#legue of legends viktor

[tootiredtocares-blog]

Biggest difference between arcane viktor and lol viktor is that lol viktor would say he's is not the messiah to his cult and then they take that as sign that he is

[mads-does-stuff]

I forgor I had this blog 🤡

anyways here’s a Viktor doodle, for my nonexistent followers ig

[starwarsgirlie]

We Belong To Death

Hi friends! Here's the first chapter of my Viktor X Reader fic!

Chapter 2 Here ----->

The reader has female anatomy and goes by she/her pronouns. Further chapters will contain NSFW content! 

PLEASE comment what you think or what you'd like to see! I love collaborating!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters besides Persephone. I used the League of Legends lore for a large portion of this chapter's plot!

Trigger Warnings: death, war, violence, sexual themes, murder.

Chapter 1 - The Underworld

The years of the Rune War were filled with blood, loss, and pain. Runterra was where one would find blood more often than water and magic more often than blood. The arcane has always been a force that still needed to be understood. Beauty and destruction impossible to contain. A beautiful hell.

In this world of blood and magic, our story begins with a husband and wife, Mihira and Kilam. Fleeing their war-torn home, they came to a mountain known to grant those in need magical gifts at a price. Desperate in Runterra hell, Kilam helped his pregnant wife up the hill. Upon reaching the stars, everything became silent. Mihira and Kilam hung to each other in confusion. "My love, what are we to do to ask for this gift?" Mihira whispered. Looking down at his wife, Kilam shook his head in confusion before seeing her usual green eyes change to the iciest glowing blue. Kilam was thrown back with force while Mihira was lifted into the air, engulfed in the arcane. As soon as she rose she was laid down again by the power, unconscious.

Soon after this event, the two fled to Demacia, still not knowing the gift they received. Demacia, at the time, was a haven from the magical war around them. It was here where Mihira gave birth to twin girls, Kayle and Morgana. Upon giving birth, Mihira immediately felt a calling to fight in the battle and refused ever to touch her girls again. It was clear to Kilam that this was the price paid for their gift from the arcane, which was still unknown to both.

Kilam continued to try to help Mihira return to who she was. After falling pregnant with their third child, Kilam thought this would bring her back, but he was wrong. She continued to fight, and for fear of his children's safety, he fled the moment y/n was born. 

Keeping his three girls safe for the next ten years, he saw them grow. Kayle became greatly intrigued by justice and law, while Morgana became more interested in people's ability to lie and manipulate others. And then there was his youngest, y/n, or as he called you, Persephone. Your mother gave you the nickname as she laughed over how many she had killed while pregnant. You were her child of death. Despite the darkness of the name, your father always told you that just as there is beauty in life, there is beauty in death. A living thing is not living unless it experiences death. Death gives our life meaning. 

For years, they lived in peace. Mihira had not found them, and Kilam began to enjoy the life he was living until Kayle and Morgana's tenth Birthday. On that day, he got each of his girls a necklace. Kayle's was a golden sun, and Morgana's was a silver moon. Upon opening their gifts, Kayle poked at Morgana like she always did, "He got you the moon because you're dependent on me to shine." This affected Morgana greatly, making her angry and begin to scream at Kayle, "I HATE YOU! YOURE HATEFUL! BEING SISTERS WITH YOU IS A WORSE HELL THAN WITH MOTHER!" As she continued sobbing and screaming, purple smoke-like energy rose from her body and reached for Kayle. In defense, Kayle exuded the same smoke, but it was white, and so a struggle between the smoke began. Being only eight years old and unable to handle this traumatic event, you began sobbing while your dad screamed for his daughters to stop. It all became too much, and all you could do was scream. As you screamed, a wave of red smoke washed out from you, pushing Kayle and Morgana to the floor. In the stillness of the next moment, you looked around you and noticed all the plants and flowers were dead. Your father stood silently, gathering you together and putting you to bed, knowing he didn't know what to do. It was then that he realized the gift that was given to him and Mihira on that mountain.

A few weeks after the incident and after the war ended, it became clear that his children possessed the power of the arcane. In a world where magic is hated, feared, and forbidden, he knew the only thing he could do was teach you to keep it hidden. He read and searched for someone to help him until he found a Yordle named Heimerdinger. The wise Yordle understood the magic the three girls possessed but also encouraged the girls to hide it. Heimerdinger concluded that each sister drew her power from a source. Kayles was the arrogance and righteousness of those around her, and Morganas was the pain and suffering. Heimerdinger rarely got frightened of something he was researching, but that changed with you. The stealing of a living being's life force enhanced your magic. This explained the death of the flowers in the house when you were upset—despite this fear, months passed relatively peacefully... until the arrival of Mihira.

