#tw: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS MENTIONED

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are we still friends? ⊹ ࣪ ˖ stairmaster irl + 2.1k

part one | part two | part three

If there was one thing Sunghoon was the best at, it would be running late.

Every day it was a different reason; whether it be him forgetting to put his glasses on (in fact, it had happened the other day. He ran down the stairwell of his apartment and into the parking garage without questioning why his vision was so bad. That is, until he began to put his car into reverse and heard a very long, very angry honk coming from behind him. Never trust Park Sunghoon to adequately check his blind spots.), standing in a particularly long line to pick up Y/N’s favorite drink, or even losing time to traffic.

In true Sunghoon nature, he was late.

Well, there were a variety of factors in play. Last night, he had pulled an all-nighter with Jake—his ever-faithful best friend, who just so happened to be one of Y/N’s close friends as well—to debrief the details of his confession. (Although Jake would argue that “attempt at a confession” would be a more befitting label.)

“Let me get this straight,” Jake says, punctuating his sentence by sitting up. His eyebrows furrow as if he is in deep thought. After a pregnant moment of silence, he continues, “Y/N invited you over, potentially under the assumption that you were going to confess, but nothing happened?”

“Yes, Jake, that’s exactly what happened. Nothing! I don’t even know how I could have fumbled that badly,” Sunghoon groans. “I just—”

“...fuck with her heavy?” Jake interjects with a teasing grin. In a drunken stupor many months prior, Sunghoon had admitted to him long-time crushing on Y/N by describing his affections as, candidly put, “fuckin’ with her heavy.” Jake cheekily reaches over and ruffles Sunghoon’s hair, much to the younger man’s chagrin. “Or, in your words, ‘just left but kept thinking about her’ even though you were barely one foot deep in your car?”

Leave it to Jake Sim to crush your dreams without trying.

Maybe trusting Jake to hold onto a secret was a bad mistake. What if he was a sleeper agent enlisted by Y/N to feed him propaganda? What if he was just putting thoughts into Sunghoon’s mind to deter him from chasing the girl of his dreams? Or, worse of all, what if Jake had a spycam installed in his glasses?

Maybe that was precisely it: his glasses—now glaringly obvious to Sunghoon that obviously they were Meta smart glasses all along—must have been streaming the conversation directly to Y/N so that it could expose each of his deepest thoughts. Maybe Jake Sim was a phoney best friend after all.

“—ello? Earth to Sunghoon? Dude, you gotta stop tuning me out. l abandoned my Valo match for this,” Jake whines. Laying back down, Jake tilts his once abandoned phone towards his face to check the time. “Don' even want to know how much RR I lost for leaving midway.”

This conversation was pointless. The word nothing kept playing in Sunghoon’s mind: nothing had happened, nothing had changed regarding his relationship with Y/N, and nothing was making it directly to Sunghoon’s anxiety riddled mind to assuage his stress. Maybe Jake’s glasses really weren’t recording their conversation. “Hey, come on man. Seriously, how’d it go?”

Apologizing, Sunghoon massages the crease on his forehead that had somehow grown between his eyebrows. He clears his throat a few times before dropping his voice to a near-whisper, still mildly paranoid the room was wiretapped: “The confession had gone like this…”

—

“Welcome back - I hope the traffic wasn't too bad,” Y/N teased, holding the door open. Sunghoon had made a mad dash up the stairwell—the elevator would have been far too slow for his impatient heart, which was beating ten times faster than ever before—as soon as he received the text. Knowing that the “door was always open for him” made him giddier than a soldier (he was too young for mandatory service) reuniting with his wife (neither person had made it out of the friendzone yet) after five years of active duty (more like five minutes).

In between breaths, he responded with “Calm five story—” a wheeze, “sprint, nothing a five minute—” gasp “session on the pseudo-StairMaster couldn’t beat, baby. Did you know your rent actually accounts for two gyms instead of one? Haha.” Doubling over as a few more coughs bubbled in his throat, Sunghoon awkwardly waddled out of the doorway and toward the kitchen to fix himself a mug of water.

("I'm staking a claim on this mug," Sunghoon declared, holding a hand-painted ceramic mug. Littered with doodles and plenty of stars, the mug was YN's magnum opus—in Sunghoon's eyes—and was created during a spontaneous afternoon trip out.

"It's all yours, dude, no one's gonna take that."

"Good, it's mine.")

Y/N, having witnessed Sunghoon’s anguish, rubbed soothing circles onto his back. “Thought I made you nervous, Hoon. You’re still using that nickname?”

Sunghoon gulped, shooting up. All of the energy and vigor suddenly rushed into his body. Maybe it was also fear—so much for trying to show off his insane athleticism. Was it bad that he hadn’t visited the rink in a while? Maybe he could use some more training. Would Y/N like someone that could do pirouettes on the ice and on concrete? Is it too late to start his training arc? “Why, why? Can I not call you that?” Simultaneously setting the mug in his hand down, he slightly tilted his head as genuine concern and confusion laced his voice.

Was he being too overbearing by flirting? He was toeing the line between affectionate and platonic with that name—sometimes he’d similarly call Jay “babe” or “baby,” but that was never in a romantic light. Not like how he meant it now.

“No, I like it when you call me that,” Y/N responded absolutely. Her smugness mirrored Sunghoon’s energy over text; nothing beats the confidence that iMessage Sunghoon magically had. Ironically, the strong persona he put on through text was far from reality. “Oh, but that reminds me. What did you want to tell me?” The dreaded question had finally come out. Thank you, autocorrect and predictive speech, for carrying Park Sunghoon so far through life until now.

Sunghoon began to walk towards the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, staring at the view ahead of him. A perfectly lit view of the Han River and Nam Mountain Village: a stunning view courtesy of Y/N’s constant hard work and effort, which Sunghoon had always admired for all the years he had known her.

What a good life she had made for herself. How could Sunghoon ever fit into the perfect, idyllic life Y/N forged by hand? There was no way she could reciprocate his affections when her entire life was ahead of her, not when he was too worried to let the realities of his feelings leave his mind.

“Come here,” he beckoned.

The slight smile that remained Y/N’s face as she walked toward him left him dazed; this noncommittal facial expression, endearing despite its lack of real emotion, left little to assuage Sunghoon’s beating heart. “This is a nice view,” she acknowledged, eyes swimming through the ocean of lights and windows ahead of her. Turning to face Sunghoon, Y/N’s smile widened: “but it would be much nicer if you could tell me what's on your mind.”

If only it was that easy. The words lingered on the tip of his tongue: “I’m in love with you. Can I be your boyfriend?” Even simpler, he could’ve just asked “Will you be mine?”

Instead, fear got to the best of him. Sure, they had adopted a child together—a stuffed animal he had picked up in Japan, yes, but it was a child nonetheless. Y/N’s infectious grins and the kiss on the cheek he received that day begged to differ—but did that necessarily mean they had to be together?

Mentally calculating the cost of rabbit child support, Sunghoon decided that it was best to keep this confession conversation for another day. Is being an absentee plushie-dad really that horrible? Perhaps the safety net of being on iMessage really emboldened him too much (Heeseung would probably argue that this was one of the consequences of the industrial revolution).

“I just,” he frowns. “I’m um. Just thinking about how cheesy that drama you made me watch was. Seriously, baby, I don’t know how you sit through all of that fluff.”

“That’s what you ran up the stairwell for?” Y/N laughs. Sunghoon swears the lights in the apartment twinkled. Were the lights capable of syncing to music? “Well, I think you could’ve texted me this. Or we could’ve called. But I’m glad that you shared this information with me.” Is it possible to record someone’s voice and store it on Apple's podcast app forever?

If Jake was around, he definitely would be calling Sunghoon a coward: a traitorous coward who didn’t deserve to be part of his Fortnite Squad nor his Overwatch 5 stack. Maybe Sunghoon had hyped up his confession too much.

It would probably be a good idea to invite Jake over later tonight to rant.

“I guess so,” Sunghoon sighs—why was he so scared? It’s not like it was difficult to talk to his best friend. “I was just thinking about you so much that it transcended the bounds of iMessage. Can you blame me?” Where did this sudden courage come from? Feeling bold, he takes a few small steps and wraps his arms around the waist of the woman in front of him. Fuck being an absentee father; this was where he belonged. Still swimming off of the high of Jake-may-kick-me-off-his-roster-if-I-totally-fumble, Sunghoon leans over and mumbles “For you I’ll sprint up and down your real life StairMaster thirty times if I have to” directly into Y/N’s ear.

“I know you would—but only if I prepare water in your favorite mug ahead of time, though, right?”

Okay, maybe Jake Sim will beat his ass after this rollercoaster of emotions dies down, but at least he’s winning now. It’s all about tenses: Future Housewife Sunghoon - 0, Current Breadwinner Sunghoon - 1.

“You know me so well.”

—

“Bruh.”

“You really had to code-switch to your Australian accent for that?” Sunghoon’s jaw drops, uncharacteristically whining at his friend. “‘Bruh’ to you too, man. The confession wasn’t that bad, I promise!”

Laughter bubbles in Jake’s chest, breaking free between each syllable: “What confession? Buddy, you didn’t even tell her how you felt! You just told her her C-Dramas are cringe and that you’re a wannabe gym bro!” And fuck StairMaster.

“Well, I was getting there!” Nevermind the fact that Sunghoon’s “been getting there” for the last decade; progress is still progress. “And, for the record, I thought Hidden Love was good! I swear! I’m literally team Jia Xu!”

Jake continues to giggle, flipping over his phone to read the time again, “whatever, man. I believe you. Regardless, I’m gonna go to bed now—holy shit, how is it already 5 in the morning?”

Plush rabbits, Chinese romance shows, and Sim Jaeyun’s unadulterated hatred could wait. Sunghoon’s urge to kick his feet and scream into a pillow could not.

—

And maybe the fact that he was due to meet up with Y/N couldn't wait either.

do answer (future park yn) now

hii where are you :3

dont tell me there's traffic wherever u are bro its 11am

You

Um

Mahbe there's a bit of congestion n

Naybe*

MAYBE* Congestiin* IM OMW

STAY PUT IMSORRY

do answer (future park yn)

Park Sunghoon I Will Have Your Head Roasted On A Spit

oki ^.^ (with malice)

You

I’m driving with Do Not Disturb While Driving turned on. I’ll see your message when I get where I’m going. (I’m not receiving notifications. If this is urgent, reply “urgent” to send a notification through with your original message.)

do answer (future park yn)

URGENT

fuck you

Jk drive safe :P

To be fair, in all of his years of living, Sunghoon never once claimed that the P in Park Sunghoon stood for Punctual. (But, as drunken Sunghoon once argued: the A in Sunghoon does stand for Always on time!).

