#overheard arcane

[rhaellatully]

I don't know if somebody said that already, but with martial law being declare and Cait one her way to become a dictator I'm worried the season will end with a return to the status quo, and what I'm scared of is this return to the status quo being framed as a good thing... because as season one showed the status quo kind of sucked...

[leepores]

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙲𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳   𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎:    Fallout Sentences

⌞ 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛:⌝   @arcane-torrent ⌞ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 :⌝ "What would you know about where I'm from?"

      ❝ You would be surprised. ❞     Self confident as could be, even sporting a winning smile before the clicking of a lighter announces Polly indulging in a well-earned drag of her cigarette. The assassin handled her break from nicotine long enough.     ❝ You're not born in Ionia  &  not your typical everyday fighter either. ❞

A breath let out, smoke soon passed Polly's lips before elaborating even further.     ❝ The locals here are quite the chatty bunch. Valeria, is it   ?   Are you a refugee   ?   Where'd you flee from   ?   Noxus   ? ❞

[foolinafable]

squeeze you in

SYNOPSIS: Viktor barely has the time, but he makes it for you PAIRING: Viktor x reader WORDCOUNT: 5.2K TAGS: S1 Arcane, set around Act 1 and before Act 2, 5 year age gap, assuming arcane uses weekdays and seasons. Fem pronouns towards the end NOTES: spent all weekend writing this, hope you all enjoy. try not to mind any editing errors

This was decidedly a bad idea. Wandering the halls of the academy at night wasn’t dangerous, even with the recent attack from the undercity, that's if you could even really call it an attack. To you, it seems to be children getting involved in things they shouldn’t. You could remember them now, the swirls of brown, red and blue running along the roofs of Piltover after the explosion in the apartments of the academy. While many around you felt fear, all you saw were children. Sure, they looked only a few years your junior, but even Heimerdinger tells you that you are only on the cusp of adulthood, still shadowed by childish tendencies. You suppose that he is correct; twenty is only one year off nineteen, and that age is considered a teenager despite its adult allowances. 

You take a deep breath as your hand curls around the handle to Heimerdinger's office, unsure as to why you feel so nervous. It’s not as if you're stealing anything but rather retrieving it. You had foolishly left behind your notebook during your meeting with him when it had been interrupted by the council having an impromptu meeting, something you are sure had something to do with Talis. You needed it for a meeting the next morning with another professor about your dissertation, your last piece of work as a student at the academy, and you couldn't go to the meeting without it. Least you look unprepared, surely your job offer as a researcher for the academy could be rescinded if you didn’t appear completely committed.

So, despite your better judgement, your anxiety outweighed it as usual as you slowly opened the door to the dean, your mentor's room. You crept inside, even though nobody was around, afraid even the slightest noise could get you caught snooping after hours. Quickly, you found your notebook on the chair. You had left it opposite Heimerdinger's desk; he preferred it when you told him of your research and studies without the aid of your writings, so you had placed it next to your body on the chair. You picked it up, signing in relief that this was as easy as you hoped, when another notebook caught your attention, one that certainly wasn't on the desk when you left. Curiousity about getting the better of you as you reach for it, opening it to the first page, eyes widening at the text ‘If found, please return to Jayce Talis'. Your mind quickly remembered an interaction you had overheard in this very office earlier that day.

You were walking the path towards Heimerdinger's office, only this time it was daytime, the sun was out despite the slight winter chill warming anyone in its path. You slowed as you got towards your mentor's office, frowning at the sound of voices coming from inside. Did you get the time wrong? You wondered, looking down at your watch, showing that you were, in fact, on time. Your hands are sweaty now, anxiety crawling at the idea of interrupting, deciding to stay outside for a few moments to calm down.

“Why can’t I read it?” An exacerbated voice rang out, his accent making your face feel hot

“That Talis’ work was dangerous; the explosions in the city were proof of that; you don’t need to be involved, Viktor”, Heimerdinger's voice rang out, proud as always

“I hardly see how simply reading what he was working on is such a bad thing. I thought the greatest scientific ventures were the ones that bent the rules of the institution.” The man Viktor, you assume, tries to manoeuvre the conversation to his favour, but Heimerdinger is seemingly having none of it. Moving closer to where you are by the door as if to get the boy out of his office, you quickly knock on the door, worried that he would open the door and see you eavesdropping. Both voices stop at the sound of the knock, and Heimerdinger quickly opens the door. You awkwardly smile at the dean, eyes rising to meet the amber ones of the other body occupying the room.

“Can I come back later?” You twiddle your fingers, nervousness wracking your body at interrupting whatever this is

“No, no, come in”, Heimerdinger exclaims, pulling you by the hand into his office, yelping at the sudden contact as he continues to speak. “We were done here anyways”, his eyes solely on Viktor, who seemed to have mellowed out your presence, quickly giving his goodbyes before leaving the room, closing it behind him.

So this was what the man was interested in, what he was forbidden from reading. You tap your fingers on the book cover before quickly placing your notebook on top of it, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth as you quickly depart from the office, might as well make all your worries worthwhile. 

—

It wasn’t until later the next day you saw the man you were looking for; it was early afternoon, and you were packing up after having lunch when a head of unruly brown hair caught your eye, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, coffee in one hand sandwich in the other. Grabbing Jayces book, which you had procured the night before, you quickly made your way towards the man before you lost your cool. Unceremoniously dropping the book in front of the man whose eyes darted from you to the book, mouth opening and closing in clear shock. 

“I hope whatever is in there is worth it,” you muttered, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before turning to leave.

“I-how?” Viktor called out, but you only replied with a cheeky smile, finger covering your mouth in secrecy as you walked away, thinking that to be the only interaction you would have with your mentor's other protege when his voice called out to you, not so far behind

“Wait” 

You stood stock still as he approached quicker than you would’ve thought given his cane, but you suppose it was a silly thought that an ailment could stop a man on a mission. Once he catches up with you, he continues to walk, so you join him, slightly confused as to what he may now want.

“Have you read it?” he asks. 

“It would be a lie to say I don't know of its content,” you replied, noticing his smile at your remark, eyes sparkling with wonder.

“What did you think?”

“I think...” You trail off, trying to come up with the right words as you both round a corner. “What he wants to do is revolutionary...” Your words scamper off slightly as you notice his eyes on the side of your face.

“But” he reads your mind.

“But”, you echo “I am unsure if he completely knows what he is doing or how he plans to do it”, trying to be as vague as possible due to the students scattered all around “I wrote some notes”, you gesture to the book “Things I thought could be helpful, I assume that's why you wanted it, to learn” 

“And how did you get it?” he wonders aloud. “Last time I checked, Heimerdinger wasn't giving out illegal independent research to anyone”, he said with a smile on his face.

“Let's just say it certainly wasn't by asking nicely,” you tease, matching his grin with one of your own “Well, you should probably go read and hide that before Heimerdinger sends out a search party for it.”

“I probably should” Viktor smiles as he turns back the way the two of you came, the book held tightly in his unoccupied hand. 

Continuing to walk the way you had been, you couldn’t help but feel relief at the fact that the book was now out of hands and the man, Viktor, seemed just as keen to keep this a secret as you did, even if you did spend all night essentially peer reviewing Jayce Talis’ work, unfortunately, your need to stay out of trouble with your superiors greatly outweighed your want to indulge in what he and assumedly Viktor was planning, you could only hope that your words you had spent all night working on where a help instead of a hindrance. You especially wanted to know how Viktor would take the words you wrote specifically for him at the front of the book: 

‘The greatest scientific ventures are the ones that bend the rules of the institution’   

—     

One of the benefits of being the dean's newest protege was that the academy gave you your lab, a small space just for you, it even had your name on a metal plaque on the door, probably due to the academy's narcissism, thinking that they would keep you even after your graduation, not that they were wrong. A fact that slightly irritated you. 

You didn’t usually get many visitors, just Heimerdinger, to see what you were working on, but those meetings were usually scheduled so he could ensure you were tallying in your lab and not at one of your usual haunts like the library. So you couldn’t help but jump at the sound of a knock on your door, eyebrows furrowed as you called out to whoever stood outside your door.

“Come in!” 

Your confusion lingered as Viktor walked in. It had only been a few days since you’d given him Jayce’s book, and from what you had heard, the two were now employed to continue Jayce’s studies non-illegally this time, being funded by Councilwoman Medarda, which they have named ‘Hextech’

“You’re not an easy woman to get ahold of”, Viktor claims as he takes a seat at your desk “I have been stopping by your room for a few days, but you were never in”, he continues, eyes piercing as he takes in the view of you, stood by another desk filled with colanders and Bunsen burners

“You sound like Heimerdinger when you say that” You smiled slightly in truth, scoffing at the face he made, clearly not appreciative of your parallel “What?” you laugh “he has said similar things on various occasions”

“I understand why,” he remarked.