With the distraction of the war being over, she was now possessed by the will to train her daughters and raise them as soldiers of wrath and fury as she had. After all, her becoming the bloodthirsty soldier was the price she paid for the magic you and your sisters got to have. She burned down the city, looking for you and your sisters, killing anyone in her path. Only with the help of a mysterious mage was she captured and taken to the depths of Stilwater Prison. However, everyone now knew who you three were and your powers. "We live in a time where your gifts are feared; you cannot stay here any longer," your father said through tears. And before you knew it, you and your sisters were sent to different parts of Runterra and told never to speak of your past. Heimerdinger was the one to take you to Piltover. It was there where he gave you to the older woman, Granny Ray. "My girl, you are of a small age, but you must be brave; this woman here will love and look after you, so fear not. I, unfortunately, cannot stay as I would draw too much attention, so for the next ten years of your life, you are to live with Granny Ray in Zaun." "My girl, I will come get you on your 18th Birthday and take you to Piltover, where you can study whatever you want to make a life for yourself." "When can I see my father again?" you sobbed. "My sweetest child, it is best not to think of that at this time; he has much work he needs to do and told me to tell you how much you are loved." "One final thing, my sweet girl, you must change y/n. It is too well known, so what would you like to be called from now on?" "M-my dad called me Persephone." "AH! The story of the girl in the underworld, how fitting; from now on, Granny Ray and I will refer to you as Persephone, ah, or even Percy for short!"

[aphelysian]

I bet Viktor was thinking how breedable Jayce is

is this not how that scene went

bonus bc i’m not even exaggerating:

edit: new art blog is @toytle

[dreamsclock]

Seeing you talk about am arcane dsmp crossover is making me think of comparing dream to viktor but it won't make sense if you don't know legue of legends the game lore and I don't want to spoil anything if you don't want potential spoilers for season 2 of arcane unless you don't care then I will talk about it

i dont care about spoilers >:) TALK TO ME !!

[kaoticshiba]

Probably not the first or last time I’ll use the cane in this manner between them xd

[i-dislike-tomatoes]

i saw this tiktok and just had to edit it

original post

original tiktok audio

original editing (by me)

[sitoric]

Some more old arcane stuff

[viktormaru]

Nobody ever believed in me...

[hexb4sex]

AU Where Rio lives and Viktor somehow manages to take Rio with him to Piltover.

Every time some Piltie asks him WTF Rio is, he replies: "This is what cats look like in the Undercity."

And everyone just, accepts it? Because this is Viktor and he definitely wouldn't have snuck a rare "mutation" into Piltover and then lie about it being a cat.

[kai-rax]

Lonely With the Lilypads

__________________________ A Frog Prince-inspired Oneshot (Viktor X GN-Reader) __________________________

Summary: A pond that is set on the boundaries of both Piltover and Zaun becomes your new favorite place to sit and get away from all the chaos of the world. Being from the undercity, you have not had many friendly encounters. Though, one day you are accompanied by a small frog by the pond, which seems to be a little different from the rest. A/N: This was originally a drabble I wrote for some friends in a discord server, so its not edited, nor is it super structured! Just a cute idea I wanted to flesh out a little more bc I liked the concept <3 Warnings: None, just Fluff!

Enjoy! ___________________________________________

It's a warm and sunny day. Work in the Undercity was long and tiresome, and once you were free from your shift you make your way to a new favorite sitting spot. A small pond set at the base of one of Piltover's large walls found on the fringes where The Undercity and Topside meet. You had discovered it about a week or so ago. It's perfectly tucked away from all of the chaos and turmoil of adult life.

You tend to visit it daily, sitting down right on the bank with a good book, a sketch pad, or sometimes just your own thoughts. Just when you sit to relax, you hear a little splash that perks your ears as you search for the cause of the sound, then you see something move across the pond, swimming awkwardly towards you. It was a frog!

A smile came across your face as it swam closer and crawled up onto a nearby rock. You LOVED frogs, but they were rare to see in The Undercity due to the pollution, so this was indeed a very exciting encounter. Now you had only seen a few frogs in your day but this one was most peculiar. It had two black spots, one under its right eye, another above-left of its mouth, and a slightly busted back leg. It looked quite small and weak.

'Poor thing...' you think to yourself.

The frog blinked slowly and then rested its head down, got comfortable in its new warm sunny spot, and just stared at you, as you stared back and gave it a smile.

"Hello, Little Frog." you said quietly trying not to scare it away.

The frog's head poked up and tilted it slightly as if it were listening. You had never seen a frog do that before, but then again, you haven't met many frogs in general, so who's to say.

