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wisteria-mutterings · 2 years ago
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Victor & Hextech: Babylon by The Dirt Poor Robins
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lonelyinsomnia · 1 year ago
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rises the moon
I watched as he muttered to himself, hovering over his notes, pointing at random places, and then pacing back to his invention. The sight was as amusing as it was irritating. I watched as he tinkered and took notes. His chocolate brown hair bounced as he shuffled back and forth.
Leaning against a cluttered table covered in gadgets and gizmos I noticed a spyglass. I picked it up and placed it against my eye. I followed a seagull as it dove down, only to catch an updraft and soar much higher than before. I watched the sun begin to set, leaving only a sliver of natural sunlight.
Setting the spyglass down, I looked over to Viktor. He was still enthralled with his work. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He spun around and nearly hit me with the notebook he held.
“Watch it,” I sneered.
He laughed wryly and almost returned to his project, but stopped when we made eye contact. We briefly held each other’s gaze until I coughed to break the increasingly awkward silence.
“Uh,” I paused, debating on continuing, “The sun is nearly set, so…Would you like to stargaze with me?”
His tired eyes widened. After a moment, his shoulders slumped and he sighed.
“That would be…beneficial,” he said nodding.
I began walking out of the room, pausing only to hold the door for him. He gave me an apathetic look, which I returned with a half-hearted smile. I shut and locked the door behind me as we stood on the balcony.
The silence between Viktor and me was not awkward like before, but it wasn’t comfortable either. We stood side-by-side and leaned against the railing watching as the sliver of sunlight became all but an orange hue on the horizon. We waited silently until the sky darkened enough to see the stars. Once they appeared, I sat down and gazed at the glittering sky; Viktor followed suit and small talk ensued. He talked about his gadgets and formulas and I listened -- despite not knowing what he was talking about. Viktor’s hazel eyes shined a gloss-like gold as he spoke, his enthusiasm evident. It was a sweet sight. When he calmed down, I started pointing out different constellations. He watched my hands and listened to whatever I had to say about each planet, quasar, black hole, star, or nebula I gestured to.
I felt a weight on my shoulder during my rant about Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. I looked over to see Viktor asleep. His eyes bore heavy on his face and his cheeks were sunk in but he had a small smile on his lips. Gazing at the sky, I smiled.
His head began to fall after a bit so I gently guided him to lie on my lap. He started to snore quietly the moment he lay on my thighs. Smiling, I ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft to the touch. Absentmindedly, I played with his hair as I gazed at the rising moon.
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sex-tech · 2 days ago
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Reunion
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jenniferstolzer · 4 months ago
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The winner of June's fanart contest was Lackadaisy so I decided to paint an old wipwed sketch of mine. These two are my absolute favorite of the comic and I've been dying from cliffhanger syndrome. I want these two to reconcile so bad but i have the terrible creeping sensation they won't get the chance ;_;
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tsunamis-for-uzumaki · 2 years ago
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Friendly reminder that Five Hargreeves was thirteen years old - not a senior citizen in the body of a 13 y/o, an honest-to-god teenager - when he entered the apocalypse and saw his home demolished and all of his siblings dead in the rubble :)
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rhysepoof · 3 days ago
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Arcane season 2 aka The Gays and Lesbians' Divorce Era™
Spoilers For Arcane S2 Below
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These poor babies
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hulkingharbor · 4 days ago
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Viktor is so adorable with his blanket lol. All praise Arcane Jesus! 🙏
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misspines · 4 days ago
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Arcane episode 3 summarized through snoopy
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fishshit · 1 year ago
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very quick victuuri skecthes made in my notes <3 (please check the tags for the explanation of the text)
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elocoel · 3 months ago
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Wake up babe, new fic dropped.
Let me know what you think <3
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Yuri Plisetsky, Katsuki Mari & Katsuki Yuuri Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Yuri Plisetsky Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Katsuki Yuuri Needs a Hug, Protective Victor Nikiforov, Character's Name Spelled as Viktor, Overworked Yuuri Katsuki, Established Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Post-Competition, Post-Canon, Fainting, Mari Katsuki Being an Amazing Sister, Viktor Nikiforov is a Good Husband, Yuuri Katsuki is Bad at Taking Care of Himself, Fever, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Caring Victor Nikiforov, Banter, Light Angst, I mean it was just supposed to be fluff, but angst came through, I wrote this because I was sick as hell, So it is just to heal myself.  Summary:
Yet, as the competition concluded and Yuuri stood proudly with his gold medal—determined to have Viktor kiss it—the strain became too much. Yuuri’s body decided it was time. He turned to his right, where Seung-gil Lee stood with his silver medal, looking like he was so bored that he could probably split his mouth open while yawning, felt his world tilt, and collapsed.
