#ty for the inspiration

[stardroppoetry]

@spitefulskeleton im not a great artist but i HAD to draw this

[bruh-anator3000]

I saw your writing slump post (and I absolutely love your Viktor headcanons, by the way), so how about a zombie apocalypse au where the reader gets bitten and Viktor uses science to help?

So like, im in love w u. Thats such a good idea. Thank u for giving me a prompt, made it extra long just for u <3 <3

Viktor x Reader Apocalypse

Warning: blood, zombies, pain, reader wants to eat Viktor (not in the fun way), no use of y/n, no specific gender :)

Tbh Viktor was certain he'd be the first to go, especially since he's very melodramatic and constantly sacrificing himself for you

He knows his time is limited regardless of the fact a zombie break out has occurred in the Undercity - something with a defective line of shimmer contaminating the user's blood stream

The zombies are endless and soon enough, they fins their way into Piltover

Jayce and Mel assured you their place would be safe, that they had plenty of room and guards to keep working on a cure with Hextech and remain unaffected

That paradise lasted about 2 weeks before the guards were outnumbered

You and Jayce are pushing up against the door, trying to keep the zombies out for as long as possible as Viktor tried something he was certain will work to cure the infected

Time, never on your side, had ran out as the undead beat the door down

Vials go crashing all over, all of Viktor's work, gone save for the notes

Its a miracle Jayce can even see you under all the rotten flesh that grab at you, much more so the fact he picks you up and hauls you and Viktor out

You all find a small abandoned store, good enough to just sit and recollect from all the running

As Jayce checks in with Mel, Viktor checking and rechecking their stock, furious he lost all their progress

You begin to feel... odd

Saliva starts to build as you watch one of Viktor's thin and nimble hands dig through your bags

A deep hunger planting itself in you, and you begin to wonder what it would feel like to sink your teeth into his soft skin

To feel the gush of blood and crack of bones snap into your mouth...

"Are you okay, love?" Viktor places one of those tempting hands on your knee, eyes glowing with worry

Your shoulder begins to throb, pulsing even, and you slide your shirt collar down enough to look

Green forms around unmistakable bite marks, yellow-ish red puss forming near the edges

Yep, you had gotten bit

And your shock seems little compared to the way Viktor stood when you said such

Jayce and Mel seem to scooch a few feet back but Viktor is at your side in an instant

He apologizes as he pours rubbing alcohol on it, muffling your cry with a kiss as he wraps it tight

You try to push him away, saying theres no hope for you

Stubborn as always, he doesnt budge

He even says there may be a way to help

However, that help is in the Undercity and could already be dead

Viktor takes his chances regardless, he'll spin the wheel of death if theres a slot that keeps you alive, no matter how unlikely it truly is

By the time you reach Singed's cave, the infection has take most of your arm

There's no one around, just vats of green liquids, and a plethora of purple vials

Viktor sets you down on what you assume is an autopsy table and immediately gets to work

It will be a little more difficult- more risky without his old mentor around but Viktor is nothing if not determined to keep you safe

He digs through vials, flips through his notebook and mumbles curses to himself everytime he hears you grumble or groan

He can't bare to loose you, he simply can't

Finally, he finds a tube with a label that reads 'uncertain'

Could be contaminated, but its less of a chance then all the others labeled 'diseased'

He apologizes once again but does not wait for your comfort of 'It's alright,' large needle contraption digging deep into your shoulder

You both wait with baited breath, hoping the purple will outshine the green, or at least slow its growth to your collar bone down

When it doesn't, Viktor yells out, furious before throwing a satchel of rune blocks down

In record speed, he's created a similar hexcore to the one that was in the labs months before the breakout

He grabs your arm and forces your rotten flesh to the orb, begging it to work

Scream all you want, Viktor is only focused on the result

His chest may tighten, his vision may haze as his guts yell 'dont do this to them!'

But he has to try to save you

He just has to

In a light more blinding than the sun, you're both sent to the rocky floor beneath, wet from the puddles that steep in craters

As you push yourself up from lying on your chest, a loud and prominent thunk sounds beneath you

Your arm, the one that was rotting minutes ago, is gone

Green replaced by deep purple, no longer painful or numb but stronger, tight to your bones

You look towards Viktor, wanting to ask what he had done but voice fell silent upon seeing him

Eyes wide, and smiling for the first time in months. He's smiling!

