#hare viktor

[ratsketches]

Inextricably bound in every universe 💞🌌✨

(designs by https://x.com/mitcheechee & https://x.com/flawnsfw with some slight tweaks to them)

[zaltynn]

started and finished arcane recently and have been doing nothing but readinf jayvik fics oops

an art moot gave me the idea to draw aki in attire like he was from the show :3

with his lungs so damaged, he definitely would have to wear a mask all the time, whered he get it? idk lol - maybe he stole it, maybe he got it made for him through a commission, who knows

[chickengeak]

Various studies I’ve done over the past couple of years

[theodoreangelos]

Happy New School Year! Vintage Soviet First Day of School Card, Illustrator Viktor Sidorovich Kraposhin. Moscow: Fine Arts, 1984. С началом учебного года! Заяц изучает букварь. Художник Виктор Сидорович Крапошин. Москва: Изобразительное искусство, 1984.

[isyutajapan]

viktor hare with mcr lyrics......

and mh hare

[sovietpostcards]

A hare in the Sikhote-Alin nature reserve. Photo by Viktor Voronin (Primorsky krai, Russia, 1990).

[theicarusconstellation]

I just saw your ‘fic dynamics im brewing’ post and I needed to scuttle over here to shout PLEASE I LOVE THIS!!! They sound like SUCH fun dynamics I’m so here for it!!

AHHH THANK YOU😭

i’ve got three on the mind right now, all of which involve that family dynamic lmao. one is a jayvik sleeping beauty au (viktor is briar rose, jayce is phillip) with a side of lightcannon alice in wonderland (lux is alice, jinx is the hatter, and isha is the march hare😭), one is a fix-it set in canon with the classic “what if jinx met viktor and jayce instead of silco after the bombing?”, and one is an angsty modern au with phd candidates jayvik

i just love their freakish little family😭esp when viktor knows silco, which he does in the sleeping beauty au

here’s a lil piece of it (it’s still in very early drafting stages)

In the beginning, all was one, and one was all. Past, present, and future captured in a sole singularity. Such vastness compressed into near-nothing seemed to contain naught but crushing matter, but looks can be deceiving.

Defying all laws and logic, deep within the humming lay a single star, trapped within the pressure of all existence. It struggled and fought, but nothing could break it free of this terrible prison. That is, until it turned its glow inward, to the little soul carrying all its weight. This little soul used all its might and pushed, freeing its star in an explosion of celestial forces. In doing so, however, it tore itself into trillions of pieces, scattering across the newly fragmented realities desperate for reunion.

This story is only one small portion of the soul’s search for unity, a search that culminates in the perfect merging of the two first divisions that fell — the final divisions to mend. Many other tales like this exist across realms and realities, worlds and wonders, yet they are all worth telling. Listen well, for if one pays close attention, they may witness one of the beautiful unions of that sweet, sweet soul and its inextricable cosmic vessels.

[intrnetrbl]

Guys what do I title this Viktor smut…?

Lee, what is it about? Uhhh, you know what? I don’t think I need help, nvm :)

Lee.

FINE! It’s about…

(i’m warning you now, tread carefully HAEHWKADBWJ)

A breeding kink… where Viktor believes you’re the perfect partner to make babies with—like on some natural selection shit (kmn 😭)

N e ways, I’ve got “The Hare’s Design” as a title idea, but I feel like I need something else.

And I can’t find any song inspo other than like the House of Cards instrumental like??? 😭

[jayceofprogress]

saint brenard ..... viktor hits me as a mountain hare but dont tell him i said that because he's going to hit me upside the head with his cane

Ha! Yeah, I can see it.

And I won’t say a word. Trust me, you don’t wanna get on the wrong end of that cane.

[sunshinetomioka]

Had an idea cor a beastar AU for Arcane and then boom artblock so you only get a sketch of my idea of Jinx being an Hare (and Vi would be too)

+ Viktor would probably be a wild cat, Mel a mixed fox/wolf whose wolf side only started to be seen after she awaken her power.

[shilohthegreat]

dæmon au jayce and viktor .... jayce is a st brenard and viktor is a mountain hare

[lobster-tales]

Lux's Adventures in Underland

Rating: Mature CW: Self-harm, mild blood Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 This work is available here on AO3

Chapter 8: The Chessboard Battle

Lux dreamed of Garen again. He looked worse, so much worse. The circles under his eyes had darkened. His hair, usually so kept and clean, was sticking out in all directions. His cheeks were gaunt, giving him a ghostly appearance.