Sure, maybe he should've taken the Metro; maybe he should’ve walked; maybe he should’ve done anything but trust himself to freeball a schedule without having a means of accountability, but he was still just Sunghoon doing as Sunghoon does.

Despite the idea of always being late to functions most likely accumulating into karmic retribution or another ramification in some form, Sunghoon was able to instantly find parking. It only took a few overly wide right turns and a couple illegal merges—the G in Sunghoon stood for “good-ish” driver—for him to make it to the parking lot of the Starfield Coex.

Chronic lateness may be a trend for me, the voice in Sunghoon’s head reasoned, but at least I’m not absent. This is for you, D.Va. (Yes, he named his rabbit daughter D.Va after the greatest Overwatch tank character of all time. D.Va’s mother did not agree with this decision.)

—

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? sunghoon mini sns au

part one | part two | part three

tag list [open]: @miniaturenami @yeodungiedelights

author's note: this is a weird intersection between a american/australian/south korean mix and. whatever the hell i got going on in my brain.

[salem-witch-slut]

These Trembling Hands(18+)

Sevika X Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Since Silco died, you hadn't seen Sevika after months of her visits nonstop. When she finally comes back to the brothel, you couldn't help but notice one thing... She looked so, so tired.

WARNINGS: Descriptions of past sex (very minor), breast fondling (also pretty minor), only rated 18+ because dirty things were mentioned. Pretty tame overall. Brief mentions of SA of a minor (TRIGGER WARNING)

WORD COUNT: 4K (EXACTLY OMGGG)

A/N: This is a sequel fic to my Prostitution kinktober prompt. I loved it too much to hang it out to dry. And damn, you guys are eating that fic up. Over 1K notes in 2 days. Bunch of whores, the lot of ya!

DIVIDERS MADE BY @cafekitsune

You had heard rumors of Silco being killed, but that was all you heard of it. You could see from your shitty home terrace deep in the underground of the Undercity. People were scared, things were chaos, and the gangs were at war with each other. Without their leader, the Zaunites were rogue and killed whoever they saw fit. Luckily for you, you weren’t exactly a target as a brothel employee. 

It was more valuable to keep you alive, and everybody knew you were loyal to one Zaunite in particular that even after everything, she’s still as powerful as ever. Still a force to be reckoned with, but does not act unless prompted to. 

Sevika hadn’t been back to see you since Silco’s confirmed death. You simply assumed she had far too much work to do as the leader of keeping the peace between the gangs. Which was insane, because peace talks were never her job.

You hated to admit it… Oh, fuck that, you would scream it from the rooftops. You missed Sevika so bad. You missed her touch like it was what kept you alive. She saw you nearly every single week before Silco’s death and now the only way you know she’s alive is from the whispers on the streets. 

Every day you would come in and hope for her presence, but you were never lucky. You never got to see her handsome face and your body begged for an actual release, or that cool metal from her cybernetic arm. You loved the chills you got from the sharp talon like fingers raking over your rear and leaving marks in your skin. 

God, you missed her. You missed her husky voice, how she held you when you came on her fingers, how she encouraged you to bite her, the praise she gave, mixed with degradation… You were addicted to Sevika, and it was embarrassing. 

The entire staff knew about your obsession with her. She once left a handkerchief of hers in your room after she used it to wipe the sweat from her face and you kept it. Oddly enough, it smelled just like her and you simply enjoyed having it in your presence. Sevika made you feel wanted. Was that so wrong to love?

You kept it with you all the time. You had it in your pocket even as you walked into work that day. 

It was just like any other morning as you entered through the backdoors and got set up in your assigned room that you had, over time, personalized to fit your personality. You had a thing for dark candles and burning herbs that had been known to have relaxing properties. It made your life much, much easier and Babette encouraged it so you wouldn’t need to call out of work once again for your bruised cervix. 

You chewed on your thumbnail as you sat yourself down, prepared to get dressed in your signature outfit of dark colors that the clientele loved, when the curtain pulled back to your room without warning. Your entire body went rigid as you looked up, and your breath got caught in your throat. 

She came back! You tried to not let your excitement show as you stood up from your seat, cursing at your frumpy outfit. Baggy sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt that kept you warm in the dark underground city. Your hair was a mess and you hadn’t done your makeup yet but she barely even blinked as she stood in the doorway. 

“S-Sevika, I–” You stuttered, looking at the cloak on her shoulder and then up to her face… Oh, she looked so, so tired. Her eyes had dark circles under them, partially bloodshot and her cheek was cracked, evidence from the overuse of shimmer from her cybernetic arm. She had a fading bruise on her brow, and healing cuts over her neck and near her cheeks. “Sevika?” 

The tall woman finally made eye contact with you and you watched her toss off her cape and throw it to the floor. You noticed her arm was missing, and there was a frayed wire sticking out of the socket. It looked like it was ripped out of the mechanics on her shoulder as she slowly approached you and made you stumble backwards until your legs smacked into the bed. 

Sevika watched you fall onto the bed, your face turning pink as she let out a long, big sigh and got down on her knees. For a second, you thought she was going to eat you out… But then you simply felt her head rest on your thighs and her arm wrap around your waist. 

“Sevika, are you–”

“I’m tired,” She said, her voice wavering and cracking. You could smell the alcohol on her body and you could feel your heart almost breaking for her. “I’m so… so tired…”

“Oh honey,” You cooed softly, your hands reaching up and gently rubbing at her scalp. The crime lord visibly relaxed, feeling you remove the hair tie from her brown strands as you slid it on your wrist and raked your fingernails over her head. “You must be just exhausted… You’ve been doing everything out there.” 

“Shit never stops,” Sevika pushed her nose into your thigh. “It’s always something… Someone is always getting killed, and I have to fix it. I used to be the one with the blood on my hands, and now I’m cleaning it off someone else’s.” 

“I know,” You said, combing your fingers through her hair. “You’re the best at what you do.”

“What I did,” Sevika scoffed. “Doesn’t matter now… It’s just me holding it together.” 

Words seem to fail you as you simply rubbed at the back of her neck, one hand sliding from her hair and down the back of her shirt, nails crossing over her skin and making the muscular woman shiver in your hold. This was completely different from what you two had grown used to. 

Normally, Sevika would be making you scream at this point. She would stretch you on her fingers and praise you as you pulled on her hair and called out her name like it was the last thing you would ever say. But now? Sevika was too exhausted to do anything… Why was she here then? Why not at her home, sleeping?

You sat there with her for almost ten minutes, simply playing with her hair and rubbing her back. After a while, you could feel her breathing get a bit heavier and you frowned, looking down and seeing how she was almost asleep in your lap. 

“Sevika,” You said gently, feeling her hand flex in your shirt as she looked up and then visibly relaxed at seeing your face. You smiled sweetly before scooting back on the bed and removing your sweatshirt. You flopped backwards in your plain white tank top before patting the space next to you. “Come here.”

“Y-You know, this isn’t what I pay for,” Sevika stuttered, her ears going pink for a second. You had never heard her stutter before! It was adorable. You simply rolled your eyes and reached out with both hands, undoing the fasteners on her shirt. The woman’s breath hitched as she went tense for a second, her hand reaching for your wrist out of instinct. “What are you–”

“Just relax,” You spoke softly, reaching up and sliding the shirt from her body down onto the floor. Underneath was a simple black stained shirt with tears near the collar. You scooted back once again and patted the mattress. “How long did you pay for this time?”

Sevika hesitated as she sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching down and undoing the buckles of her boots. “All day?” 

You chuckled, rolling your eyes and wrapping your arms around her waist. Sevika looked down, used to being able to reach down with her cybernetic arm but now it was simply phantom feelings. 

In seconds, you two were crawling into bed as Sevika immediately wrapped her arm around your waist and pushed her head against your soft chest, basking in your warmth and listening to your heartbeat. 

If there’s one thing you didn’t expect from today, it was this. You were expecting another hard, rough day with no rest and no breaks between clientele, but this was a very, very pleasant surprise. Your hands stayed put, rubbing at her back and holding her forearm that was draped across your middle. You could feel her breathing become more heavy, and you simply looked down before smiling.

She looked so peaceful… Her lips were parted slightly, the gap in her front teeth more prominent as she breathed heavily, a snore escaping her as she dug her fingers into your side. It was then that you realized something. Something that you definitely should have realized before after all these months with Sevika being your favorite client– No, favorite person.

You felt something for her. It went beyond simple affection or fascination with the woman. It was every time you saw her come in. You felt your heart skip a few beats and you were wrapped up in her arms almost immediately. Sometimes she stops by just for an hour, sometimes she’s here for almost four hours. But no matter how long, she never neglected your feelings. 

Sevika was a rough lover, but she was so good at taking care of you, even if her aftercare was slightly condescending. She would wipe you off while calling you a messy whore. She would wrap a blanket around your shoulders while gently slapping your cheek. She would laugh at you as you lay in the pile of pillows on the floor, but still managed to get you water if you asked nicely. 

And yet, even after all these months, there was one line you two had yet to cross, no matter how badly you wanted to. It felt too personal… A big jump between client and lover. Sevika couldn’t possibly see you like that. She pays for this. She has never attempted to see you outside of working hours, and you were sure she could easily find you. Not like you went anywhere outside of work and home and the occasional food stop. 

The thoughts plagued your mind as you watched her sleep on your chest, seeing her lips move as she mumbled something and pushed her face deeper into your tits. You raked your fingernails slowly over her back, being gentle enough to keep her sleeping, but not so light that it tickled and woke her up. You were fully content with being like this all day long. If she paid for an all day session, this would be more than enough to keep you happy. She didn’t even need to touch you to make you happy. Sevika being here was good enough for you.

As the time went by, you could feel your eyes growing heavy with every passing second. You wanted to close them so bad, but every moment with Sevika felt precious to you. You wanted to kiss her. You had never been able to do that before… you wanted to so badly, it was eating at your soul and making your heart race. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and part of you felt like you would throw up, but it was simply eating at you.

Would she push you away? Would she refuse to come back? Or worse, would she retaliate? It felt like Sevika liked you too beyond just a body to play with, but you weren’t sure… Well, asking was out of the question. You knew words would fail you and you would sit there stumbling on your sentences like a moron. This was your only option.

Very carefully, you slid down the mattress and felt her lift up her head so she could rest it on the pillow as you moved. Sevika made a face of disappointment as she opened her eyes and blinked a few times in order to readjust to the soft lighting of the room. From this close, you could see how the candles reflected off her irises and you could see the flecks of purple around the corner from when she would use shimmer. 

