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Personal Pigments Viktor x Reader (Part 2) - Burnt Umber
Find the premise and first part of the fix here. Find my imagine that inspired it here. Thank you for reading <3
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An enforcer led you down the long hallway. Your footsteps echo out of time with his. You were supposed to have met with the Dean two hours ago but Piltover’s council had a meeting that ran long. You can’t imagine the stress of all those titles, yet it still irks you that he barely spoke to you before passing you off to an enforcer promising to “be there in the turn of a cog.” Something about the enforcer’s gruff sigh tells you he must say that a lot. The air of the hallways seems still, and you can’t tell if your nervousness is what puts an eerie feeling on your walk or the lack of people. For a city of progress, you figured the Academy would have more bustling inside the walls. But you do appreciate the peace, hands tracing the spine of your portfolio as you follow alongside the man in blue.
“Is it usually this empty?” You chance the question.
“Mm, it’s break season ma’am. You’ll see more people in a couple weeks.” Right. This was technically a school. Students would be making up most of the populace.
“Do you enjoy the quiet?” Small talk attempted.
“I do.” The same sigh he let out in the Professor’s company follows the two words. Small talk denied.
You hum in acknowledgment, tightening your grip on your portfolio. The awkward silence that follows is broken up by sounds of boots on tile, someone ahead of you. Another enforcer by the looks of it, she glances at you before giving your guide a terse nod. He returns the gesture before slowing his pace in front of a door. He waves his hand towards it and starts walking away.
“Shouldn’t we wait for the Dean?” Mostly you just didn’t want to be left alone in this huge building for another hour if the Dean loses track of time again. Another sigh, much more exasperated than the last two. He turns around to face you, annoyance on his face.
“The Dean,” he practically hisses the word, ��will be here eventually. Do not wander, just wait here.”
You just nod as he turns around again. Damned enforcers. This day is off to a wonderful start. He goes around a corner a dozen feet away and you drop your shoulders. You didn’t realize that your jaw was clenched either, opening your mouth to unflex the muscle. After waiting about ten minutes and not seeing anyone the annoyance of the day settles in your feet. You’ve kept an eye on either end of the hallway and go to lean against the wall when you realize the lab door isn’t fully shut. The locks are half jutting out, keeping one door barely propped open. You knock on it, hoping someone was in there. For company to pass time with, or to at least introduce yourself to the duo you were hoping to spend the foreseeable future with.
“Anyone in there?” You say against the crack in the door. Nothing. The doors are heavy though, and you half wonder if anyone could even hear you. Tucking your portfolio under one arm you reach for the handle and give it a tug. Like it takes convincing, it takes a moment before it moves.
“Hello?” Your voice isn’t loud but it startles the man inside, a head of fluffy brown whipping up from his work.
“Who are you?” The man is sitting at a desk and abruptly stands, reaching for a cane propped up next to him.
Viktor hears those heavy doors open, and he’s expecting Jayce. Heimerdinger or even Councilor Medarda would have been expected over this person in front of him. You don’t have time to give him a reply before a voice answers.
“This is Miss L/N. It seems I’ve lost track of this particular project, but she’ll be here to work with you boys.” Heimerdinger shuffles in behind you and Jayce behind him.
“What? With all due respect Professor we don’t need more minds for Hextech. Viktor and I have it covered.” He walks past you and stands next to Viktor. The lithe man nods curtly.
“You misunderstand me, she is here in accordance with a collaborative project with the Arts Institute.” The yordle turns to face you. “I am sorry my dear, I was supposed to have briefed them days ago, but as you know a scientist’s mind can be full of conclusions just waiting to be reached. We do not always fully think about the paths to get there.” He gives the two men a knowing look and you offer a small smile in return. “Perhaps you could explain it better.” He gestures to your portfolio still tucked under your arm.
“Yes, I, uh,” You reach for it, fingers undoing the string that keeps it shut. “Your Hextech invention has sparked a lot of conversations across Academia as I’m sure you know. So much that it reached the Arts Institute. It seems that the Academy has been looking for a new art hall, several of my peers are meeting with your best students and researchers here.” You gesture to a relatively clean table with a “May I?”
Viktor just looks at you but Jayce nods and Heimerdinger finds a step ladder to stand on. You begin to remove several papers from the carrier you’ve brought with you. A few blueprints of a new art hall, some letters from the Academy and from the Arts Institute, and finally some of your work.