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mouseyippie · 7 months ago
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"cutting one's hair is seen as a way to release past traumas and signify a fresh start."
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infinitelystrangemachinex · 7 months ago
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Mel for the unhinged character bingo!
yessss YEEEESSSSSSSSS
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#ask me#so Mel is in the unenviable position of being a very strong character whose rights I support and whose wrongs I also fully support#BUT the way she's treated broadly in the fandom is so pervasive and so consistent and so frustrating to me that#I am in full -must protect my blorbo- mode with her at all times#-Mel's story is over so the only thing left for her to do is die-#-if Mel dies then J can get together with V and they will appreciate her for her sacrifice bc she died a hero who rejected Ambessa-#enough! enough I say!#what about proving to ambessa that she can take the throne for herself? what about the angst of defying her mother and her home country#and opposing those in Piltover who DO want war and want to raze the undercity#what about the magic that she's heavily foreshadowed to have and how it's different from hextech#and how it directly opposes but also parallels what is happening to Viktor#what about her -friends- abroad and the plot Mel was cooking through all of season 1 that has not been revealed yet#there's so much potential for her to have to confront the fact that J was slowly becoming a monster through season 1#and that she can't ignore the undercity forever#also what if whoever Ambessa says killed her brother comes after Mel too!#it is very frustrating to see Mel get dismissed as dead or evil or irredeemable or whatever when she is consistently#the most interesting person in the room in every single scene she's in and the character who shows the most conviction and change#so yeah i will take a bullet for her she is my blorbo I will despise any character who hurts her#and I would cradle her in my arms if she gave me a chance - which she would never! - but a girl can dream#however I also enjoy leaning into the idea that Mel is perceived as being a devil from the outside - Mel leans into it too when it serves#but it's in direct opposition to her ironclad values and the personality that she keeps hidden a layer down#I genuinely think that Mel will have a happy ending - or at least as happy an ending that an Arcane character can get lol#like I fully believe she will take the throne (Piltover) in the end but I can only guess at this point what that will cost her#I love putting Mel in situations but mainly to play with both how creative she can get and also how fucking far she will go to win#which is ANOTHER thing we know is probably true about Mel but has not been put on display yet#also Mel has already done a great job at separating what she wants for herself as a person from just being Ambessa's daughter#but Mel still deserves to get plenty of great therapy for that situation because OH GOD THAT CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK#also Kino is dead? maybe dead?? at least Mel fully believes he's dead so she needs therapy and hugs for that too#I am super normal about her can you tell
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funnyscienceman · 2 years ago
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there's no point to any of this if you're not here with me to see it.
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nattyontherun · 6 months ago
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The realization happened during one of those final few days in December. Yuri remembers a red-swathed park, air like a vacuum, seeping into the walkway, the wilted grass, the crowded, metal benches.
Katsuki was Yuuri, then.
Or, Yuri on Viktor and Katsuki in the months that follow Barcelona.
- 5.4k; one-shot
- angst, post-canon AU, one-sided pining
- katsuki yuuri/yuri plisetsky (one-sided), katsuki yuuri/viktor nikiforov, viktor nikiforov & yuri plisetsky, otabek atlin & yuri plisetsky
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syb-ill-ah · 7 months ago
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VIKTOR HEADCANON
Or something similar. A question that randomly appeared on my mind - does Viktor cry when he's touched/happy? For some reason, it feels like it would be true, he's a sensitive puppy.
What does the hivemind think? (Why does it sound fitting calling Viktor stans a hivemind? :D)
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honey-tongued-devil · 1 month ago
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▶[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, ]
If you know me, hello little deers, I'm back! If you don’t know me, welcome! Just a heads-up that I don’t use "Y/N," but rather the impersonal "you," and even though I talk about clothes, no sizes or weight are involved. Enjoy the read!