“I spend a lot of time in the library, researching. Especially at the moment with final deadlines coming in, as I’m sure you remember,” he hummed at your explanation “And it’s not as if I’m a professor with allocated office hours, I don't need to be here,” you tell him passively looking back at your work at the table, deciding to turn off the flame not going to get any worthwhile work done until he's gone.

“So what can I do for you?” you asked when the man still sat in silence, seemingly comfortable to just watch you work he blinked, taken away from wherever he went upon registering your words.

“Oh well, I just wanted to thank you, Jayce, as well, for getting his book and your notes, they were more than helpful with working through the kinks in his theory- instrumental really to the breakthrough”, he admitted somewhat bashfully, stumbling over his words a little not that you noticed nervousness crawling up your spine at his approval of your words.

“Oh, um, you're welcome. I mean, a fresh pair of eyes is always helpful..” you murmur, unsure of yourself now as he stares at you, not daring to make eye contact, knowing it will only make your nerves worse.

“We were wondering, Jayce and I, if you would read some of our other research in the future, help us out. We would give out any references in the future for any work you do after study” he speaks delicately, soft and slow and if worried, he would scare you off like a child being caught doing something they shouldn’t. Your heart seems to slow from its anxious thumping as you contemplate his offer.

“I don't see why not”, you ponder absentmindedly, but your mind is already made up.

“Really?” he asked, though he didn’t sound shocked, more like he was trying to egg more words out of you.

“If you can find me, that is” You smile, the nerves falling away from you as he laughs a little 

“I’ll go tell Jayce the good news; he's going to be over the moon. You didn’t hear it from me, but he has always wanted to work with you. He said something about loving your approach in an article about the arcane:” You looked at the man again, but he simply walked out of the room, not sparing you another word. You had honestly forgotten that your last article had been published, and the fact that academics that you knew had read it and enjoyed it made a smile appear on your face, maybe this was going to be better than you had thought. 

—

A routine had been established this past few months, as winter made way for spring, you had found yourself in a comfortable pattern with the boys.

Once a week, on a Wednesday, you would spend the entire day in your lab working, and at some point, Jayce or Viktor would drop by with some work for you to look through and maybe a comment or two on things you had written the week before. These meetings were usually brief as they quickly needed to get back to work, so you would spend hours going through papers, tweaking diagrams, and sometimes even trekking to the library for a book that might help them. It wouldn’t be until the sun had made way for the moon in the sky that you would be done, taking the work down several corridors and stairs to get to their workspace, where they would still be working to drop them off. The two would then call it time for a break, so the three of you would scamper your way to the cafeteria for a change of scenery while you all ate the food you packed for lunch but had yet to get to.  

Today, however, Viktor seemed hellbent on breaking the schedule the three of you had unknowingly created. He had appeared at your lab, maybe a little earlier than he or Jayce usually decided to grace you with their presences, but it was of no matter to you, honestly, the earlier, the better, as it meant you may finish earlier than the hour of the wolf. He did bring a stack of papers with him, but instead of dropping them at your desk, sharing a few complimentary words, and then leaving, he dropped the work at your desk and then sat himself in the new chair he and Jayce had procured that was placed on the other side of your desk so they would have somewhere to sit, not that either of them had used it up until now. 

“You alright?” you ask, grabbing the top paper from the pile, you could immediately tell this was Jayce’s as the handwriting is much neater and the use of a very inky pen you quickly grabbed your pink pen and started to read the words on the page only to look up and give the man a sarcastic glower at his lack of words to which he simply smiled, not even the slightest bit disheartened by your look. 

“Jayce is off for the day, something to do with his sponsorship with the Kirammans. Told me to take the day off” he shuffled in the chair, attempting to get comfy as his hand grabbed at your notebook, deciding that he would read through some of your work for once

“And you have decided to spend your time here? Doing more work?” you questioned, though not paying the man much attention, mumbling to yourself on the words on the page, completely unphased by Viktor’s lack of decorum, it’s not as if it’s the first time he got bored and decided to read it. “Would mixing it with metal only make it more unstable?” you mutter, not expecting an answer “As an alloy, maybe, or would that make it worse..” you tap the pen on your cheek in thought before scrambling to write your thoughts in the margins of Jayce’s research

“I don’t see reading through your essays and research papers as work”, he admits, a shameless smile gracing his face as he watched you mumble to yourself “More of a palate cleanser, really”

“I just thought that a rest day was supposed to be resting, like having time away from work?” you tried to put the idea of leaving and maybe getting some sleep into the man’s head, his eyebags were becoming a permanent feature on his face like a shadow he cannot be rid of. 

“Quite hypocritical, don’t you think?” a teasing look on his face at your words “Is today not also your day off?” he questioned even though he knew the answer. You simply rolled your eyes, trying to smile as he barked out a laugh.

While today was your break from lessons, it had quickly become anything but a rest day after you took the boys up on their offer, there was no way that you could complete your last year's work and help them if you didn’t give up your rest day- so undoubtedly you were a hypocrite, much to your chagrin. 

“Just because I give up my days off to help you doesn’t mean you need to do the same,” you tell him, not wanting the man to feel obligated to help you.

“Maybe I want to?”

Well, you can’t argue with that.

The two of them work on your rather small desk with an ease you wouldn’t expect, but you find yourself very comfortable working alongside him and somehow, the work seems to go by faster.

Maybe it was because you wouldn’t need to spend countless hours trying to figure out what chicken scratch either of them had written on your own. Instead, a second pair of eyes, Viktor’s eyes, made the process go by much faster, albeit with some laughter at what on earth either of them had written. You had even managed a trip to the library, something you rarely had time for, usually going to pick up books for the boys the day after, or Jayce would go the day after with a slip of paper. Not only did you and Viktor have the time to pick up some books, but you also went through and verified if they could have something useful inside. 

The sun was still shining bright in the sky when you and Viktor had dropped everything off at his lab, still a few hours left of the day. It was an uncharacteristically nice day outside, certainly warmer than you would’ve expected from the spring in Piltover, so the two of you decided to eat your packed lunches outside on a bench within the academy grounds, both too tired to bother going exploring the city for somewhere nicer. 

“Now you have helped me, do you think I could convince you to go home and get some sleep, the bags under your eyes are also large enough to be considered their entities” You smiled, laughing quietly at the man sitting next to you as he coughed back his food, clearly not expecting your smartmouth  

“As if you’re one to talk”, he quipped as you let out a shocked gasp, though quickly matching his smile

“How about I promise to go back to my apartments and take a breather if you go to yours?” you propositioned. Honestly, some time in bed sounded heavenly

“Only if I walk you back, I don’t want you to sneak back to your office, I hear you can often find yourself in places you aren’t supposed to”, he joked

“It’s a deal then” Both of you chose not to comment on the matching grins on your faces. 

—   

When Heimerdinger said your last year of study would be the hardest, you believed him. But never did you imagine you could be so swamped.

 This past week, you had corralled a table in the library to yourself, spending more time sitting in the uncomfortable seat than anywhere else. It was deadline season, and to say it was hitting you hard was an understatement. No matter how well prepared you thought you were, the workload was unimaginable, leaving you with barely enough time to sleep or eat. Jayce had joked that during his last year, he essentially became a book within the library, and while it was funny at the time now, you understood why, feeling more and more like an encyclopedia by the day. 

Luckily for you, your self-imprisonment was soon coming to an end; all you needed to do was read through your coursework one more time, and it would all be done, your last piece of work as a student of the academy. You would dwell on its bittersweetness another time as you read through another paragraph, completely absorbed in your work, completely missing the familiar sounds of footsteps and the tapping of a cane coming your way.

“I swear I need to get a tracker on you” Your head shot up at the sound of Viktor’s voice

“I’m not that hard to find”, you complain as he sits himself down in the chair closest to yours, cane leaning against the table 

“I don’t think you get much of a say on the matter, your not the one who has to aimlessly wander around the academy” 

“Whatever”, you glower, attempting to get back to your reading when his hand reaches out to grab yours. you jolt, looking up as he intertwines your fingers

“How are you doing be honest” he holds eye contact as his thumb rubs at your index fingers, stopping just after he knuckle before traveling back up 

You smile “I’m drowning” 

he hums “I can tell” You slump rather unceremoniously into your chair, eyes closed as he continues to rub affectionately at your knuckle, a half-hearted attempt to seep all the tension away from you “Have you got much more to do?” he questions voice soft 

“No, just need to read through it once more, then it should be good to submit” You let out a large breath of annoyance, wishing you were finished, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep

“Then you’re done?” he probes 

“Completly done, well, until my contract starts as a researcher in the summer”, you clarify, eyes opening slightly, not missing the slight smile on his face, looking down when you heard a rustling of papers only to see Viktor’s non-occupied hand grabbing at your work.