“The idea is the artists will make entirely new pieces for the gallery hall that’s to be unveiled at an eventual Progress Day, to do that we stay close with the scientists. It’s thought of as both an experiment and a hopefully beneficial relationship.” Viktor steps closer, cane tapping lightly on the tile of the lab floor. He picks up one the blueprints, his amber eyes scanning them over before handing them to Jayce.
“And what exactly about this relationship would be beneficial?” He asks, he is looking over the letters now. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you that he hasn’t even looked at the art you’ve brought with you, or really you for that matter. Jayce is still looking over the blueprints when you answer Viktor.
“Mixing the Arts and Sciences, new ideas for both groups? On a larger level it helps both schools with funding and connections. It can help smaller artists get out there, being in an Academy art hall is huge and can get them connections to very profitable commissions and galleries. As for you inventors, it can memorialize you and your accomplishments. It gives your work a face! Er, well, faces in this case.”
“We have no need for this,” he’s shaking his head. ‘Hextech is to better lives, not be some glorified art project.” he flicks the corner of a letter. The dismissal stings, but you know something he doesn’t.
“I am sorry my boys, but it is a non negotiable! Hextech may be to better lives, but it has caught a lot of attention. This is only the first step to controlling its image in a public way. You boys will be doing more dinners and speeches and galas and the like. It comes with the territory, trust me.” You notice he gesticulates a lot, and it's honestly endearing. His small fur covered hands moving around with one finger in the air.
“The sentiment is appreciated, Professor, but what does Art have to do with us or Hextech.” Jayce asks as he puts the blueprints down and takes the letters from Viktor’s hands.
“Art and Science have always mixed!” You do your best to subdue the frustration rising in your chest. “Take fractals, golden ratio, your craftsmanship starts with craftsmen. Surgeons learned how to create sturdier and safer stitches from fiber artists. If what the Dean has told me is true, you both should know better than anyone that sometimes an extra perspective is all that it takes for an idea to shine.” Heimerdinger gestures to your work with both hands, nodding his head encouragingly. When they both start looking at the pictures of your larger paintings and the smaller scale sketches on the table you try to keep speaking with the same confidence.
“As you may have read in the letters, it’ll also be good to secure you more investors. You guys are going to need promotional materials as well. Not everyone who wants a piece of your pie can make the journey to Piltover but they want some of it regardless. It can be expensive trying to make progress, adding your faces or prettying up proposals can help secure that. Council support is one thing, but you also need the support of people.”
They still haven’t said anything, just sharing looks as they spread the images out on the table.
You wring your hands together behind your back. This is stressful, and you’d like to go back to the institute soon. “To be honest with you, I’m one of several candidates to do your painting. If you don’t like my work, my style, what have you, I’ll leave. But someone else will be back to bother you two at some point about it.”
A silent beat passes, and you’re wondering if the walk here was even worth it. Eventually they both lift their heads from the table and Heimerdinger leans towards them expectantly. You try not to do the same. Jayce looks at Viktor and the pale man gives a simple nod. He turns to you, and what he says has you sighing in relief.
“What do you need from us?"
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#this is going to be a SLOW burn#y'all here me out#i yearn for this man#he will be YEARNING#also#who designed all that promo material of jayce.#more on this later in the fic#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader#arcane#viktor arcane#viktor league of legends#viktor lol#cross posted on ao3#fem reader#viktor my beloved#viktor x reader#viktor x you
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I bet a lot of people bought Silco drinks at the Last Drop
Sadly, good sales mean that Vander is too busy to give him any attention
#my art#sketchy sketch#silco#young silco#kinda zaundads#he is yearning my friends#he needs some attention or he'll whiter up and die#that's my queue to leave#i wanted to draw his fluffier/ahorter concept art hair#Silco can be smitten too
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Batboys, who finally got Jason to agree to join them in their Farm Weekends at Kents, and who beforehand warned Kon and Jon that, well, Jason can be a little flippant, but it nothing personal, only to find out that Jason has an awful, tooth-rotting soft spot for Supers.
Kon, sighing: Okay, Jon, remember, this guy is probably like Damian but older and worse... On the other side, you probably would like that, but just in case if he makes you cry, call me. I'll deal with him. Jon, giggling: Don't worry, Kon. Jason, appearing on the doorsteps: Hey, little ones. I wasn't sure what people usually bring as a gift when they are staying at someone, so I bought the bunch of sweets for ya. You don't mind, do you? Kon: L-little ones? Jon: SWEETS!
Batboys are flabbergasted. Jason never acts like this with them, so what the actual fuck. Tim checks on Jason's temperature, like, three times in the row, and gets his hand smacked. Damian stares at Jason, trying to figure out if the Pit madness had returned in a different light. They have no explanation for this.