She stayed quiet, simply looking at you as you slowly reached down and grabbed at her hand. Her brows creased, seeing your slight distress and scooting herself slightly closer. Her body heat had your breath hitching. “What’s wrong, doll?” 

Fuck, that nickname made your heart flutter. It felt like a rabbit was kicking at your chest behind your ribs as your hand slid up the length of her arm. You could feel the muscles underneath flexing, almost like she was teasing you on purpose. Her body was solid muscle and all strength; with sharp edges and tough skin. You loved every single inch of her. 

“Sevika, I–” You tested your voice, and felt it crack like glass. Your face went pink as the smirk that did reside on her face slowly began to vanish. The silver irises glinted with confusion. She was genuinely concerned now as she saw, and felt your hand shaking as it slid up her arm and carefully rested on her cheek. 

“What are you doing?” Sevika asked, her voice barely above a whisper. You blinked slowly, biting your lip before scooting closer. 

A moment passed, and you simply couldn’t take it. “Screw it.” 

You grabbed the back of Sevika’s neck under her hair and pulled yourself upward, your lips finally connecting with hers. The woman went stiff, her entire body rigid against yours as her eyes widened and she made a noise of surprise. A noise you had never heard from her before. It made your legs press together as you refused to breathe until you separated from her. 

It scratched an itch deep in your brain that you didn’t know was eating at you. It felt like a hot shower after a cold day. It was like breathing after being underwater. It was everything you had expected… Minus Sevika not reciprocating… 

When you broke off from her lips, you saw that she was laying there in pure shock. Her eyes were wide and the hand on your hip twitched as you looked down, refusing to meet her eyes. You were worried now. She looked almost upset with you as you refused to meet her gaze, scared of the repercussions. 

“I’m sorry,” You said, close to sobbing. “I-I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to overstep and I was just– I don’t know what I was–”

Your words were cut off as Sevika gently tucked her knuckle under your chin and tilted your head back up to meet her eyes. And you saw her cheeks tinted a soft pink and her eyes were sparkling. And that was the last thing you saw before she was jolting forward and recapturing your lips like she couldn’t live without it. 

Instantly, your hands went around her neck and you pulled her close, drowning in everything that was the woman named Sevika. How intense she was with every aspect of her life and how she gave 100% with all her actions, and that included kissing. Her tongue gently teased at your lips and you responded with your own, pressing it against hers and slipping it passed her teeth. 

Sevika groaned, grabbing at your hip and pressing your entire body against hers, allowing you to feel how warm her skin felt on your own. It was like touching a livewire; you couldn’t break away even if you wanted. You couldn’t get enough, and you wanted more. So, so much more…

Your stomach twisted in your gut as you began sitting up off the bed and before you could stop yourself, your legs moved until you were sitting on Sevika’s hips, holding her down and breaking off from the kiss for a brief second. 

There was a look in her eyes, almost like she was challenging you. Her brows knitted together as she panted, her hand curling against the bedsheets and her chest rising with each harsh inhale she took. Dear fucking Gods, she was sculpted by deities you didn’t even know existed. Her taut abdomen sucked in with each breath and you saw the outline of her abs through the shirt riding up on her waist. 

Maybe someone else would have been put off with her only having one arm, but you didn’t care. It didn’t diminish her strength, and she could fair fine without it. Even with just a hand, she was able to break you and you would thank her. 

“Someone’s being bold today,” It was that same flirty condescending tone she used with you all of the time. You ate it up as your fingers traced down her chest, between the valley of her breasts before stopping to trace a few little patterns into the flesh showing below her shirt. You felt her abdomen tremble at your touch, and you smirked. “Get that smile off your face.” 

“I can’t help it,” You said, fingers twitching as you reached forward a little more and began sliding her shirt upward to expose her stomach and staring at her chiseled muscles in full view. Your breath hitched and you felt your toes curl up. “So perfect…” 

Sevika groaned, putting her hand over her face and covering her eyes. Almost like she was embarrassed of your words, but that would be silly. Sevika doesn’t get embarrassed. She isn’t capable of that. Is she? 

The veins almost popped in her forearm as she grabbed her face, feeling your soft, uncalloused fingers stroke along her ribs and slide up even more. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second as you breathed hard, licking at your lips. This was a huge moment for both of you.

You had never seen Sevika without a shirt before. Never seen all of her and hardly ever got to touch her like this. You felt like you were in control. This was insane. 

“S-Stop me if it’s too much,” You said, voice wavering as you pushed the shirt up the rest of the way. Your insides damn near melted at seeing her breasts for the very first time. You had a feeling it was just as strong as the rest of her, but you didn’t have proof until now. And another suspicion you had? Yes, her nipples were pierced. You fucking knew it.

“You done?” Sevika snapped, looking down at you and narrowing her eyes. You blinked, not realizing just how long you were staring at her until she knocked you out of your stupor. “Not some sideshow attraction here, doll.” 

“Really?” You chuckled, reaching up and cupping her breasts with both hands. “Because I think I should be paying to see you.” Your fingers traced over her piercings and Sevika gasped, her body jerking towards your touch like she was desperate for it. 

Sevika was a vision. And you were desperate to see more. 

It wasn’t long until you were reaching down for her belt and unzipping her pants when she reached out with her hand and grabbed at both of your wrists. You immediately stopped, looking down at her and seeing the wild look in her eyes and how her body was almost on the offensive. 

“Wait,” She pleaded. Your heart broke. “Just… just wait, please, give me just a minute.” 

“Sevika,” You frowned, releasing her belt and scooting closer towards her. Something was off about this, and you just had to know what was going on. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” 

“It’s just that… I just…” Her entire face fell as she sat up and dropped her head down. Her hair covered her face as you reached forward and pushed it away to look at her. “No one has done that before. I haven’t… let anyone touch me like this.” 

“Honey,” You cooed, leaning down and looking into her eyes. Sevika pressed her lips into a thin line and looked up through her lashes, the bruises under her eyes more prominent from this angle. “Talk to me.” 

The woman scowled. It was an internal battle for her to admit any of this, especially to you. Sevika knew how you saw her, and this was just crossing some kind of line in her mind. You saw her as a strong, unmovable force that could never be injured or taken down. You saw Sevika as a god, and she was about to shatter that illusion. 

“It was when I was a kid,” Sevika admitted. “I was a scrawny little shit, you know? A gutter rat… an easy target,” For a brief second, her eyes watered but she blinked it away. “I didn’t stand a chance back then.” 

There was a moment of confusion before the pieces clicked into place and you felt your entire body go rigid. You felt sadness, empathy, compassion… rage. Pure, blood-boiling rage as you pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. You couldn’t show your anger, but you wanted to hunt whoever it was down, and watch them bleed out slowly. How could anybody do that to her? To a child?

“I’m sorry, I–”

“Don’t,” Sevika looked away immediately, her lips curling into an almost snarl as she looked down at the sheets, trying to distance herself. You tried not to flinch as you scooted back in the bed and gave her space. “I don’t tell people shit for that reason. I don’t need pity. I don’t want it either.” 

“Okay,” You bit down on your lip, tucking your legs under your body and putting both hands on your thighs. Sevika noticed your sudden change of attitude and she stood up from the bed. Before you could ask what she was doing, she started pacing back and forth, rubbing at her jaw and trying to sort out her thoughts. You sat there silent, scared if you said a word that she would snap and the moment you two shared would be over. 

It was almost three whole minutes before she stopped pacing. You felt like you were trapped in a cage with a wild animal. So unpredictable and volatile, but just scared of what you could do to them and they feel the need to defend their existence. Your heart went out to her, and you wish you could take back your actions because now everything was shattered, just as you feared. 

“What the hell are we doing?” Sevika muttered into her hand. She turned to look at you and saw that you weren’t looking up at her, and almost like it was happening in slow motion, a tear slipped down and splattered onto your leg. You didn’t look up… until she said your name. Your real name, not a nickname or pet name. 

“Look,” Sevika said, sitting back down on the bed and reaching out to take your face in her hand. You leaned into her touch and held back a whimper. “This all got out of hand… Somewhere between us, the lines started blurring. Went beyond me paying to fuck you–”

“You’re not coming back,” You shivered. Sevika visibly recoiled at your words. “Are you? I ruined this, and now you won’t come back again.” 

“Hey now,” The woman immediately grabbed at your chin and forced you to look up. “Don’t put words in my mouth, doll. I never said that.”

You whimpered. “Then… What are you saying?” 

A gasp left you as she pressed her lips into yours once again and sighed, her hand tangling in your hair and rubbing at the back of your neck. It was just as fucking amazing as before and you were visibly upset when she broke off.

“I’ve got a reputation to keep up, you know? We just… have to keep this quiet, understand?”

“You mean,” You said. “Like a secret?” 

“See?” Sevika chuckled before kissing your cheek. “I knew you weren’t dumb, sweetheart.” 

[im-probably-playing-genshin]

[h3artw0rms]

Jinx viewed death as something positive at most scenes, she didn't understand why people looked so scared when they died. At least when she was a kid/teen.

In her diary she said she believes in a sort of afterlife, or desperately wants to believe in one (heads up, there is a spirit realm in LoL but I don't know if Arcane will EVER address it) . "Vi and I will go there" as it was written in her diary. Not to forget the bridge scene where she wanted a merciful death with Ekko.

It makes me want to think if she was actively suicidal all the time or if death was just a constant thought in her head and she thinks about it whenever a moment is right for her, if you get what I mean?

Did Silco know of her death fantasies?

The bridge scene always made me wonder that in that moment, she wanted to die and accepted it, smiled even. She seemed like she didn't want to think about what she'd cause to Silco with this, that even with him together, saying in her diary they are both broken and perfect for each other, she considered death in the back of her head most of the time.

[incorrect-piltover-quotes]

Sevika: You wanna die?! There's easier ways to kill yourself!

Jinx: Yeah, like yelling at the woman who's holding the AK-47.

[incorrect-targon-quotes]

Leona: My girl is mad at me.

Leona: I hope I die.

[zztibranul]

LUNAR HALL OF FAME QUOTES!

i'm hilarious so here's some of my favorite quotes but also TW bc i am traumatized which means suicide jokes hahahaah

[leonardoeatscarrots]

This is very helpful to hear, OP. While watching Arcane, I always felt something unsettling with Jynx beyond what the writers were trying to convey. And especially after seeing your examples, I can say that it's the lack of concern for Jynx as a person that bothers me.

I will likely make a long post about Viktor and my personal experience as someone with a physical disability, but I'm kinda in a flare-up right now and haven't the spoons just yet (speak of the devil).

Arcane, Psychosis, and Mixed Feelings.