“Take a break; I’ll give it the last read-through. Knowing you, it’s already perfect.” his soft yet stern voice didn’t leave much room for argument, so you closed your eyes again, only for a moment letting the constant feel of his thumb lull you into a calm you had never known. 

It was only, however, when you heard the unmistakable voice of Jayce that your eyes opened again, you sent a sheepish smile his way at the admittance that you had, in fact, fallen asleep, trying not to laugh too loudly at his remarks on how much Viktor must have been boring you, if only he knew.

—

Since you had officially handed in all your work and your classes had finished, you now found yourself with a lot of free time, a prospect Viktor and Jayce very much enjoyed. Coming every morning to your door to walk you to their lab for a day of work. Not that you minded, but before Hextech, your plans for the summer would’ve been reading or doing whatever Heimerdinger would see as befitting, so the work was beneficial to you, stopping you from going extensional on what it is you want to dedicate your academic life to, especially since you had no ideas, other than those to help the boys revolutionalise hextech, their current program with the hexgates you were sure was due a breakthrough any day. 

You found yourself sat at Jayces desk, him gone for the afternoon schmoozing with some counsellors to try and get as much funding off them as he could. You found yourself tapping along to the melody of the song Viktor had put on, the only time you could have music was when Jayce was out, as he claimed it was too stimulating for him. Working exactly where the man had left off, creating a small prototype of the hexgate, one of many that were to be used in tests planned for later in the week. You barely batted an eye as Viktor appeared next to you, used to him appearing closer than most would

“It’s looking good”, he gestured to the model in your hand you simply hummed in response, adding the final gear, shoulders slumping when you put it down. 

“How many do we need again?” you ask, hands rubbing at the tension in your neck from huddling to get a good look at what you were doing.

“Too many”, you groaned at his sheepish admittance. It was silent for a moment or so before he spoke again, an unknown quality to his voice that made you look up at him in confusion. 

“Jayce and I were thinking..” he trailed off slightly 

“Oh no”, you joked, smiling when you caught the amusement now on his face 

“I know, how scary”, he smirked “Anyway, as you’re coming back as a scientist for the academy, we thought, why not make your place with us permanent.”

“Really?” you questioned, do they honestly want you to help them all the time with the work that could improve lives and be the history pages? 

“I don’t think we’d be able to function without you now” he admitted 

“I’d love to,” you tell him smiling 

“Good”, the relief flooded the man “Because we already asked and got the go-ahead from Heimerdinger”, he confessed

“That confident?” you teased

“Obviously” 

—

You thought you had done a good job at pretending that today was just any other day, but clearly, as Viktor sat next to you with a cupcake with a candle in it - you had been wrong.

“How did you know today was my birthday? I didn’t tell anyone?” you asked, astonished. 

“Heimerdinger told me”, he revealed after you stared at him, clearly pleased with himself 

“How does that end up in conversation?��� you wonder

“Don’t be so nosey”, he teases, hand coming to grab at your nose 

“Says the one who went to our mentor to ask about my personal life”, you accused, but the large smile on your face showed no malice in your words

“Touche”, he forfeited this round, lighting the candle on the cake before pushing it back into your face you simply sent him a look of victory before blowing out the candle, he quickly disposed of the candle before giving you the cake to eat  

“Got any big plans for twenty-one?” he wondered aloud 

“Work with you” You shrugged your shoulders, laughing lightly as you dug into your birthday cake

“A noble pursuit, I’m sure” It was silent for a short while as you finished your cake, but you didn’t make a move to speak, knowing the look on his face, he wasn’t done “Not going out celebrating? With a boyfriend, maybe?” 

“No, no boyfriend, never had the time for any of that. Heimerdinger told me that when a woman dedicates her life to academia, she does not bother dreaming of a family or a relationship, and I agree not many would be able to handle it. Why do you ask?” you admit

“Don’t want to be stepping on anyone’s toes is all”, he speaks nonachanlty despite his words being anything but  

“Well, your not”, you promise, lacing a hand with his

“Good” he brings your hand up his lips

—

You both had way too much stuff. The prospect of moving in together while still exciting the amount of work you had left made you gnaw at your bottom lip. You had a lot of help from Jayce and a rather reluctant Caitlyn to get the boxes into your and Viktor’s new home, and while she commented on its quaintness, it was certainly bigger than anywhere the two of you had ever dreamt of living in

“A family home”, Heimerdinger had teased the two of you when you told him, and you suppose he was right. You didn’t think much about the two spare rooms when you had purchased the house, thinking they would probably be offices, but Viktor absolute reluctance and disdain at your idea to turn one of the rooms into a library after looking at the sheer amount of books the two of you owned made you think differently, it wouldn’t take a smart man to know what he wanted to do with them. 

“Stop that” Viktor pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth, an annoyed glint in his eyes, clearly thinking about how many times he had told you those same words you simply kissed his thumb, making him smile at your affection

“There’s so much to do”, you inwardly groaned as you rested your head on his shoulder, making sure not to put too much of your weight on him

“We have the week; don’t need to do it all tonight”, he reminds you, giving a kiss on the top of your head

“Come on, I’ve already started in our room” You straighten up and follow him into your room looking at the picture frames he had already put around the room, one was placed on his bedside table, a photo Jayce had taken at your graduation with your cap and gown arms warped around Viktor a huge smile, all teeth as you look at the camera while Viktor is smiling proudly looking at you, smiling at the photo you move on to the frame he placed on the dresser, a piece of paper framed within it your hands grip the frame looking at the familiar words you had written:

‘The greatest scientific ventures are the ones that bend the rules of the institution’  

You turned to the man who was busying himself with a box filled with jumpers you had never seen him wear 

“You kept this?” you smile as he turns around, noticing his bashful expression at being caught. 

“You holding it, arent you?” he asked, trying to drive the conversation 

“Why,” you asked, not giving up so easily even as he caressed your face in an attempt to distract you groaning, he relented, he could not give you what you wanted, ever so spoiled by him you were

“At first, it was to remind me that it was all worth it” 

“At first?” you echo

“Then I kept it because it reminded me of you, of the future I want us to have, and that will only be possible if I kept working, even if it means going beyond the council and what they want.” 

“I was only shadowing your view, what you had said to Heimerdinger, something I wasn’t even supposed to hear”, you remind him.

“Well, I’m glad you did”, he admits “And I’m even more glad that you stole Jayces book because bending the rules is what brought us together”, his hand not on his cane gripped at your hip.  

“I’m glad I did, too”, you confirm your words with a kiss.

[angelltheninth]

Hello! Haven’t been here in a while but didn’t you have a whole giant list of arcane headcanons and imagines at one point or am I crazy and thinking of a different blog? Anyway! Could I please request an imagine of reader finding out she’s pregnant and is trying to find a way to tell Vander but the kids find out first and accidentally ruin the surprise? Or just something similar, it doesn’t have to be exact! Feel free to follow where inspiration leads or skip! Thank you!

That was on my deactivated blog, I started over. And yes, I'm more than happy to write your request.

Pairing: Vander x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, pregnancy announcement, established relationship, kissing, celebration

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A/N: Arcane brainrot cam back HARD. I'm not sorry for anything I'm gonna write.

You've been trying for a baby for a long time

Both of you were parents already now that you adopted Vi, Powder, Milo and Claggor but that didn't stop you from wanting one more kid

When you started feeling sick your mind didn't immediately jump to the possibility of pregnancy

A lot of illnesses were common in Zaun so if anything you thought you were just sick

Vander was worried and urged you to work less until you feel better

You began to suspect something was wrong when you skipped your period

It could be a false alarm so you wait a little more to be sure

Vander notices you've been acting off, and so do the kids

You tell them first but make them promise not to tell Vander, you want it to be a big surprise

Because the kids are excited about the idea of getting a new sibling they're a little bit too loud when cheering

Which results in Vander overhearing something about a baby

He doesn't ask you right away, but he can hardly keep his own excitement off his face

Together in bed you cuddle up to him and his hand falls on your stomach, asking if he was hearing thinks, was it just wishful thinking on his part

You realize he overheard you and the kids talking

Of course you're not mad at them and judging by Vander's soft, wide eyes he wasn't expecting this either

Neither of you can sleep that night, you're too busy kissing, giggling, talking about the wonderful future you're gonna have

The next day you throw a big party at the Last Drop, celebrating the good news

But it pales in comparison with the party your husband throws when the baby is born

[hyperfix-wip]

Next to You

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader/ Spider-Punk x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Author's Note: I am not sorry @the-kr8tor , @yumeaoka-chan , @pleaktale. And @rexlroze , YOU have specifically kickstarted the Loser!Hobie rabbit hole, and I have now got myself into loving these losers lmao. I'd like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading for me and helping me out with this piece! Also, this piece contains some spoilers for Arcane Season 2, so don't read it if you don't want to be spoiled!

