#like i’m sorry is jinx not awful?

[allgreekbitch]

hating on an arcane character bc “they’re a bad person” is so funny bc there’s literally no character that can be considered a good person in the entire fucking show and that’s the charm of it

[theclownghoul]

“Vi was finally doing something selfish for herself.”

Literally shut up. How about she does that ANY OTHER TIME! We were all excited to see Cait and Vi get it on but the set up is awful, im so sorry what the actual.

It’s just so blatantly out of character for Vi. Her sister needs her, she’s there. Vi knew what Jinx was going to do and she was distraught but then just switched?? Because it wasn’t really Vi making that decision it was Amanda and Alex.

I got spoiled about the Ekko and Jinx scene and my first thought was. What did they do to Vi? Why did Vi leave Jinx’s side? She would know what she’s thinking. Did Jinx get away from her somehow? Yes… about that.

Vi choosing something for herself would have been a crucial part of her arc and a necessary part but certainly don’t do that when Jinx has made it clear to both Vi and the audience that she’s going to hurt herself.

I’m not mad at Vi because she would never but I am upset that was the set up they went for. It’s ok to like the caitvi bit (I guess…) but just don’t try to defend the set up, for both of our sanities.

[hexite-nightmares]

My very unorganized thoughts on S2 of Arcane but only about Viktor

Alright I finally had time to think and write everything down so here we go. I want to preface that I have been weary about this season ever since I watched the act 1 leaks. Mainly because it was very clear he was never going to be a machine, and they didn't give him enough screen time to develop his motivations into ACT 3 Viktor being convincing enough

LET'S START WITH THE FALSE PROPHET VIKTOR

Alright so he has about 11 minutes ish of screentime. Aside from the glaring issue of Jayce reviving him and not destroying the hexcore, taking away agency from a disabled character. It was clearly a false prophet situation, but it was so fucking confusing on whether he could feel like a regular human, if he was under the Hexcore's control which makes the agency issue worse or just jaded. He all of a sudden starts speaking like he's reading Deuteronomy passages ?? We don't know for sure if he's aware that he's basically creating a hive mind now, did he start his plans of making everyone into one right here? Sky seems to encourage him to do this, what does she know about it since shes been in the hexcore ALONE for a little longer? (writers didnt confirm whether it was the real her or not) . Act 1 Viktor's issues are mostly about agency, and a seeming full abandonment of his identity as a scientist, his personality does a full 180. He doesn’t seem to question that the object that revived him and killed Sky is giving him healing powers, but he’s angry at Jayce so we have no clue if he’s being controlled or not.

The show doesn't seem to care to spend time with him bc Isha and Ambessa I guess.

Anyways lets move on to not even act 2, but ep 6, his only episode in this act.

I had huge gripes with this episode, mainly because whatever the fuck was going on with Viktor trying to "keep" Vander's humanity, when he clearly was taking it away from everyone he touched, does he actually believe what he's saying or is he under the Hexcore's control still?. Obviously the glaring issues of Sky being there without any actual input, they're cosmic friends I guess but with very generic lines, and the fandom has to fill in the blanks with whatever Amanda Overton feels like saying about Sky in the moment(if we don't see it in the show I don't take it as her development, sorry). So Viktor builds Colloidal silver drinking Joshua tree and ppl think it's fucking Eden, Jinx calls him a Machine Herald when there's NO SIGN OF MACHINERY JUST PURPLE MAGICAL METAL LOOKING FLESH. We get a whole ass different realm with no explanation other than, oh yeah Viktor is inside there. Jayce comes in and almost kills him. The only option there is at this point is for Singed to start his MH era. The choice of becoming MH is nonexistent now, other people have to jumpstart things for him. I know some people interprete this commune as Viktor achieving his dreams, thinking he was being himself, that he was in paradise with Sky and.. that wasn’t the case for me.. it was extremely sinister. Worst part of this Act, is that MH was seemingly a damn trial experiment for Orianna.

BONUS:

So it seems that Christian Linke has confirmed Sky was the hexcore using its influence to manipulate viktor into the glorious evolution. He said it was meant to be as a misdirect. So to everyone who got dunked on here for “wanting to be spoonfed” or “not reading into it deep enough” for thinking he was being mind controlled, you were right about it being the hexcore. Viktor has been confirmed to have no agency until episode 9 I guess. He also mentioned Viktor’s goal was getting the most power/influence… we never saw a fucking glimpse of this in season one I’m sorry.

ACT 3

First awful problem here is obviously Singed having to jumpstart things. Viktor is aware for his choice of whatever is happening with the egg thing. Yet....there's still no sign of machinery. We get a scene where Sky fucking dies again, he refers to her as Ms Young, which im guessing is a parallel to the other time he dismissed her in S1. But of course we get the double fridging in the show, cuz making female characters just for the sake of advancing her crush's plot line is sooo amazing. Here lies sky, the character who is barely a character. Well after that we get the sequence of his transformation and we get that butt ugly mask. His personality does another huge change again. So we know the hexcore is not influencing him anymore as the hexcore completed its goal of the glorious evolution.. so I guess viktor really does think this is the right way?

A huge issue I have again, is the lack of agency. In this particular scene Jayce goes "My partner died in this room" yeah..Viktor didn't fully choose to become this right? it all started with Jayce using the hexcore on him, it’s been manipulating him the whole ass season…Kinda wish there was some sort of acknowledgement from Jayce that he’s basically the catalyst of this.

He gets his laser because...fanservice. There's no way he went all the way to the lab and magically attached it to himself just to cut off a wall. He keeps going on that choice is false, but a few minutes before he said he’d evolve all of those willing?

In the cosmos, beautiful sequence. I don’t love Jayce’s dialogue choices(about his disease) here and then it all being about viktor hating himself.. since the hexcore was leading to all of this, his motivation for it all being self hatred feels a bit eh. The sequence is beautiful and Jayce and Viktor destroying the anomaly with the rune shard is nice, that part was cute. But then they kinda disappear and we only know that viktor is alive so far, no clue about Jayce. The sequence is touching towards the end and I’m a sucker for characters finding each other in every timeline/universe but it can’t make up for all the other things that are bothering me. This seems to be the one time Viktor has some sort of agency I guess.

Then obviously the worst part that will bother me forever. The thing that made me almost slam my laptop shut

This retcon is just awful I shouldn’t even have to say why, it makes things fucking weird and it’s frankly stupid. Also viktor can’t rock a beard like that.

Anyways this is very disorganized, fuck you riot I felt like an insane former this whole time but I was right.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Who would think Kalim would be such a closet pervert, I expected it from rook but not kalim

Do you recon you could do some other characters??

💞💞

(Accidentally Sitting on Their Face)

Sure can!

🖤🖤🖤

Accidentally Sitting on Their Face (3) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Jade Leech 

“Alright, I found some more of those mushrooms you were looking for!”

“Thank you, Darling.”

You decided to join Jade on this hiking route he’s been talking about lately 

Whether it’s because you wanted to get to know him better or you were genuinely wanting to go on a hike you went

Granted you did have to keep ignoring Deuce and Ace’s warnings about you ‘being brought out and buried alive’ by the eel

But nonetheless, you came

And so far you were glad you did 

Seeing pure happiness in his double-colored eyes was rare 

But you were happy to see it

Jade on the other hand was practically on cloud 9 

He hadn’t intentionally meant to have his darling tag along 

He didn’t mind

After all, he could use the extra help 

With gathering herbs to make Azul’s potions

Getting specimens of land mushrooms

Scopingoutthenearbylakeforunderwatercavestokeepyouin

So he’s very grateful he gets to watch you partake in his interests

Especially watching you go so far as to start climbing trees to get a high-hanging mushroom

“(Y/n), be careful climbing so high. These trees are lined with sap so I’m certain its going to be–”

“Whoa!” 

“-slippery.”

Smiling amused at your hanging form he gets a wicked idea

A most awful wicked wonderful idea

“I-I can’t…ergh–get my foot up there!”

“Thats alright starfish, you can fall. I’ll catch you.”

“A-are you sure?”

You couldn’t see the toothy smile as he lines himself up with you

And whether you go against your instincts or your hands finally give out you land on Jade Leech’s smiling face

You apologize trying and failing to get off a couple times thanks to the strain on your legs

Completely blinding you to the wide-eyed smile you’d typically spot on Floyd

“I’m really sorry, Jade! I didn’t mean to fall like that.”

“Its perfectly fine (Y/n). In fact I might ask you to do it again.”

With no one to hide behind or call his attention away

You might end up in another situation in which the eel needs to be repaid

Ruggie Bucci

“Steady! Steady!” 

“I’m trying Ruggie I really am.”