He was yelling at someone. A man in a uniform. "Nothing!" he shouted. "An entire month, all the best that London has to offer, and nothing?"

Lux woke then. She did not remember falling asleep. Her fingers dug into the velvety blue duvet, and she sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. "Soon, Garen," she whispered. "I'll be home soon."

Night still reigned above the glass ceiling, and upon reaching for Jinx, Lux found that she was gone. The only memory of her was scrawled in lavender paint on the wall: Battlefield at dawn. Beneath the words stood a display of silver armor, a sword mounted beside it. A vorpal sword.

Lux strapped herself into the armor, marveling at the lightness of it, and took the sword in hand. At the bottom of the castle steps, the white unicorn grazed, also saddled with armor, a diamond pattern covering the reins.

She rode to the tea party, where Caitlyn and Jayce slept in a bed of grass, Vi snoring on Caitlyn's chest. Lux woke them gently, bidding them to rise and follow her. Despite much grumbling, they obeyed.

When all returned to the battlefield, the pawns had already been positioned on both sides, eight each: card soldiers for Jinx's red, and stone soldiers for Lux's white. Jayce the Hare took his position on Lux's side, Viktor the Cat opposing him on Jinx's. Their bodies doubled to take up both bishop's spots on the board. Vi the Dormouse doubled into the knight's position, opposite the Knave of Hearts, Sevika. Finally, Caitlyn the Hatter assumed the rook's position, opposite Ekko the White Owl.

The king's positions, Lux noticed, were taken up by tall stone statues. Hers looked like Vander Lane the ghost-man, while Jinx's was a skinny man with a scarred face, false eye, and a ring of pink paint around his neck. She did not recognize him, but knew implicitly that it was Jinx's other father, Silco.

The rising sun spilled its light over the proceedings, and the battle began.

❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢

Lux had never cared much for chess. She rather preferred checkers, to be entirely honest, as it was easier to comprehend and strategize. But it became clear that Jinx also had little experience with chess, and thus their dance was underway.

Each sent out pawns first. Jinx moved a knight Sevika into the field, Lux responding with a bishop Viktor. Jinx placed Sevika so that she was diagonal from one of Lux's pawns, and Lux gleefully ordered the soldier to capture her.

Sevika cracked her knuckles as she approached the stone soldier. She hurled a punch at the pawn, who managed to duck just in time and jab her with his rock spear. There was no wound to be seen, but Sevika still hissed in frustration. She feinted right, and as the soldier followed the misdirection, her other fist collided with the stone helm and shattered it. The soldier crumbled to dust, and Lux winced at the thought of any other pieces meeting the same fate.

Lux realized then with some frustration that the chess game was not about rules and strategy, but rather a match of force. Despite her annoyance, she was hardly surprised.

After witnessing the pawn's demise, Lux was far more careful about which pieces she sent out. She was particularly concerned about Vi the Dormouse, but the knight's speed and agility gave her an edge against her much larger adversaries. She crawled up the side of one of Jinx's card soldier pawns, her erratic movements causing him to smash his own face in with a mace.

On and on it went, for what felt like hours. Lux lost one of her Vis to an Ekko, one of her Caitlyns to a Sevika, and three more pawns. Jinx lost both Viktors, one to Caitlyn and one to Vi, as well as two pawns. She scowled as one of her Ekkos fell to a Jayce, gripping her own sword tighter.

Jinx raised her blade and aimed it towards Lux. "Your move," she snarled through gritted teeth. "My queen."

Lux made her choice and steeled herself, knowing what must occur. She stepped forward, taking her spot on the chessboard so that she was directly in Jinx's path as a queen, and waited.

Jinx's eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, she seemed afraid, unsure, but the moment passed and she squared her shoulders.

The queens met at the center, vorpal swords in hand. Jinx lunged first, and Lux parried just in time, knocking the blade away from her shoulder. The attack nearly caused her to lose her balance, so she righted her feet, widened her stance, and lunged back.

The swords snapped and clicked as they exchanged attacks, parries, counterattacks. Lux had never trained in swordplay in the real world, but here, imagination helped to fill in the gaps, guiding her blade. Confidence became her ally, her movements certain as though her body was used to them.