Jayce:
  - It’s not that rare when you’re together; he’s a real gentleman through and through. If it’s cold, he’ll give you his jacket, his scarf, anything to keep you warm  
  - But when you’re the one taking his clothes, it’s different  
  - When he sees you walking around the room in his shirt, just after waking up, something in his brain malfunctions  
  - It’s how it fits you, no matter how big or long it is, it seems like it was made just for you, to give you that look  
  - And to him, it feels like some kind of subliminal ad, as if the universe is making you so attractive in the simplicity of that gesture just to tell him he needs to hurry up and put a ring on your finger so he can enjoy that sight every day  
  - It’s hard for you to get anything done in the morning when he wakes up with those thoughts  
  - Those are the days when you stay in bed, cuddling under the covers, with him looking at you, hand on his cheek, getting more lost in you by the second  
Viktor:
  - For Viktor, the idea of a “little thief stealing his clothes” is an interesting one  
  - He’s never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, plus, with his physique, it’s rare for anything to fit snugly anyway  
  - That’s why, except for his Academy uniform, the rest of his clothes are comfortable and at least two sizes too big for him, without mentioning Jayce's oversize ones in his closet  
  - What Viktor didn’t expect was that, once you started liking them, you’d just take them straight out of his drawer  
  - The first time he knocked on your door to ask if you’d seen his shirt —the very one you were wearing— he first stopped, confused, wondering how it had ended up on you  
  - And then, though he didn’t show it, he paused to notice with satisfaction how well it wrapped around your body  
  - Sometimes he pretends to forget his clothes at your place, just to see them on you, and to get them back with your scent on them  
  - For the nights when he feels lonelier  
Ekko: 
  - Communism  
  - There’s not really a strong sense of what belongs to whom at the Tree, although some clothes (jackets in particular) eventually get so personalized that no one dares to take them anymore  
  - The first time you grabbed Ekko’s jacket, it was simply because you were freezing, it was really cold, and he was resting, so he didn’t need it  
  - But when he saw you wearing it, his pupils dilated so much you could notice it despite his very dark eyes  
  - Ever since then, it’s him who gives it to you and insists that you wear it, because he likes it: there’s something extremely intimate and deeply personal about walking around with you in his jacket  
  - It’s like marking you as his, but really, also reminding himself of it  
  - And Ekko may be proud, but one thing you quickly and painfully learn in the alleys is to say ‘I love you’ before it’s too late, and that small possessive gesture makes him feel fulfilled because it’s like he’s telling everyone that he couldn’t live without you 
 
Vander:
  - Vander’s clothes have this super-secret ability to change depending on who’s wearing them. For example, what are shirts on him turn into dresses on you  
  - When you put them on, even just for the sake of convenience, you find yourself laughing in front of every mirror you pass by  
  - And if he notices, he can’t help but hug you from behind, leaning down to rub his nose against your neck, smiling against your skin  
  - “You know,” he says every single time, “it looks better on you than it does on me,” and no matter how false it might be, in his eyes, it’s truer than almost anything else  
  - After seeing you a few times in his grown-up man's clothes, he decided to dig through an old box to find the clothes from when he was younger and mend them before leaving them folded on your side of the bed, like a little gift  
Silco:
  - Silco’s strangest habit was the connection he had with his clothes: they looked like Piltover garments, except for the boots and the shirt under the velvet vest, yet they were torn, poorly mended, and worn out in several places  
  - Despite being the richest man in the undercity, he never changed them  
  - The only newer piece in his wardrobe that he used to wear was his coat, which was in perfect condition, scented with cologne, and lined with soft velvet that followed the direction of your fingers when you touched it  
  - Sure, there were ceremonial outfits, pajamas, and something comfortable yet always elegant, but he had worn them so little that they almost didn’t seem like his  
  - That’s why one day you simply decided you were bored, and while he was in a meeting, you could take the opportunity to try on the ones that fit you  
  - But that little fashion show from his wardrobe to the mirror probably took longer than expected, and definitely you were too focused, because you didn’t notice the tall figure watching you, leaning against the doorframe  
  - “Don’t take that off, I’ve got an idea or two,” his voice broke the silence, making you jump  
Jinx:
  - Her clothes are more like a flea market than a wardrobe: there are men’s clothes, women’s clothes, from Piltover and Zaun, intact, held together by metal staples, clean, splattered with paint, torn from explosions, some so small you wonder who they could even fit, and some so large that you and at least four of her father’s henchmen could comfortably fit in them with room to spare  
