separation of the two and that they'll never mix, but something to note is that oil sits atop water after settling when someone attempts to mix them together. when vi takes agency to separate herself from caitlyn she compares herself to oil, this metaphor does not situate vi as someone lower than caitlyn despite the inherent purity associated with water versus perceptions of oil as dirty

the line from s2, though, spits on this by directly characterizing vi as dirt, to start off with. then in her specifically being under caitlyn's nails, she places herself as physically lower than caitlyn. like, she describes herself as this dirty inconvenience that can not be dug out. very stark contrast from the way she displays her agency in the break-up scene from s1.

i think the lack of care the writers put into her character in season 2 can be seen in much larger ways but its also shown through something as small as the non-living things vi compares herself to

[syaolaurant]

Just some random sketches ...

Her morning stretch 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

Violette struggled during her first flight, plus she doesn't like wearing trousers at all...

The hug 👀 (not st official just for poses study haha, and I've just notice I have never drawn them kissing or hugging before 😅)

[doiliedaze]

Thin Ice: part one

Hockey! Vi x reader

Warnings: none in this part

Genre: fluff, angst

A/N: okay!! so this is my attempt in starting a series about hockey Vi based on this dream I had months and the Sailor Song by Gigi Perez and Moments by MOIO okay so wish me luck!! also none of my fics are truly edited I just re-read them till I can’t and pray my grammar is good. Reader is kinda naive/one track minded and very insecure in this. I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOCKEY SO BARE WITH ME!!

2

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I’ve been skating since I was a little girl. It was the only place I could call home. Skating was the only place I was finally the smartest and brightest in the room since I was perceived otherwise academically…and I do lack a bit in the common sense area.

They say there’s a zone we enter when we’re aligning our energy with the activity we love. My alignment is when I soar through the air, or just don’t fall flat on my ass. I was heading to the rink when I was stopped.

“What are you doing here cupcake?”

When my eyes focus on her I was taken aback as I try to quickly study her. Why was my roommate here? “You know I practice here.” I state as I lace up.

She chuckled as she looks me up in down. I’m in a black bodysuit covered by a pink skirt and leg warmers over my matching pink skates, my coily hair put into a bun by a bow. “The practice is reserved for the hockey team. Did you not see the schedule posted outside?” She says with a small smile, I tilt my head “they changed the schedule?” Her smile flatters a bit and twitches as she points to the wall. I make an “o” shape with my mouth putting the pieces together. She pats my shoulders and skates away. In reparations of me fucking up I stay and watch.

Our college; Piltover university offers an array of extracurricular activities and in my three years of being here I’ve never known of this damn schedule changing!

Number 6, is an interesting player and my roommate. She brings an obvious aggression that the sport needs but she’s so swift and fast. I don’t know much about hockey but I do know she just scored so I might as well cheer for her right? Wrong! Getting stared at with the small but big enough snickers for me was enough to make me wanna to shrink and crawl into a hole and dissolve into a sunflower seed and sprout- well you get the point. This pushes me to attempt a swift exit.

When making my hurried exit she skates to the edge and whistles at me to get my attention. “Don’t leave, I appreciate having a personal cheerleader.” Her plump lips growing into a wolf-ish grin as she stares me down, always wanting a reaction. “Well I’m not a cheerleader I’m an ice skater! No disrespect to cheerleaders though I mean that takes a lot of courage, I know I could never-”

“It wasn’t a diss cupcake.” She stated before winking and skating away.

My face has never felt this hot before! Today is the day of utter shame and cruel unusual punishment. Now I have to figure out a new place to skate because I refuse to make the same mistake again…or read the time sheet next time who knows!

I make a routine out of avoiding the rink around 5-8 so I go during the wee hours of the morning. Kinda killing my sleeping schedule but hey pride am I right?

I don’t skate to be on a team, I prefer to be by myself and skate for me. It gets lonely sure but no one has ever supported me in doing this. All the slick comments of “oh why not be a majorette? On a step team? Why’d you stop stepping? You wanna be any race but black! Blah blah blah!” Don’t get me wrong those are beautiful activities in my culture but black girls can be everything and more at once. When I stepped it was fun and I could feel the unity but the feeling skating gave me made me feel like the most beautiful and the closest to my blackness. So when it came down to picking what I really wanted I chose skating, and been on my own since, because girls like me don’t belong here. Proving people wrong has been my biggest motivation, maybe I’m being a hard-ass but I don’t care; it feels good when I do it in the end.