Kon: Dude, you said that he was meanie. Tim: He IS. Usually. Kon: I don't know, man... He lets Jon sit on his shoulders and piggybacked me this morning. That's not really mean to me. Tim: WELL. HE NEVER DOES THIS WITH US. Kon: Maybe he just doesn't like you that much. Tim: SHUT UP.
Jason, helping to Lois with some chores: So, I need some help in stalls. Pretty boy, come and help me. Kon: (keeps standing cluelessly) Jason: (glares at him, confused) Kon: Oh! I am pretty boy? Jason: Yeah? Chop-chop, come on. Tim, muttering: All I get is Timbers. And Timberline. And Timmers.
Jason, cooing on Jon: Aw-w, here goes my itty bitty tiny- Damian: (growls) Tim: Somebody sedate me. Kon, twirling around in new leather jacket that he stole from Jason: Yeah, we are his new siblings at this point.
Dick: I am. SO. Happy. That. Little. Wing. Finally. Can. Unleash his. True. Cringey brother. Personality. Tim, concerned: Is that kryptonite in your hands? Dick: No. No. Don't get me wrong. I am very happy. I had waited for this day for years, even. Well. I expected ME to be his itty bitty tiny weenie. But. That's fine. I am fine. Damian: I'll fetch father... Tim: Yeah. Please.
#broke: siblings enjoy their bickering dynamic w Jason#woke: they yearn for being babied by him & get some crime alley kids treatment but he is still too traumatised by this family not to cring#Bruce doesn't understand what's wrong bc that's exactly how Jason acts with all babies. Supers are babies in his mind too#Batboys: are we NOT babies?????#Bruce: you are! just a different type of babies. Supers are just... naturally very adorable. and technically they are not older than ten.#Tim: KON IS FUCKING GROWN UP BABY FROM TUBE#Jason: he is technically four though. he gets baby treatment.#Bruce: *nods eagerly*#Dick *murmuring*: two dumb bitches telling each other exactly ahh situation#Bruce and Jason: ...#jason todd#red hood#batman#dcu comics#dcu#dc universe#batfamily#bruce wayne#batfam#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#kon-el kent#jon kent
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Norman Rockwell art theft be my redemption please
#art#digital art#my art#digital painting#fanart#disco elysium#disco elysium fanart#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#harrykim#he yearns#artcop#listen#I’m just projecting onto Harry#and I think artcop Harry would have to obsessively draw Kim#because i am
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make him lose his cool.
suggestive and sexual content. mdni, ageless blogs dni.
xia yi zhou / caleb x reader.
cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting. ignore any typos.) no sex, but caleb popping a boner like a victorian man. afab reader (that also wears bras). mc=reader.
"caleb is an ass man!" "no, he likes tits!"
personally, i think caleb would have a near panic attack upon seeing your shoulder, elbow, or ankle.
he just does a really good job of pretending he doesn't mind it. after all, the two of you grew up together. he's had to put his hands on you many times — carrying, tending to scrapes and cuts, tickling you, ruffling your hair, squeezing your face. skinship was a language that the two of you were plenty fluent in.
but the year spent apart failed to maintain this, like some half-assed video streaming subscription, and caleb's the newborn fawn learning how to walk.
so what happens when he knocks on the room to his bedroom — it belongs to you now, technically — with a plate of breakfast before coming in, and he witnesses you sitting up, all sleepy and the neckline of his shirt slightly sliding down your shoulder?
he's going to throw himself off a cliffside. maybe even off skyhaven itself.
the plate hits the bedside table on your side with a loud clatter. none of the food spilled over, luckily. he has half a mind to garble some lame excuse about being busy and a quick good morning before trying to bolt.
but, caleb nearly snaps into two when you tug at the hem of his shirt, slumber still slurred in your words as you ask where he's going. there'd been no strength in that tug. yet, he stopped in his tracks all the same. he ends up listening to your grumbles, ones reminding him that it's his day off, remember? you promised you'd spend it with me.
"i gotta take a shower first," he chuckles, hoping his voice wasn't too shaky. please don't notice. please don't notice.