Tags: Lovestruck!Hobie, Loser!R, Nerd!R, Fluff, Spoilers for Arcane Season 2, Some Explicit Language

Hobie knew what he signed up for when he asked you out.

Despite your typically quiet personality, he knew you were passionate at heart. He knew that when he jumped through the portal to your universe and landed on your bed, only to see you bawling your eyes out over an animated show before you screamed bloody murder from his sudden arrival and fell down on the floor. He knew that when he looked around your room and saw all the posters of different shows and artists covering your walls, all your favorite books and figurines lined up on your shelves, the sketchbooks filled with all of your favorite characters in your specific art style. He knew that when his eyes landed on your pajama bottoms with some cute bison-like mascot from a show he overheard you talk about with Miles at the Spider Society. 

Even if you were scrambling off the floor, too flustered to make any coherent words to him while struggling to pause your show, he knew he liked this new side of you he discovered. And he especially knew he he was smitten with you the moment he asked you about the show you were watching, watching your eyes instantly light up before you drag him onto the bed and restart the show for him, obliviously nestling against his side while you eagerly ran your mouth about the premise of the show.

Yeah, he knew what he signed up for when he asked you out after binging the whole series with you.

Which was why he was prepared for you bawling your eyes out and smearing clear snot on his shirt while he cradled you in his arms. He gently shushed you while the end credits quietly ran in the background, running his long nimble fingers through your hair before pressing his lips against the top of your head.

“ ’s okay, lovie,” he whispered against your skin as he peppered more tender kisses, “I know, I know…”

Hiccups and sobs wracked up your body as you buried your face into his chest, your voice muffled into the cotton fabric. “It’s– It’s not fair! They were– they were together again! The writers couldn’t even let them be together for one full day?!”

Hobie quietly pulled the fluffy duvet from the end of your bed over the two of you, wrapping you into a tight embrace within the blanket and in his arms. “I know, darling, I know…”

“It’s just– it hurts so much! The fact that Isha was the one who did that, and it just paralleled with–”

“Yes, I know, luv–”

“Like, they didn’t have make Isha’s last moments an alternate version of Powder’s attempt in Season One where Powder’s plan worked–”

“I know, sweetheart–”

“And the pastel colors during the memory sequence for Isha– fuck– she basically remembers the Undercity as this bright and fun place because of Jinx, and not only did Jinx and Vi had to relive the trauma of losing Vander through Warwick again, but Jinx had to basically watch her baby sister, her inner child, and a version of herself sacrifice herself in front of her eyes…”

A hiccup wracked up your body again before fresh tears flooded your red-rimmed eyes, and Hobie wrapped his arms tighter around you while you sobbed into his chest again. “Fuck– I can’t– I don’t think I’m gonna last for the next three episodes–”

Hobie shushed you gently again while brushing his lips along your hairline, his fingers gently scratching your scalp while his other hand reached out for the cup of water he set to the side before you played the new episode. “C’mon, sit up for me, lovie,” he whispered against your forehead before carefully shifting the both of you up against the headboard. “Don’ wan’cha ta turn int’a raisin on me…”

You could only nod with a sniffle in response, blinking away the bleary tears in your eyes and snorting the clear mucus back up your red nose, before you sat up and grabbed the plastic cup from him. The moment you took a sip, the cool water instantly flooded and alleviated your raw throat, and you slowly drained the cup until it turned up empty.

A small smile curled up on Hobie’s lips as he gingerly grabbed the cup from your hands and set it back onto your nightstand. Without another thought Hobie then grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off, goosebumps instantly pricking his skin as the cold air hit it, before gently pushing the shirt against your nose.

“Blow.”

You instantly obliged and blew your nose into his shirt, and he carefully pinched your nose and rubbed the snot off before tossing it across the room and on top of the pile of your dirty laundry in your hamper.

“Kobe.”

“Still don’ know who tha’ bloke is, but sure, lovie.”

A shaky chortle slipped through your lips before Hobie pulled you back into his arms and wrapped the blanket over you two again.

“Y’know, you could've gotten up to get a napkin instead of using your shirt–”

“It is too bloody cold to get out of this bed,” Hobie snickered while tucking your head underneath his chin. “Plus my shirt was already your personal snot rag, so it didn’t make a difference.”

You rolled your eyes with a sniffle before you nuzzled against his chest, and he in turn pressed his lips against your forehead again with a slight smirk. Your television gently illuminated the both of you in the dark, and you glanced up to see the blue light glinting from his piercings and his warm, dark eyes. His face softened at the sight of you, with splotchy skin and red-rimmed eyes, and he couldn't help but find you adorable in that moment. His arms pulled away in lieu of cupping your cheeks with his hands, and he gently tilted your head up to brush his lips against yours in a brief, comforting kiss. Your lips reluctantly parted from each other, with you trying to chase his lips to steal another one in vain, before he wrapped his arms around you in another tight embrace.

“...was this season as good as you hoped it would be, lovie?”

“God, yes, it’s so fucking good.”

Hobie huffed out a small chuckle while you tangled his lanky legs with yours. “Like, I can’t wait for Act Three to come out in a few days, but I also know it’s going to hurt so much watching those last episodes and have to watch the conclusion of it…”

Hobie nodded along with a tender smile as he gazed back down, his chest warming up as you started your cute little rant again. One of his hands trailed up your back and lingered on the back of your neck, gently massaging it while you continued talking.

“Like, I know there is going to be a clusterfuck of emotional damage for me at the end of this season. We still gotta see Ekko and Heimerdinger, we gotta see what’s gonna happen next for Jinx, Vi and Caitlyn, and we also have to deal with Jayce and Viktor– oh my god, that fucking scene of Jayce aiming that fucking cannon at Viktor–”

Hobie’s smile grew softer the more he listened to you, your voice still slightly raw and hoarse from the prolonged crying and your eyes glinted with the same eager light he saw that fateful day months ago, and his chest warms up just the same, his heart just as smitten with you as before.

You instantly stopped talking the moment a weight pressed down against the top of your head, and you pushed your head up to see Hobie’s eyes closed and his lips parted with shallow breaths. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the sleeping man huddled against you, his demeanor relaxed and languid as his lips curled up into a small, boyish smile, before you carefully pulled the blanket over him and pressed a gentle peck against his lips and nestled against him to join him in his slumber.

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Song Recommendation of the Day courtesy of @pinksugarscrub

[theladyofshalott1989]

Back to Hogwarts // A Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans) One-Shot

Happy Back to Hogwarts Day! Here's a short, fluffy one-shot that I wrote this morning since I couldn't get the idea out of my head!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Damien Evans

Word Count: 763

SFW

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“Hello, you,” Sebastian said as Damien hopped off the final step leading down from the Hogwarts Express. 

Skipping to Sebastian’s side, Damien tossed him a winning grin and then planted a kiss on his eager lips. Sebastian’s whole body lit up at the contact, which wasn’t unexpected—Damien tended to do that to him. It was a welcome feeling, one that Sebastian hoped continued for as long as they were together, which, if he had anything to say about it, would be forever. 

Damien grabbed Sebastian’s hand and squeezed, pulling him away from the train and into the crowd of their fellow classmates. “I missed you so much,” he whispered into Sebastian’s ear, weaving past Garreth who was practically shouting about his summer spent apprenticing under Mr. Pippin at J. Pippin’s Potions shop. How he managed to nab such a prestigious apprenticeship was beyond Sebastian. Garreth always seemed to explode more potions than successfully brew them.

But no matter. Damien was here. He was far more interesting to think about.

“Accio Bash’s attention,” Damien teased, yanking Sebastian out of his distracted thoughts. Sebastian chuckled under his breath. “I said I missed you," Damien continued. "Did you miss me?”

“It’s only been three days.” 

Sebastian spent the summer with Damien at the Evans estate in London. Initially, he was hesitant—not wanting to abandon Anne during the summer holiday—but his concerns eased when Ominis mentioned he planned to stay with her in Upper Hogsfield, where she had lived the summer before with Mrs. Sprottle. Naturally, Sebastian was still adjusting to the idea of his twin sister and his best friend being in love, but knowing Anne wouldn’t be alone was a comfort. Ominis hadn’t exactly sought Sebastian’s approval, but Sebastian offered it all the same. 