With a scream, Jinx brought her sword down towards Lux's head, who parried, her sword parallel to the ground. Jinx glared at her through the crossed blades, snarling, "You can do better than that, Lux!"

"So can you," she said, shoving the sword away.

They clashed, over and over.

Lux was growing tired. Jinx saw an opening, feinted, then leapt back as Lux lunged. Jinx caught her guard with the tip of her own sword, flicking her wrist and freeing the sword, sending it clattering along the ground. Lux ran for it, but Jinx was faster, and seized both swords, crossing them in front of Lux's neck.

There was a cold, terrible silence, broken only by the two queens panting. Jinx pressed the sword tips down on Lux's shoulders, forcing her to kneel.

On her knees, Lux gazed up at her steadily. She felt no fear, looking into those crazed pink eyes: just acceptance. There was no contesting fate.

"You... lost," said Jinx, surprised. "I win. You have to stay here with me forever. All of you."

"You've won," Lux agreed. She leaned forward, pressing her neck against the blades. Lux grimaced at the pain, the slicing feeling against her skin.

"Stop!" Jinx shrieked, but did not back away. "What are you doing?"

"Do it," Lux said, her eyes never leaving Jinx's. "You won. Claim your prize."

"You can't be hurt," Jinx cried out. "I forbid it!"

"Perhaps my imagination is stronger than yours," and Lux pressed in again, hissing. This time, she felt blood drip down her neck.

"Stop it!"

"Take it," said Lux, unwavering. "It's yours. You already have my heart. Take my head."

"No," Jinx whimpered. "No!"

"It's yours," repeated Lux, and closed her eyes. "I'm yours."

But she did not lose her head. The pressure of the blades disappeared, and she heard the vorpal swords clatter on the checkerboard tile.

"I give up," Jinx choked. "I give up!" She snapped her fingers.

Lux opened her eyes to a door, a red door that opened to an ever twisting spiral.

"There," growled Jinx, gesturing carelessly to the chess piece prisoners. "There! There's the exit, now go!"

Before anyone could react, she fell to her knees in front of Lux, fingers trembling as they hovered near her bloody neck. "What have you done," she said hoarsely, and reached beneath her own armor, tearing fabric from her undershirt. Her hands shook gently as she bound Lux's wounds, the black cloth devouring the red. "Why would you-"

"Jinx," Lux murmured, and cradled her face with a gloved hand. "I'm alright."

Her mournful pink eyes were set on Lux's dressed neck, but her breath came more evenly. "You..."

"I won," Lux whispered, and guided Jinx to her feet. Their focus shifted to the chessboard.

The card and stone soldiers had frozen in place, losing all life as if it had never been in their possession. The prisoners had stepped away from the board, each face a mixture of surprise and concern.

The first to come forward was Viktor the Cat, who floated through the air. Up close, Lux saw that Heimerdinger the Caterpillar was clinging to the fur at the nape of his neck.

Viktor paused beside Jinx. "You know," he mused. "I enjoyed not feeling pain. That part was...nice." He looked woefully to the door. "But I miss my laboratory. And my friend Sky. I miss cold coffee, and ink on my fingers." He studied one of his furry paws. "Eh, come to think of it, I do miss my hands, particularly my thumbs."

"Your majesty," Heimerdinger's tiny voice, barely audible. "... Jinx. I... I'm terribly sorry, my dear. You were... are... the brightest mind I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

Viktor grumbled, "Rude."

Heimerdinger ignored him. "If you ever... choose to come back. I will do everything in my power as Dean to give you a place. Somewhere you can belong."

Jinx refused to look at them, but Lux saw her lip quiver.

When a moment had passed with no answer, Viktor and Heimerdinger entered the spiral, and disappeared. Sevika the Knave was next, and had decidedly the least amount of hesitation: "See you around, kid," she said with a two-finger salute, and pulled herself into the spiral.

Jayce the Hare hopped forward, but glanced back at Caitlyn nervously. She encouraged him with a nod, Vi the Dormouse mirroring the action from where she stood on Caitlyn's shoulder. Jayce also stopped beside Jinx, trying to think of something meaningful to say. "Well, your majesty, it's been..." He fretted for a long moment, trying to come up with an all-encompassing adjective, but gave up and said simply, "Well, it's been." And he too leapt into the portal.

