#vi omg

[randommuffin]

I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THISSSSS

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Caitlyn x Vi in Arcane Season 2 | Season 1 version ↳ "I am the dirt under your nails, Cupcake. Nothing's gonna clean me out."

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ "You Can Have My Last Name" — Zaunites x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: I'm pretty sure this idea is like. Everywhere by now. But people from Zaun/the Undercity don't really have surnames so plot is basically what if Reader offered up theirs. Simple and cute type stuff idk I wanted some fluff

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Viktor

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mentioned the nature of his lack of a surname rather casually, while venting about how Piltover kept trying to say his paperwork was 'invalid' for lacking one. He explained to you that it was common for anyone in the Undercity, and that most from there didn't have one at all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More confused than anything when you offer yours, or he at least pretends to be. The truth is the idea flustered him coming from you so casually, so to cope he acted like he didn't know what you were implying

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thinks about it for several weeks afterwards, subconsciously mulls over how your name would sound paired with his in his mind. He writes it down a few times too, just to test it out. Finds out pretty quickly that he likes the sound of it

Vi

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Doesn't miss the implications a bit, as a matter of fact she IMMEDIATELY flirts back by asking if you'd really give your precious name to any pretty face you come across

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Teases you about the idea relentlessly any time the subject of names is brought up, or in any way she can really. Often makes jokes that she's gonna make a fool out of the name

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Secretly actually very honored that you'd offer it up to her but she doesn't feel like admitting that yet, you're gonna have to deal with jokey teasing for a good while first

Jinx

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Snarkily says she wouldn't be a good fit for your name to hide the fact that she really doesn't think she deserves to be considered a part of your life

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Ohh, you might be crazy too if you're gonna give it to someone like me"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Feels kinda bad that she wouldn't have anything like that to offer you in return. She loves the idea of having a family to belong to again, but her own self doubt gets in the way of admitting that to herself

Ekko

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh- uh- what??"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Genuinely very caught off guard. Not at all in a bad way, he just doesn't know how to respond to such a sudden and blatant flirt. Quickly tries to think of something to say as you're chuckling and reassuring him it's okay

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He ends up telling you through his fluster that it's not really gonna bring you any good to proudly announce a Zaunite as part of your family name. But in the end, he gives you a soft smile and says it's a nice thought he isn't against

Sevika

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Is that so?"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More keen on the idea than you'd might think- tells you it wouldn't be such a bad idea, but you'd have to prove it's a name worth adopting first, teasingly daring you to make it a name you'd both be proud to wear

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tells you to reconsider once or twice, but mostly because she loves seeing how determined you get when defending her right to bear your name

Silco

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Doesn't pick up on what you're implying at first at all, simply tells you that isn't how that works and you're talking nonsense

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You have to prod into the implications a little more to get him to finally register what you're actually trying to say. It takes him a moment, but when he catches on he falls silent for a while

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ends up mildly tripping over his words while telling you he's not really someone to give such an important thing to, and that you should get a better head on your shoulders and keep focused (largely to hide the fact that the offer genuinely caught him off guard. He's never gonna stop thinking about it)

Vander

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Actually not against the idea. Seems to chuckle it off at first, but once he realizes you're being serious he fondly mulls over the idea with you while cleaning up for the night

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Recognizes the idea might not be very feasible, but hey, what's wrong with having hope? Everyone's allowed to have dreams to chase, right? No harm in chasing this one together, then

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Promises that once things are settled down enough that he'll try to make it happen with you. As long as the kids he takes in are all alright with you, of course

[unknown-cold]

She is BADASS!!!

[1296-very-good-year]

Baby girl I'm so sorry for what they did to you

[violynt-skies]

the parallels of rottmnt.

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the way rottmnt portrays the cycle of sacrifice and generational trauma through the concept of the hamato tradition is so beyond phenomenal it’s really hard to articulate with just words how hard it really hits. there’s so many parallels btwn splinter & his history/family than can be seen within raph & leo that can also almost be translated to f!leo & casey in some ways, not to mention the parallels btwn karai and leo as well.

the way splinter tried SO hard to break from that cycle, the way he saw how it effected his family and himself and didn’t want to put his family through it again yet it seemed to be inevitable regardless. he never wanted to have to choose btwn his family and the world and yet even when he made that choice in S1, in the end he still ended up losing a family member (karai) in exchange for time to save the world.

and even though he tried to break the chain so hard, the cycle of sacrifice was still adopted into raph and leo in different ways which was later passed down to donnie and mikey.

not to mention the future timeline where they ended up losing EVERYBODY and in the end of the movie casey is met with the same choice of the world over family just as many family members before him have.

the sacrificial bone and need to protect is just so ingrained into the entire family, to the point where the same events just seem to happen over and over no matter what is done.

the cycle of love and loss, protection and sacrifice, family vs the world. over and over.