Sebastian had returned to Hogwarts a few days early to prepare for the new school year, since most of his clothing and supplies were still tucked away in Feldcroft. He and Damien were of similar build so he had mostly just worn Damien’s hand-me-downs in London. In truth, he quite enjoyed wearing Damien’s clothing. They carried his scent—fresh air and adventure, with a hint of old books and arcane knowledge. Intoxicating, but also somehow comforting.

“Three days, alone, in London,” Damien sighed. “A truly devastating amount of time to not be by your side.”

Sebastian’s cheeks warmed. He coughed into his shoulder in an attempt to hide the sheer delight Damien’s words brought him. 

Damien wasn’t fooled though. He released Sebastian’s hand and wrapped his arms around him instead, resting his face against Sebastian’s mop of thick, unruly hair, lifting him off his feet and spinning around, laughing with carefree abandon.

“I love you,” Damien said, rather loudly. Sebastian didn’t mind though. Everyone at school knew it by now, it being the start of their seventh year and all. 

Last year had been a whirlwind of affection, beginning with quiet gestures in hidden alcoves, flirtatious whispers in and between classes, and finally working up to Sebastian kissing Damien very publicly at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall on Sebastian’s seventeenth birthday. 

Everything escalated rather quickly from there. Sebastian and Damien’s relationship was the talk of the school, particularly among the members of Sebastian’s own house. Damien was an “honorary” Slytherin, Sebastian was Damien’s “shadow,” Sebastian had even overheard that Professors Hecat and Ronen had a running bet that the two of them would be married by the end of the school year. Sebastian wasn’t so sure about that, but he didn’t mind the rumor—in fact, he knew Ominis, Hogwarts’ king of gossip, subtly encouraged it, and Sebastian had no intention of stopping him.

Damien set Sebastian back down on solid ground. Sebastian grumbled something or other about not being a potion ingredient to toss around, but the playful tone in his voice gave him away. He quickly reclaimed Damien’s hand, reestablishing their connection.

“Are you excited for our final year?” Damien asked.

“Excited is, perhaps, an understatement,” Sebastian said, smirking.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“I fully intend to make this year our most memorable yet.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curling on his lips. “And how do you plan to top last year?”

Sebastian leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “Oh, you know me. I’ll come up with something.”

“I look forward to it.”

Damien smiled, his golden-brown eyes twinkling in the soft afternoon light.

To their final year, Sebastian thought, and to the adventures yet to come. He took a deep breath, then stepped forward, his heart racing with anticipation. It was bound to be a great one.

[ Read Sebastian and Damien's series on AO3 ]

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

Summaries for the first three episodes of Arcane season 2

spoilers obviously

this is Not perfect and Not extensive. make your own post like this if you are unsatisfied with mine

S2E1

Councellors get killed by Jinx

Viktor is in hex bubble coffin

Mel and Jayce try to not use hextech in the coming war

Caitlyn gains the Kiramman key from father

Vi struggles emotionally to become enforcer

Memorial is attacked injuring Mel, Jayce, and Maddie/Nolan

Many are killed and the shimmer giants are only stopped by Ambessa's force

Caitlyn is angry and Vi tries only a little to stop the war before agreeing to join

The councellors are at a loss

Jayce makes hextech weapons

Caitlyn leads a team of enforcers to find Jinx, dismantle shimmer, and kill any agents loyal to Silco

Mysterious scientist (potentially who saved Jinx. Singed?) finds dangerous creature to study

S2E2

Jinx says a final goodbye to Silco('s body) under the water

The leaders of the Zaun's gangs under Silco fight for his place

Jinx is wandering in cloak and a young child on the run falls onto her

Enforcers are searching for Jinx using gas with multiple symptoms

Sevika and Jinx bond over their jobs under Silco

Viktor wakes from the hex coffin and, changed, refuses to stay with Jayce who has also changed

Viktor can see Sky and he chooses her over Jayce (as he did with Mel)

Ekko is taking in survivors but the tree is potentially dying

Heimerdinger sneaks them into the lab to get help researching the hex's affects on the tree

Viktor is following Sky into Zaun's shimmer camps and is followed

Jinx builds Sevika a new arm from the punch machine game

Enforcers almost trap Jinx, she cant shoot Vi, Caitlyn is haunted by Jinx, Smeech uses her vulnerability to attack

Sevika saves her by killing most the men and the child is still following Jinx around with neither adult paying them much attention

Viktor is threatened by Huck but calmly uses his newfound power to partially restore him and is potentially revered as a god for it

Mysterious scientist (Singed?) killed creature and is studying it potentially for use with shimmer

S2E3

The Gray is the name of the gas being used by the enforcers as found by the Kiramman family key

The enforcers find the numbers man tied in the tunnels forced to breath the gray until the 3 enforcers are told to take him above for arrest

Amara visits Ambessa and tries to kill her but fails that and is killed herself (though she says it does not matter)

Cait and Vi continue to search for Jinx alone (after debating it and Vi begging Cait not to change)

Ambessa is desperate now to avenge her son and protect her daughter so she calls a meeting of nobles via manipulating Salo and keeping Mel out of it

Salo was being tattooed using shimmer by Lest (Mel's informant) when Ambessa interupts to manipulate and plan

Mel meets with Lest and convinces them to tell her what was overheard

Cait and Vi find traces leading to Jinx

Jayce explains Wild Runes vs hextech runes to Ekko (language differences and where they occur)

Ekko hypothesizes Jayce pissed off the arcane by overusing it and Heimerdinger agrees its a possibility (not actually mankind but inherant to the arcane)

Jayce comes to a realization once he says Why Now and Why Deep Underground which Heimerdinger affirms

Mel and Elora discuss her mother's mindset and plans being foolish due to desperation and Elora is sent for info on the shimmer brush and to check on Amara

Heimerdinger, Ekko, and Jayce head down to the deepest part of the Hexgates

Cait and Vi find Jinx's "hiding" place

Jayce opens the door to gemstone mesh and during their conversation unintentionally explains their failsafe would ruin life for Zaun citizens

Heimerdinger sees the hex/wild runes on the ground and then the world around them turns almost pure white

The sisters confirm they don't have a familial relationship anymore

Jinx avoids a shot and the fight begins with Savika attacking Cait (Isha watches from above)

After a moment Jayce reaches for the ball of hex/hexcore and everything begins to glitch and appears to cause hallucinations with anyone near the gemstone mesh or using the hextech (or similar)

Jayce mid-fight uses his hammer on the gemstone mesh/hexcore which briefly appears to be in Viktor's hands causing everything to glitch far worse than before.

Cait and Sevika fight with Cait winning due to the glitching, Vi and Jinx fight with Vi almost winning until Isha grabs Jinx' gun and blocks Vi by covering Jinx and aiming for her jaw

Cait tries to shoot Jinx even with Isha clinging to Jinx' upper body and head but Vi stops her because there's a child at risk

Sevika sets off the bomb exploding a wall and releasing gas and/or paint(?) bombs all across Piltover

Vi protects Cait, Sevika protects Jinx who protects Isha (unclear if she holds on willingly or because Isha hadnt let go)

Cait rejects Vi and hurts her before leaving, Vi stays in the tunnels sat in despair

Mel has the information on the brush from Elora and is about to use it when Amara's guild possess Elora and capture Mel

Salo summons the nobles with Ambessa and the enforcers present

Ambessa makes a speech about family and states they need martial law and a general

She then names Caitlyn the right person and everyone follows her lead in showing their support after some hesitance

Either Caitlyn realizes Ambessa was behind the attack at the memorial or the show's audience is now in the know about it

Maddie Nolan supports, Blue(?) is unsure, and Beard(?) leaves

Cait agrees to become general and takes on her new job with determination and anger

Mysterious Scientist (more sure its guy who saved Jinx. Singed?) is testing on himself and potentially added blood to the shimmer/gray concoction he was working on

[umbraastaff]

"Okay, just explain it to me one more time," Magnus is saying over his meal, in one of the lounge areas, where his voice is easier to pick out than in the chaos of the mess hall.

"How did you even get hired for this? Without understanding what the actual project is?" the other human responds, her voice low like she's almost worried they'll be overheard. I don't know if it's against Institute regulations to not know things.

"I got that rustic charm, baby," says Magnus, and she rolls her eyes.

"Alright. Just try and focus this time. Or, I don't know, ask an actual scientist the next time?" Lucretia is the chronicler for the journey, which I understand to mean that she's going to document the scientists' findings. "Dr. Bluejeans is great at explaining this stuff. I'm practically just repeating him."

"He said we could call him Barry."

"That feels weird! He was teaching me Advanced Arcane Theory last semester."