At his theory being proven right! At your arm! At you!

You're no longer dying, no longer rotting with this new unexplained steel of magic made arm

He laughs and runs over to you, falling besides you and kisses you passionately

He no longer fears he will lose you, a fearful pressure he has been carryong around forever, even before this apocalypse had started

His leg, now your arm, both in peak physical condition, no negative karma, and both still alive

That's all he need to know

Soon enough, with this technology, Viktor could save the world

But right now, all he could focus on was holding you

[rozugold]

Cannot believe my ask made it into the top five posts

[cloudyydraws]

UY! PHILIPPINES!!!! PHILIPPINES!!!!

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[tsuki--sora]

i will slowly post my stuff here :3 this is one of my fave works so far!!

[hinamie]

corvidae

[tidalst]

They drinking hot chocolate & watching the fireworks for NYE :) ((Made for @mostlymaudlin's #foxynewyear2024 event!))

[pien-art]

killed the cringe cop in my head and drew a self insert character for The Worst Witch (1998) :3 peace and love I had sm fun drawing this. A new art teacher at Cackles and Constance is not rlly having it.

[wheneverfeasible]

Modern Steddie AU idea.

Steve hates his last name. He hates being reminded that he’s a Harrington, hates that his family, his parents, are still a part of his life in this way even after having gone fully non-contact with them years ago. He knows that he could technically just pay to legally change his name, but that’s a process he doesn’t really want to deal with at the moment.

So he puts out a personal ad.

Wanted:

Person for marriage of convenience. In desperate need of a new last name. Gender does not matter. Serious inquiries only.

He of course puts in his own specifics down as well, as well as a bit more of explanation that he just wants to get married to easily change his last name without having to do all the additional paperwork required if he just bought the change himself. That it would just be a marriage in name only until they could quickly divorce.

He gets a lot of bot replies, and a lot of creepy men saying they could be his sugar daddy, and even some creepy women too. He’d expected as much, truthfully.

But then he gets a message from someone with genuine questions, a man close to age to him who jokes that his name isn’t the greatest either, but that he’s happy to share it. Turns out this man needs a green card marriage actually, and he’ll happily let this stranger take his name if he can help him get a green card so he can stay in the States where his uncle lives.

So Steve agrees, and he meets Eddie Munson 20 minutes before he marries him and becomes Steve Munson.

And of course, by the time Eddie’s green card is permanent, the thought of divorcing never crosses their minds.

It makes for a great story at their ceremony after they renew their vows in a real wedding this time.

~

Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

@everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes

[greenlaut]

bitter tea & oranges

sequel -> tea & dates

[morningsaidthemoon]

Excerpt from The Song of Roland, translated by Norma Lorre Goodrich (Medieval Myths)

[isjasz]

"[...]Plus, when it rained, the palace grounds were pretty much empty, everyone else taking shelter, so I’d usually have the whole garden to myself. Perfect time to dance around like nobody was watching.” 

“Dance around?” 

“Yeah!”

(In which the vex prince sets out on a magical journey of a lifetime, and an unassuming avian knight is dragged along for the ride.)

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THE DOOR IS NON-EXISTENT ALREADY LAST BUT VERY NOT LEAST FOR HSBB FROM ME These are my pieces for @gaylotusthatexists's epic fic series "to the ends of the earth" again in @hermitshippingbigbang!! :D

This is for chapter 11 of the fic featuring THE DANCE SCENEEEEEE go. read it. it's so worth it i swear they are so SJKDADwijwa and the whole world Lotus has created within the fic is so cool!!

It's botw but epic and it's scarian and I might have immediately lost it when I saw the fic summary back in *checks dms with nox* September. and the actual fic did not disappoint it is absolutely lovely <3

GOOGGOO YIPPEE👉👉👉👉👉

[boozye]

I dunno if he likes it or not.

[artbean]

so… garthbenny endgame, huh?

[ohposhers]

so my friends and i are obsessed with psychopath Creek and I'm sick to my stomach so here's my rendition of him when he eventually comes back to pop village which is a canon thing that happens in the cartoon teehee (i hate him)