I saw a post by @leonardoeatscarrots on Arcane and how it handles Viktor. That inspired me to make this post, because I think this show has a lot of issues with its disabled characters (though I won't be talking about Viktor here)

Before I start, I would like to preface this with- I like the show, Jinx is my favorite character, and I'm looking forward to season 2. (this is written before it comes out. If something changes when season 2 comes out, then I'll try and relay my thoughts about it)

This is also not to call anyone out, if you think this is targeted towards anyone, or I'm vagueposting, I'm not. These are just some issues I have with the wider fandom.

At no point am I going to diagnose her with any sort of illness, as that is just headcannon. I will compare her to myself, as I have a schizospec disorder, however, I will not claim she has anything specific as it has not been confirmed whether they were trying to represent a specific illness or not.

Also, I do not know everything there is to know about LOL lore.

I have only played runeterra and wild rift, and I don't spend all my time watching videos about LOL lore. So if I get a couple things wrong, I'm sorry.

Are we clear?

Let's begin.

Jinx is a complicated character for Arcane to adapt respectfully, mostly because of her status as a League of Legends champion.

In the game, she's supposed to be this type of character. the "Violent Crazy Manic Pixie Dream Girl" type.

Now there's lore behind her being like this, but that's what she boils down to, and no amount of justification is going to change the trope she falls into.

In the show, we get more context for why she's like this. (since the show is canon)

Psychosis can happen for a multitude of reasons, not just schizophrenia, as some might claim. It can happen after trauma, it can happen because of depression, bipolar, or even a fever can cause psychosis.

What matters more in the show is not the reason it's happening, but that it's happening.

Something I like about Arcane is that it doesn't dwell on the causality of the psychosis, just that it's happening. I like that she's not constantly hearing or seeing things because that's just not how psychosis works.

I genuinely relate a lot to jinx, not only on the psychosis, but on the attachment issues as well.

There is also another praise I can make towards the show, that it portrays age regression in a (somewhat) sympathetic light. We don't know how old Jinx is, (we know she's in her late teens, but we don't know much beyond that)

Jinx's age regression, in this case, is involuntary and ongoing. Age regression can happen because of trauma and psychosis, and isn't always voluntary. It's not a well-known symptom of any disorder, and often times it's demonized, or treated as sexual. (Here, I don't get an undercurrent of sex with her age regression (with other things, yes, there definitely is, her entire archetype is a sexual fantasy, but with this specifically I didn't get that vibe)

However I still have issues with Jinx as a character, and a lot of them stem from how she's portrayed and the air around her.

Jinx has an air of tragedy and pity around her. Now some of this is due to her trauma, but we aren't supposed to see Vi the same way, even though she experienced the explosion too, losing her family and growing up in Stillwater prison.

Vi, by all accounts, should be just as tragic of a character as Jinx is, hell, she is a tragic character. However, that's not how the show sees her. (nor is it how the fandom sees her but I'll get into my issues with the Arcane fandom in a little bit)

Jinx is supposed to be pitied, infantilized, sexualized, and feared at the same time. Some of this (the sexualization in particular) dates back to the game and can be seen even in her design. Her design in league is very male-gazey. it's less so here, but we are probably going to see her original design in later seasons, which isn't my favorite thing. (It's ugly. It's genuinely an ugly design IMO, and it makes it VERY clear that they're trying to make a Harley Quinn-type character. ALL her skins are sexualized. I do realize that this isn't a problem unique to Jinx, however. LOL has a problem with sexualizing its female characters.)

Jinx's psychosis is a very weird watch when you're schizospec, because the focus is almost never on her when it's about the psychosis, only when it's about her trauma (which, when they want you to sympathize with her, they put more focus on). It's always about how it affects the people around her. And while yes, psychosis does affect other people, (just ask my family and friends) the fact that it never focuses on how it affects her or how she feels about it. It's a tool for her to be threatening, its a visual metaphor for her grief and trauma, and despite her being a main character, she's way more defined by her mental illness and trauma than her sister Vi is.

The focus of her breakdowns is almost always on other people, or how it will affect other people when it comes to her psychosis. Let me give a few examples of this.

the scene where she talks to her voices after her introduction in "Happy Progress Day". (ep 4) This is after her talk with Silco. We, as viewers, are meant to be afraid of what she's going to do next, as in her introduction, she was portrayed as menacing but sad. The point of the scene is both to show she has psychosis but also to make us worry for the characters around her. (Which was also partially done by her introduction, but the psychosis part to a lesser extent)

In "when these walls come crumbling down" (ep 6) where Vi and Jinx reunite, Jinx hears voices and gets paranoid. (she's paranoid through this entire episode, due to finding out Vi is with an Enforcer from Sevika, who taunts her about it.) The emphasis here is placed on Vi and Caitlyn and their relationship to Jinx.

The scene where she's on a bridge talking to her voices in "The Boy Savior".(ep. 7) This is, again, meant for us to worry about other characters' safety.

There are more examples, But this post is already long as is, and I don't want to go into detail about every single scene with her.

Now I'm not against showing how psychosis affects others while it's happening. But when that's the main way it's showcased, that's where it becomes an issue.

It's near impossible to talk about Jinx's psychosis without talking about her trauma, as that's what the show is banking on you pitying her for. There's an air of contempt and horror whenever the trauma isn't the main part of her mental illness being focused on. like "Oh, isn't this scary? She's going CrAzY!"

This, I shouldn't have to tell you, is an issue.

The two main relationships for Jinx throughout the show are Vi and Silco. Ekko's and Sevika's relationships with Jinx are also important, but we don't get as much time to develop them as we do with her other two main relationships. Since she's partially defined by her relationships, and this is what I was saying earlier, when she's going through things, the focus isn't placed on her. Even in the scenes where it's supposed to be.

Take the scene where Jinx is having a moment and using the punching machine in "everybody wants to be my enemy" (ep 5) the focus is planted firmly on the relationship between Jinx and Vi.

Most scenes are like this with Jinx. It's not about her specifically. It's about her relationships. How much do we know about Jinx that isn't trauma, relationships, or mental health related? We know she likes to create things, but what else? what else do we get to know about her?

Jinx is defined by her relationships and her mental illness. I have noticed the fandom will treat her in a few different ways due to this fact.

-infantilize/woobify her (that's 90% of what I've seen)

-make jokes about her psychosis (fine when psychotics are doing that, NOT fine when non-psychotics are)

-make the focus of their posts shipping where she's the "wild crazy energetic girl" and the other is more serious. (before you say I hate timebomb, I love timebomb, this is just a pattern I've seen with Jinx shipping)

These categories often cross into each other, none of these are mutually exclusive.

It's time to talk about the elephant in the room. Jinx's violence.

Let me get this out of the way first. It is a well known fact that psychotics are way more likely to be the victims of violence rather than the perpetrators.

Most psychotics are only violent when scared out of their minds and when I say violent, I don't mean severe violence I mean pushing or hitting. (And I'm like 90% sure any non-psychotic would do the same if they experienced that level of fear for that amount of time)

It doesn't make hitting people okay, but I'm hoping it provides some perspective.

Jinx, however, is severely violent. She tortures people, kills people, and commits terrorism.

She seems to revel in it. Which falls into tired tropes of mentally ill people, but specifically psychotic people. her voices even encourage her.

Do violent command hallucinations exist? yes. It happens.

Do some psychotic people, or some mentally ill people in general experience homicidal thoughts? yes. It does happen.

There is a discussion to be had about representing these without demonizing psychotics or other mentally ill people, however, there's a difference between a character who has a mental illness being violent for the sake of it and is treated with contempt and a character who has a mental illness that also has violent thoughts/urges and is treated with respect by the media they're in.

It's hard to talk about this without mentioning that this is how she is in League, this is her character, so I can understand that making her violent was necessary to adapt LOL lore and still make it canon. She wouldn't be Jinx if she wasn't violent, violence is a core component of her character in League. Which was why i didn't want to go into it, because it was unavoidable in this adaptation.

Jinx's character archetype is problematic in general.

Despite all this, Jinx is still my favorite character. Some of the scenes with the psychosis, the paranoia about being left behind or people leaving me, the SH, really resonate with me. I am, in no way, a Jinx hater.

Despite it not focusing on her, the scenes of her talking to her hallucinations, and her age regression, it's felt HARD. Note that nowhere in this post did I say I felt it was unrealistic. I critiqued the writing and framing of her character.

which is why I can understand why so many people think she's good representation.

I made a point to only say "psychosis" and not "schizophrenia". there was a reason for this. The reason being there's no confirmation as to whether they were trying to depict a schizospec disorder.

I personally headcannon her as schizoaffective bipolar type (which is what I have), but again, that's just a headcannon. As far as I know (and as far as I could find) there is no confirmation that they made her with the schizophrenia spectrum in mind, despite the coding.

I couldn't even find out if they had a psychotic or psychologist consult on their team.

Now that I've covered the show, I'd like to get into some issues with the fandom that I've noticed.

As I touched on before, the fandom will woobify her or make jokes about her mental health issues. I've seen merch with her saying "they/them because it's me and the voices" before. Which is..... uhh...

Being in this fandom is a minefield when you're schizospec because you'll see one post you like about jinx but the next post will be something like what I mentioned above.

When mentioning my issues with Jinx, some people will claim that it's not actually an issue, or claim that it's unreasonable to expect good representation out of Riot (or even expect something small, like a consult on the team).

Though ableism isn't unique to the Arcane fandom, it's important to point out that many people will talk over disabled people talking about Viktor and Jinx and claim that they're fine actually and we shouldn't be upset, and that we should just make our own representation. (I got told this yesterday)

It shouldn't be up to marginalized people to make our own representation, as not everyone can do that and it's unfair to expect that of people. Not everyone has the time, energy, or resources to create stories about their experiences. Am I saying we should only expect representation from mainstream sources and non-marginalized people, and that marginalized people shouldn't be part of that process? No, that's not at all what I'm saying. (I have to clarify because I got into an argument about this) What I am saying is that there should be more representation out there, and we shouldn't have to make our own representation in order to see ourselves. Involve marginalized creators if you can, of course. (Riot most certainly could have.) But don't tell disabled people to make our own representation when we critique a media you like. Especially if you yourself are queer, you should understand what we're talking about.

Please do better.

Thank you for reading this excessively long post.

I am willing to discuss, my opinion is not gospel.

I am in no way a Jinx or Arcane hater.

[newwayin]

name elio gore. nickname el, ellie ( if you're close enough ). age twenty - nine. date of birth april 29th 1995. gender cis - male. sexuality bisexual, male leaning. pronouns he / him. languages known english, spanish, asl + currently learning french. height 6'2, 188 cm. occupation piercer at devil's ink. face claim michael evans behling.