Here in Twisted Wonderland some of the best deals were on the highest shelves

And as you and Ruggie are both struggling financially 

Its only natural you two team up for the good cause of feeding yourselves

And man has Ruggie never thought you looked better

Scoping out deals with him and calculating what you both can afford

He’s wanted nothing more than to put a ring on it

And he was going to whetheryoulikeditornot

So here you were standing on his shoulders while you were search through the high shelves

“Ruggie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you really okay to hold me up like this?”

“Whats it? You think I’m weak?”

“Well no but–”

“Trust me (Y/n) I didn’t get into Savvannaclaw without muscle.”

“Alright..”

A if Jinxing it you began to wobble and so does he

Ending with you lovingly smothering the vicewarden

“Ruggie are you okay? Did I crush you?”

“Y-yeah you did.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“I-its fine. Uh lets-um finish shopping, yeah?”

“Right!” 

He’s reeling 

Blushing intensely as he replays the moment

Aswellaswhatcouldofbeen

“Maybe next time I should use ‘Laugh with me.’”

[jinxsleftmiddlefinger]

timebomb highschool au

(part 3)

(pt1) (pt2) (pt4) (read on ao3)

description: timebomb highschool au pretty much sums it up lol. there’s also canon storylines (vander death, vi conflict etc.) but translated into a modern context

warnings: none

Jinx knew agreeing to meet up with Vi wouldn’t end well, but she has never claimed to have good self control. After all these years, she’s just…curious.

Which is why she agrees to meet Vi at the mall. And ‘talk’, whatever that entails.

Sevika drops her off. She doesn’t really want Silco to know, not yet. She doesn’t think he’d be mad, it’d just be weird. And even though Sevika grumbles about Jinx and having to drive her places, she knows that she won’t tell Silco unless it’s necessary.

Deep breaths didn’t help prepare her to see her sister again. She doesn’t know how to feel.

She missed Vi, but she felt betrayed by her. She can never truly forgive her for turning on her after Vander’s death.

She doesn’t care about me anymore. She has Caitlyn. Jinx closes her eyes and walks towards the food court, looking for a splash of pink hair. 

And there she is. Same short haircut, same pink hair. Vi has the same face, but she doesn’t wear the same expression.

She grew up.

Jinx approaches the table slowly, her fingernails digging into her palm. After all these years, and then bam, Vi is just right there. Her sister is back.

“Hi.” Jinx stops in front of Vi’s chair. 

Hi?! Seriously, that’s all you could think to say!? Mentally, Jinx is hitting herself over the head.

Vi looks up, startled. “Pow-“ She cuts herself off, remembering being informed of her little sisters new name. “Jinx. Hi.”

Her flinch is visible when she says her sisters new name, inspired by her very own words.

Vi wraps her arms around her. For a second, Jinx is startled. She hasn’t been hugged like this in a while.

Vi smiles over her shoulder when Jinx wraps her arms around her slowly and relaxes into the hug.

Don’t cry. Don’t be weak. Jinx tells herself.

But even when she tries to seem tough, deep down, Jinx is just a little girl abandoned by her big sister.

She’s just a girl who misses her big sister.

“I’m so sorry,” Vi murmurs, pulling back from the hug. “I left…I wasn’t here for you, Jinx. I’ll never forgive myself for that. But, I realize now how awful a mistake that was, and I promise, I’m here now.”

Jinx stares at her sister for a moment, watching her. “Ok.” The smile at the corner of her lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Sit down,” Vi gestures to the seat across from her and sits back down into her own. “Do you, uh, want to get food?”

Jinx picks at her blue and pink nails. “I’m ok.” She bites her lip. “Thanks.”

“So…” Vi crosses her arms. “How are you doing in school lately? And uh…stuff?”

Jinx would find Vi’s awkwardness amusing if she wasn’t acting the exact same way.

Jinx get’s distracted by the sight of a blue ponytail, standing near the food court McDonald’s. It wasn’t her blue, not a vibrant, noticeable one. It had more of a purple tint.

It looked the hair colour off- But, no, it couldn’t be. Jinx had only seen her in instagram posts and pictures and that one time she secretly went to Vi’s college and spotted her outside. But there’s no way she’s here.

Except, she is. When she turns around, there’s no mistaking it’s her.

“Seriously!?” Jinx exclaims, looking at her sister angrily. “You brought her here?” 

Vi’s confusion slowly dissipates from here eyes. “I- Jinx, no, listen-“

“No!?” Jinx stands up, knocking her chair back with a bang. “She’s right there! I can tell that’s your stupid girlfriend even from over here!”

“Caitlyn is nice, I swear!” Vi stands up to, hands out towards Jinx like she’s a wounded animal. “She just…wanted to support me. And meet you! Honestly, she’s-“

“She’s a Piltie! Just another prissy prep school rich girl!” Jinx crosses her arms. “Why’d you bring her, Vi?” 

She’ll never choose me, Voices echo around Jinx’s head. No matter what I do. She’d even choose a stuck up Piltover graduate over me. She loves Caitlyn more than me.

“Jinx…” Vi pleads with her to see sense.

“I shouldn’t have come,” She snorts and turns away. “It’s whatever, Vi. Go be with her.”

“Don’t say that!” They’re starting to cause a scene in the middle of the food court, and Caitlyn’s looking over at the two of them, already aware of what they’re fighting about. “You can’t make me choose between you, Jinx! That’s not fair!”

Jinx looks at the ground, thinking of what Silco told her, of what she knows. Vi abandoned her. She shouldn’t have expected her to suddenly come around. 

“Life ain’t fair, Vi.” She snorts and walks away without looking back.

Her sister watches in shock, mouth open to call out, arms wrapped around herself. She feels her girlfriend come up behind her, wrap her arms around her waist.

“It’s not your fault, Vi.” Caitlyn tells her. “She’ll come around.” 

Jinx walks aimlessly around the mall, window shopping and glaring at people. 

Stupid, stupid me. Stupid, stupid sister.

She hopes Silco will never find out about this endeavour, because it would only lead to another one of his talks. 

Well, you were right Silco. You always are. She sighs.

Jinx has Silco, and Sevika even though she would never admit, and that was enough. It had to be.

She wandered into a store to wander aimlessly in a different place. Rows of clothes, none of them particularly interesting to her, were blurry in her peripheral vision. Then, something wasn’t blurry. Well, someone.

It was him.

Jinx smirked.

“Hello!” She appeared beside him and he jumped into the air.

“What the-“ He breathed sharply. “Jeez, you scared the shit outta-“ He paused when he saw who was standing behind him.

“Hey, new boy.” She leaned against the clothes rack he was currently browsing. “Watcha doing at the mall on this fine day?”

“Shopping.” He blinked.

“Well, duh.” She laughs and shifts closer to him. “But no one ever comes to the mall just for shopping. You’re looking for something specific. Or someone. Ya meeting someone, Ekko? You got a girlfriend?” Jinx leans closer to him.

Ekko blushes, hidden by his dark skin. “Oh, um, no.” He doesn’t know if Jinx is flirting with him or if this is just another example of her unique personality.

Jinx leans back and smiles. Bothering him is almost as amusing as bothering Sevika and Silco.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, keeping his eyes on the clothes rack behind her.

“I was here looking for someone, but,” She sighs sarcastically. “Sisters, y’know? Can’t live with em, can’t stuff em back in the old baby maker.” She makes a crude motion with her fingers.

Ekko nods along like he knows what she’s on about. “Right…” 

Jinx studies her nails. “I guess not everyone’s sister is shacking it up with a Piltie, though.”

Ekko glances at her, confused. She rolls her eyes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Uh, that’s like, Zaun High 101. Piltover High is some rich high end private school, and the kids there are all little bitches, let me tell you. Zaun and Piltover High are rivals.” She makes finger gun motions, shooting at each hand. She even adds endearing little pew pew sound effects.

“I see.” Ekko laughs lightly. “Thanks for telling me.” 

“You are so welcome! Wouldn’t want you to get beat to a pulp for accidentally associating with the Pilties.” Jinx says.

“Speaking of getting beat up,” Ekko says, something coming to his mind. “This guy came up to me at school the other day…said something about staying away from you and guys beating me up?”

Jinx blinks at him with wide eyes for a few moments, and he stands there awkwardly, clearly starting to think he’s done something wrong.

“Yep!” Jinx lets out a disappointed breath like this is nothing new. “Was he about ye tall, black hair? That’s Zach. He thinks he’s my ex boyfriend, or like, my now boyfriend, but I was never really that into him, ya know?” She stops leaning on the clothing rack and puts her hands in her pockets. “Just ignore him.”

“Ok.” Ekko doesn’t question about this Zach guy any further. He doesn’t want to overstep with this girl he barely knows.

Jinx pulls out her phone to look at a text that buzzed against her hip. It’s from Sevika.

I’m here to pick you up. Come get in the car.

Jinx types back: Kk! be there in a sec sevvyyyy

The response comes back immediately; Do not call me that, Jinx. And hurry up.