Trapped in Active Depart, Chapter 2 >>

(Read from beginning)

[fromthemouthofkings]

Most of the time, I really like being a public librarian, but some nights it's really like the phones are ringing off the hook and four different patrons all need your attention at once!

Patron A is elderly and hard of hearing and trying to use the printer, which only works if you do an arcane set of steps with precisely the correct order and timing, and even then it only accepts credit card payments about 50% of the time.

Patron B wants you to look for audiobooks of obscure Christian texts that have never been recorded in audiobook form before, and also wants to talk your ear off about how they refuse to vote for Kamala Harris at the same time!

Patron C wants to complain about Patron D, who was overheard saying the N word aloud near the children's section.

Patron D is ten years old and also just threw up in the lobby.

And also it's 40 degrees and raining outside so you really really can't let Patron D leave unless an adult is there to drive them, but their parent seems to consistently view the public library as free babysitting and yet doesn't answer their phone when we call and hasn't given their child a cell phone, either

[deltadex]

(Be prepared, this is a brain dump)

I can't stop thinking about the fact that the emotional turmoil is going to be through the roof next season, especially for Vi and Caitlyn. During their struggle to de-escalate the war they've found themselves in, the mini-battles taking place in the back of their minds will be just as alive.

It only hit me now how much Caitlyn has been through in such a short time. She survived two explosions, witnessed many of her work colleagues die (which I assume is the first time she has experienced death), was taken hostage twice (first by Ekko then Jinx), and had her life threatened several times (e.g. held at gunpoint). I imagine it's still to hit her too...

And then there's the chance her mother won't survive the attack on the council, which will leave her devastated, if not in denial. The fact that it's caused by Vi's sister only makes this more complex and difficult to accept. The same person Caitlyn let Vi go after on the bridge, the same person she didn't want to sell out to the council, and the same person she chose not to incapacitate at the tea party. I don't think Caitlyn is going to become driven by revenge and try to kill Jinx, but I can definitely see her lose her cool.

Meeting Vi and getting to see the Undercity somehow became both a blessing and a curse, and I think it's possible she'll act upon the frustration caused by the circumstances they find themselves in. Thinking about this now it doesn't seem so unrealistic that we will see a Caitvi interaction "we'll probably hate" (e.g. Caitlyn lashing out at Vi. Nevertheless, I think she'll realise pretty soon afterwards that Vi isn't to blame for the mess their in).

Next season is where Caitlyn's character arc is really going to gain traction and I'm excited (and frankly scared) to see "a different side of her".

Vi also has her own struggles leading into season 2. She'll still be reeling from seeing her sister choose to walk away from her. The hope of "getting Powder back", the only thing on her mind for the past seven years, was shattered in an instant. On top of all this there's the huge possibility of Warwick (AKA Vander) being thrown into the mix. Finding out Vander is alive will rock Vi to her core and add to the barrage of emotions she won't have the time to feel.

(Sidenote: There's so much chaos going on already with the war and now there's possibly gonna be a blood-thirsty werewolf-man on the loose too? What a curveball! )

Besides Caitlyn and Vi's individual struggles, there's also the unresolved tension between them after the "Oil and water" scene. They don't quite know where they stand with each other, and I'm really curious to see how soon they'll address it.

Then there's the fact that Caitlyn probably overheard everything at Jinx's tea party before she was wheeled in, and just thought: "You were right Vi. I don't know anything about you." Up to this point she knew very little about Vi's past, and she still doesn't have the full picture.

Caitlyn is inquisitive, sometimes to a fault (e.g. "How do you not know if your sister is alive or dead?" "What, you don't have parents?"), and I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted some answers after everything she just heard. And even if Vi would rather forget about the past and avoid talking about it, Warwick is going to arrive and open up those old wounds. When she recognizes him, she's going to be distressed and Caitlyn's going to want to know why. This could lead to some heated conversations, especially if Vi is reluctant to share and Caitlyn is insistent on asking questions.

At this point, everything is happening at such a fast pace that they won't have the opportunity to have the heart-to-hearts (and mental breakdowns) they so desperately need. In some ways, their internal struggles are just as difficult to address as their external ones, and once they're able to reinstill peace in their world, they'll have no choice but to face them (you could only hope Arcane will be kind to us and have them crying in each other's arms by the end of the season)

There's this simple, great quote from Helen LaKelly Hunt: "Conflict is growth trying to happen", which is a really positive way to see Caitlyn and Vi's situation. I'm optimistic that if they overcome these challenges, they will not only grow as individuals, but will end up with a relationship that's stronger than they ever imagined.

Anyway, thanks for reading my brain dump ❤

[theprettyarachnid]

How would Arcane Viktor and Jayce react to x musician reader performing for them? The three songs I did was New Genesis, I’m Invincible, and Silhouette by AmaLee. Honestly the reason I did those three songs was because when I play the song I always think about singing them to Viktor and Jayce because the themes in the songs are love, building a new future, and legacy.

a/n: yessss, personally i associate are you satisfied by marina with jayce and i bet on losing dogs by mitski with viktor

warnings: none :)

viktor

🕷️ i like to believe viktor knows how to play piano

🕷️ he overheard you singing a made up melody to harmonize as he played piano in the other room

🕷️ absolutely mesmerized and loves listening to you sing especially when you sing to him only

🕷️ you eventually have your own little band where you’ll play at bars and such

🕷️ when you and viktor have had a little too much wine, you’ll dance in either the living room or kitchen while you sing

🕷️ he always gets a small smile on his face hanging on to every syllable

🕷️ doesn’t like singing himself but i feel like he has a unique singing voice

🕷️ like imagine a fireplace and vintage aged wine in a glass with the smell of faint cigarettes in the air kind of voice if that makes sense

🕷️ you occasionally duets with viktor playing the piano and you singing right by his side

jayce

🕷️ oh god

🕷️ he loves hearing you sing but as soon as he found out, he felt the need to tell everyone how good of a singer you were

🕷️ it truly comes from a place of love and pride but it’s also kind of embarrassing

🕷️ to you at least

🕷️ whenever you two have free time, he usually requests a song and listens while having this love sick look in his eyes as his hand supports his head

🕷️ i’m sorry but i feel like he cannot sing but i believe he is aware of it

🕷️ he doesn’t have a bad voice, he’s just a little tone deaf 💀

🕷️ if you sing to him while he’s resting his head on your lap as you play with his hair, he almost immediately falls asleep

🕷️ looks very peaceful when sleeping and isn’t a very aggressive snorer

[doctor-disc0]

Actual conversation overheard at the Arcane University:

"Magister, I have something important to discuss with you."

"Bye!"

[graysparrowao3]

Baldur’s Mouth Gazette 1492 DR Issue 172

Baldur’s Mouth

Baldur’s Gate Printing & Publishing Company, Est. 1339

Edition: # 172, Price: 2

Archmage Rolan Rebuilds Tower, Vows Service to City of Baldur’s Gate

Featured Guest Article by Calia Steelheart

All will remember that fateful day on which the towering mage’s keep fell within our brave walls, formerly owned by one curiously absent Ramazith, on the very spot where we have watched a new tower rise from the ashes of this great city. Readers may recall our very own Baldur’s Mouth story that first detailed the young prodigious Archmage’s ousting of the previous owner of Sorcerous Sundries, and in this featured article we explore his historic rise and the soon-to-be public grand opening of Rolan’s Tower.

Having survived the Descent of Elturel and journeyed to a new start in Baldur’s Gate, the Archwizard Rolan exemplifies the determination and perseverance of our great city, forsaking the previous tower to join the brave adventurers in their climactic fight on the historic day that it fell. One source close to the wizard who wished to remain anonymous stated “Credit where it’s due – he’s certainly come a long way. Haven’t we all, darling?”. Another source declined to provide an official comment, however, was overheard making the following utterance in private communication in reference to the battle for Baldur’s Gate, paraphrased for this publication, “he proved capable when it mattered most, it has been an honour to [fight against] those who threaten my kin alongside him.”

Whilst maintaining a famous humility despite his considerable achievements on behalf of the city thus far, Rolan has demonstrated exceptional talent as a wizardly scholar, which he intends to put to use for the good of the citizens of Baldur’s Gate. Archmage Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep provided an exclusive interview, sharing his insights on our own city’s Archmage’s capabilities. “You may imagine that wizards are bound to recapitulate the same spells ad infinitum – but quite the opposite. Unique is his ability to craft his own path through the Weave, to dance through it as though hearing a bright new melody where the rest of us hum the same tired tune. Now, his signature magnum opus, as it were, is of course the mighty wave of thunder, but nary has there been a more studious disciple of the arcane arts, and none more committed to distributing the abundance of his intellect. That is not to discount the incomparable deeds of other wizards of legendary note of course, amongst which I fancy I also feature.” Due to limitations of space permitted for print of this article, the remainder of Dekarios’s words will be printed in the next issue of Baldur’s Mouth.