This routine I was practicing was more than difficult…axels hate me and I hate axels but I’m trying to land a quadruple axel.

My mind relaxes as my chest thumps, today feels like the day…something I tell myself a lot. My momentum pushed as “Pearls” by Sade plays. I push off my left leg to project myself into the air. One…two…three…four-ish? My spin wasn’t complete and my landing was shaky, but I can try again. So I tried again and again! Frustrated I push myself, my skates cutting deep as I try to gain speed. Leaping into the air I spin one…two…three…four times! However I land flat on my ass. “Fuck!” I yell and I cover my face and I can’t control the wobble in my lip when I hear claps.

“And here I thought you were sneaking out to do something cool.” Vi states as she carefully glides over.

“I don’t need that right now.” I mutter, “company?” She lays on the ice with me.

Vi and I’s relationship is complicated. When we met in freshman year we hooked up then we ghosted each other. Sophomore year we both joined the literature club and gained a true friendship with a side of fucking whenever we’re both single. Now junior year I just feel distant with her.

She rubbed my cheek, “you don’t talk to me anymore.” I move from her touch…wishing I didn’t, I know reaching out is hard for her. “I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry do better” she stood up shoving her hands in her pockets. “C’mon we’re going out.” I know not to argue so I oblige.

“The library?” I scoff in a whisper, “we are English majors.” She nudges me with her shoulder and I nudge her back.

We find a cozy nook and read our respective books. The two of us haven’t hung out in so long. I didn’t realize how much I missed her. I take her book. “Hey!” She reaches over me. Her pale blue eyes stare into my dark brown eyes. A soft blush spreads over her freckled cheeks and her eyebrows soften. “I miss you” we both whisper then laugh. Vi moves from me and takes my hand.

I’ve never been the type of person to be comfortable around others, wanting to be apart of a team but with Vi…I want to try everything.

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A/N: im so excited to start this series!! I wanted to challenge myself and I hope you guys enjoy <3

(Dividers by @dollywons)

[violetfield]

now playing .. calling all my lovelies!

by violetfield

(bruno mars, actually)

pairing: rugby player!vi x f!reader [established relationship]

college!au but this is kind of during summer break

~1.5k words

‘cause i can’t get a hold of you!

rugby player!vi who is absolutely adored by her fellow teammates. the way she carries the team single-handedly, cheers never faltering from the bleachers as vi constantly impresses the audience with the amount she’s scored. though, vi doesn’t really care when the thought of you not being one of those girls cheering for her, and how she wouldn’t have to look for you after her game and wrap her arms around you made her heart ache a little. you were the trophy she always ran to. but it hasn’t been that way since the last few games.

rugby player!vi who pushed that thought away — understanding that you might’ve been really busy with tasks — cheering, “drinks on me!” after being invited by her teammate to a celebratory after party, gathering in a dive bar. vi couldn’t turn down spending a good time with her teammates — it was well-deserved, she thinks.

rugby player!vi who’s incredibly dashing, making her enjoyable company off campus — hence why she’s always invited to parties and hangouts even after hours.

rugby player!vi who’s innocently unaware of her girlfriend spamming calls to her dead phone. your calls being sent straight to voicemail ..

“what the hell?” your lips drawn into a slight frown from vi being difficult to contact. it’s been an hour and you can’t get a hold of her, so you tried to get a hold of her teammate that you’ve talked to.. sometimes. still, she wasn’t picking up, too. you impulsively left messages, hoping she’d see them and tell vi about your messages.

you were back in your apartment, silently telling yourself you weren’t going to cry though you were left brokenhearted. you expected vi to come over to you after her match since you both haven’t seen each other that much, and you don’t know how much longer until the absence of her touch will finally end your suffering.

you both had a busy schedule — college and schtuff. you were dealing with a difficult, complicated major that demanded all of your free time — dedicating that time to something extra for your resume, while vi was occupied with her training schedules after academics and sometimes on the weekends, then partying or hanging around after with others when she figured you’d be busy finishing projects. when you did appreciate her thought of allowing you the much needed concentration, you’d appreciate vi’s presence more so.

rugby player!vi who was well-known around the campus — she wasn’t quite the social butterfly type, but rather being more of the approachable person. a person that would approach her would gain a new friend.

rugby player!vi who notices the flustered girls who try to get closer with her, but vi, being the loyal girlfriend she is, never really entertains those girls. but for you .. your face gets dusted a tint of green when you see other girls taking pictures with vi after a match.