“Well!” Jinx slips her phone back into her pocket, noticing Ekko’s eyes catching on her blue phone case with graffiti like drawings and a monkey symbol in the middle. “Gotta go! See ya at school.”

And with that, she slips away into the mall.

[nyoomfruits]

scrunch!!! nose kisses :)

i’m so sorry for any spelling mistakes i wrote this on my phone lmao

He’s officially gone insane, Lando thinks to himself, as he watches Oscar waddle towards him in his ski boots. He’s lost it. Off the rails, totally bananas. There’s no way he’s finding this cute.

“I don’t understand why you like this so much,” Oscar grumbles, when he’s managed to waddle himself into hearing distance. He’s wearing a pretty boring black ski suit, gloves, scarf covering half his face, fluffy woolen hat. All Lando can see is his frowny eyes and his red nose. And still. Cute.

“To be fair, it’s more fun going down,” Lando says, slapping the skis he’s propped up on his shoulder. Oscar sniffles. Lando tries not to be weird about the cute little twitch of his nose.

“Hm,” Oscar says, sceptically, eyeing the mountain and then the lift a little father away. “Why did I agree to this again?” Oscar asks.

“Because you love me,” Lando says, trying not to trip over the four letter word too much. It’s still so new. So fragile. Every time he says it out loud he feels like he’s going to jinx it.

Oscar nods thoughtfully. “Fair point,” he says, and then leans past the skis he’s propped up in the snow and gives Lando a soft, sweet little kiss. “You look cute by the way.”

“No,” Lando says, smiling softly. “You.” And then because he can, and he’s always had terrible self control, kisses the tip of Oscar’s nose.

Oscar scrunches his face, laughs. “You’re such a weirdo sometimes.”

“Your weirdo, though,” Lando says, turning around to make his way to the ski lift.

With his back turned, he misses the soft, almost awe like look on Oscar’s face. “Yeah,” he says, as he follows after Lando. “Mine.”

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Brazil 2024

-George!!! He’s flying off!!

-Max and Lewis making up positions together

-Yuki still p3!!

-“Verstappen…and that’s Sergio Perez!” Dude I almost died!

-Yes!! Max!! Let’s go!!

-“17th on the grid! He’s made up 7 places on the first corner of lap 2!”

-Imagine having to drive Senna’s car and then downgrading to that…I feel for Lewis

-There was an extra formation lap? Damn, I missed that

-No DRS in these conditions

-Oh no Ollie :((

-This is giving Brazil 2016 so much, but I really don’t want to jinx it

-Franco Colapinto under investigation for causing a collision on Ollie Bearman (the rookies are fighting)

-“Norris could do with his teammate holding off Verstappen here- because so far no one seems to be able to do that”

-Don’t think I’ve seen Max and Oscar go wheel to wheel in a while

-Oh it was Ollie who caused the collision: 10s penalty

-“Max Verstappen hunting down through the mist and spray”

-I hate that Mercedes so much, what do you mean Lewis Hamilton can’t make up positions

-Carlos stuck behind a Sauber??

-Let’s go Max!! That’s the third time he’s pulled off that move!

-Yellow flag? Oh god Lewis- thought that was George for a second

-“Wheel to wheel with Hamilton” Franco probably giggling in his cockpit

-“Starting procedures infringements” what happened??

-Ohmygod Charles versus Max again! Brazil is giving!!

-I’m so happy for Yuki! Look at him still holding p3! (Please let him make podium)

-Yuki just being the cork in the bottle for everyone behind him

-Honestly give Lewis Senna’s car back

-“Car’s not drivable mate. I’m locking up, bouncing everywhere” “Understood” The way I would scream at that response

-“Carlos Sainz, is this the smooth operation he was looking for?” Haha

-Oh god, both the Mercedes struggling

-Ahh Charles and Max!

-“That was Charles Leclerc knowing exactly where Max Verstappen was going to go” He was like “mistakes”, what mistakes?

-Carlos dropping back two places again??

-So much spray

-“Who is going to make that right call?” The pressure to change to the right tires would make me throw up

-Charles pitting first???

-Ferrari please do right by us or I will cry

-I need to be watching this race with someone so that we could scream at Ferrari together

-There goes the RB! Of Liam Lawson” Stop with the pauses!! My heart can’t take it!

-“Leclerc pitted for new tires, he went into traffic and can not not clear it” Ferrari whyyy

-Nico?!!?

-Aaah Yuki?!?

-VSC!

-Worked out I think, sort of, for Charles

-Oh shit Mercedes in technical trouble?

-Ocon leading the race??

-Yuki no!! P6 :(

-Ohmygod how are they driving like this??

-Oscar penalty??

-Pierre P3?? Alpine!! What’s going on?!

-Safety car again?

-“Give Esteban Ocon his due” Yes, I swear

-The spray is so bad, you can barely see the cars

-Oh hell! Franco?! That looks bad!

-“The Williams mechanics, they’ve had such a tough day” Someone check on them please

-Max: “My tires are just like a boat”

-I feel for the marshals who have to take care of that

-The pit lane looking so colorful with all the different team mechanics, such a stark contrast to the gray skies

-Aw the team reassuring Yuki>>

-“Oscar Piastri has just come over to apologize to Liam Lawson” :)

-Maxplaining in intense action

-I kind of like these moments in wet races. The drivers getting a comfort break and us getting to see them in between everything

-Black flag?? What does that mean?? Why is he out!

-Rolling start?

-Ollie Bearman has served his penalty? When?

-Lando Norris behind Max Verstappen on the running down the pit lane game” haha

-“George Russel has a scooter. I wonder if he’s nicked Lewis Hamilton’s”

-See?? This is fun

-“First driver to get a black flag since 2007” That’s the opposite of fun

-Honestly just give Alpine the win, they need it

-Standing start…nope, rolling start

-We’re still only halfway through

-Carlos’ “Hello?” was hilarious. Ferrari what are you doing

-Yellow flag? Green flag!

-Oh shit Lando!

-Ohmygod Charles too??

-Ocon I’m sorry if I’ve ever doubted you

-Yuki losing positions is going to make me cry (please at least stay in the points)

-Charles stuck in a McLaren sandwich

-“Hamilton just driving into a wall of water” You really can’t see anything out there

-What is going on with Carlos?

-Oh bloody hell, another red flag? No! He got out

-Ollie is having the worst race right now

-Okay apparently if Alpine stay where they are right now they go past Haas in the WCC. I’m slightly less happy for them now

-I think Liam and Checo are just destined to fight every race weekend now

-Carlos Sainz???

-Another safety car

-Honestly this is such a bad weekend for so many team mechanics

-Kimi Raikonnen mentioned!!

<interlude cause I forgot to breathe>

-Charles!!

-Ohmygod Lando!

-Max!!!!

<screaming, crying, screaming>

-What is this race!!

-“Leclerc is the big beneficiary there” YES HE IS

-“Swap positions”

-Ohmygod Max calm down. He’s doing fastest lap after fastest lap!

-Max seriously how many??

-“Class 1 rain” Can McLaren just talk normally sometimes

-“Trying to lick it and send it” Daniel come back, they’re stealing your thing

-Oh Liam and Checo are going for it

-Aand Checo’s lost position

-Max!! What are you doing?? How many fastest laps!!

-I’m so paranoid of something going wrong and me being happy for nothing

-10s lead! I had only heard about days like this

-“It’s vintage Max Verstappen” “He hasn’t changed an iota from when he came here”

-Just remembered I watched Brazil 2019 yesterday and witnessed a Pierre podium, so I basically manifested this

-“You know what that is? Simply Lovely” Ohmygod I’m crying

-The Alpines driving in formation >>

-“The emotions today.. I’ll take it”

-17 fastest laps! That man is insane

I am so so so happy! No one talk to me for the rest of the week!

[klausinamarink]

Oop let's try this again; for the birthday fics: “Because you’re a jinx!” angsty Steddie established relationship, chasing fame Eddie and some guy Steve who gets discovered while Eddie's band keeps being passed over? Platonic hellcheer and platonic Stobin.

I couldn’t find a way to put in the platonic ships but it’s still Steddie. Enjoy the angsty flavour electric boogaloo.

It was supposed to be Eddie’s lucky day.

This was supposed to be his time. The moment when the rich suits would look at Eddie and immediately offer him the contract that finally pushed his music to fame.

But it was just another fucking mediocre performance. Only a few people out of the dozens in the crowd cheered, but that was worse than getting no response at all. Nobody even went up to them for an autograph, their numbers, Instagram handles, music samples, anything that would’ve made the night worth it.

Eddie stayed silent and seething for the whole drive home. The rest of the band left on their own respective vehicles, though Jeff had lingered longer to say something that Eddie mentally filtered out. Probably some shitty encouragement or a call to quit. 

His hands tightened around the wheel. Eddie felt the pulsing headache crawl to the back of his eyes. Goddamnit, he needed to sleep.

Maybe in Steve’s arms, but for once, Eddie just wanted to be alone for tonight. 