You don't pay it much mind after that and continue your routine of relaxation until it is time to head home. You grab your bag and look down at the rock to see the frog is still sitting there, resting and peacefully relaxed with its eyes closed. As you turn away to leave you feel the sudden urge to mind your manners. "Goodbye Little Frog." Its eyes open and looks up at you with another tilt of its head along with a small chirp.

"Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow!" You give it a little wave and giggle to yourself. You just said goodbye to a random frog. It's not like that frog could understand you anyway...right?

"Another day done, and over with..." You mutter to yourself as you leave work and up through the cascading lifts and alleys amongst the Undercity, making your way up once again to the pond at the fringes. Once there you set your bag down and lay out a blanket to make things more comfortable. You had no other responsibilities for the day, so your plan today was to stay longer than normal. No more than 10 minutes go by and you hear a familiar splash, you look up to thee the same frog from yesterday struggling to swim over to you. It repeats its actions from yesterday and sets up on the same rock, gazing at you as you gaze back. You crack a smile before asking.

"Well hello again, Little Frog. Were you waiting for me?"

A chuckle came out, and you must admit to yourself that this was a bit silly. But nonetheless, something about it just felt right. Getting up from your spot you move closer to the rock, kneeling down and extending the palm of your hand out in front of the little guy, slowly and carefully. It looks at you curiously at first then slowly crawls into your hand. 'Wow, I can't believe that worked!' You just kinda hold it there for a minute, then you gently walk back over to your spot and place it atop your bag. Getting comfortable let again and after a few minutes of silence, you start talking to the frog as if it were a person. You were pretty lonesome nowadays so you take comfort in its presence, even if it was just a frog.

You go on sharing stories about your day, maybe telling a joke or two as the frog watches on, tilting its head every so often, and once you’re ready to leave you set frog back down on its rock and wish it goodbye once more and thanking it for it's company.

You are doing this daily now, adding it to your routine when you visit the pond. Each day you start spending more and more time with this frog, sometimes bringing snacks, other times you've tried bringing books on zoology or vet practices to see if you can help heal its bested back leg. It gets to the point where you almost feel as though it is a friend you come to visit, just like any other. and it seems as though the feeling is mutual.

One day, as you are leaving it even tries to follow you home. You look back at it. "Oh- No, Little Frog, you need to stay here."

You pick it up and place it on the rock, only for it to hop off to follow you again, chirping in protest. You do this a few more times before it finally gets the message and stays put. The next day you return and you noticed the frog was already waiting. Once you're spotted it excitedly hops over to greet you. You kneel down and notice, it had a few little flowers in it's mouth.

"Aw, are these for me?" a big smile came across your face.

You hold out your hand to let it climb aboard. With your other hand, you take the flowers to look at them for a moment. Then at the little frog. With a bitter-sweet feeling, you admit out loud.

"Well, I never thought the first time I'd be given flowers would be from a frog." You let out a sigh but smile regardless.

Can't help but to still feel grateful, you bring your little friend up to your face to say and place a little kiss on his head, Followed by an earnest and sincere "Thank you."

You both go about the normal routine of keeping each other company until it is time to leave yet again. And just like before the frog tries to follow you. You place it back a few times and finally go on your way.

Another day goes by and you arrive at your favorite spot by the pond. Only this time your frog friend is not there. You sit anyway assuming it has finally hopped off to somewhere new, and hopefully, less polluted.

'What a shame..', You've come to really like that frog, and to your surprise, you felt it's absence left a bit of an ache in your chests.

Regardless, you go about your routine. Shortly after getting out the book, you planned to read but you hear someone approach. A shadow eclipses you from the sunlight and you turn to find a tall man, with a slender and lanky frame, looming over you. Jolting slightly at the sudden closeness, turning your whole body around to face him and get a better look; But then as you examine him, head to toe, you relax as the gears in your brain turn. You’re sure you’ve never met him before but something seems so familiar perhaps it was the two beauty marks dotting his face, one under the right eye, another above-left of his mouth, or maybe the cane used to assist his limp leg. You stay quiet.

He peered down at you, and you couldn't help but blush. How could you not, a sweet, yet handsome frog-like face framed with beautifully dark locks sweeping back into small curls and points at the back of his head and neck. He was so pretty, so elegant, and an almost prince-like air to him.

Unsure of what to say, you blink slowly. Just staring at him, as he stares back, giving you a smile. From behind his back, he pulls a small bouquet of flowers filled with the same types you had received from your little friend the day before. And then it clicked!

“Little frog! Is that you?!” You practically yell as you sprung up to meet him. You couldn't believe your eyes, you felt as though you were dreaming.