“oh, meet my lovely girlfriend!” vi would pull you in by the waist almost instantly after the pic has been taken to somehow reassure you after noticing your expression. she introduced you to her friend. the pretty girl was definitely just a friend, but you couldn’t help and doubt it.

presently, rugby player!vi who’s seen in multiple stories, after the other, that were posted on instagram by the account of one of her teammates. vi appeared with her charming smile, usually in the center of the photos with her friends by her side. your slight frown resurfaced as you noticed the faces of the girls you were aware that has a crush on your irresistibly attractive girlfriend.

‘oh, so this is why she isn’t picking up the phone, huh? i’ll play that game too.’ you softly scoffed to yourself, calling your friends over to have yourself some company. it was only then you realized the time, a quarter till midnight, your friend alicia reminded you with her sleepy voice.

you didn’t back down, though. once you got a hold of one of your other friends and agreed to your invitation of an unusual spontaneous hangout, you dressed up in a little black dress with one of vi’s leather jackets over your smaller form. you remembered when you pleaded to vi to let her leave this jacket of hers for you to keep yourself warm, imagining it was her, whenever she was away — ‘silly but lovely’ , vi put it.

———

“c’mon ..” vi muttered in frustration, tapping away at her phone as she tried to dial you back. her knees bounced as she started to get anxious, wondering where you were if not in your apartment, until her question was answered as she checked her instagram and tapped through stories, coming across a photo that you appeared in — recognizing your all too familiar silhouette especially under the dim light of the club in a mini black dress with her jacket sliding down your bare shoulder. she realized she’s missed you too, and she was planning to prove that once you came back.

before she knew it, you came back to your apartment — finding vi hurriedly walking to the entrance once heard the muffled jingle of your keychain.

“doll — oh, you went out without telling me? are you okay?” she immediately greeted you with her arms around your waist, showering you with affection by placing multiple kisses atop your head as her hand snaked up to cup your face.

you only scoffed in return, your expression feigning slight indifference. yes, this was what you wanted — for vi to act exactly like this, but it wasn’t enough. you had to try to make her feel as hurt as how you felt from her constant absence.

“and you? what about you? how could i when i had difficulty trying to contact what seemed like you turned into a ghost, for an hour.” your voice was stern, unlikely from your usual gentle and loving demeanor only vi could witness. but your words were laced with thorns. she slightly pulled back, letting you kick off your boots and head into the kitchen.

“oh, so that’s what this is about?” she sighed, following you into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway, “darling, ‘m sorry .. i figured you were busy with your project. i remember you ranting to me about it on call ..” “honestly, i would’ve appreciated your presence hours ago.” your soft voice cut her off.

“ .. i know, cupcake —“ ‘didn’t seem like it.’ your look said as you softly scoffed. vi’s jaw slightly tensed before continuing, “— but it was the last party after our last game .. i hoped that you’d understand.” she stepped closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind and buried her face into the crook of your neck, then lifting her head, her chin resting on your shoulder. are you seriously planning to warm up cookies right now?

“you’re just .. always out, y’know. we haven’t seen each other in weeks.” as you lifted the tray, vi lifted her touch to let you place the cookies in the oven.

“as much as i hate to admit — your absence is killing me.” oh, how touch-deprived you were. it was expressed by the hurt tone of your soft voice. you missed her so much.

“yeah? well guess what, me too, cupcake.” vi admitted, and you stood straight before her after. your gaze softened the slightest, pupils dilating the largest as it ran over vi’s face, subtly admiring her features as you did. “i don’t see it.”

“let me make it up to you then.”

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ouuhh.. this was messy.. anyway!

lemme know if u guys want the continuation :3 will contain smut ofc

[knighthelm]

It's almost Valentine's! I was able to finish the Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou piece for my Wars of the Roses series <3

Henry VI tends to be brushed off as a mentally-ill and ineffective monarch to this day, and it's difficult to find information that does not infantalize or malign him. Margaret of Anjou, my favorite figure from this period, would was a steadfast pillar of support for Henry until the day he died. A lot of historians paint Margaret as only supporting her husband to secure the throne for their son, but I find that narrative difficult to be the only reason. Margaret campaigned for Henry's release from captivity tirelessly and worked extremely hard to gather support for his reign and even raised armies for him. While their relationship doesn't have the passion and flare that Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville did, I think their kind of devotion is exemplary in royal diplomatic marriages from the period.

[eve-to-adam]

Okay, so these artworks are called

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Life if beautiful.

[lynnlyrae]

The angels weep for time that never was, 

For broken vows and promises unmade. 

Their hearts are open wounds – what is left to mend? 