After he parked the car and trudged the stairs back to his apartment, Eddie bit his lip until he tasted the sting of copper. 

He was so tired. Not just physically, but in very foul shape that took its claws into him. It was the apathetic crowds and uninterested advisors. How the rest of the band delayed practice more and more. The bland methodical act of cutting up another piece of his shrinking soul as a muse for his lyrics. 

But still. He was close to that single star of recognition. Eddie had to taste it.

Unlocking the door, Eddie kept himself from collapsing until he dropped his guitar case and landed face-first on the couch. 

In the bedroom, he could catch some muffled conversation, the floor creaking as Steve paced back and forth inside. 

Eddie frowned and checked his phone for any missed messages. Steve hadn’t texted him since five,  soon after Eddie had left for the worst night of his life. It was almost eleven now. So why was his boyfriend still up and talking to someone?

Before Eddie could try and get up, the door opened and Steve came out, his phone in hand. Steve glanced up and stopped in his tracks when he saw Eddie. He gave a bright smile.

“Hey, babe! You okay?” 

Eddie groaned. If he had the energy, he could scream into the pillows.

The floor creaked as Steve approached and gently laid a hand on his back. “Was the band okay?”

Eddie groaned again, unable to hold himself back from pressing against Steve’s hand. He could really use a fucking massage. Or some quick, stress-relief sex. “It’s fucking awful. It’s always fucking awful.”

Steve made a sympathetic noise, “I’m sorry to hear that, Eds.”

Eddie lifted his head up and peered at Steve. Despite his words, there was an odd light in Steve’s eyes and his lips were fighting desperately not to smile.

“What is it?” He asked.

Steve had the nerve to look spooked, “Uh, well, I don’t want to ruin your mood-”

“What is it?”

Steve stared at him for a moment before he sighed like it was the start of a serious discussion.

“You know that audition I did back in Chicago two weeks ago?” Steve bit his lip. It only revealed the cracks of excitement on his face and Eddie already knew what he was about to say. “Well, my agent called and said that I’m officially casted. I’m gonna be in a HBO show!”

Record scratch.

Eddie only stared at Steve as the news hit him with the speed of a truck. When he saw Steve’s smile in full glory, he only saw blank faces who spat at him with rejection and disappointment and ‘try better’s. 

How the fuck does Steve get so many gigs when Eddie could barely find an open venue in advance? And now he’s going to work for fucking HBO, Jesus Christ-

Steve was frowning at him, “You- are you not happy?”

“Of course, I am!” Eddie said quickly. It felt hard to speak when there was something now stuck and burning in his throat. He got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. He needed a drink. Maybe not alcohol, though tempting. But some actual water but he was too exhausted and sober for this shit. 

“I’m always here to support my wonderful and talented boyfriend who never misses an audition. Who always gets a spot in whatever he plays in, even if it’s a fucking diaper commercial or a glorified extra who gets five more cents than his less impressive boyfriend.” 

As he spoke, his words became more tinted with venom. Eddie took an empty glass and filled it under the tap. He almost choked from gulping it down in one go. It cooled his throat, but the burning simply expanded through his veins.

“Okay, you’re mad.” Steve said slowly, now behind him.

Eddie laughed bitterly, “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. They taught you that in acting class or was it a trick from your last ex?”

“Jesus, okay, Eddie.” Steve put his hands on Eddie’s shoulders but Eddie shook him off with more force than necessary. “You’re obviously in a bad mood and my news isn’t making it better, but you did ask and-”

Eddie whirled around. He was seeing red at the corners of his vision. “And now it’s my fault?!”

Steve backed away, his hands up in a plea of surrender. His face pinched with concern and hurt. “Eddie, let’s, let’s just go to bed. Take a shower-”

“Stop treating me like I’m a child!” 

“Fuck, even a child would tell me what’s making them this upset!”

“You wanna know why I’m so upset? Huh?” Eddie smacked a hand against Steve’s chest, pushing his boyfriend away. “Take a guess with your ‘subtlety’ talents and maybe you can fucking figure it out.”

“No, I- Eds, baby-” Steve stopped to take a breath. He looked back at Eddie with more firmness, but he saw the way Steve’s ego was crumbling in his eyes. “Can you please just tell me why are you acting like this? Was it because I did something or-?”

Eddie’s anger flared. It touched the back of his mouth so he spat it all out like a dragon. “Oh, everything you do with your squeaky clean and easy career is the reason why I’m pissed at you. You get all of these stupid roles to play some stupid character Twitter would make discourse for while I have spent the last three years trying to find someone who’s willing to listen to my band play in a goddamn studio! But I keep missing these opportunities for some reason that I’m starting to think that we’re cursed or shit.”

“Eds, it can’t-”

“And don’t you say you know how it feels like because you never knew how to fucking fail, Stevie! Everything you do is just rich executives giving you silver platters. I bet they all want that Harrington blowjob.”

Steve gasped softly and shook his head. He now had his arms around himself like it would protect him. “That’s not true- Why are you even saying these things to me?!”

“Because you’re a jinx! Because you’re Steve Harrington and I hate your dumb luck!”

Eddie’s words echoed across the apartment as he breathed heavily. He wouldn’t be surprised if it went out the windows and into the streets. 

Steve held an unbelievably idiotic expression. Mouth half-open, a slack jaw, glossy eyes that just stared at Eddie without any more light shining in them.

Finally, he spoke so quietly that Eddie had to strain to hear, “Okay… I’m going to Robin’s.”

With that, Steve hurried out, having some decency to not slam the door.

And then it was just Eddie, alone in the kitchen with the nasty thoughts and words that would soon bite back at him.

[mvmnbnv]

Wow it is so refreshing to see your takes about s2. I did enjoy a good bit of it but there were also so many missed opportunities. I have to admit I don’t really love Vi as a character but I realized why reading your blog. It’s everything they do to her for Cait.

S1 it was a solid foundation and I could dig it… but starting with ACT 1 in s2 it was already getting problematic for me. Caitlin just assuming Vi is on “their side” and trying to make her an enforcer is wild.. like she could’ve at least asked Vi about the possibility before signing her up and getting the badge. Then the militant gassing and treating the Zaunites like garbage… why Vi just goes along with it is so strange! Willing to shoot a child as long as it hits Jinx… then hits Vi and leaves her and doesn’t ever come back or try to reconcile… are we supposed to like this character?

She becomes a dictator willingly just for revenge and does who knows what terrible things in the time jump. Then they reunite like nothing really happened. They have one mediocre argument where all Cait says is I know I was horrible but doesn’t apologize or care really.

Vi then stuck back in jail is expected to be talked down to by her and instead they have that terribly placed sex scene with no real communication.. then after the battle Vi is just cool sitting there in the mansion with Cait being a “good one”. Vi didn’t get her own character she existed for Caitlin. They ruined the sister dynamic which was the most important relationship in the show. I’m sorry but your sister thinks ending her life so you can enjoy your life with your partner and it’s celebrated like that’s a good thing is awful. Caitlin never even takes responsibility for anything she did.

What’s really crazy is that she’s still in power and no one calls her out for her treatment of Zaun. No one will ever call her out for not even apologizing to anyone let alone her partner. and Vi just doesn’t care about her home anymore cause she has Cait I guess? Hurray. Sorry just so annoyed by so much of this. They did Vi and Jinx too so dirty for Cait.

thank you!

summed up all my gripes with vis character in s2 perfectly

[loveinhawkins]

Part 1 Part 2 ao3 (Complete)

He has strange dreams.

Sometimes they’re not so bad. Sometimes he can hear Eddie’s voice encouraging him, “Yeah, there you go. That’s it, Steve, just keep breathing.”

Sometimes Eddie sounds strange, too, like he’s laughing and crying at the same time—muttering unsteadily, “C-come on, up you go. Shit, shit, shit. You’ve gotta help me out here, Steve.”

But then he’s flying, falling through darkness, and everything turns awful.

Fire. Flames all over his skin, burning, burning, and he has to kick, strike out, get away, but someone’s pinning him down—

“Y-you’ve gotta stay still. Wheeler, Wheeler, his leg, watch his—hey, Steve, shh, shh, just stop moving, man, please.”

Make it stop make it stop stop STOP STOP—

“Shh, shh, I know, I know. Take my hand, hey, you can break it, fucking go for it, man, I don’t care.”

Please I just want it to stop please please please just let me—

“Hey, hey, hey, you can’t go to sleep right now, okay? Just a little longer, Steve, we’re getting you some help, you’ve just gotta keep your eyes—”

It’s too much too much too much, just want it to end, I want I want—

“One more minute, Steve, you hear me? I’ll count, and then—you’re gonna be all right, this time it’ll be—”

YOU’RE LYING—

One last flash of lucidity.

Eddie. Eddie’s hand in his hair, Eddie’s lips against his temple, wet with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m s-so—God, just. Please.”