( + ) charming, cheerful, witty, modest, sympathetic, logical, creative, insightful, persuasive, methodical, independent, patient, compassionate. ( - ) tough, rowdy, sarcastic, compulsive, obnoxious, reactionary, insincere, disobedient, argumentative, deceptive.

hobbies posting his stuff on instagram, poetry, hiking. likes good food, spending time with friends, music. dislikes serious family politics, his fuck ass degree. quirks carries a "lucky" coin with him in his wallet a client once gave to him. strengths how true to himself he is, his independence. weaknesses family, it all leads back to family. aesthetics you're looking outside and the birds chirp like it's another saturday morning except it's still and you can't see your reflection in the mirror...  you worry if you ever exist;  you will peel an orange for your beloved,  for your family,  to show you care and that you're listening but little do they know it's molded on the other side that has made its way to the core, it's completely inedible;  so much laughter is your life,  sometimes it's loud and your stomach hurts or it comes out silently. only when you go up to wipe your tears away, a bit of your flesh comes off with it. it doesn't hurt,  you realize. inspirations jayce talis, league of legends / arcane. ichiban kasuga, yakuza: like a dragon. korra, legend of korra. dante, devil may cry; but also that one loud, confident person in high school that stood up for quiet / nerdy kids and made others stand on business + doesn't hesitate to smack stupid people.

THE STORY STARTS HERE ... u get bullet points for now tw for brief mentions of familial death and terminal illness.

born into five siblings, it's hard to make sure he stands out from the rest, especially when his ambitions are the same, yet vastly different from the rest. the environment is similar to eat or be eaten, despite fighting against those standards. everyone expects great things from him but also feels pity for him and his younger siblings, children that just happen to be apart of a family empire of media.

so he grows up defiant, rowdy, and loud, even getting into fights in school, anything to get attention from anyone. he thinks it works but it's right back to square one because of course they have better things to do than to coddle a child and give him exactly what he wants. he gets told that, when he gets older, there's no messing around or acting like a fool... his father expects the best, just like everyone else, even if some got some leniency. maybe, just maybe, he'll get a taste of what it's like to inherit a company, just like his grandfathers. he can't lie, it's extremely tempting and he would be set for life, but is it something he really wants to do? his elder brother and sister have a better chance of obtaining it, after all.

when he graduates high school, he sobers up and realizes how serious the scenario is and that's when time becomes a blur. it's almost immediately he goes straight into college, majoring with a graduate in finance to prove to his grandfather that he is serious about inheriting the business, not without minoring in social media marketing where he lives and studies out of state in california.

he'd like to think he cared about his grandparents but ( TW FOR FAMILIAL DEATH ) when his grandmother died, there wasn't much of anything, witnessing sunken eyes and a throat that could no longer support a confident, lovely voice. he thought that maybe he was just a little bit broken that he couldn't spare tears for a grievance. ( / TW FOR FAMILAL DEATH ) with not much contact with his siblings, he left once again.

while in college, he worked in a rather big, well known music business ( spotify nyehe ) in the finance branch while having contact with celebrities. one would say this is their greatest achievement when something great like this is expected? it's as they say, being in wealth has its perks.

after he graduates college, there's no hesitation when he there's news that ( TW FOR TERMINAL ILLNESS ) his grandfather becomes ill with no time to say when it'll come ( / TW FOR TERMINAL ILLNESS ). so he leaves his job where he works as a piercer, losing his business standings. he tells his family that this is just a side hustle, it's not a job he takes seriously but this is the most fun he's had in any job and even gets to manages the businesses instagram ( guess that degree in social media marketing does come in handy ). still, the hunger to take his grandfather's inheritance by the throat makes him parched and his stomach growling. it's a haunting and a desire all the same and he will play his siblings game to get it if he has to.

WITTLE FUN FACTS ........ headcanons as people say

has actually used his money to donate to several charities that surround supporting lgbtqia+ youth, hunger to the homeless, and wildlife conservation.

his favorite music genres are metal, r&b, breakcore, and that kind of music to chill and relax to ( which include those Nintendo Videos, like these ).

was one of those kids to be like 'want me to give you a piercing?' with a rusty safety pin. he might've gotten in trouble for doing that and getting his friends ear infected ... at school.

had that quickly shattered dream of being a video game streamer.

not really that close to his siblings, excluding his younger sister, and mainly just lives in his own little world.

almost went to college majoring computer science but switched them at the last minute.

definitely did those 'making meals in my college dorm' tiktoks.

got really into poetry from his love of music and finds it a good way to express his feelings and emotions. this is basically hidden from everyone. he occasionally does slam poetry at coffee shops when just writing them down isn't enough.

really adores ferrets and sharks.

was interested in tattoos and piercings for awhile and even vaguely studied to become one. he realizes he's better at piercing than tattooing. just doesn't have the gift for art and that's okay.

masks around his family to believe he's serious, hard - headed, and absolutely determined. whether they believe that or not doesn't bother him. he knows how to act "professional" when he needs to.

he's really not THAT good of a guy. he's compassionate to those that deserve it and doesn't see anything wrong with flaunting what he has to others that don't have the same luxuries he does when that person is being an asshole. it's all an act. everything is.

HOT - TO - GO CONNECTIONS

ignoring the typical go - to connections ( friendship, familial, and romance ) what about that close friend(s) that have been there since the beginning and he somehow manages to keep in contact with them all this time. his anchor but also his stress ball. no, i will not elaborate.

i know he's pissed off some people so give me those that cannot stand him / or his money but like... you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.

clients that are his regulars, even bringing in coffee or snacks for the both of them. same place and time?

coworkers... i know you got some juicy gossip for him.

buddies from college or his old job. perhaps you only got close to him because you knew he came from money or he just had that nice approach about him.

crushes on him or on your muse *tucks hair*.

rich kid4rich kid. thank you.

past hook - ups / random sexual history.

just honestly everything and anything, idc give it to me.

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

what do you like in me

by rosetattoos

“You know what they say, save a drum, bang a drummer—”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.”

Vi grins sharply, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she absentmindedly taps away at a rhythm on the shared kitchen’s dining table, her enjoyment of Caitlyn’s frustration as clear as day.

Caitlyn thinks she needs more sleep, or someone to shake her, because she unfortunately thinks this back and forth is… doing it for her. So she ignores the way her cheeks flush, her stomach tight and her jaw tense, as she grabs her leftovers and leaves the kitchen.

(She has unfortunately already indeed thought about banging this drummer.)

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Music College!AU where Caitlyn and Vi have been at each other’s throats for as long as they’ve known each other at the Piltover-Zaun Music College. It gets worse before it gets better.

Words: 15705, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Perfectionism, Hurt/Comfort, caitlyn thinks she's straight (spoiler: she's not), drummer!Vi, pianist!Caitlyn, Slow Burn, ish, the only thing from Arcane are the locations, everything else (composers/musicians) are of our world so to speak, gratuitous use of brackets, Your honour they are idiots in love, Making Out, Grinding, TW: Blood mention, those blisters from drumming are no joke, Music college, and they were ROOMMATES, Miscommunication

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[tobias-the-legend]

CURRENTLY HOSTING A MURDER MYSTERY! MASTERLIST FOUND HERE!

Rotomblr, huh...? Well, it's worth a shot.

Hello, my name's Tobias Lashwood, I'm one of the most notable competitors from the Lily Of The Valley conference. I'm 25 years old, use he/they pronouns and currently live in Hammerlocke, Galar.

I was recommended to get Rotomblr by a friend of mine in Ferrum, Anne. Hopefully, I can find some more friends on here?

No, I don't have a full team of legendaries. My team is here:

I also have an emotional support Sobble(♂️)! If you have any questions about them, feel free to ask.

As of 19/8/2024, I now have an Absol/Oshawott hybrid named Navy(♂️)!

As of 14/9/2024, I now have a Mimikyu (Latias costume) named Hollow(♀️)!

As of 29/9/2024 + 30/9/2024, this profile has been updated with these boxes below!

(Regular anon is on)

As of 21/10/2024, I'm in a relationship with Zeph ( @【cristalin-league-official】 )!!!

Whilst I'm here—

Hiiiiiiiii!

Darkrai is also open to questions. The rest of my team will only respond if prompted, Darkrai may answer on my behalf at times.

(OOC INFO, GUIDANCE KEYS AND REFERENCES BELOW)

(HELLO, IT'S @【katt-sports】 AGAIN! I also run @【gaia-channel】 + @【augustine-key】 and wanted to try my hand at a solo character blog! Well, solo and a bit if you count Darkrai.)

(Little specific headcanons to note: Tobias is transmasc, gay and autistic. His sense of smell is the most heightened so big buffets or stuff may overwhelm him.)

(Since Tobias is mostly a blank slate in canon, this is hopefully a way for me to build more on what I already have for his character.)

(Trainers and Pokémon alike are welcome to interact!)

(PS: my stuff with Darkrai and Latios may be VERY HEADCANON BASED so prior warning for that)

(No explicit NSFW, although I am an adult. Just don't make others uncomfortable, that's all I ask. Suggestive stuff is fine.)

(Adding on 5/11/2024 due to recent posts I've seen, Tobias is an adult character who can and will mention innuendos and mild sexual themes, as well as follow along with jokes. I will use both cw and tw tags respectively where I deem necessary and will patch posts upon request. Blocking the tags 【cw suggestive】, 【cw sex mention】, 【cw dick joke】, etc (as well as substitute cw for tw) is recommended if that content makes you uncomfortable.)

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UPDATED GUIDE AS OF 20/8/2024:

(Tobias is plain purple text, it's his account so he'll be speaking most of the time.)

(Darkrai is plain red text, they're the most frequent Pokémon user and basically co-run the account at this point. If you get Pelipper Mail containing mints from "-D", that's them.)

(Latios is plain blue text. Any rude anons that are not deleted will be answered by him unless someone else needs to respond for specific reasons.)

(Sylveon is plain pink text.)

(Tyranitar is plain green text.)

(Empoleon and Lucario will both have 《》 surrounding their text.)

(Sobble, Navy and Hollow won't take over much. However, all will be in the shrunken text with <> surrounding them.)

(Jackie, Tobias' roommate, will have 【】 surrounding her text.)

(Tapu Koko will appear every now and again! He will have shrunken text with 【】 surrounding them. Unlike the others, he isn't in Galar.)

(For any potential guest takeovers, there may be a respective event tag.)

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BONUS TAG REFERENCES:

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【# Actor In PokéLearning】 = Posts based on Tobias' acting course.

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Jay - Tobias' Uncle

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Joanne - Tobias' Course Instructor

Latios - Human Form

Darkrai - Human Form

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Asanté started off as Jalani’s prized pupil in 2006. Now, 2 decades later, they’re happily married and enjoying their honeymoon. Of course, Lani has a surprise to make the moment sweeter.