[nightowl1556]

These two have ruined the word "fantastic" for me

[nayluvsd]

this is so cute omg i'm sobbing

[jacketpotatoo]

The thematic implications of Caitlyn transitioning from solely a sharpshooter, to learning the ropes of hand-to-hand combat, and how it follows her growing distrust in Ambessa. If the weapon is a reflection of mentality, it prefigures Cait's mental expansion - away from narrow-minded thinking and acting from a distance. Instead of tackling from afar, she melds her skills in accuracy and deduction *with* close-up action. This is her power play. "Vision" is cait's strength (as opposed to "Might" and "Guile" and "Sacrifice") and Ambessa qualifies this with the phrase "tunnels in your eyes". Ironically, she trains Caitlyn and literally gives her the tools to pull away from her rifle-mindset. In teaching her how Noxus views strength, she offers her the keys to dismantle it

[randommuffin]

so fucking hot wtf 😳 🥵

[fulcrums501st]

cannot believe the amount of people who preferred having that caitvi scene instead of actual character exploration

[violetsrxse]

Vi x f!reader where reader gets a head injury and Vi takes care of her

A/N - Hi! So sorry this took so long, I've been suuuuper busy lately. I really do hope you enjoy though!

CW - fluff and a wee bit of angst (if you squint), worried Vi :(, brief mentions of blood, established relationship, fem!reader

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is the dull but persistent ache in your head. Throbbing and pulsing at a steady tempo.

Everything seems fuzzy, like static from a TV. Your eyes are closed, feeling almost glued shut as you bring a hand to your head.

Well, try to anyway.

Your hand is intercepted on it's path by Vi, her voice breaking through the static and soothing your nerves.

"Hey hey, don't touch it, angel." Her voice is firm but soft, laced with concern.

You groan, trying to force your eyes open. It's difficult but you finally manage to open them a crack, the lighting of the room is low, seemingly turned down by Vi to lessen any discomfort.

"Vi..?" Your voice cracks, raspy with disuse.

"I'm here, angel." She brushes some hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear as you look around the room, confused. "You're alright."

Trying again to bring your hand to your head, much to Vi's dismay, you search for the source of the incessant throbbing. As your fingers come in contact with the side of your head where the pain is most intense, you furrow your brows at the warm, wet liquid.

Pulling your fingers away, you look to your fingers, blinking at the sight of the blood staining the tips. You look to Vi, brows pinched together in question.

"What- what happened?"

"You had an accident, angel. But you're alright, I'm gonna get you all cleaned up and you'll be good as new in no time." Her words are more for her comfort than yours.

You sigh heavily, no memory of the accident coming to mind.

"An accident?" You ask, pushing up on your elbows. "What kind of accident?"

She rests a hand on your back, guiding you gently into a seated position at the edge of the bed.

"Don't exert yourself too much." She shuffles to sit closer to you, her arm snaking around your waist. She holds a warm, wet cloth in her free hand, reaching up to clean away the blood that has managed to seep from the wound.

It causes you to wince and she whispers a soft apology, gentling her touch.

"You were helping Jinx with one of her new inventions, and something wen wrong. It combusted, you were blown against the wall and you hit your head." Her voice trembles almost imperceptibly but you notice, a small frown pulling at your lips.

"Oh." You turn your head to look at her better just a bit too fast and you hiss as the throbbing intensifies, vision blurring. "Fuck." Your hand flies to your head.

"Whoa whoa careful, sweetheart. I can't have you passing out on me again." She tosses the cloth to the side, rubbing your back. "You took a pretty bad tumble."

Careful not to disturb your wound, you slowly lower your head, pressing your forehead to her shoulder.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Your words are a hushed whisper against her skin.

"Anytime, angel. But I'm not finished, we need to get you bandaged up." She reaches for the gauze and makes sure the area is clean and dry before taping the gauze over the wound. "There you go." A pause, her thumb moving to caress your cheek gently. "Good as new."