With the ongoing construction and anticipated reopening of his Tower, Rolan himself has provided the following words to all who find themselves in the city, both local and newcomer alike, “I am thankful for all who have come together to assist in rebuilding the tower in my name. I am committed to being the wizard that the people of this city deserve and will not hide behind illusions or cheap tricks. Baldur’s Gate has welcomed me, and my family, and I intend to welcome it back. Once my doors are open, you will find the tower a place of learning for all, and one to be boasted along the Sword Coast, I assure you.”

Wyll Ravengard, son of the Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard, speaks highly of Archmage Rolan, stating “There is no doubt in my mind or in my heart that he will make good on his promises to the city. Much can be said ill of his predecessor, but I have scarcely met another so dedicated to their craft or their loved ones as the new owner of the tower. Rolan the Steel-Hearted has chosen to make Baldur’s Gate his home, and honours us with his exceptional gifts, it is our duty to receive and support all who seek to share the wealth of their talents within our walls.” Another dedicated citizen of Baldur’s Gate put it thusly, “Roly’s a good guy, if the city doesn’t support him, it’s their [expletive] loss.”

In addition to governmental officials and hard-working citizens, several businesses organizations and have already expressed support for the Archmage’s endeavors, including the local chapter of the Society of Brilliance. A spokesperson for the Society provided the following statement: “As scholars, we are committed to advancing understanding and promoting acceptance and cooperation within academic spaces. We look forward to continuing our partnership with Rolan and sharing our resources for the benefit of all who call Faerûn home.” A local blacksmith has also been working closely with the wizard in the reconstruction of the tower.

Visit Forge of the Nine in the Lower City for all your smithing needs!

Much like his devotion to Baldur’s Gate, to those who know him personally it comes as no surprise that Archwizard Rolan is deeply devoted to family. His sister and brother demonstrate superior talent in their own right and were instrumental in recent victories in the city and beyond. In addition, sources can confirm that they are both skilled in comedic verse and in possession of the most charming of manners and most captivating of features. Though it cannot be verified, the wizard is said to have described them as ‘exemplary role-models of the highest wisdom and judgement, with whom I never disagree, and whose presence causes me such joy that I might weep nightly’.

Those who would seek to share in the Archmage’s vast intellectual fortune and always delightful company will be disappointed to learn that his heart has already been spoken for. Making time in their busy schedule, Tav themselves sat down with these authors to share their thoughts on the man who captivated them so…

[Here the paper is ripped, where someone has carefully removed the final quote of the article.]

What would be the quote provided by your Tav?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49652158/chapters/130629364

[inari-zaheer]

Could I get a continuation of the Arcane x Eddie Munson Reader? But with Silco, Vi, Jayce, & Viktor?

For the Silco one, to be a DM, you gotta have some serious strategy skills & a great deal of understanding for how certain things work. You have to plan everything out ahead of time while also being quick at improvising in case your players do something you didn't account for because players are chaos gremlins.

So, I could see Silco using Reader to inspire Zaun to rise up & helping him to strategize on how to actually achieve his goal of freedom for Zaun.

Also, considering how well Reader & Jinx would get along, I bet he'd be endeared to them too.

Silco, Vi and Viktor With Eddie Munson!S/O

Pairings:Silco x Reader; Vi x Reader; Viktor x Reader

A/N: Hey bestie, so sorry for the time this took me lol, but as I said on a previous post i finally did my college finals and finally had time to write, sadly i don’t write for Jayce as said here, but i hope you liked it😊

Silco

Silco met you when you offered to take the job as a shimmer dealer for him

He didn't wanted you to take part in it thinking you could not take your job seriously, but let's just say that after some Firelight attacks and some bored Jinx days he was kinda understaffed

As soon as you started on the job he saw that you were kind of good on you deals, being the dealer with the most costumers

One of the few reasons as why he thought you were not as serious was when he heard the rumours about your "silly game" as he himself called

But one time Jinx asked if you could teach her how to play after you explained that yes, you could tecnically do a Piltover roleplay where she could blow everything up

So when you were teaching her how to play Silco overheard you planning all the attacks and lore for the universe you were creating

But he got even more interested when you simply wrote a perfect strategy on shipment reception where nor guards nor Firelights could see, and would also led to a path were he could get all his deals to the upside and also keep an eye on the council

Oh bestie the LOOK on his face when Sevika arrived saying not only mission was complete but they also had a clear path and vision on the council bussiness without being discovered

That’s when he oficially invited you to be his strategist on every mission to both Piltover and the undercity

That’s when nights after nights of planning finally made the both of you into a couple, two of the most intelligent minds rulling the undercity

Vi

I can see you and Vi being friends even before the factory explosion, as you were really close to Powder and Ekko and since childhood loved to play rpg's

But when you met again after Caitlyn released her from prision and she saw you were a dealer she was furious

Until she finally understood that you weren't exactly on the bussines on a matter of wanting but as a matter of needing, she let you off a little

After some talk and her explaining why they needed the help you immediately offered all the knowledge you had on Silco’s bussines and also helped them on planning the whole thing

Not only that, but after you gave a whole theatrical speech on how everyone should fight the addiction that silco was creating on the zaunites

(Yes, they had a revolution against Silco, my fic my au lol)

But it was only after they regained control over the city and The Last Drop was finally run by her and Jinx again that she realized the old feelings for you were coming back

Not only you helped her get her sister back, but you also comoted a literal mob to help her

You were the one that did all the strategy on reformulating the city on their new rules (yes, that's how you called the new set of laws), and also lended your boards so they could decide on how they would renovate the city

After all you were just the perfect couple of punks helping the people who needed the most

Viktor

You only met Viktor cause being from the undercity himself he wasn’t afraid when you came to be the new intern of the academy

You got caught on the run while dealing with some people from the topside, but the people on the council knew about how you were Silco’s right hand on strategy

So instead of letting you rot in jail they offered you to be an internt on city engineering

(Was that something that the council often did? No, was that only possible cause Heimerdinger and Mel wanted to beneficiate from you? Oh absolutely!)

And after every oficial teacher had declined to keep you as their apprentice, Viktor volunteered to do so

He didn’t thought much of it at first, thinking you were just a troublemaker that wanted to get out of the undercity conditions, and that was one of the resons he volunteered to take care of you

But after some rumors that the undercity was planning an attack he saw you carefully writing down a whole campaing on possibilities of both sides on winning and tried to advise the council, but was only dismissed and told that he should not give you attention on stupid games

But that only lasted till the day of the attack, as for their surprise, all your predictions were right and they lost many enforcers to Silco’s goons, and then they finally took you seriously

He couldn’t be more proud of you as you were not just an intern anymore, but was officially one of the most important strategists of the council, proving that in the end you just wanted to help the people of the city to scape Silco’s command and have a better life

And i can really say you two make an amazing duo (yes, im a sucker for the completely different aesthetics couple)

[yeehawbvby]

FAWY Minis | Ch. 5 (Magnus Rasmodius POV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Notes: This one’s during the flower dance chapter, as well as 18 and 19!

I never really considered Magnus’ inner dialogue much, mostly just focusing on magicky stuff with him, so I wanted to play around with that. I feel like he’d be a bit insecure, maybe even anxious, when it comes to fitting in, romance, etc. He’s just good at hiding it. I tried to portray that a bit.

Btw, g/n = grandpa’s name. Wasn’t sure if y’all would want a named grandpa or to insert your own grandpa in there, so I kept it customizable to be safe!

I hope you enjoy x

[If you're new here - hi! Please see chapter 18 of the main story (below) for a visual reference to the wizard - I refer to a modded version throughout the fic!! I do recommend you read at least up to chapter 31 of the main story before reading this though, so as to avoid spoilers.]

Falling Away With You (main story)

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It’s her.

It’s… it’s actually her.

I’d overheard the discussion of a new resident moving onto Mooncrest during one of my periodic visits to Gus’ kitchen. I’d heard the assumptions — which I now know to be true, given her appearance — that it was going to be (g/n)’s granddaughter. 

How could I not have foreseen how significant she would be to me, though?

Oftentimes the spirits give me somewhat of a hint, a little spark of my senses to let me know if something important is happening. Something worth looking into. Something like this, damn it. A wee reminder to not only be more aware of the world around me outside of my work, but to perhaps take the time and effort to foresee what’s to come in my near future.

I feel a subtle vibration in my fingers. 

Are they toying with me? Is that what this is?

Feeling the zaps of their rebuttal through my limbs, I come to the conclusion that they are. 