"but caleb," you keen.
god, it's like when he'd take leave from the academy for a few days just to go back to you and gran. always coming home to you, thoroughly acquainted with you not being a morning person but still making the effort to cling to him and savor every second you two spent together.
he assumed it would be the same now, but clearly, that was a mistake. because the coiling tension of warmth threatening to boil over in his stomach was nothing short of treacherous.
caleb does manage to escape; albeit pained by the half-awake whines behind him and the sound of you falling back into bed. god, how badly he wanted to cave into your demands. you don't even know the half of it.
he wonders if you've ever curled into his side of that bed he once slept on, seeking his cologne, his body, his warmth the same way he looks for your silhouette in every corner of this home. a melody he knows, but a name he can't quite place in this shell of a house that transformed in your presence.
regardless, it's really difficult to let this relationship rebuild organically when he was popping a boner over the slightest sliver of skin. the shower's streams are icy on his skin, the impromptu bath having thrown a wrench into his morning routine. he refuses to even touch himself. letting the proof of his sin soften under the biting cold of the water, despite the discomfort.
because nothing was more horrific than having his body react to you like a prepubescent teen discovering porn online for the first time.
caleb thinks he's safe after spending an hour in the bathroom, fingertips pruned and mind cooler than the iciest of planets. but as he's changed back into his clothes, he discovers you beside the door, a blanket around your sitting form and those eyelids droopy.
"pipsqueak? what're you doin' here?" he's crouching down �� mortifying boner forgotten as he gathers you into his arms before he realizes it.
then, you stir. a whine muffled into the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him, the vibration seeming to ripple down his spinal column. the blanket falls from your body in the motions, and you're so soft compared to the firmness of his body.
his arms tighten around you on instinct and you let out a pleased sound and—
he stiffens. you weren't wearing a bra.
"caleb, you're done." you yawn, like the spoiled, pampered figurehead of royalty you are. you arch up into him, and he swears he feels several of his neurons die, dropping like flies in the empty cavity of his head.
"take me back to bed." he feels the air shift as you seem to inhale his scent. your voice softer, more content when you say, "i wanna sleep some more."
he's so fucking doomed.
#not enough people understand the concept of yearning#he is starved. ravenous and absolutely depraved#but it's so good because of the moral dilemma that comes with it#he totally feels guilty the first time he realizes the slightest touch with you would rile him up#i imagine it being around late high school#when he realizes the weight of his attraction to you.#and it's delicious.#love and deepspace#love and deepspace caleb#lads x reader#lads caleb#lads caleb x reader#lnds caleb#caleb x reader#lnds#caleb smut#𐙚 ; bǎo bèi.#mimi.writes
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It’s you! Despite everything, it’s still you
#arcane viktor#arcane jayce#arcane#jayce x viktor#jayvik#jayce talis#viktor league of legends#league of legends#Jayce yearning for viktor at that point he has to draw him on every piece of paper he has#I love them your honour#digital art#my post#art
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vanrouge family you’ll forever be dear to me 💔

idea that has been sitting in my drafts ever since i read that chapter wherein Silver mentions Lilia would take pictures of them together over the years and that got my heart like AUEUEUEUE THAT’S SO CUTE 😭 ( me likes to think mama zigvolt introduced it to them and ever since, lilia got that tradition ‘til he ran out of polaroid film lmao
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here’s a vers. without mama bekky

#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#lilia vanrouge#hey guys i’m not…dead?!#free me from college hell i yearn to draw diafam again#squint really hard and its probably self indulgent vent art buttt#twst silver#silver….vanrouge!!!#general lilia#kinda??#he still had his long hair idk#i hc he stillhad his long hair in the first few months he adopted silver#update tomorrow please let it be a less evil angst please please#they will be the death of me#twst#artists on tumblr#twst lilia#tacc0yak1art
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FNAF movie Mike isn’t wrong, but he’s not right either..
Based off @/Tanijrou post on twitter
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#mike schmidt#willaim afton#steve raglan#springtrap#purple guy#fnaf#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#Mike literally wouldn’t put the pieces together if he saw Raglan with the bunny suit#I swear he’d first assume he’s a furry than a killer of any type#makes me yearn for William being more present through the whole movie#cause his dynamic with Mike is so funny these dudes hate each other#I love you furries btw 💜 please keep being powerful and carrying the fnaf fandom
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Thought Fiddlestan was a purely comedic ship for a while but now I get it, I see the light. It’s about a man who nurtures and cares for others to the point of heartbreak meeting a man who doesn’t remember what it’s like for anyone to care about him. It’s about them being warm together around the absence of someone they both love. It’s about Fiddleford’s innate domesticity comforting a man whose deepest desire was to come home. It’s about falling in love with the same face again but in a new context that heals your past trauma. It’s about Stan’s unbridled affection finally validating someone who desperately needed the recognition. It’s also about very funny old man yaoi.