🤎 Jalani Ball-De Léon: 45, FGSS and Psychology Professor

🤎 Asanté Ball- De Léon: 39, Women's Studies Professor

🤎 CW/TW: mentions of female genital mutilation (briefly), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of forced hysterectomy, angst, fluff, smut, hurt comfort, porn with plot/porn with feelings (there's no actual smut in this one but I'm using the same warnings for both), pet names, lesbians, romance stuff, kissing, cunnilingus, swearing, vaginal fingering, body worship, some spanish, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of hallucinations, no google translate, the kissing of feet (she does not have a foot fetish don't play with me), crying, proofread (will be updating these warnings when I finish part 2)

🤎 A/N: I actually have a fic for this pairing up on ao3, that link can be found here. I've had this fic sitting in my drafts for the longest. Originally it was a two part with Asanté's pov being one chapter and Jalani's being the other because I wanted the more fluffy part to be seen from Asanté's eyes and the angstier, smuttier (it's very soft and meaningful smut tbh) part to be seen from Jalani's so yeah. I think with how long this first part has turned through editing, I'm going to keep them separated. Also tell your mom how you got Rick rolled by an angst fic on tumblr when you finish reading.

🤎 Notes:

Asanté comes from an abusive adoptive family, her mother having illegally gotten a hysterectomy done on her and the mutilation of her genitals (they cut off her clit) just to name a couple of the things that she suffered through just as a child, let alone as she got older

Asanté and Lani met when Asanté was 19 pushing 20 and Jalani was 25 pushing 26, they became friends while Asante was still her student, eventually starting a relationship 6 years after graduation when Asanté came back to her alma mater to teach there

Jalani is originally from Spain with Afro-Spanish parents

Asanté is from New Mexico, she does not know her heritage but grew up speaking Castilian Spanish because coincidentally enough her adoptive mother is a Spanish woman as well

They're honeymooning in Italy

Jalani is pronounced like yuh-lawn-ee

Asanté is pronounced like uh-sahn-tay

Jalani's full name is actually Jalani Alexya Martina Mireia Adelita Teofila Sanchia Basilia Romano Hendrix De Léon

🤎 Word count: 4.3k

🤎 Link to pt. 2

8th August 2026

"If I know what love is, it is because of you. You've awakened something in my soul that was asleep for a long time."

Asanté

She was my forever love. We didn't have to know each other since we were kids, we didn't have to spend the entire 2 decades that we knew each other together, but I never stopped loving her. From the moment we laid eyes, it was set in stone, Jalani Hendrix would be the love of my life.

I started to scroll down on my youtube to find a new video to watch when she called out, "Santé, look at me."

I turned to find her recording me and couldn't help but chuckle at the faces she was making behind the camera. I sat my mug down and slipped my feet back into my slides, getting up to walk towards her.

She put her phone in her pocket and I took her outstretched hand, shaking my head with another soft laugh as she pulled me in, "Good morning, Lani."

She kissed my forehead, "Good morning. You working on something?"

I shook my head as we rocked side to side idly, her arms situated around my waist, mine slung over her shoulders "Nope, just watching youtube videos."

"Cuddles and coffee?"

I hummed as she pressed her lips to mine in soft, repeated kisses, "Only if you're making the coffee."

"Kiss and you've got a deal," she offered. I giggled, mumbling against her lips, "Lani, you're kissing me right now."

"Mm, keywords. I'm kissing you. Kiss me back and I'll make the coffee," she corrected, continuing to kiss me throughout her speaking.

I rolled my eyes playfully as I brought a hand down to cup her cheek, pressing my lips into hers the next time she planted a little peck to mine, kissing her back tenderly. A little happy sigh escaped me as I pulled away, looking up at her through my lashes, "Now do we have a deal?"

She smiled down at me, her thumbs gently tracing along the curve of my waist as she pressed one last kiss to my lips, "Yes, I would believe we do, my love."

Her hands moved up to my arms, pulling them down slowly until she had taken a hold of my hands, kissing across the back of my knuckles before turning around, her arms extended behind her as she linked her fingers with mine.

I gave them a squeeze, calling out as she pulled me along into the kitchen, "Is this not uncomfortable?"

She shook her head, "Nope. It actually feels good on my rotator cuff at the moment."

I laughed, shaking my head, "If you say so."

She let go of my right hand as she made it to the counter, pulling my left arm around her waist, leading to me wrapping both of my arms around her from behind, hands planted against her chest as I rested my head against her back, "How long do you think we can hide out here before our families send a SWAT team to come get us?"

I shrugged as I turned my face to place a kiss between her shoulder blades, her tank top leaving just enough skin uncovered for me to do so, "I don't know. I read somewhere that most honeymoons last about 8 days, but we've been gone for almost a month now. What have you been telling Mamá?"

"That we're on a couple's vacation from work. You know she's gonna kill us for eloping, right," she asked as she held onto my hands, pulling me back outside with her as she grabbed my mug from next to my laptop.

I nodded, shuffling along with her easily as she sniffed my mug to find that I had been drinking tea and not coffee, "Oh for sure. She's been the main person pressuring us to go ahead and have the wedding. She's gonna shit a brick."

"Perhaps we should have a big ceremony for our first anniversary? Just to pacify the family. For us it'll be a vow renewal, to them it'll be our wedding," she suggested as she placed a kettle on the stove while her coffee brewed.

I moved to slip between her and the counter, hands now in the same position but on her back as I rested against her chest, her arms wrapping around me whilst she pressed soft kisses into my hair, simply humming in response, "Mmhh...mhm...sounds good to me..."

She let out a soft laugh, the vibration humming against the side of my face that was pressed against her chest as she brought a hand up to my nape, playing with the hair there, "You okay, baby?"

I wasn't listening but when my brain registered that she was talking to me, I cracked an eye open, looking up at her, "Hm?"

"Still sleepy," she asked, not even minding that I hadn't heard her original question.

"Maybe a little bit. Mostly just comfortable, you're super warm."

"Well, so long as you're alright, that's okay."

I looked up at her, my chin resting against her chest as I poked my bottom lip out, "Kiss?"

She pressed a soft kiss to my lips, smiling, "Mwah, I love you."

I pushed up onto the balls of my feet just slightly, pressing a kiss of my own to her lips, "Mmmmmwah, I love you too."

She made more kissy noises as she kissed my face and neck playfully, "Mmmwa-mmwa-mmwa-mmmwah-mwah! You tryna have kitchen sex?"

I wrinkled my nose, "Ew, no! But we can turn cuddles and coffee into cuddles and cuffing. It is cuffing season, you know."

"Well duh, I know that. I just fully cuffed you a month ago."

I rolled my eyes, "Mhm I'll be upstairs. You're not fucking me." I added, pecking her lips.

She shrugged, lowering her voice as she kissed my lips softly, "I mean, making love is on the table, you said it yourself."

"We'll see. Lots of creamer, yeah?"

"I heard creaming, that implies we're eventually fucking, yes?"

I shook my head as we let go, "Mhm, yeah, stay gay, baby."

"Always!"

I slid open the doors of our bedroom, smiling as I took in the feeling of it. I let myself fall into the bed with a content sigh.

I have married the love of my life...and I'm completely happy with it.

I twirled my hair between my fingers as I swung my feet off the edge, of the bed idly, thinking to myself.

If you had told me when I first met Lani as my professor that two decades later I'd be married to her, I probably wouldn't have believed you for a multitude of reasons.

It was practically no secret back then that I had a crush on her by junior year, my cordial relationship with her as my professor becoming not quite friends, not quite partners. It was...something alright.

Back then I always tried to tell myself that given the 6 year age gap, she likely just saw me as a friend at best, a little sister at worst. But then there was that particular conversation once I got my diploma.

Then the time after I left California to get my teaching degree and start my work down in Texas. Dating was...attempted, but knowing what I knew by that point, I had no choice but to jump on the opportunity when I got offered a job to work at Stanford.

My thoughts were interrupted by her grabbing my ankles, gently tugging me to the end of the bed as she pulled my legs in the air, my toes pointing habitually as she started massaging my right foot, "Whatcha' thinkin' about in here?"

"Nothing much....well, that's a lie. I was thinking about us."

"What about us," she questioned, pressing a kiss to the inside of my ankle as her thumbs ran up the center of my foot, pushing up toward the ball.

"Just how unbelievable it is that we're together. 20-year-old me wouldn't believe that 40-year-old me is here right now."

She gave a soft chuckle as she moved up to massage my toes, the circulation quickly improving, "Well how do you feel now that you are here?"

I let my eyes slip closed as I stretched with a small yawn, "Hmm, content...how about you? Happy I came back to Cali when I did?"

She pressed a kiss to the arch of my foot, "Oh, most definitely. While I was glad we kept in contact, I was much happier when we were in the same state again."

I only gave a little hum in response, earning me another kiss to my foot as she kept massaging it slowly, applying the perfect amount of pressure, "Are you going to sleep on me, cow?"

"No...." I mumbled, yawning again before cracking a small smile, looking at her through half-lidded eyes, "...maybe...."

She chuckled, "More than maybe, baby, I can see it in your eyes. Come on, tea's on the nightstand."

I yawned again, rubbing my eye as I stretched with my other arm, "Mm, you gonna stop massaging my foot so I can sit up and get it?"

"Momentarily," she answered as she let go of it, not before planting a kiss to the ball of it as she pressed her thumbs into the heel of my foot.

I moved to the head of the bed after she set my legs down slowly, situating myself against the pillows before turning to take my mug as she offered it, “Decided against your coffee,” I asked, noting that she went back to massaging my feet, having moved to my left one now, instead of taking up her own mug. 

“Do you want a massage, or do you want me to drink coffee with you, baby?” 

I thought for a few moments, sipping from my mug. I melted as the warm liquid hit my throat, my eyes slipping closed once more before I answered, “Both.” 

She giggled at my reaction to the tea as she picked my foot up to place a kiss to it, “I will drink my coffee once I finish rubbing down your feet. Then I’m giving you a massage.” 

“And what kind of massage would that be, my love?” 

She ran her hands rather loosely from my foot over my shin as she answered, “I’m talking about a terrace massage table, early morning breeze, full-body massage. Jalani style, of course.” 

I couldn’t help but match the small smirk she had on her lips as I took another sip of tea, “Well, when you put it that way....sign me up, baby.” 

She let out a little happy sigh as she massaged the ball of my foot, “I love calling you my wife.” 

“I’m blessed that you loved me enough to want to do so,” I mumbled softly, knowing she was talking more to herself than me. 