She leans in, replacing her thumb with her lips, pressing a soft kiss to the apple of your cheek. You can feel the way her breath stutters as her lips touch your skin.

"I'm okay, Vi." You reassure, giving her a sweet kiss to her lips in return. "I've just got a bit of a headache."

She nods, her eyes meeting yours.

"You scared the shit out of me, angel." Her arms band around you, pulling you flush against her as she presses a flurry of soft kisses all over your face.

You don't respond, you just guide her onto her back and snuggle into her side, reassuring her with your touch instead of your words.

And that's where you both drift off, a peaceful sleep pulling you under, and despite your injuries and the now dull throbbing in your head, you smile softly at the comfort of knowing how much she loves you.

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Thanks again for the request, I enjoyed writing this!

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x06 - “The Message Hidden Within the Pattern” ↳ “Wanna hear a dumb joke? A sentimental ex-con, a giant furball, and two of Piltover's most wanted walk into a weird cult. And here comes the punch line.”

[joannasprose]

Oh darling, will you still walk me home?

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Vi x Reader oneshot

helping out a reserved, and distant Violet after a pit fight and her unrelenting absence.

content warnings (?): really sad angst, violence, cuts and bruises, hurt/comfort, not proofread, this one is sooo much longer than my other works! hope you guys enjoy! this is also kinda told in both povs at the same time.

| in which after a long while consuming Violet’s absence, she finally comes back around. She’s still stubborn as she’s always been—yet you’re willing to peel away her harsh layers.

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You watch her as you always do.

Her left fist hits her opponent hard. you wince as you watch his tooth fall right out of his gums. The man attempts to stand back on his feet, but Vi’s already at his front—her fist hitting him again and again and again. It was an abhorrent violence.

She stands now, formally crouched over him, she stands in the middle of the ring—head hung low as the crowd cheers for her. You know Vi better than anyone else; she doesn’t care for the cheers. You know that Vi has never cared for any of it. You know she fights and drinks to ease the overwhelming ache. And it hurts you because she doesn’t let you help, she barely lets you touch her.

Now, you watch as Vi walks back to the into the hallway leading into the ring with a limp man laying in the middle.

You stand from your spot in the seat wedged between two random strangers. As you move, you push past the overbearing crowd—muttering excuse me’s, and sorry’s—you make your way to where you know Vi will be. When you see her, she’s slumped against a railing. Sitting on the bottom of the steps, she presses a bottle with an substance unknown filled to the brim against her lips.

When she sees you, a sigh leaves her lips. She isn’t angry or upset—more so uneasy. You’re standing at her front now, you speak: “Vi, let’s get you home, okay?” She barely acknowledges you, her eyes never leave her drink, she takes another swig before speaking, “I’m fine. Go home, Y/N.”

You take a seat next to her, you watch as she pulls her once stretched out legs closer to each other. You’d be a liar if you didn’t say it didn’t hurt.

“You aren’t fine, Vi. Look at you. You’re bruised, your knuckles are bleeding, and you won’t do anything about it,” you say in exasperation, “you haven’t been sober in months. Please. Let me help you.” You hear VI’s breath shudder as she lets holds the bottle in her hand. It doesn’t touch her lips, it just grazes the concrete step way. This time, Vi looks at you, really, looks at you.

And youmeet her eyes. Their drained of everything there once way and what it could have been. It pains you to see her like this—all battered, drunken, un-wanting the help she knows she needs. You think you’ve got her, you think she’s budged, until she says: “I don’t need your help. Just go home it’s getting dark,” she begins, trailing off as her words slur, “I…I don’t want you in this. You’re too good for it, Y/N. I’ve failed everyone else. Why do the same to you?”

Your heart swells. Tears duct at your eyes. You feel yourself wanting to cry, wanting solemn tears to fall from your tired eyelids as your heart tightens.

But this isn’t about you. Not now.

She looks away from you. Embarrassed, you assume. To admit such a thing like that. Nothing had ever gone well when she began her pit fighting—physical touch had always been out of the question. You never asked why, as you didn’t want to intrude. But now, as your hand slowly moves up to her red cheeks—hands you watch her flinching away from, but she slowly lets herself fall into your touch—you hold her face as you speak: “Vi. You know I won’t ever leave you alone right? You know it and I know it too,” tears well at your eyes, there’s no point in stopping them now.