And yet within these hollow ribs blood and water blend. 

The dreams still linger and refuse to fade

In the cathedral of our love that almost was 

And will be. On this earth

Let’s have our fair share 

Of blood and water both,

As angels never dare. 

[dovesnswords]

My blueberry (fever) dreams

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Warnings: SESBIAN LEX!!!!!! Doing said lex while drunk, Emo Vi.

Also guys, this is set in Season 2 Act 2 of Arcane, precisely, when Vi is dancing in that club and then hallucinating Cait.

AND!!!!!!! It's MANDATORY to watch the edit of that exact scene by @/hugebrainrot on tiktok (song: latch).

(jk. or not jk... we'll never know)

P.S while reading this, I listened to The Weeknd's - Coming Down, it goes well with the vibe of this fic.

btw, this is the fit we f****** in:

The music was blasting at the highest volume.

Every single person in the club could feel the deep vibrations. Atmosphere was dim, dark. Lights flickering on and off so fast, every movement looked cut in half. It was all a blur - you couldn’t be sure where you were going, how you or anybody else was dancing, but that made everyone in the club even more carefree and reckless – it was Zaun, after all.

Vi was dancing to the beat, head thrown back, eyes closed, booze in her hand. What wouldn’t she give to catch a glimpse of her. Even for just a second. Was she really as beautiful as her mind remembered? The question always came to her, whenever she would be away from Cait, even for a single day.

Is her brain romanticizing or did she really look that magical? Her sharp mind, confident demeanor. That headstrong attitude that pissed her off so bad sometimes. All while being so sweet, so lovely, so cute -

Her pretty girl…

Others didn’t know. They wouldn’t understand. But she knew. Vi knew. Vi knew all of her.

Gosh! She would do anything to just catch a glimpse of that dark hair and beautiful eyes. What if she just opened her eyes right now and Cait was there, looking back at her? Acknowledging her existence? What an honor that would be…  

Vi stumbled to the bar, raising two fingers, signaling the bartender for another shot. She saw her own reflection in the mirror between the shelves. It was all a blur, but from what she could make out, she was a mess. Dark black eyeshadow smudged all over her cheeks, intense blue eyes returning her own gaze, hair tousled and grown out in the back. God... 

Little shot glass was put down swiftly in front of her.

“On the house,” the bartender said smiling, “we bet on you the previous week, you fought like a beast.”

She gave a nod, even tried to force a smile back. Poor guy, probably hasn’t seen the “beast” fight after that. Oh but gosh, who gives a fuck? Even that shit got too boring for her. She would beat whoever in that game and...? Then what? After a while it got too repetitive, the adrenaline was out of it, naturally it wasn’t as easy when she started drinking, being half out of it - that way it was at least a bit more interesting, or maybe that’s not the word, maybe it’s bearable. Life too, was a bit more bearable. 

She raised the shot glass to her lips, glancing back at the dance floor –

In that very second her heart did that weird thing: felt too heavy, like it weighted a ton, dropped down and then felt too light, as if her chest was suddenly hollow. Then, her brain caught up as well and she realized she saw a familiar blue in the crowd. Disappearing and reappearing.

Vi put the glass down and got up quickly. Leather jacket lost somewhere, she squeezed in the crowd, towards what seemed to be pulling her in. Calling her relentlessly, just by merely existing. 

There! She saw her again. 

Was it really her though? It would not be the first time Vi’s mind tricked her into “seeing” the person she longed for so much. Vi shoved off a drunk guy or two, her back and arms flexing, scanning the crowd as she went through it.

Did she lose her?

Suddenly, in front of her, she saw a girl. Her hoodie on. Familiar, but not quite right. Vi tried to look at her from the side, she put her hand out, very carefully nudging her shoulder. At that, the girl turned around, confused brown eyes looking back at Vi as she felt a pang of painful disappointment in her chest and excused herself. Definitely not the first time this had happened, but God, she was so sure…

Her heart felt heavy now, chest hollow.

Uh, whatever…

With her head hung low, she turned around to leave and when she looked up, suddenly, everything turned into a slow motion. She was face-to-face with her. Everybody around disappeared. Everybody, but Cait, standing in front of her, with a hint of smirk on her lips. Gorgeous blue, feline eyes looking at Vi’s, mischievously, intensely.

Vi had to close her eyes, take a deep breath in, and then open them again, just to check if it was all real. Still a blur, lingered in the back of her mind. All the colors around seemed more vibrant and bright; Vi blinked at that, very slow, in confusion. 