“It had nothing to do with how much I loved you. You’re literally the love of my life and everybody knows that, but it was nice being able to put a pretty ring on your finger. Just to be extra sure, you know?” 

I rolled my eyes playfully, “You’re not even possessive like that, Lani. You can just say you wanted to have a nice wedding, professor. Besides, you took me off the market years ago, baby.” 

She finally set my foot down, moving to grab her coffee as she sat next to me, “Oh hush it. You know what I’m trying to say.” 

I leaned onto her shoulder, holding my mug with both of my hands, “Mm, maybe I do...maybe I don’t...You’ll never know...” 

“I think I do, but whatever you say, my love. Hurry and finish your tea, I’m gonna go set up on the terrace.” 

I reached for her arm before she could pull away, “Kiss first?” 

She softened with a smile as she set her mug back down, reaching to take mine, “Of course, baby.” 

I was once again pulled by my ankles to lie on my back as she kissed down my ankle, trailing up the inside of my leg slowly. She took her time to kiss all the skin she could get to, eyes trailing up to meet mine as she got to the inner of my thigh, right at the edge of my silk pajama shorts. 

Her lips planted against the crotch of them before moving up to my stomach. She lingered there for a while, tracing my hysterectomy scar with soft kisses before she spoke, “You know, I’ve gotta tell you something, Santé." 

“What’s that,” I asked, a little breathless from the intensity of her stare combined with the intimacy of her kisses. 

“We’ve got one baking.” 

A puzzled look crossed my features as I tilted my head, “One what, Lani?” 

“A bun,” she answered almost nonchalantly as she planted a deliberate kiss to my scar again. 

My brow furrowed before I let out a soft gasp, sitting up, “Say swear. Don't play with me like that, Jalani.” 

She gestured behind me with a small smile, “Check under your pillow, my love.” 

I eyed her for a few moments, taking in the sincerity in her eyes along with the warmth in her small smile as she gestured softly to the pillow again. I turned around, lifting it to find a small cream-colored envelope tied with a small, emerald green ribbon. I looked between her and the envelope for a few seconds causing her to giggle behind her hand. 

“Santé, it's not a bomb, relax. Breathe, okay? Just open it." 

With shaking hands, I untied the ribbon, peeling it open carefully. I pulled out a small thank you card, the inside decorated with Jalani’s small, neat, looping handwriting: 

20 years ago, you walked into my classroom, an entire 2 hours before your 6 am class started. That was my introduction to the never-ending enigma that is Asanté Janara Anahi Ball. For 20 years, I have watched you grow and evolve into the woman I now know as my wife. I’m sure you noticed that this is a thank you card, and that’s because this is my thanks to you. 

Thank you for opening up to me. For putting up with me. For sticking by me even when we didn’t know what we were, let alone what we were doing with each other. 

Thank you for allowing me to teach you how to love whilst you simultaneously taught me what real love even felt like. 

Thank you for the smiles. For the laughs. For the cuddles. For the kisses. For the spontaneous dance parties. For every pie we burnt together because we were too busy dancing and singing around. For every pile of leaves raked that we then jumped into together. 

Thank you for all the quiet moments as well. The looks across the dinner table. Across the room. The slow dances in the living room. The late-night crying sessions. Thank you for it all. 

For 9 years now, you’ve been the love I never knew I needed. I’m over the moon to tell you that we’ll finally be adding a new love to our life. 

For the last 6 years of us being secretly engaged, our fertility journey hasn’t been any easier. Well... 

8 weeks down, about 32 weeks to go. 

32 weeks before we bring a creation of our own into this world. 

I can’t wait to explore, experience, and learn motherhood with you, and thank you for giving me the option and chance to do so. 

Here’s to our first peek at our baby, and to the chance to see it in person some day soon. 

I was already holding back tears as I shakily picked the envelope back up, finding a sonogram. There it was, in black and white, sitting in the middle of the picture was the tiniest outline of a little head and a body. 

I looked up at her, eyes still glossy as a few stray tears trekked down my cheeks, mumbling more to myself, “This...this is really happening....Y-you’re.....pregnant....” 

I mentally smacked myself for sounding so dumb at my big age. 

Of course she is, idiot, you’re looking at the baby right there! 

She didn’t hold the question against me as she nodded with a soft smile, “Sure am. This last round took. I’ve known since I was about 3 weeks. I got the ultrasound done a couple days ago when I went to get us some small groceries.” 

My brain didn’t register her words fully as I just looked at her, wide-eyed, “You’re pregnant...” I repeated, voice full of stupor.

She let out a soft chuckle, nodding again, “You’re absolutely correct. We’re having a baby. How do you feel?”

I shook myself out of my reverie, glancing back down to the sonogram in my hand, stroking my thumb over it, “I....it’s an almost indescribable amalgamation of feelings. More than anxiety, a little less than fear....joy...disbelief....I’m feeling....a lot....” 

She took my face gently in her hands, pressing quick, soft kisses down the bridge of my nose, “Hey, hey...that’s okay. I can only imagine. You have no idea how hard it was to keep it from you.” 

I let out a small giggle, tears still falling down my cheeks even as she tried to stroke them away with her thumbs, “Well, now you not drinking at our wedding makes a whole lot more sense. I mean...I know we had almost just gotten the insemination done practically, but...still...” 

She smiled, even as she kissed the tears from my eyes, still gently caressing my cheeks, “Yep. I already knew by then.” 

I relaxed into her touch, smiling back at her, “I can’t believe it’s really been a whole two decades. I mean...I know we’re always talking about it these days because that is a relatively long time but...still.” 

“How long does it feel like we’ve known each other?” 

I gave a small shrug as I pulled her hands from my face, linking my fingers with hers, “It somehow feels like it’s been both longer, yet like it hasn’t been long enough at the same time if that makes sense....” 

“It does, but could you elaborate as to why you feel that way? I know why I do, but it’d be nice to hear it from your point of view.” 

I gave a soft shrug, “Like...when we’re together, it’s hard to remember what life was like without you, but at the same time, I do remember because before I met you it was....horrible...and that’s just to put it lightly. 

Or the 6 years I spent in Texas before I came back to Cali to work with you. That entire time, even though we were still in contact with each other, even if sparingly at time, I couldn’t help but long to have known you for a much longer time. 

It’s like I was anticipating meeting you almost. Maybe not you in specific, but when I was little, you know I found my solace in fairytales and romance, I was waiting for that person to come through and appreciate me for who I truly was. To see me behind the façade. 

And now that I have met you? And we’re together? I can’t get enough of it. You’ve managed to make 20 years feel more like two, loving me in every kind of way, and I can’t be more thankful for it. 

You waxed poetic thanking me for all the little intricacies of our relationship, but I’m thankful to you for all of that and so much more. Your patience, kindness, and love knows no bounds and it amazes me to no end. 

I was just a few months shy of 20 when we met, now here I am, about to be 40 and we’re on a honeymoon with you telling me you’re officially pregnant with our first child. 

20 years is a long time. And yet....I still want more. I want to live as much of my life as possible with you in it, Lani. Like....ugh, I feel like I’m just rambling and repeating myself now.” 

She smiled warmly, pulling me into her arms as she set the sonogram, note and envelope aside, kissing my temple as she rubbed my back gently, “It’s okay, baby. I understand you fully and I hear you loud and clear, I promise. I actually had to sit there for a good while when I wrote your note because, like you said, it’s hard to remember a time before me and you. 

It was so hard for me to remember what life was like without you because there’s nothing like being around you. Your energy and your presence are off the charts, and while some people can’t handle it, I love it. 

Just seeing you in the morning during the four years that I taught you, getting to see that million-dollar smile and hear that laugh...all of it was just...it made my day every time. I can’t help but love everything about you because you reciprocate. Any energy I put into us you match it 10 times over. 

I’ve never had that with anybody before you. I know that I haven’t been perfect and shit for us hasn’t always been easy, but I meant what I said. I’m so grateful to you for how patient you are with me as I navigated becoming a better person and partner for you. Most people get tired of my shit, but not only did you not get tired of it, you called me on my bullshit and helped me see why those parts of me were toxic and uncalled for. 

You’ve stayed with me this long and....I’m really hoping you’ll stay longer.” 

I looked up at her, our eyes burning into one another. As we stared into the depths of the other’s soul, our bodies shifted, sitting to face one another as we both brought our hands up to hold the other’s face. We both had tears streaming down our cheeks and while she was busy wiping my tears, I was focused on tracing her features with my fingers gently, memorizing and mapping the lines of her skin. 

As her onyx-colored eyes pulled me in like the universe’s largest whirlpool, I sw the things that always brought me back to her. Love, acceptance, compassion....but above all these things: home. They always say that home is where the heart is and my home....my heart was with her. 

I used to nerver understand that when Lani would tell me that home is never going to be a physical place all those yeas ago. But, now I do. It’s where all your love and life reside. I can healthily say that my life and love are Lani. 

She once told me that she wasn’t sure she had any knowledge left to teach me....and I asked her to teach me how to love. And teach me she did. With her came all 7 of the Greek words for love. 

Her soul brought passion, lust, desire, obsession, unconditional love, self-love, intimacy, friendship, infatuation, commitment, family, and empathy. I was blessed with an angel whose voice and body feel like heave. And her name is Jalani Hendrix De Lèon. 

She continued wiping my cheeks with her thumbs as she finally spoke, prompting me to still my hands at her face, moving them to curl up into her curls at the nape, “I love you, Asanté." 

“I love you, Jalani,” I responded breathlessly, eyes locked onto her unblinkingly. 

Her voice was soft, low enough to be carried aay with the morning breeze that blew through the bedroom from the terrace and open windows, “I promise that as long as I have life to live and function in my body, I will never love another soul as much as I love you. No sight, touch, scent, sound, or taste will ever compare to or exceed the experience that is you for me. In this life and the next, I wish to be yours.” 

Tears continued to spill out both of our eyes as we drew closer, her hands tilting my head up to hers just the slightest bit. I had so much I wanted to say in response but what felt like not enough time to say it all. 

As her breath fanned out against my face, her apple cinnamon scent invading my nostrils and engulfing me to the point where the only thing I saw was her eyes and the only thing I could feel was her hands cradling my face oh so gently. 

My brain finally was able to compute a response, our lips brushing together as I spoke each word from how close together our faces had drawn, “Call it selfish, but God....I’m never gonna give you up...I want this to be it for me. Me and you. I want this to be our endgame. We’ve tried that shit with other people and nobody else works for me. Not like you do. 

No one on this Earth can elicit the same feeling that comes from being with you. I promise you....I will always be yours...” 

I could feel her smile against my lips, her words pressed between us like dried flowers in a book, “Tu amor vale más que un millón de estrellas para mí.” 