Caitlyn the Hatter approached, slowly, as if she were afraid it was a trick. When she was at Jinx's side, she lifted her hand to Vi, letting her step onto her palm. Caitlyn set her on the ground beside Jinx, who still refused to look.

"Your maj- Jinx," said Vi. "Look at me. Please."

"I can't," Jinx whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. "I can't... see you like that. What I did to you."

"Then undo it." It was a gentle command.

Her breath shuddering, Jinx lifted her fingers, and snapped.

Vi the human rose, rolling her shoulders as she got used to her body again. Lux was stunned at the sight of her, the muscled, tattooed arms, the shock of pink hair. She certainly looked the part of a prizefighter.

Vi reached for Jinx slowly. Her hand came to rest on Jinx's shoulder, and while Jinx still wouldn't look at her, she at least didn't shrug away the touch. "I... thank you. Thank you for letting us go." Vi paused, mulling her words. "I really wish you'd come with us, but... I understand, if you're not ready."

Jinx folded her arms and said nothing.

Vi sighed, stepping around to face Jinx, hands on both shoulders now. Only then did Jinx meet her gaze, her eyes wet. "Oh, Pow-Pow," Vi murmured, using a thumb to wipe away a stray tear. "I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I never should've... I wish..." Lost for words, Vi simply pulled her into an embrace. "I love you, Powder," she whimpered into her shoulder.

Jinx held her too, crushing her, body shaking with quiet sobs. "I love you too," she said, barely above a whisper.

They held each other, neither letting go, until finally Vi pulled back, smiling through her tears. "Find me again, okay? When you come back to the real world."

Jinx nodded, sniffling. "Okay."

Meanwhile, Caitlyn had embraced Lux, whispering, "Thank you. For saving us," in her ear.

"I didn't free you," Lux corrected, glancing towards Jinx. Caitlyn responded with a thin-lipped smile, her eyes darting nervously to Lux's dressed neck.

Vi hugged Jinx again, kissed her temple. She stepped back and took Caitlyn's hand. Caitlyn shot Lux one final look of gratitude, nodded curtly at Jinx, and the two entered the portal.

Ekko the White Owl was the last. He pulled Jinx into a hug as well, whispering something to her that Lux could not hear. Whatever it was made Jinx break into a smile, and she punched him playfully on the arm. He looked from Lux to Jinx and back. Then he smirked sadly, and bowed low. "Your majesties." And he fell backwards into the portal.

Jinx stared at the portal long after they had all gone, listless. "Well?" she said. "Aren't you going too?"

"... No."

She whipped around to face Lux. "But... you won. You get to leave."

"I'm not leaving," said Lux, taking her hand. "Not until you're ready."

Jinx's confusion bowed to relief, and she leapt into Lux's arms, crushing their lips together. They held each other tightly, and looked at the portal.

"Not yet," murmured Jinx, trembling. "I'm not-"

"That's okay." Lux kissed her forehead.

"Maybe in a few days..." Her lips quirked into a smile. "And nights."

[lucytf2-irl]

some other fun facts about vixy in my hc of her!!

- vixy is half-deer/half-fox. fox from her dad’s side, deer from her mom’s.

- vixy has two older siblings. they are also technically her half siblings—they all have the same dad but different moms. she’s also the only one out of their family that’s multi-species

- she has an oldest brother name viktor, and another older sister named vanya. vanya is a mechanic that lives on corneria. viktor is a soldier turned mercenary who was stationed on katina but found his way to macbeth.

- vixy has. dead mom trauma. the wound doesn’t hurt all that much anymore. sometimes it just hits her and she has to be by herself for a little bit

- as soon as she could, when she was 18, she filed a petition to change her last name to her mom’s. she hated the association she had with her dad and his last name. he just thought she did it for “business” reasons, or that she was doing it so that people didn’t think she was getting things handed to her. she has a really complex relationship with her dad.

- her middle name is andromeda. victoria andromeda reinard

- she was always a born performer. from a young age, she would sing for people at her dad’s meetings or investors. she took music lessons as a little girl. she’s played a lot of different instruments, but she always finds herself coming back to the guitar and baritone ukulele.