She took a step forward, but Cait took a step back.

“Hey…”- Vi mouthed; reaching out. Pained expression etched on her face.

But Cait didn’t really care, dodging her attempts to reach her, talk to her, say something to her. 

Without returning a word, she turned around, glanced back at Vi, playfully, naughtily; and went forward. The message thrown at the pink haired woman was clear: Follow me.

And she did. She always did.

Always would.

Gosh… Was this all true or just a dream? 

The scent. She could not see her well, but she could smell her intoxicating familiar floral scent and HER. They were leaving the dance floor now, Vi following behind Cait, and then very suddenly, they both appeared in Vi’s room. 

In a second, the pink haired woman was falling back on her bed, back colliding with the wall, with Cait on her lap.

Oh fuck.

Intoxicating scent, intoxicating scent, her hair, her skin- Vi grabbed her long thighs and pulled her up, closer to her. 

Their noses brushed very briefly, both were like animals ready to devour each other. Vi tried to kiss her, but Cait tilted her head back, not giving in to what they both wanted. Laughing at Vi’s struggle and pained, needy expression. Vi thought she might go insane. So she slid her hand across Cait’s scalp and grabbed the roots of her hair hard, holding her in place. Staring at her pretty face, holding her firmly, with her other hand still on her thigh, caressing it lovingly and then grabbing it hard - out of desperation.

Vi, lifted her hips into Cait’s core, the rough material of her pants making the latter hiss and and part her lips momentarily – at that Vi took the opportunity and smashed her lips into Cait’s, tongue invading her mouth. Cait was thrown off-guard, Vi was acting wild and it turned her on tremendously. So, absentmindedly, she started moving her hips back and forth on Vi’s lap,  

“Come on cupcake, grind on it” Vi said, grabbing Cait’s ass in her rough hands. 

And Oh, Cupcake did.

Somehow, Vi felt the friction as well. Her core buzzing with need. She licked up a stripe up her lover’s neck, caressed her dark hair. Leaving wet kisses behind her ears. Inhaling her sweet scent, tasting her cream skin. Fuck. She was like a deprived animal. It was never enough. 

She then started to open Cait’s neat shirt buttons one by one, looking up at her from time to time, to see her pretty face focused, brows scrunched up as she was pleasuring herself on Vi’s lap and thighs. 

She was her girl, Vi thought. 

Could heaven be better than this?

She doubted.

Having her shirt unbuttoned completely, Cait slid it off of her own arms slowly, never looking away from Vi’s face, who was staring at her breasts, mesmerized. When the shirt fell on the floor, she slid her slender fingers into Vi’s hair instead, caressing her lovingly.

Vi, looking up at her lover tenderly, with her hands on her waist, moved her head down to Cait’s chest and took one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking it eagerly. Cait arched her back and tightened her hands in Vi’s hair.  Vi felt dizzy, face all flush and red, eyes closed, while she gripped one of Cait’s breasts in her rough, calloused hand and massaged it. licking and sucking the other so intensely, it left purple marks on her perfect skin.

“I-” the woman on top was trying to say something. “Vi, I’ve been with someone-”

Vi rolled her eyes.

Yes. 

Yes, Obviously.

That ginger bitch. Maggie, wasn’t it? but honestly, in that moment, who gave a fuck?

“Yea?” She chuckled, “I don’t really care cupcake”

At that, Cait grabbed Vi’s hair suddenly. Hard. Looking at Vi’s flushed face and lidded eyes from above, how could she resist that? So she crashed her lips into hers, tongue entering Vi’s mouth harshly and deep. Nothing about it was remotely civil. It was like she was trying to devour her, all while never stopping her grinding.

What a minx, Vi thought.

Cait sighed into her mouth, foreheads resting on eachother's.

“Vi, listen” and she was, with her whole being. “Did you miss me?” Cait tilted her head, smirking. Vi was disarmed, she couldn’t even trust herself to speak, so she nodded, eagerly. 

“Mhm?... then show me.”  Her accent heavy, “Prove it.” 

…

Fuck?

Is that what angels sound like? Is there anything Vi wants more?

It took her a second or two to sober up and very swiftly, with her strong hand, she grabbed Cait’s neck firmly, but tenderly and laid her down, so the latter was now beneath her.

Never letting go of her hold on her neck. Vi lifted one of her own legs so it was now over Cait’s, the other still under - Their clothed cores touched each other. 

Neither of them had any patience to get rid of their garments. Confusingly for Vi, everything was heightened anyhow, so with her pants and all, she grinded down Cait’s panty-clad, wet core, hard. 