  - She’s the one who tells you to grab something from the pile the first time you ask to help her with her calculations and experiments, and in the end, you choose something comfortable rather than something intact or clean  
  - It took her a good half hour to notice, and then another hour to stop talking about it  
  - It was something she hadn’t done since she had a family, sharing clothes with someone else, and suddenly she realized just how much she missed it  
  - Every now and then, she’d give you oversized shirts on purpose, just to disappear under the fabric and snuggle up to you, where she felt sheltered enough to feel less vulnerable  
Vi:
  - Vi’s mentality was interesting because, by accident, if she noticed you were eyeing someone’s clothes with interest, somehow the next day those clothes would end up on your bed  
  - Vi would do anything for you; if it were up to her, you’d be dressed in pearls and gold, but neither the place nor her situation allowed it  
  - That’s why she never offered you her clothes: the older ones were tattered, barely definable as rags, which she stubbornly patched up every month  
  - The new ones were stolen, spoils from street fights, but they always came in looking battered and worn, or worse, stained with blood or strange substances, so they weren’t good for you  
  - When she saw you wearing a sweater from her wardrobe, stained and burned in spots, the first thing she felt was guilt  
  - She hated not being able to treat you the way she wanted to  
  - But from that day on, she made sure to at least wash her clothes before putting them away, and slowly she learned to love the clothes you stole a little more than the others  
  - That sweater, for example, she would defend it with her life  
Caitlyn:
  - Whenever you stayed over at her place, she always made sure to provide everything for you: slippers, socks, pajamas, anything you might need  
  - And it was always the highest quality you had ever seen  
  - So seeing you in her clothes wasn’t new, although she sometimes liked to have you try on things she didn’t wear anymore, partly because she couldn’t due to her important name, and partly because she spent half her time in uniform  
  - Those little fashion shows almost always ended with her on top of you, while you are very busy figuring out how to stay quiet so none of the servants, or worse, her parents, would catch you  
  - It didn’t matter if the clothes didn’t suit you, being able to see you in so many different lights made her fall even more in love with everything about you  
  - The final blow? One day she decided to look through the enforcers’ uniforms to find one that would fit you, and for the first time, she saw you in clothes that matched hers  
  - There was something about it that made her hope that uniform would change the chemistry of your brain too and make you join the force, just so she could spend more time with you, just so she could see you like that more often  
Mel:
  - For Mel, it wasn’t an event: she was used to everything, mastering her emotions, and seeing you wearing something of hers had only left her confused for a second, from which she quickly recovered, smiling at you  
  - “It looks really good on you, you know?” she had asked  
  - It didn’t bother her. Objectively, you seemed stupid borrowing those elegant clothes tailored exactly to her body  
  - It almost felt like heresy to wear the clothes of a goddess-like figure. But the goddess had sensed something, and she began buying and commissioning outfits for both you and her, matching, so you wouldn’t feel like you were missing something  
  - But there was one moment, a specific one, where seeing you in one of her dresses had left her speechless  
  - When you told her that the sweater was so beautiful it was almost a shame knowing she couldn’t wear it on the day you’d marry her  
  - And Mel Medarda came from a land of war, where it was hard to get attached to people, let alone objects  
  - Yet from that day, that piece of clothing became a constant for her, even if it meant layering or pulling it down to keep her shoulders bare  
  - Because it no longer just warmed her skin; it began to warm something deeper, something she hadn’t even realized she had  
Sevika:
  - Her clothes reflected her line of work: dirty, unpleasant, dangerous  
  - But despite that, she would drape them over you herself, no matter how worn they were: if she thought you might be cold, without a word, you’d find a sweater or hoodie on your shoulders  
  - And even though she’d glance at you from the corner of her eye, she wouldn’t stop watching you for a single moment when you wore something of hers  
  - It was a matter of homeland—there was no ownership in Zaun, not even last names, as even the family you belonged to was irrelevant compared to what you could do  
  - And the gangs, thugs, and troublemakers wouldn’t hesitate to steal what was yours  
  - But you were hers, and you couldn’t be stolen. And that shirt was hers, but she didn’t feel mutilated, like she normally would, when you wore it  
  - In fact, she loved it, opening her arms to invite you to snuggle up, holding you carefully so the prosthetic wouldn’t bother you, adjusting the clothing on you ten, a hundred times, almost unconsciously  
  - And when you wore her clothes, it felt like for a little while, you could wear her skin too, to understand her better, and she suddenly seemed more vulnerable  
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