- she grew up on katina, but she and her sister convinced her dad to let her enroll in the CCTA. the CCTA is where she attended high school. she never went back to katina after that

- vixy and james were never actually friends in high school. they always saw the other around, they were in some classes together, but they just had wildly different friend circles that never really overlapped. but she always liked him. she found him to be genuine and real in a school full of phonies

- vixy shared a class with beltino and lived near vivian (hare). beltino had a knack for sound mixing and being bass guitarist, and vivian loved playing the piano. they always joked that they would start a band if the CCTA and college went south, with vixy as their lead singer/guitarist and primary lyricist. their band name flitted between “Vixy Rei and the Prions” and “Vixy Rei and the Living Dolls”

- she would frequently pretend to take notes while she was actually songwriting. she would sometimes get in trouble during class for doing this. luckily no teacher was ever cruel enough to read it outloud to the class.

- vixy’s family was family friends of andross. so the two have known each other for a very long time. one of her first jobs was working as an intern in his lab. he really mentored her. they both viewed the other as family.

- vixy and james met again when they were 19 and 20 respectively. they were both in their second year of college. they met by complete chance again. in andross’ lab, of all places.

- an idea that vixy’s had ever since she was a litte girl (that she was able to bring to fruition eventually!) was finding a way to purify the air on venom or at least making the very hostile environment more livable. she was always enraptured by the air footage of venom, the big temples and ruins—and she’s always wanted for scientists or historians to be able to set up colonies on venom and be able to do field research. the venomian air purification project put her in a lot of very dangerous situations. people wanted that patent from her so they could profit off it.

- vixy wanted to name fox fionnbharr/finbarr. it was her maternal grandfather’s name. and if she was born a boy, its what she’s always wanted her name to be. she and james concede by letting it be his middle name. james finbarr mccloud jr.

- after her time in the CDAS was really beginning to wear down on her psyche, she was considering going back to school to get her certifications to be a teacher. but she wanted to teach little kids. or, she’d find a job as a pianist for the art school, the CMSA/cornerian magnet school of the arts

- sometimes, if she’s out in public, someone will recognize her from her “local cornerian band” days. she always finds it funny when a teenager would be the one to recognize her for it.

i have. so mant things to say about her

[isyutajapan]

arcane but its viktor as a hare rabbit things

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

[Viktor's hairpiece has been sucked up into the Bun-Vac.]

Viktor: I want... [lowers voice] my toupee, please.

Wile E.: Oh, yes, of course. We take cheques or cash.

Viktor: TOUPEE, you idiot! My hair is in in your machine!

Wile E.: Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare, I think you'll find, is a much larger mammal.

Viktor: Oh, out of my way, you! [retrieves his toupee] [To Ivana] I'm sorry, my lady. [the toupee is actually a yellow bunny] But I refuse to suffer any more humiliation at the hands of these blundering nitwits. I therefore bid you good day!

[mariacallous]

"Members of the intellectual community often visited Prymachenko - the director and artist Sergei Parajanov, writers Mykola Bazhan, Mykhailo Stelmakh, Mykola Vinhranovsky, photographer Viktor Maruschchenko, and others. Stelmakh, for example, asked Prymachenko to illustrate children's books for the Veselka publishing house. She did six books, four of his - Crane (1970), The Stork Takes a Shower (1971), You Reap What You Sow (1971), and Hare Wanted to Sleep (1989) - as well as Oy, Gray Horses (1968) and Baba Grinding Poppy Seeds (1970). These books have been criticized for further relegating Prymachenko to the naïve and juvenile. However, for her it was an opportunity to try the new role of illustrator, make some money, and perhaps even intentionally draw the censors' eyes away from her more critical pieces.

Baba Grinding Poppy Seeds, which she wrote and illustrated, is fully Prymachenko's creation. In her note, she said it was something of a fairy tale since it was supposed to be droll. But even here the theme of war pops up: some Cossacks are joining the navy, and the sailors are going to war. The story ends with the line "But where is that war? There is no war. The chestnuts are blooming along the Dnipro." It is bittersweet to read this now in 2023."

From “An Artist Who Outwitted The System: Maria Prymachenko”, an essay by Oksana Semenik in the “Maria Prymachenko: Glory to Ukraine/Марія Примаченко: Слава Україні” exhibit catalogue.