White waves of pleasure shot up Cait’s whole body, the friction from Vi’s pants making her widen her eyes and throw her head back.

Vi bit her lip and moaned out loud, eyes closing, eyebrows scrunching. It was all almost too much. The grinding – sloppy and intense, both of them dizzy from the insatiable need of each other. Cait reached up and brought Vi’s face down, clashing their lips together. Tongue swirling in her mouth, the latter whined, moaned into Cait’s, “Fuck. Cupcake”, never stopping her powerful grinding. Cait raised her hands and took a hold of the bandages that were encircling Vi’s beautiful bust and back, and pulled it, revealing Vi’s beautiful tattooed upper body in all its glory. 

At that, Vi rose up, stopping the movements all together and ripped off whatever fabric was left on Cait’s body and went to working on her own pants, while her lover watched and admired.

When she finally got rid of them, with her strong arms she grabbed Cait’s leg, and maneuvered it so that it was thrown over her shoulder, while the other was trapped underneath Vi’s muscular thigh.

She picked up her pace again. This time their naked cores touching each other. Very wet and very rough. Harder. Faster. Grinding her hips back and forth, never letting go of Cait’s leg, hugging it tight to her chest - everything felt dizzy, the knots inside their stomachs were getting tighter and tighter. 

Everything was so wet, rough, near-painfully good.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” was pouring out of Vi’s mouth on repeat, like she was in a trance.

She really did love her. So, so much. She opened her eyes a bit to look at Cait, who was moaning so loud. Fuck, she thought to herself, if it was possible, she’d have her like this forever, and universe knows she’d never tire of it.  Because of these thoughts, even though both of them were approaching their orgasms, Vi paused, earning a whine from Cait.

Unsurprisingly, she was overcome with the overwhelming need to be even closer to her, so she needed to do something about it: She adjusted Cait’s leg that was falling off to the side. Secured it, so that it was thrown over her shoulder as before and without letting it go, leaned down – folding Cait in half in process, having her in some sort of mating press.

Having Cait in such a vulnerable, open position, Vi licked her lips and picked up a brutal pace. The bed squeaking with the movement.

“Vi!” Cait screamed, her eyes widening at the overwhelming sensation. She couldn’t help but throw her head back, but Vi didn’t let her, she held her head in it’s place - she wanted to watch her pretty girl’s face.

They were looking intensely at each other; Cait staring at Vi’s gorgeous plump lips.  With her brows knitted together, she could feel how close Vi was to her, her body soothingly heavy on top of hers made everything feel… safe, for some reason and with one of her legs trapped underneath her Vi's and the other encircled in her hand, there was just nowhere for her body to go, so all that was left for her was to take what Vi was giving her.

And Vi… Vi, her Violet, was as always, giving her a. lot.

Eyes teary from the intensity of it all, Cait grabbed Vi and smashed her lips against hers. Moving her hips up into her core relentlessly.

They were making out passionately, obscene sounds filling the room. Heat pulling into their abdomens, they pressed their clits against each other even harded, vigorously rocking their hips faster and unbelievably closer into one another's. It was too much, too intense, a bit painful even, but too good to even consider slowing down.

Vi could feel the knot tightening rapidly. Both of them held their breaths as their bodies went taut and their orgasms hit them like a truck.

Cait’s hand flied to the wall behind her as hot white pleasure exploded from their cores to their entire bodies, then maybe even towards each others'. Legs shaking, everything tightening. Again – it was too good to stop. Cait threw her head back, and exposed her neck to Vi, who licked a broad stripe up towards her chin and then her tear-stained cheeks, chasing her lips and devouring her with her tongue, never slowing her savage grinding, her lover’s eyes rolling bac-

Vi was bolted upright, shaken awake, heart racing, bedsheets wet from her sweat, her head pounding and eyes watery from how hot she felt. 

She had a fever.

And after that dream, also a problem that needed to be satiated.

Simultaneously, somewhere in a huge mansion in Piltover, Cait pulled her sticky fingers out of the covers, still not opening her eyes, relinquishing in her daydreams, breathing fast.

One in the upper city, other in Zaun. Separate worlds, so far apart.

Yet both had pain in their chests. Lump in their throats. Hollowness in their bellies and that greedy, insatiable, primal need for one another.

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YALL I HOPE IT WASNT TOO BAD.

Have a great night/day, let me know if you like it!!! muah!

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So….first my first ever piece of historical fanart. And who better to start with than my favourite historical figure, Henry VI!