-

Another dream.

A new voice. Makes him think of summer, and butterscotch ice-cream, and laughter.

“Hi, Steve. Got a present for you, so you—you’d better, um… God, you’d find this so damn f-funny, wouldn’t you? Guess it’s more proof we’re from the same womb, huh? Ugh, gross image, Rob, thanks. Sorry. Just thought I’d say it for you.”

Don’t cry, Robin. It’s okay. Don’t cry.

-

“Eddie.”

“What? Is Buckley okay? Wheeler.”

“Yeah, she’s—she’s fine. It’s—they said—”

“Oh God.”

“—it might not work.”

A strangled, pained noise. Footsteps. A door slamming.

Where are you going? Come back. Come back.

-

Sleep. Drift. Try to wake. Sleep.

-

He dreams of fire.

Fire.

Fire.

Fire fire fire stop STOP—

Hand pressing down on his forehead, cold, cold, but he’s much too hot, he’s going to burn up, he can’t—he’s going to die, he’s dead already, it’s too much, it’s—

“Steve, Steve, just try and—hey, it’s just me, you’re okay, you’ve just gotta—oh Christ, please, Steve, just lie back. I know it’s hard, I know, I know.”

The scratch of a needle.

DANGER, GET AWAY, GET—

“Stop, stop! You’re hurting him, don’t you get it, you’re—”

-

A hand in his. Cold metal. Rings.

EddieEddieEddie

“Oh, holy shit.” Shocked laughter, breathless with relief. “That’s it, Steve, that’s it. Break my fucking fingers, dude, I dare you.”

Everything slips…

-

The fire goes out. Cold sweat. Shivering.

Lips on his temple. A kiss.

“You did it. You fucking did it, Steve, you’re amazing, you’re—that’s it, sweetheart, just breathe. Rest now. I’ve got you. Shh, I’ve got you.”

-

Sleep.

-

“Everyone’s fine, by the way. …God, it was fucking terrifying me, saying that out loud, y’know? Like I’d jinx it, or… Then I started thinking that you made a deal or something. Was the only way it made sense. Like, what are the odds that everyone else made it, and… Even me, man, thought I was a goner for… So I —I kinda pretended you’d made a trade, with God or the Devil or—I don’t know. Your life for… Wouldn’t put it past you. But that’s—that’s bullshit, okay? They… they don’t need saving anymore, Steve. They just need you.”

-

Wake.

Eyes too heavy to…

“Hey, hey, you’re good. Take it easy.”

Tongue slow. Throat scraped raw. Swallow.

Try.

“D’st’n. Dust…”

“Shh. Dustin’s just fine, Steve. Promised you, didn’t I?”

“H-hurt?”

“Nah, man. Not anymore.”

“You?”

“…Me?”

“Hurt?”

“Oh. I’m—I’m good, Steve. You sleep some more, ‘kay? You’ll feel better.”

Hand in his.

Gentle.

Safe.

Sleep.

-

Waking up properly is a slow, taxing thing. Eventually he blinks leaden eyelids open. Sees his left hand, lying limp: palm covered with gauze so only his fingers are really visible.

Footsteps, pacing the room. Back and forth, back and forth.

Eddie.

Steve wets his cracked lips and says the only thing he can.

“Dustin?”

Eddie freezes. Glances over. Lets out a shaky kind of scoff.

“He’s safe. D’you know how many times you’ve asked me that, Harrington?”

Steve tries to straighten up. Humours him.

“I dunno, twice?”

Eddie makes a noise imitating a klaxon, like Steve’s just got an answer wrong on a quiz show.

“Nope! Lost count after ten.”

Then Eddie looks at him, really looks at him, and he somehow gets even more still, as if he’s suddenly holding his breath.

“You’re—you’re back,” he says. “Can see it in your eyes. You’re really… fuck.”

He starts pacing again, his spine a rigid line of tension. Steve follows his every move, even though his eyes start to ache with the effort.

“You’re angry,” Steve says quietly.

Eddie shakes his head, breathes out a laugh through clenched teeth. “Yeah. Guess you could say that.”

He comes to an abrupt stop at the foot of the bed—a hospital bed, Steve realises, as one of Eddie’s hands grips the bottom rail, like he needs it to keep standing.

“This much,” Eddie says conversationally, and he shows his thumb and forefinger with barely any space between them.

“What?”

“That’s how close Henderson’s bite was to the femoral artery. Twenty seconds more? Hell, ten seconds? Those damn bats would’ve kept coming, and at least one of them would’ve fucking struck gold ‘cause I couldn’t fucking shield him properly in the goddamn first place, and he would’ve bled out in my arms. So yeah, Steve. I’m angry.”

“But that.” Steve frowns, hopes that he sounds understanding. Gentle. “That didn’t happen, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs again. He looks down, hair hanging so that Steve can’t see his face; he can see his knuckles on the bed frame though, turning white.

“I’m angry ‘cause you were right.” Eddie sucks in a breath, and when he raises his head, his eyes are burning. “I hate that you were right.”

“I don’t—”

“If you hadn’t done—done what you did.” Eddie falters, takes another breath. “Dustin would’ve died. I would’ve died. And I’m angry, I’m so fucking angry that that probably justifies it all for you.”

Steve sighs. “Justifies what?” he asks, though he suspects he already knows.

“That a world without you is any way fucking acceptable.”

Steve resists the urge to sigh again. “Eddie,” he says, tries to sound as matter-of-fact as he can without being a dick about it. “Look, man, I know you’re new to the whole—everything—but sometimes, things happen. People can get hurt, and—”

“No,” Eddie says. “No, you don’t get to do that. Don’t play that card. Yeah, I know I’m a fucking newborn to the whole alternate dimension shtick, but hey, the one thing I can say about myself is that I catch on pretty fucking quick.” He points at Steve, sharp and accusatory. “And I know if anyone else tried to pull the shit that y-you just—you would’ve stopped it in a heartbeat. I know you would have. So. Why?”

For a moment, Steve has to look away. He has the horrible feeling, suddenly, that Eddie’s eyes can see right through him. “Why what?”

“Why are you so determined that it has to be you?”

Steve swallows. He doesn’t know how to put it into words; doesn’t know how to say that his mind has played every scenario on a loop throughout the very worst of nights. That the thought of anyone else dying turns his world into static, the horror far too much to process. That, in comparison, the fear of his own death seems small. Trivial.

So instead, he looks Eddie right in the eye, because the guy deserves that, at least.

“Anyone else wasn’t an option,” Steve gets out.

He means for it to sound strong, determined, but he doesn’t think he succeeds, because Eddie’s eyebrows furrow like he can hear the fear in the words.

“And if—if it had to come down to it,” Steve continues, “I’d rather it—I’d—Dustin, he. He would’ve had you, and—”

Eddie laughs yet again, and it’s tipping into something hysterical. He presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “You barely know me.”

“I know enough,” Steve returns.

Eddie drops his hands. “I’ve barely known Dustin a year, man! And what am I even—I’m just the leader of his glorified fucking after-school club, I’m not—”

“Eddie, come on. You know you’re more than that.”

So much more.

But Eddie is shaking his head again. “Don’t you get it?” he says faintly. “Don’t you get how irreplaceable you are? Dustin, he—when I left him with the girls, he kept crying out for you. He was in pain, he was scared, and he wanted you. Yeah, he might think I’m the cool weirdo at high school, fucking whatever, but you—you’re his family.”

Steve abruptly finds a spot in the ceiling, blinks back the stinging in his eyes. “You gonna—” He clears his throat. “You gonna sit down?”

Eddie answers by scraping a chair along the floor until he throws himself into it, knees almost touching the side of Steve’s bed.

“I really hate blood, you know?” Eddie says, after a long silence. “Like, there was a biology lesson where… it was a dissection, the teacher was demonstrating, she’d barely made a cut with that scalpel thingy and I just…” He claps his hands together. “Fainted dead away. It was so embarrassing. Was almost glad when the Satan rumours started, at least it was a distraction from…”

A pause. Eddie leans forward.

“But with you… when we got you—in the ambulance, and—I watched everything. I didn’t look away, not for a second. Not for one fucking second.”

Steve exhales. “Why?”

“So I could say they didn’t just call it. That they tried, at least. That they fucking fought for you. ‘Cause that’s what we all were doing, we—we weren’t letting you go just like that. You shoulda seen Wheeler, man, thought she was gonna murder the docs with just one look. And Buckley, she—” A flicker of emotion passes across Eddie’s face. “You know you two have the same blood type?”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, then thinks it’s no wonder he survived, with Robin’s strength now flowing in his veins.

“Even that was touch-and-go for a while.” Eddie rubs a hand down his face, looks thoroughly exhausted. “Like, Dustin was feverish for a bit, and they reckon I’d already puked it up, but you—there were some white-coats who knew about… and they thought. That. That there was so much venom in you from those bats that you’d… your body would reject Robin’s blood.” He bows his head. “For a while, I thought… I thought…”

Steve puts all his effort into lifting his hand. Manages to reach the top of Eddie’s head, fingers curling weakly into his hair.