I had no choice but to smile back, a breathless laugh escaping me, “Estoy feliz de compartir cada instante de mi vida a tu lado.” 

Somewhere, deep in the universe, a star was born as our lips connected. The combination of our tears, the emotions left from the conversation we’d just shared.....the accumulation of our feelings and thoughts for one another was explosive. 

Somewhere deep within the realm of my being, not only did our souls touch, but the purest parts of my being became one with hers. And right here in our little secluded corner of Italy..... 

My life became complete.

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I'm Lucjan (Lucian in english) also know as Lucek, Lucy, Lucyfer (eng. Lucifer), Lck and you know, Lucyid. I'm a queer dude from Poland :3 My primary interest are video games, art, plants, animals. English is not my native language so please bear with me! (also my favorite color is red if you couldn't tell) My art account is: @lucyid8 My GODS (partner) account is: @smutneczwartki

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League of legends🥀

Attack on Titan 🥀

Blue Exorcist  🥀

Demon Slayer 🎋

Arcane 🎋

Bleach🥀

MHA 🥀

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Video games;

COD MW2 🎋

Dragon age🥀

Sally face 🥀

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Fantasy Movies/Tv Shows;

Pirates Of The Caribbean 🥀

The Hobbit/LOTR 🎋

The Walking Dead 🥀

The Originals 🥀

The Witcher 🎋

Harry Potter 🎋

Star wars 🎋

Teen wolf 🎋

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Reader Pov requests I will write for:

Animal hybrid reader

Non-binary reader

Magic user reader

Military reader

Himbo reader

Trans reader

Dom reader

Bottom reader

Reader Pov's I am somewhat ok: 🥀

/not ok with writing: 🎍

(rarely) Trans female reader 🥀

Depressed reader 🥀

Injured reader 🎍

Dead reader 🎍

[simptoryu]

TW : MENTION OF SA

“Not a very happy post, not cyberpunk2077 or league of legends post. I felt pretty bad today, I had all my memories coming back, and I needed to throw it on a sheet.

All my life my body wasn’t mine, I gave to god, because I was desperate to feel better and to be saved. I felt like anything I’ll do god’s gonna see it, and I’ll be punished. I never felt right in my body but I can’t do whatever I wanted because of God.

When I realised that my evangelist school was super toxic and literally a sect I decide to push away religion for my own health. I started to be what I wanted to be dressed how I wanted ! But even there MEN sexualised me only because of my body and my interest in anime and games. I was 15-16 years old.

Years later the only cis man that I trusted SA me, I was drunk, high. I made jokes about wanted to f$ck him I needed attention affection, and I thought I like men too because of my fictional crushes (sweetheart it’s the daddy issues).

The person I loved the most was here they opened the door I ran out and jumped on the couch and squeezed their bf’s leg, I hated his bf but I needed someone i was traumatised.

When I finally talk about it to them, they said : “you sure …?”

What does that mean?

When I talked about it to man that sa me, he said : “it’s half your fault.” “Am gonna leave with it forever” “I’m autistic I didn’t understand.”

And I doubt myself was I too dramatic, did I lie to myself. Am I lucky to be sexualised like how they said to me ?

Anyway ! Now I feel better I have wonderful friends, an amazing gf 💓

Don’t forget,

I believe you. You’re not alone.

My dms are open if someone need to talk am all ears 💓✨

[b4rbierobertsaa]

𝙼𝚄𝚉𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚁 , independent , private and iconless multimuse blog featuring a collection of canon characters from various media sources , as well as original characters . bemused by veronica .

𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 : the vampire diaries universe , hoegwarts universe , stranger things , alice in borderland , scooby doo , disney , addams family , american horror story , league of legends , barbie universe , the big bang theory universe , how i met your mother , dc comics , marvel , archie comics , as well as folklore ocs .

️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️   ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 . . .

✦ ⋅⋅⋅ MUSES FOR MOBILE;

▐  DISCLAIMER  ;  all characters are written from my own perspective. some are canon compliant (those with no link attached to them), whilst some were taken from canon and rewritten almost entirely (those with links). all disney characters are from storybrooke, with the exception of alex. all lost boys characters besides paul are taken from either the craft or my babysitter's a vampire, but they're all from santa carla. only their location has changed, their backstory remains the same.

▐  THE VAMPIRE DIARIES  ;  tatia anderdottir , kai parker , hayley marshall , henrik mikaelson , davina claire , josie forbes , kol mikaelson , elena gilbert.

▐  HOEGWARTS  ;  dorcas meadowes , ginny weasley , bellatrix lestrange , josie dumont , fred weasley.

▐  DISNEY  ;  red riding hood [ruby] , esmeralda fernandez , elsa arendottir , anna arendottir , alex russo [rashid] , evie grimhilde , mal , snow white.

▐  STRANGER THINGS  ;  barbara holland , kali prasad.

▐  SCOOBY DOO  ;  velma dinkley , thorn , shaggy rogers , daphne blake

▐  THE LOST BOYS  ;  paul , nancy downs , erica jones , sarah fox , benny weir

▐  ALICE IN BORDERLAND  ;  kuina hikari , karube daikichi , akane heiya , aguni , chishiya shuntato , usagi yuzuha , arisu ryohei , niragi suguru , mira kano.

▐  HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER  ;  robin sherbatsky , marshall eriksen , barney stinson , lily alrdrin , ted mosby , tracy mcconnell.

▐  BIG BANG THEORY  ;  leonard hofstadter , melissa cooper.

▐  AMERICAN HORROR STORY  ;  michael langdon.

▐  ADDAMS FAMILY  ;  pugsley addams , thing , morticia addams , gomez addams , uncle fester , ophelia frump , lenora frump , lurch.

▐  LEAGUE OF LEGENDS  ;  evelynn , jinx , caitlyn.

▐  MATTEL  ;  stereotypical barbie , singer barbie , beach ken , backflip ken , magician ken , allan , teresa , raquelle.

▐  DC + MARVEL COMICS  ;  harley quinn , joker , peter parker , eddie + venom , morgan stark.

▐  ARCHIE COMICS  ;  cheryl blossom.

▐  ROMANIAN MYTHOLOGY  ;  georgiana dumitrescu , viviana olteanu , ecaterina ivan , narcisa lupu , daniel , parascheva.

✦ ⋅⋅⋅ RULES FOR MOBILE;

▐  DISCLAIMER  ;  independent, private, selective, iconless, duplicate friendly and mutually exclusive. no hate, discrimination or bigotry allowed on my watch or there will be consequences. this is just a hobby, therefore i am not affiliated with the fandoms ᅳ we're still waiting for the adoption papers to go through.

▐  TRIGGERS  ;  all triggers will be tagged as trigger tw/. this blog contains mature, as well as gore content. the following mentions will be frequent on this blog: violence , gore , death , mental illnesses , war , politics. if a particular thread contains triggering content, even if it’s just implied, it will still be tagged as trigger tw/. keep in mind that these topics, albeit triggering for some, are used for storytelling purposes and i will not water down the severity of any of them. if you don’t want to see it on your dash, do not follow this blog.

▐  FOLLOWING  ;  if i follow you, it means i want to write with you. everything is opened to mutuals (people i follow that follow me back)  :  sending anything through my inbox, yelling at me through ims or over discord, tagging me in stuff, mentioning my characters in other threads, selling me to the dark lords. if i don’t follow you it’s probably because (1) i can’t see our muses interact or (2) i can’t find your age anywhere listed. being 18+ is mandatory, as this blog contains mature and gore content. it’s important to note that, if i don’t follow back and you have ideas in which our characters could interact, you can shoot a message or sent me an ask to let me know. chances are high that i will follow you back. if i’m breaking mutuals, i will either softblock or hard block (depending on your preference, if it’s listed anywhere in your rules). if you want to break mutuals with me, please hard block. if you must softblock, here’s a chill message for you to send before softblocking : always gonna give you up, always gonna say goodbye. you’d be rickrolling me and breaking mutuals like the legend i know you are.

▐  FORMATTING  ;  small text, double space, bold, italics, strikethrough and underline text. because i have too many muses, i will only be using banners with their name, but if you want icons / gifs for our threads, i think i can work it out hopefully. i also write a lot, but don’t feel like you have to match my format. i usually accommodate my writing partners with the length, but mistakes happen and i get carried away sometimes.

▐  SHIPPING  ;  yes, please. grabby hands. i need it. chances are, if you ship it, i most likely shipped it for a while now. chemistry is important no matter the dynamic, so if you want to try something, never refrain from yelling at me in private. i will yell back. wanted dynamics are  :  platonic , familial , romantic , antagonistic , to name a few. if you want to get into specifics, take a look at this meme and let me know either by sending the emoji through my inbox or telling me in private (ims/discord).

▐  MUN  ;  howdy potential new friend. i'm veronica, a 21+ cryptid from eastern europe. i got my bachelor degree in sociology with specialization in criminality and deviance and right now i am taking a master in sociology of consumerism and marketing. i am a gemini and i own two cats, jinx is a persian mf and kira is half persian half demon, if you ask me. i can always provide proof. i am addicted to coffee to the point if i don't drink 2 a day i become two of snow white's dwarfs... grumpy and sleepy. one of my favorite authors is paulo coelho, i fell in love with his work on the witch of portobello. i like to present myself as a halfblood since on my dad's side i am rromani. english is my third language, first is dumbass and second is romanian. you want proof of my first language? in highschool i was sent to a psychologist because i thought it'd be funny to make a gore video of joker (2019). i also have loads of really stupid or really creepy stories, feel free to ask me about them. and if you want to break my brain, ask me what's my favorite song. i seem to forget all songs i've ever listened. if you read everything, i'm sorry. here's a knock knock joke so i can make it easier for you to hard block me: knock knock. who's there? a dwarf. a dwarf who? a dwarf who can't reach the doorbell, that's why he's knocking. you may hard block me now.

▐  OTHER BLOGS  ;

miercolaes  —  a single muse blog, featuring the cryptid that is wednesday addams. i’ve taken all canon material and decided to rewrite it and we still didn’t end up with something good, babes. so if you’re looking for a psycho with psychic abilities that struggles to understand human emotions and would fight you just because, this is your blog!

bahrbae  —  a single muse blog featuring the actress barbie doll. legend has it she was owned by joker which would explain her fuckedupness. so if you’re looking for a fucked up doll with a knack for horsies (which apparently does not equate to patriarchy????) with many other verses, this is your blog.

salemarked  —  a single muse sideblog to #miercolaes featuring dorcas goode. you may know her canonically as goody addams but guess what, you shouldn’t trust everything you see or hear! that’s how they get you. but if you’re looking for ancestral rage and a top tier manipulator who has a very unfortunate history, this is your blog!