But… why wait..?

More tingling. 

That was rhetorical, you obviously can’t answer m—

One last buzz, and I feel the spirits’ presence fade. Sigh.

Cheeky little phenomena, they are. I can only hope to ever commune with them in a plane of existence where we can see one another. For now… I might as well be a loon, telepathically speaking with invisible sprites that communicate through touch above all else.

…As though this scenario as a whole — now paying particular attention to not just my potential daughter, but my soulmate as well, all from a row of particularly bountiful bushes — makes me any less of a loon.

I shake the feeling that I’m being strange and that this is probably unnecessary , and I focus on the task at hand. I still am keen on determining whether or not I’ve any relation to Abigail. No use giving up now that I’m here.

My eyes flit to the girl, her hair as vibrant as my own. She’s laughing with her friends, tentatively sipping the punch I saw Pamela spiking with cheap liquor earlier.

I wish I could get close enough to see if there’s any bit of an arcane link connecting us. I desire answers, damn it, not to spend every chance I get contemplating my lineage while hiding just out of view.

I shut my eyes, rubbing them with a thumb and forefinger. 

Just when I believe I can calm my high emotions, my mind wanders to another circumstance that’s haunted me for years. Not nearly as many, but I digress. 

For Abigail to be friends with Sebastian was not exactly improbable, but it is funny, in an ironic way.

Of course Abigail would befriend my former apprentice. One I was rather fond of, at that.

I observe him for a moment. It’s rare to see him in anything brightly colored, aside from occasions such as this, where it’s a requirement. He looks quite handsome, if I do say so.

Is it silly of me to wonder if he’s ever thought the same of me? Is this just another instance of my insecurities controlling my thought process? Or is that a normal thing to think about, and I’ve merely forgotten, given how long it’s been since my last romantic endeavor?

That’s unimportant, I suppose.

Although… he must’ve had some reason for abruptly halting his apprenticeship with me. 

Perhaps to him I was no more than some wretch living in a tower, far from Pelican Town’s main population for reasons unbeknownst to him. He could have asked, of course, but I wouldn’t exactly put it against him to keep his opinions to himself. I mean, look at me. I don’t resemble any of these townsfolk, do I? And of course here I am, spying on them rather than partaking in their activities firsthand, and I spend most of my time in my home when I could be out here socializing, and I’m sure my lack of socialization with non-elementals could be off-putting.

Sure, those who know of me don’t typically enjoy my presence, but…

I don’t know.

God. Now I’m a loon who’s spying and in a vicious pit of self-hatred that I buried myself in from the outskirts of the event.

Lovely.

Perhaps I should go… I’m not being very productive in my research anyway.

I chance one last look towards our newest farmer. I feel another tingle. A pull to her that’s far too tempting to succumb to. As though I want to just leap onto the field and say something to her. Anything.

How do I even go about getting closer to someone I’ve no reason to commune with? Marie worked at a shop, so it was quite easy to befriend her. The others… I had nary a clue where they were or what they were doing. This is an entirely new situation for me.

The farmer’s eyes flicker to mine. I feel the same thunderous commotion in my limbs and my belly as I did when Marie and I first met. God above, this girl has the same bright flush to her cheeks, the same gentle yet piercing gaze… which is… on me…

Oh. 

Shit.

My eyes widen, as do hers. 

She appears to be just as compelled to gravitate to me as I am to her. She takes half of a step forward before looking around at the townspeople and securing herself back in her corner. Thank goodness. If she were to come over here, it would only draw more suspicion as to why the resident recluse in the woods is staring at all these people…

“I know that look, Mag.”

I let gaze shift to Linus’ as his words resonate in my head and can practically feel my irises’ change of hue. I’ve been caught by him as well. Thank the spirits he’s a friend — he knows why I’m here.

“You do indeed.”

“So, (y/n), huh?”

Is that her name, then? It’s lovely…

“Yes,” I answer.

“Is it an attraction, or do you think she’s..?”

“Absolutely. Both.”

“Better get going before you freak her out, then.”

“As if I haven’t already, you know damn well she’s looking at me right now .”

He grins huffs out a silent chuckle before turning to face the dancers once more. “I’m just saying, you could be a tad bit more subtle, boy. Go.”

I sigh. I can still feel (y/n)’s eyes boring into me as I teleport back home, feeling morose rather than embarrassed.

Later in the evening, I succumb to my desire to more formally meet her and go through the lengthy, exhausting process of searching into the future. 

I’m overjoyed to learn that she’ll come to me. That is far less pressure. It gives me time to prepare, too. To look more presentable, or clean, or… I don’t know. I know I can’t prevent the inevitable, but I don’t want to make the process unenjoyable for either of us, obviously. 

When (y/n) eventually does arrive, I’m delighted to learn that not only is she an absolutely lovely being inside and out, but she’s magically inclined as well. I use this as a cover for her impulses to visit my tower:

“One may grow connected to the elements — hence, why you were so heavily drawn toward my abode over time,” I tell her.

It’s not entirely deceitful, and the last thing I want to do is scare her by proclaiming that our destiny brought us to this very moment. 

I lean into being “old” and “wise” as well, referring to her and other townspeople of roughly her age as “young.” I overdo it though, I believe, as she calls me out on it. I don’t take any issue in revealing my true age given I’d likely be closer to her age — maybe a decade or so older — if I were a human. 

I catch her staring a few times throughout our first meeting. I’ve no way to discern whether it’s due to attraction, or if she’s merely judging me, but it piques my curiosity either way. I probe her thoughts a few times for good measure — which (y/n) calls me out on as well, so I know now that I must show restraint. It’s mostly habitual, and I say that much. She understands.

She seems exceptionally sweet and caring. Awfully curious, for sure. A little strange too, but who am I to judge? I’m rather strange myself. And she’s funny, to boot, unless it’s my own giddiness leading me to assume so.

When she leaves, I’m sure to give her a proper send off. Perhaps it’s dramatic, but I’m inclined to believe she enjoys how eccentric this situation as a whole has been. She seemed awfully giddy herself, at times.

“There are many adventures ahead for you and I,” I project before she wanders too far. “I truly look forward to your company, (y/n).”

[onwardnozward]

The Great and Terrible Humbug of Nebraska

Oscar Zoroaster Diggs was the son of a failed politician, growing up for the first part of his childhood in Omaha, Nebraska during the 1840s. His father was a cowardly humbug, relying upon the blinding greed of others to achieve his goals, however the one thing he was capable of teaching his son was how not to achieve success. Oscar was a dreamer, he saw the potential in his father’s lies, in the stupidity of men in power. From a young age, he knew the only thing he lacked was his own power to put his ideas into action.

The sins of his father would later catch up to the man, as he left Oscar behind without as much as a note before skipping town. The kid would roam for a while, before falling in with a traveling circus having stopped for a rest. It was here that Oscar would find his first home, finding familiarity in the carnie circuit as he got to experience adventure upon the midwestern prairies of the 1850s, and here where he earned his title and act, “the Great and Powerful O.Z., Sorcerer Extraordinaire from Faraway Lands.” Merely a con, he fabricated a story of having learned the Ancient Wisdom from the great crowned mystics and monks from Europe to Asia, using his learned talents for the manipulation of divination cards, sleight of hand, illusion, ventriloquism and mimicry in order to sell his act.

Years would pass, acts would be traded in for others and money would be lost with it, as well as general disinterest as the country closed in upon war. Oscar had grown almost disinterested in the circus, as his dreams of power had regained traction with his age. He tired of performing illusions to the everyday uneducated bumpkin in exchange for spare change. During his travels in the circus, he had overheard the older carnies and magicians talk of practices from older societies, of grimoires that held the key to power, the ability to control the very weave of reality. He had replaced his hobby of illusion and tarot divination with a true devotion to uncovering the secrets of the occult and ancient mysticism. It was during this time that he would become associated with the high ranking clerics and priests of the Theosophical Society, and the truth of the stories that had fueled his new found passion, the Lemegeton.

Many phony replicas had been produced in the centuries since its binding, however after tracing down the origins of the grimoires mythology, digging through many crypts only ‘said-to-be’ belonging to obsolete kings, Oscar would uncover the reason as to why the true Lemegeton had never been recovered; the court sorcerers of the dead king had recited a ritual to hide the book away beyond the veil of mortality, within the Other World.

Oscar Zoroaster Diggs was the son of a failed politician, desperate to prove he was better than the hand he was dealt. In the 1870s, he would research the ceremony to cross the planes of reality under the tutelage of his former associates, arrange the proper sacrifices, and hijack an old hot air balloon used for advertising the circus to sail into the arcane vortex ripped into the atmosphere by the ritual.