“Eddie, I’m—I’m sorry.”

It’s not enough; he knows it’s not enough. But it’s all he has.

Eddie gently removes Steve’s hand. Uncurls Steve’s fingers, like he’s seeing them for the very first time.

“This one was the worst,” he whispers. “Throughout all of it.” He stares down at the palm covered in gauze, and his eyes fill with tears. “Because when you—when you brought out the knife, that’s. That’s when I knew for sure. What you were gonna—” His voice breaks.

Steve doesn’t know how to make this better. Thinks that he’d settle for making Eddie smile. That would be worth something. Everything.

“I meant it, y’know. Wasn’t just the blood loss talking.”

Eddie sniffs. “Meant what?”

“That you’re beautiful.” Eddie chuckles. One tear falls down his cheek. He doesn’t wipe it away. “Nah. When you said that, I was like oh, you’re really out of it, huh?”

“Don’t think that was it.” Steve gathers the last of his bravery. “Think I just—didn’t wanna die with it going unsaid.”

Eddie makes a noise, a pained mixture of a gasp, sob and laugh.

“I thought you were… beautiful, t-too,” he says through uneven, stuttering breaths.

Steve makes a face of distaste to get him to laugh again; it works, except for the fact that he also starts to sob even more.

“Yeah, bet I was a pretty picture.”

“Steve. I mean it. You—you were looking down at Dustin, I saw you, and I just. You looked so… so fucking devoted, you were glowing with it. I think.” His voice turns tearful again. “I think I knew even then. I just remember—remember thinking oh God, he—he loves so damn much that he’s gonna die for it.”

He puts a hand over his eyes. Weeps.

Steve’s heart shatters.

“But I didn’t,” he murmurs. “Eddie, hey. I didn’t. I’m still here.”

He lifts his hand again, reaches for him. Very clumsily touches his cheek, until Eddie jerks back with a muttered, “I’m gonna get your bandages wet.”

“Guess I’ll just have to kiss you instead,” Steve replies—and ordinarily that level of boldness might have shocked him, but fuck it; he’s been through enough that the nerves barely register. Can only really feel a sudden wave of exhaustion, anyway.

Eddie snorts—seems to be so taken aback that he stops crying. “Was that a fucking line? In a hospital bed, no less? You have zero shame, Steve Harrington.”

Steve smiles, suppressing a yawn. “Did it work?”

Eddie smiles back. Tears still shine on his face. He pauses, then says, “One,” lifting up a finger like he’s haggling. “Then I’d better go tell someone you woke up.”

“Deal.”

And Steve is quickly becoming too tired to do much in the way of responding, so that the whole thing ends up being just a brief press of lips against one another. Even then, it’s the best. Because Eddie’s lips are warm, and all Steve can taste is the salt of his tears. No blood.

Eddie draws back just a little, gives one last lingering peck. Then he moves away.

Steve’s eyes are delayed in opening; when he manages it, he sees Eddie giving him a tender smile.

“Oh, it was a goodnight kiss, I see,” Eddie teases.

“Mm-hmm.”

Eddie leans forward again, this time to kiss Steve’s forehead. It makes Steve’s eyes close instinctively, and then he can’t seem to open them again.

Eddie chuckles. Sighs. “You’re fading, sweetheart. Gonna go fetch a doctor, then I’ll be right back. Promise.”

“Mm. Trust you.”

Trust you with everything.

He hears Eddie standing up, pushing the chair aside—everything muffled, but softly so. Not frightening. Not anymore.

As Steve drifts off, his last thought is that Eddie had been right; he would’ve died for love.

But now…

Now he’d like to try living for it.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Crown

@jegulus-microfic October 25, Word count 890

Little Prince had long been a name Sirius had called him. It had started out as an endearment, but as they’d grown apart, the words had turned into a snarl. Sirius called him that instead of using his actual name and every time he did, Regulus glowered, but inside he felt another piece of his heart break off. He’d loved his brother for as long as he could remember. Sirius had been his protector, his only friend, the only person who cared about him, and now, Regulus was nothing to him. 

“What are you doing skulking around here, Little Prince?” The sneered words came from behind him. He didn’t want to turn around, but he knew if he didn’t, Sirius would make him pay for it, just like their mother. Regulus let his face go blank and turned. 

“That is none of your concern,” He drawled as he stared at the scowl aimed at him on Sirius’s face. He was with his usual gaggle of associates. The short one that looked like a flobberworm would scare him. Lupin, tall and aloof but with a certain feel about him that made Regulus want to keep on his good side and, of course, his replacement. James Potter. 

Regulus shifted his gaze from his brother to Potter. The other boy cocked his head, his eyes crinkling behind those ridiculous glasses he wore as a grin spread across his face. Regulus started when James winked cheekily at him.

“You know what, boys?” Sirius said, drawing Regulus’s attention back to him. Regulus didn’t like the way Sirius’s eyes danced with mischief, he tried to take a step back but found the stone wall behind him. He wouldn’t let Sirius see his fear. “Little Princes should all have a crown,” Before Regulus could draw his wand, Sirius had cast his spell. A heavy weight rested on Regulus's head. He raised his hands and felt it. A sharp, pointed crown sat atop his head. He tried to pull it off, but it wouldn’t budge. It was cold, freezing, in fact. 

Sirius and his friends burst out laughing as he tried again to remove it. 

“Twat!” He shouted, as he raised his wand and sent a cutting jinx at Sirius’s face. A small cut appeared across his cheek and Regulus knew he’d gone too far. Smoke poured from the end of his wand, filling the corridor and he made his escape. 

He hid in the back of an empty classroom and tried again and again to get that awful crown off his head. It was made of ice, a joke he’d heard from his housemates and others, Ice Prince. Sirius must have thought it was hilarious. “Damn it!” He cried as his eyes filled with tears. He tried so hard not to be the soft child that had become a burden to Sirius, but here he was blubbing like an infant. 

“Hey, it’s alright. I can get that off,” James Potter materialised out of thin air, making Regulus jump in fright. He banged his head hard on the underside of the desk he was hiding under. “Oops, sorry,” James said apologetically. Regulus flinched as James’s wand pointed at his face, and a jet of warm light shot out of the tip. “There, back to normal,” James said, grinning at him. He held out his hand to Regulus, and Regulus took it without thinking. “You okay?” James asked kindly. Regulus scowled at him and tried to leave the classroom. James’s hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Let me go,” Regulus ordered, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling as he tensed to fight. 

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what we did; we took it too far, and it won’t happen again,” 

“Sirius took it too far like he always does,” Regulus muttered, his eyes fixed on the way James’s hand wrapped easily around his slender wrist.

“Either way, I’m sorry,” James told him before releasing him. Regulus raised his eyes to warm hazel ones and could see why his brother liked being around James more than he ever did Regulus. The other boy was warmth and light. He was summer sun and cosy fireplaces. Regulus was a star in the endless vacuum of frozen space. Who’d want to be around that when they could have James Potter? 

James suddenly moved closer and then Regulus was in a hug. His head involuntarily fell forward against James’s chest and his eyes closed as he breathed in his heady scent. He’d never been held like this, not even by Sirius. Then his brain caught up with his actions and tore him away from James’s warm hug. 

“Get your hands off me,” He spat and hurried to the door. He couldn’t help it, though as he left, he looked over his shoulder and saw James’s face brighten as their eyes locked. What on earth could have made his face open up like that? Regulus pondered on that for the remainder of the day and into the rest of the week until a hand shot out from behind a tapestry as he passed and pulled him behind it. A warm, heady scent of cedar, broom polish and outside hit him before warm, soft lips found his, and he knew. It was him.

[lady-griffin]

A Few Seconds After Jinx and Silco’s First Hug

Silco: I’ve ascended to my true form... a single father.

~*~

A Week After Their First Hug

Sevika: You do know she’s not your real, actual daughter, right?

Silco: What?! Of course, she is. We hugged!

Sevika: I’m sorry, what?

Silco: Do you think I would hug a child that wasn’t my own?

Sevika: I mean, obviously no... But-

Silco: Do you think that I just go around hugging random children that I don’t know in alleyways and then adopt them because of said hug? Is that what you think, Sevika?!

Sevika: Okay, obviously you don’t do that. But to be clear - THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID WITH JINX!

~*~

A Few Weeks After Their First Hug

Sevika: I still don’t think you understand how becoming a parent actually works.

Silco: Seriously Sevika, it’s like you weren’t even there to see our life-changing hug.

Sevika: I didn’t see it. I was knocked unconscious from her stupid bomb in my attempt to save your stupid life, you fucking asshole.

Silco: ... Are you still mad that your new arm hasn’t come in yet? I told you it’s on its way.