#it also completely works in canon if it ends poorly and they both get their memories wiped which is maybe the funniest part#stan my man you do not remember being El Gee Bee Tee but you know who else doesn’t remember? The junkyard hillbilly.#plus the yearning on both ends and the way it also makes sense for Fids to help Stan get the gears rolling on portal fixing#at its best it ends in a future where neither of them are as self destructive as in canon#and at its worst everything proceeds like normal#Fids starts a cult cause he got traumatized by the same damn face TWICE I would go insane too tbh#gravity falls#fiddlestan#fiddleford mcgucket#stanley pines
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During this sequence that’s supposed to feel victorious and like, “yeah things aren’t perfect, but the good guys won today!” Merlin watches Guinevere and Arthur hug intimately and you know what? He looks sad.
He looks like he wishes he could touch Arthur so freely and affectionately. He looks like he’s desperate to be seen for everything he is and everything he’s done for him. He looks like he’s accepting he’ll never be with Arthur like that and it’s breaking his heart.
That man is deeply in love and he can’t do anything about it. He is happy for them because he just wants them to be happy, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like a dagger in his heart.
It reminds me of that quote from Sherlock, “you look sad when you think he can’t see you”
#I’ve never seen anyone else talk about this moment#someone might have it just hasn’t crossed my dash#he is yearning so hard#I hate it#I want Merlin to be happy#bbc merlin#merlin#merlin bbc#merthur#arthur pendragon#merlin x arthur#arthur x merlin#Merlin 3x13#3x13#Merlin yearning#Merlin meta#merlin gifs
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Emmrich field research outfits??
#let the guy out of the classroom#he yearns for the outdoors i know it#emmrich volkarin#dragon age the veilguard
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matter of fact, i think tcgf and more largely mxtx provides great proof that you can make so many cliche/overdone/otherwise unappealing booktok-esque romance tropes enjoyable if you just let the love interests be a little weird and pathetic about it. the problem is not the tropes it’s that men aren’t losering like they used to
#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#mxtx#everyone who characterizes hua cheng lan wangji luo binghe as just like unflappable badasses who are just undeniably sexy all time#you’re victims of propaganda#they’re locked in a 3 way yearning competition and hua cheng’s in the lead by a couple of centuries#you can say all you want that hua cheng is all cool and aloof all the time but i know in my heart#somewhere in paradise manor he has a chaise lounge specifically for dramatic fainting a la rarity my little pony#mdzs#svsss
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carry
#sonilver#sonic the hedgehog#silver the hedgehog#art is hard please take my scraps#my art#i was thinking to myself that sonic often does a princess carry when he's carrying people#and then i thought well silver is less likely to be a gentleman about it LOL#i still yearn to finish a full piece but alas. life.#also my first time drawing silver's cuffs opening and closing! should draw him like that from now on
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"I've seen the way you look at him... You're in it."
they shouldn't kiss. they shouldn't kiss at all. they're going to kiss a whole lot
#solavellan#solas#dragon age#solas x lavellan#dragon age fanart#we're so back#it's about the *hands*#it's about the yearning#it's about the way she thinks he's being overly cautious and worried about her reputation#and he's feeling wracked with guilt over what's on her left hand and what he has to do#elmo burning.gif#the hands on this actually tried to ruin my life it was so difficult i redrew each one probably at least 4 times in slightly different pose#pina art
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i’m sorry but izuku offering another gay blond man his hand and kacchan going wide-eyed is so funny
#HES LIKE POSITION OF GAY BLOND LOVE INTEREST HAS ALREADY BEEN TAKEN#mha spoilers#bnha spoilers#bakudeku#bkdk#yes I will take this very touching moving scene and make it into a gay joke yes I will#he’s like dEKU WAIT IVE BEEN YEARNING but also he’s so proud#I wonder what exactly he gets here finally?#maybe that Izuku ever pitied him back in the river scene but loved him#hhkwjeoekkekd they make me NUTS
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#illustration#trans man#oc#milomir#yuval#im finally writing down their story for my book..#Yuval is hard to be around. Often in a bad mood and makes reasons to not like everyone he meets. Excuses to not be close to people#A paranoid depressive lost in his head..But poetic and yearning when alone.#Milomir is also rough around the edges but very loyal to those he likes. Doesn't have good boundaries. He is obsessive and goes too far.#He's the fairy the other fairies are kinda like “Uh.. Dude.. Too much..” to#yuval thinks the sea is trying to kidnap him (and he's right)#milomir spent hundreds of hours crafting the wings he wears so he would look like a more acceptable fairy. He's actually a whirligig beetle#His hood covers his second set of eyes.#anyway I thought I would arrange their panels in a nice way..
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