He hands you the flowers off to you, they were beautifully arranged and smelled divine. He finally speaks for the first time, a sweet Slavic accent adorning his voice. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to get something to show you how thankful I am for your help...and eh..company."

"...Help? Help with what?" You ask.

"Well, I ehh, am a scientist and I study magic ...and I may have gotten myself into a bit of a...mess." He sounded embarrassed. "I put a curse on myself during an experiment that turned me into a frog. I tried to fix it, but there is not much you can do with such small hands."

He tucks his cane under his arm, moving a step closer and taking your hand in his, lifting it up to hold it between both of his. You can feel your heartbeat speed up. 'This is unreal...' you think.

"You know...I never thought fairy tales had any truth to them..." He leans in and you hold your breath as he places the most gentle kiss onto your forehead. You feel butterflies fill up your whole body.

"...hm who knew true love's first kiss could actually break curses?" He looks down at you with a smile. " I had been stuck like that for a while, I never even thought I would ever be back to normal again. So again, thank you, moya lyubov..." Your whole face was red by now and you try your best to tuck it into the flowers to try and hide it.

"N-No problem, Little Frog..."

“Please..." A hand comes up and cups your cheek, you feel your head lifted out of the flowers, to gaze up at him. Sparkes in both of your eyes light up, before he leans in once more to place a small, soft kiss to your lips.

...call me Viktor."

[tootiredtocares-blog]

Arcane viktor and legue of legends viktor may be different but I love them both just the same well not really since I like legue of legends viktor a bit more but mostly because he's a different type of unhinged and I'm here for it can't wait till arcane gets there

[fawnilu]

precious boy.

[league-of-mediocrity]

Viktor: If i die my funerais gonna be the biggest fucking party and you are all invited

Jayce: If?

Jinx: Great. The only party I've ever been invited and the guy might not even die

[dianorayasiri]

[varg-squiktor]

League Of Legends Misc Champ Headcanons!! Part 1

(Draven/Sona/Morgana/Soraka/Nami/Viktor/Veigar/Lulu

Draven

100% loses at four in a row against anybody. Darius can't even let the man win because he'll just find ways to doom himself.

Eats the red doritos

He goes on the weezer tags of any social media platform just to harass weezer fans

The contents of his fridge probably have like 3 energy drinks and barely any food

Secretly enjoys Sona's concerts although preferring super loud and audibly cluttered music

Is terribly afraid of yordles and small dogs. He hides behind anyone who's closest to him if a tiny fur creature comes into his line of sight

Sona

Probably likes mint flavored ice cream

Loves video game soundtracks-- Sega games in specific

She goes outdoors and paints the scenery when she's bored

Has a medium sized fish tank that's highly decorated!! All of her fish share names with cartoon characters she likes :)

Her and Lux have sleepovers and bake cookies and watch movies together

Definitely has piano tiles on her phone

Morgana

She loves baking. Like a lot.

Takes in and feeds stray cats.

Hisses back at cats who hiss first

Loves sailor moon villains

Decorates her house with those fake spiderwebs that are only available in the Halloween season (this doesn't matter to her because she buys them in bulk)

Has a baking blog and shared her recipes :)

Soraka

Watches mlp 100%

Would one day love to open a tea or herb shop

Dyes her hair and fur with natural dyes when she feels like it

Has multiple indoor and outside plants

*loves* hosting tea parties.

The one therapist friend

If she had a phone she'd have candy crush on it

Nami

Would carry a journal around with her to write neat things she saw/experienced

Shark-sits for Fizz sometimes

Collects toys/plushies she finds. She brings them out when she explores sometimes

Makes a lot of accessories and jewelry out of miscellaneous items she finds

Makes friends with any little creature

Viktor

Zoe's non-biological father figure

Enjoys making coffee, except he likes his coffee with more milk than.. coffee

Threatens to obliterate people who judge him for making milk coffee

He made Zoe her own room in his house, complete with a huuuge window and specially modified telescope

He sends blitzcrank out to shop for him except blitz can get distracted sometimes and brings home a couple creatures or flowers to bring back to papa viktor

Veigar

Lives in a teeny tiny castle that he made himself :)

whenever he comes across an anthill he tries to give the ants offerings so they'd have a reason to "be ruled" by him

He likes to draw star placements and constellations that he sees

He has a hamster.

Tries stuffing things into his shoes to make him seem taller

Plays magic the gathering with Lulu

He jumps on his bed. No one is there to stop him

Lulu

Loves flowers

Has a bug collection. They aren't dead she just keeps pretty bugs around

She goes out and picks mushrooms with pix's help

Also loves small creatures

Talks to everything like it's living/can talk back