~*~

Jinx and Silco Hug For the First Time

Silco: I’ve become a father.

Vander’s Ghost: You haven’t become shit.

Silco: No, we hugged; pretty sure that means she’s my daughter and I’m her father now.

Vander’s Ghost: IT TAKES MORE THAN A HUG TO BECOME A FATHER!!!

Several Years Later - 

Silco is killed by Jinx, but he doesn’t hate nor blame her; instead, he uses his last words to try and comfort her in the best way he can think of due to the impossible and awful situation that they’re in.

Vander’s Ghost: Fine... you were her father... whatever.

Silco’s Ghost: VINNNNNDICATION!!!

Vander’s Ghost: You’re still a fucking bastard.

I do think it actually took Silco some time to start seeing Jinx as his daughter, but also...

It’s genuinely so much funnier to think that because Silco is someone who would never hug a child, let alone care about someone like he does for Jinx, unless they were in fact his child, that means the second he hugged her - she 100% became his child and he does not understand why everyone is not understanding this.

Seriously they hugged!!! Clearly that means he and Jinx have always been father and daughter; just because they didn’t know each other beforehand and aren’t biologically related, doesn’t mean they weren’t always father and daughter.

No, but in all (some) seriousness - I feel like for anyone else it’s just a hug – it doesn’t have to mean anything at all. But for Silco, for this disaster of a man, who is so damaged, it’s a HUG.

It’s a physical act of affection and it means everything to him, because he doesn’t do that shit lightly.

Once he returned her hug, he was never going to break his promise to her; once he returned that hug, she was his child.

Bonus:

Vander: I don’t think you understand how adoption or becoming a parent works.

Silco: I don’t think you understand how it fucking works; half of your children are dead!

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Poor Choice of Words (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Excited about your new relationship with Malcolm, you two decide to tell your friends about it. Your wording, however, is just a bit off.

A/N: the ask was really really long (no offense to the anon who wrote it <3) so i decided to just screenshot the request part that i wanted to use. anon gave a few story ideas and this was the one i liked the most. this is meant to be a part two to She Doesn’t Get It, but i think it can also be read on its own. also sorry it’s pretty short lol

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A few weeks had gone by since you and Malcolm first started dating. After many months of dancing around feelings and miscommunicating, you didn’t want to jinx the relationship by immediately telling people about it. Malcolm, being absolutely smitten with you, agreed wholeheartedly.

But eventually, the two of you agreed that you were ready to tell your friends. Friends first, mainly because Malcolm didn’t know how Lois would react to him dating someone who behaved similarly to Reese. 

“Should you tell them, or should I?” You asked Malcolm as you walked to a lunch table. Cynthia and Stevie were already there, eating and conversing.

“Maybe you should do it. With how much I’ve talked about you to them, they might tune me out.”

“Aw, you talk to our friends about me?” You cooed, leaning into Malcolm a bit. He didn’t answer, but you noticed his bright red cheeks as you reached the table. “Hey guys!”

“Hey!” Cynthia waved at you enthusiastically as you sat down. “I feel like we haven’t seen you guys in a while.”

It was true. You and Malcolm started spending your lunch breaks together, usually under the bleachers at the football field. You were able to do couple things without people seeing. One of the people you had in mind was Reese, who liked snitching on Malcolm or using information against him.

“Yeah, I’ve been helping Y/n study.”

That wasn’t a total lie. Malcolm helped you with your classes a lot. But recently, you’ve been doing other things like making out.

“So what’s… new… with you guys?” Stevie asked, eyes darting between you and Malcolm. You looked to Malcolm, silently asking if he still wanted you to tell them the news. He nodded.

“Okay, it’s a good thing we’re all sitting down, because this might shock you.” Cynthia and Stevie immediately perked up, waiting for you to tell them the shocking news. “Malcolm and I…” You played with your fingers, excited but a bit nervous to finally say it. “We’re not friends anymore.”

Everyone looked at you confused, including Malcolm. You wondered why.

“That’s not what I was expecting…” Cynthia murmured, tilting her head in confusion and concern. “What happened?”

“Did he do… something… stupid?” Stevie asked. Malcolm looked offended.

“No, of course not! Why would you say that?” You were becoming as confused as everyone else.

“Y/n, that might be one of the worst ways to tell them we’re dating,” Malcolm informed you softly. You thought about it for a moment, quickly realizing how that could be taken the wrong way.

“Ohhh.”

“You’re dating?!” Cynthia gasped, leaning forward in her seat. “Since when?”

“It’s been a few weeks.”

“Why didn’t… you tell us?”

“We wanted some time for ourselves.”

“Who confessed first?”

“I did.” You answered with a smile. Cynthia and Stevie looked at you and Malcolm, as if deep in thought.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Hey!” Malcolm again looked a bit offended.

“What do you want us to say, Malcolm?” Cynthia laughed. “You spent so much time dropping hints, we thought you would’ve given up on telling her.”

“What hints?” You asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” Malcolm said, patting your thigh before looking at Cynthia. “If it means anything, I was gonna tell her, but she beat me to it.”

“It doesn’t,” Stevie said, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m happy for you guys.” Cynthia smiled at the two of you. Stevie agreed, and the two lightly interrogated you and Malcolm about your relationship. You ended up learning new things, mainly that you were terrible at taking hints.

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

[lesbianherald]

Hi I’m here to yap a bit about that final couple chapters!

This will be long so buckle up. I wrote some of this in the middle of the night right after I finished it so forgive me if I’m incoherent in some places lol

First I gotta talk about Jinx and how you handled that roof scene. Phenomenal.

I loved how they talked about how it won’t break the cycle, it just makes a new one. Like I feel like the season 2 ending gave a not so great message that Jinx needed to loose everyone close to her and leave her loved ones for them to be happy. Which just rubs me the wrong way.

The bird flying away at the end of the chapter felt so powerful. I just sat there in awe for several minutes.

Ok now I have so much to say about chapter 14. I burst into tears at the start and did not stop throughout the entire thing. I would start to stop then another line hit me and bam, more tears. And I kept crying for a good while after I finished it. It was that moving.

Jayce and Viktor’s conversation about marriage was amazing. And the proposal. Wow. The way you showed that Viktor wants to give Jayce something he has wanted so badly his entire life. The gesture was so loving.

Also the line “I want my ashes spread with yours” IM SICK

And Ximena talking with Viktor was so great.

Some of my immediate reactions that I wrote as I was reading:

HE’LL BE SO GOOD TO YOU DARLING

LET HIM BE GOOD TO YOU

FUUUCKKK

How am I supposed to move on from that

The whole “I’ll take control and then give it up to you” because Viktor trusts him that much got me so emotional (as if I wasn’t already lol)

They just

Love each other

So much

Viktor just speaks to me so much with his emotional arc. Like wanting to be loved so badly and loving so deeply. And having a hard time expressing how much people mean to you, especially saying it out loud with words.

And just seeing that depicted made me feel so seen. Like as a fellow writer I aspire to achieve that level of emotion in what I do. Especially that specific feeling. I am always trying to capture that and you did it. I cannot say thank you enough.

I felt so at peace with the ending. And I love that they’ll spend the rest of their lives together. I love fluff and happy endings so I feel so at peace and touched. I feel like we got a snippet of their lives and that time will go on without us and that’s really beautiful.

As someone who’s been here for a while, I’m so grateful to have been here to watch your story grow in real time. I recommend it to everyone I know who watches arcane.

This was so special and I’ll treasure this story always.

First of all im so sorry i missed this the first time you are so so kind and incredible for this IM so DKSJFHSDKL

i'm so glad you liked my roof scene with jinx and everyone I was so frustrated with season 2 for the exact reason you talked about here. The cycle thing felt really odd and just such a harsh thing to put on a character with a history of very clear mental health struggles it made me so :( so ahhh im glad that scene hit for you

and re: viktor yeah that's exactly what I was GOINNNG for so im so glad you saw it it really was like exploring how hard it is having so many barriers in place stopping you from being confident in feeling your own feelings and being fully present in relationships and Im so glad people felt seen in that . definitely a truth for me and something I personally relate to lmao

thank you so much for all these kind words. i appreciate the support so much. its still so surprising to me that this fic got traction the way it did it means the world to know all this and that what i wrote was resonant so thank you thank you thank you <3

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

A Tale of Two Dragons

5/6 - The Exiled Snake

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Roman is, surprisingly, having a lovely day in the Witch's cabin. Unfortunately, the day ends on a far less lovely note.

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No TWs for most of this chapter I don't think they really are just chilling. At the end beware of a character being attacked and drugged - it's very brief.

Remus has officially caused some problems :3

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It had been a few hours since Roman woke up from whatever the hell Remus had given him - It had upset him greatly to learn that his brother didn't just want to spend time with him for once but that's a whole other issue - and in that time he’d been freed of his blindfold as well as his gag and by goodness did he have a nice view. 