“I don’t care how much you try to push me away. You always take care of everyone. Everyone. I wanna take care of you. Will you let me do that?”

When she looks up at you, pain etched all over her features, creases in her furrowed brows—she pulls a hand to your cheeks. Ones that now have remnants of tears glossing down on them. She wipes those tears away as she fights her own. Even when she’s being stubborn, distant, even when it’s about her—she always finds a way to take care of you.

“I’m sorry,” her voice is cracked and defeated when she speaks, “I just—I just wanted to take care of you. Of her. Of everyone. I just wanted—“ you wrap your arms around her neck as you pull her in. She hesitates before touching you, but she eventually gives in after many grueling moments her hands lingering over your back.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I understand, I understand it all, okay? Just let me help you.” For a moment, it doesn’t feel like she’s moved until her arms pull you close. You feel her nod against your shoulder, quiet whispers of ‘okay. okay,’ are the only things that could be heard through that quiet alley.

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“Does it hurt?” You ask.

“A little,” she says.

Vi sits on the edge of her bathtub. Her apartment is smaller than you thought it would be. You don’t mind it. When the pair of you arrived, she immediately began apologizing for the mess, she hid her face away from you in pure embarrassment.

Now, though, you press a wet cloth of alcohol against the cut on her lower lip. Surprisingly, her lips are only slightly chapped. Here and there—she leans over to the side in her drunkenness, you’ve had to pat her knee gently many times. She hasn’t stopped looking at you. If you were being completely honest, her gaze had always made you nervous, it always made you fidget. You didn’t have that luxury now.

Abruptly, she takes your wrist in her hand, her hand is hot against yours. Your skin had always felt so, so cold. It was comforting to her. 

“Why’re nervous?” She asks, her droopy eyes unrelenting as she watches over you. “I’m—I’m not nervous.” You say, attempting to pull the cloth back up and against her lips but she holds your hand there, in the center of her lap.

“You are, though. I know you as well as you know me, Y/N,” she says. You watch as her lips stutter, as her eyes flicker from your hands and back to your eyes, she speaks, “Did I scare you?” She asks, solemnly.

Your eyes furrow in confusion. Before you could speak, though, she beats you to it. “I mean when you saw me down there. I know how brutal I could get. And I’m sorry, sorry, you had to see that.” Her words are slurring again, though you could add that it’s much better than before.

“You didn’t scare me,” you abandon the cloth as you stare at her, “I’m just…not use to being this close to you recently.” For the first time in a long time, you watch as a smile perks at her lips. It sends that familiar feeling of warmth and tenderness through your stomach. How did she always find a way to get you so, anxious?

“Recently,” she scoffs, “more like years,” her thumb rubs against the skin of your wrist. You want to get back into helping her, like you said you would. But you’d be a damned fool if you tried to stray away from her touch. You didn’t want to. And as of now, she probably wouldn’t let you.

“I missed you. I thought about you. I think about you. You know that, right?” You wanted to say yes, you desperately did—but you hadn’t thought about yourself significant to someone in a long time.

At least after everyone died.

“I…” you say start, not knowing how to finish. Vi releases your hand. She coax’s you to move away from your crouched spot on the floor, and onto her thigh. Her hand meets your face, her thumb caresses your cheek gently.

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you. Like I said.” Vi smiles, and then speaks, “you always have. And you always are. Even when I was…Ignoring you. You always made sure I was okay.”

You’re looking away from her now. Your face feels as though it’s on fire. It was embarrassing.

“Look at me,” she says as she pulls your face closer to hers, “I want you to look at me.”

When you do, her face is closer than it ever has been. Slowly, giving you room to stop her—her lips meet yours softly. It isn’t lust. The both of you know it—rather, it’s the unbearable yearning, a craving now being satiated after years.

When she pulls away, she fixes her lips to apologize, but you don’t let her. Your arms leave her lap, they sit on her shoulders, and pull her into a sweet embrace.

“I missed you too, Vi.”

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If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading. I pretty much did this all in one go, and it will likely not being proofread, I’m sorry about that 😢 I’ve been feeling very inspired lately, so there might be more in store!! 💜💜💜🗡️ also, do you guys prefer my longer or shorter works? please let me know!!! <333

[rotten-vision]

Piltover in leather (color/clothes study)