At least that was the one thing going for this. The witch’s home was beautiful. Cluttered and messy but warm and bright with candles as it began to get dark. The room he was in wasn’t too cold or too warm and it smelled rather pleasantly of a mixture of different herbs that Roman didn’t think he could name. Maybe he could smell rosemary. 

The witch himself was… also rather appealing in looks. Roman didn’t want to admit it considering his current situation as a kidnap-ee, but he was simply thinking the truth. The witch was tall and strong looking under his mysterious looking clothing, his hair was dark and curly and soft-looking as it hung over his face, hiding his gorgeous violet eyes

He had even given Roman a pillow to rest his head on and wrapped a blanket around him when he put out the fire and headed into the next room to sleep for the night. Roman, as expected, didn’t sleep all that well sat up and tied, but the next morning the witch gave him something that made him feel like he’d slept for hours followed by a frankly delicious breakfast that he’d had to feed him with a fork, making the both of them blush at the pure absurdity of the situation. 

The witch also wasn’t actually so bad at conversation, when it came down to it.

“What are you up to?” Roman asked, shuffling his chair around a little so that he could watch the witch work, leaning forward as much as his binds could allow to try and see what he was grinding together in his mortar, the witch hummed and turned to face him, before releasing he’d managed to turn the chair around himself and chuckling. 

“It’s nothing much,” He said, “Just another little jinx from my ex… he wont leave me alone.”

Single and gay? Sign Roman up - no. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, he was open with Janus about the potential of polyamory in their relationship, but he couldn’t go trying to romance the man who’d had a hand in kidnapping him, no matter how kind he was being. 

“Ah,” Roman said, “I’m sorry, if I wasn’t bound to this chair I’d go out and deal with him for you.”

“Right,” The witch scoffed, shaking his head and going back to mixing up the herbs. Crushing what looked like a belladonna flower into the mix, Roman winced, that would be one nasty spell. 

“No really!” Roman said when it became clear that the witch didn’t believe him, “I would do so! You don’t seem like a terrible person, whatever he did to deserve such a hex must be quite awful-”

“You-” The witch paused, “I kidnapped you-!”

“Remus kidnapped me,” Roman corrected.

“What…” He sighed, “Whatever, my ex was a dick, you’re right, that’s why I left and came out here.”

“I’m sorry you were treated that way,” Roman said, sounding more serious and soft than before. His tail flicked as much as it could in its binds, he hated to think anyone living within his borders was being treated badly. 

“It’s- it’s fine, not your fault,” The witch looked away quickly, down at his mortar. Roman watched a tear fall into the mix before the witch hastily wiped his eyes, “My uh- my name is Virgil.”

“Oh!” Roman said brightly, “Nice to meet you, Virgil! My name’s Roman.”

“I know, dumbass,” Virgil huffed, Roman could practically feel him rolling his eyes. 

“So… Virgil…”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” Virgil sighed deeply, Roman just grinned.

“Can you tell me about your witchy stuff?” he asked, Virgil turned with a surprised look, tilting his head, clearly that hadn’t been what he was expecting.

“Why would you need to know about that?” Virgil asked, “Aren’t you super powerful?”

Roman baulked, “Well- yes - but- but not with witchcraft! My magic is more uh - I suppose it’s in my blood? With my ancestry my magic just comes naturally - it’s not practised like yours! Witchcraft fascinates me…”

“Okay okay calm down-” Virgil said, though his face was dusted a rather adorable pink, “I can- I can show you the basics if you really want.”

The afternoon was spent with Virgil teaching Roman various basic magic practices. Of course, Roman’s hands being bound did make it a little difficult for him to actually do anything, though that was of course Virgil’s intention, it was a little frustrating. 

But, miraculously, by the time they were ready for dinner, Roman almost thought he would consider them friends. 

It was starting to get late, but Virgil had let Roman up from the chair, with the caveat that he had to keep his hands - and thus his magic - bound. But at least that let him move to the comfier sofa with the witch, where he could read over his shoulder. It was a nice story, and Roman was just starting to fall asleep against Virgil’s shoulder when he felt something. 

A pinprick in his chest, a tiny, warm feeling that had him sitting up. Virgil looked up at him, confused, before his eyes widened. 

“You-” Virgil said, frowning, “Is your crown supposed to glow like that?”

Roman made a noise - he couldn’t tell what it was, his magic being cut off meant that the feelings he relied on to keep his friends and partner safe was far away and difficult to keep a hold on, but he could tell something was happening.

“Someone’s in trouble,” Roman says, “All- all my friends have a piece of jewellery - like a charm, I bought them so I’d always know if they were in trouble - I-”

“Okay okay, slow down,” Virgil said, taking hold of Roman’s arms and taking a deep breath for him to follow, “Can you tell anything else about what’s happening?”

Roman shook his head, a little panicked, “Not- not with these restraints on-”

“You’re not gonna bolt if I take them off of you, right?” Virgil asked. Roman didn’t know if he was being truthful when he did it, but he shook his head anyway. Virgil carefully reached around Roman to untie the magical rope on his wrists. 

Once he was free, Roman closed his eyes and took a few long, deep breaths, taking Virgil’s hand to ground himself as he focused on the feeling. 

“It’s Janus-” Roman says softly, “He- Janus is my partner, he- he’s outside of the kingdom-”

“Is that… bad?” Virgil asked tentatively. 

“Yeah - he- he’s a refugee - exiled from his home kingdom, the palace took him in a few years ago, but it’s not safe for him out there - he’s a Naga, there are people who are after him and no-one would dare with him under my protection but outside of the kingdom is free game - what is he doing out there?”

Virgil looked torn, conflicted, he squeezed Roman’s hand where he was still holding it, “Okay… so he’s in trouble?” He asked, “Like - potentially in trouble or actively in trouble.”

“Actively in trouble- he’s terrified,” Roman said, eyes still closed as he focused on Janus’ earrings - he wasn’t wearing them, which was strange too, but Roman could still feel how Janus was feeling through them, “I think he’s being attacked, can’t be sure- Virgil-”

“You wanna go and save him,” Virgil said, already standing up, helping Roman to his feet.

“You’re… letting me?”

“Someone you love is in trouble,” Virgil told him, “Probably because of the shit plan I involved myself in, of course I’m letting you.”

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, even smiling, “Thank you Virgil - oh! You should come too- we might make use of your magic,” Roman said - though in reality he really just wanted Virgil to accompany him. 

Virgil nodded, and moments later had gathered a bag of offensive supplies - potions, physical spells and other materials - as well as his staff, and he was ushering Roman out of the door.

Before they could get far, Roman crouched down and told Virgil to climb onto his back. They would be able to get there faster if it was just Roman, and that way he could use his magic to get there quicker too. Eventually, Virgil complied with just a little grumbling and soon enough they were running through the woods towards where Roman could feel Janus’ panic. 

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Back at the castle, Remus slept soundly whilst Logan and Patton had a hushed but panicked conversation in Logan’s office, they’d both felt the signal too. They were worried about Janus, and about Roman - who hadn’t even woken up to respond to it. Eventually, after much convincing from Patton, he and Logan decided to go after Janus themselves. 

Remus woke up half an hour later feeling like something was distinctly wrong. 

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Janus was surrounded. Even if he shifted into his snake-like form, there was no way he would be able to escape now. They had nets, and they’d already shot him with some kind of dart that made him slow and dizzy. All he could do was clutch his earrings and hope someone would come to his rescue….

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[a-whispering-echo]

I’ve been thinking about this post of yours for a hot minute.

First off I think he’d name it jinx because uh uh I like arcane and I finished iy and I like jinx :D and I’m also ASS at names.

He would probably reject the id3a of a service dog for a while because like “well how am I supposed to take care of a dog if I can’t even take care of myself.” And he’s probably not the biggest fan of dogs. Then horror comes along and he’s great with dogs so he decides to give it a try. It’s a good doggy but is probably a lil silly. It would think it’s a lap dog and step on dusts abdomen and make him wheeze before getting comfortable

Uh my brain is like rotting. Dust would wake up with dog hair in his mouth bc cuddles or something uhmuhhdjhd he makes the mistake of sleeping on hi stomach and his back jsut gets walked on (which makes his back feel better cuz he has shrimp posture and tense grumpy man) sorry the autism is autisming but my brain is so tired and sleepy and hungry and wnd expldoes

Oooh, I don't know much about arcane, but I know jink is the main character I think, and has a dead name of powder? Which is like, perfect for dust lol. I think I saw something about her in a vid on writing psychosis and trauma in characters one time.

Oh he'd DEFINITELY be against the idea at first, because like you said, he doesn't think hed be a good owner, plus I don't think he feels like he DESERVES help, but then once he's introduced and accepts the pup, they're bonded for life.

Awe, Dust cuddling with the pup! So cute! I can picture it now!

Go to sleep young man!