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dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain

#dunmeshi fanart #dungeon meshi #fanart #backrooms #dunmeshi memes

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Fuck you *Colours Your Princesses*

#stp fanart #slay the princess #fanart #the princess stp

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STP voices x princesses

Because I wanted a reason to draw them all >:D

Also lil bonus ✨

#stp fanart #slay the princess #fanart #comic #do I have to tag all of them? #voice of the hero #the princess stp #voice of the broken #the tower stp #voice of the paranoid #the nightmare stp #voice of the cold #the spectre stp #voice of the hunted #the beast stp #voice of the skeptic #the prisoner stp #voice of the stubborn #the adversary stp #voice of the smitten #the damsel stp #voice of the opportunist #the witch stp #voice of the cheated #the razor stp #voice of the contrarian #the stranger stp #hero x princess stp #gotta come up with a ship name for the mc and princess #unless there is one already?

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probably a huge reach but I do wonder if percy’s refusal to explain his plans to anyone was influenced by him telling bianca his plan and then her getting herself killed trying to execute it

#percy jackson #bianca di angelo

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Narrator: But you must swear-

Cheated: Fuck!

Narrator: Promise. Swear as in promise. There's a difference.

#stp incorrect quotes #slay the princess #incorrect quotes #the narrator stp #voice of the cheated

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there's something kinda funny to me about certain ways scar tends to be drawn because it's like. okay imagine hypothetically you took a distillation of fanon scar designs and showed it to someone who's never even heard of a minecraft, and asked them what they think this guy might be like. we're ignoring context here, pretend we're showing them a ref sheet. and it's like, alright, here's a rugged looking buff guy. nice abs. lots of scars. he's got a smug grin on his face. very shirtless. he looks like the love interest in a bodice ripper. i bet he's got some dark angsty secret he keeps buried underneath that suave facade. but not buried too deeply, just enough to intrigue.

and then you go watch third life and he is like a cat whose owner keeps desperately trying to make him stop eating plastic.

#goodtimeswithscar #3rd life #life series #funny #grian #desert duo

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I love this so much, I’m gonna start saying “nuts” we need to bring it back

#funny #cinema #hollywood #historical #video #movies #behind the scenes #bloopers

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please remember that I am a Canadian illustrator and it is fucking bizarre to come to me with medical questions

#funny

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#arcane memes #arcane #jayce talis #mel medarda #meljay #vi arcane #vi #caitlyn kiramman #viktor arcane #viktor #jayvik

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(Post divorce) Jayce haven't seen Viktor for a couple weeks, and he decides to sneak to Emberflit amidst the night. When he finally arrives, he finds the Herald covered in splashes of blood and although he is very worried at first he soon realizes its from his patients. It's been a "difficult" week after some minor chembarons broke their own peace treaty and their quarry left a lot of injured people. Viktor is tired, dirty and honestly not in the mood to speak.

Jayce thinks is kinda sexy tho

This one deserved a ficlet, sorry it took so long 🥰

I think I’ll call it

Aftermath

(Kinda dark and morbid, fyi)

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The moment Jayce creaked the unlocked door open, he knew something had happened—the smell of blood and antiseptics accosted his nose like he’d run headlong into a brick wall. The lights spilling into the house proper from Viktor’s lab were strobing and flashing, signifying that they’d been on nonstop for several days. The air was thick and hot and heavy as it filled Jayce’s lungs, and with horror, he realized why—the incinerator was on and hissing like a threatened beast, thick ashen smoke spilling out into the blackened vents above. Viktor must have been trying to save someone, perhaps many someones… and he’d failed.

When Jayce rounded the corner to the lab, his breath left him as if he’d been punched—Viktor was standing just beyond his operating table, bent over it slightly with his (once Jayce looked closer, blood-covered) hands braced hard against it and sending an ominous rattle through the bolted-down legs. The metal of his augments was ashen and unpolished, with a morbid smattering of blood smears marring his entire torso, and he was still donning his mask. He was breathing rather hard, harder than Jayce typically witnessed outside of battle and bedroom, and there were short bursts of steam puffing from the vents in his neck.

Jayce had to mentally chastise himself for the knee-jerk arousal that fired off through him at the sight; while this slightly unhinged look was certainly a turn-on… now was clearly not the time.

He briefly considered speaking, soft and prodding; are you okay? But he was fairly certain he had that answer already, so he simply got to work—traversing the short distance to the sink and soaking the tattered washrag he found there. He approached Viktor thereafter, but paused before reaching out—now that he was up close, he could see the slight tremble in Viktor’s organic right hand.

He didn’t think he’d receive an answer if he asked, so he simply raised the rag, slowly and deliberately; ensuring Viktor saw the movement. And while Viktor did not flinch or even physically react at all as Jayce began soothing away the ash and blood from Viktor’s augmented arm, a more forceful puff of steam escaped from his neck like a tiny gasp.

“I heard about the squabble…” Jayce said gently, reaching with his other hand and prying Viktor’s augmented fist away from the table so that he could squeeze the rag out at his wrist. “We were instructed not to get involved… you know how the Council is. They only care about conflicts that will impact them or their pockets.”

A sound like an angry growl rumbled deep in Viktor’s ribcage, but Jayce instinctively knew it wasn’t aimed at him. So he kept on, carefully encircling Viktor’s fingers with the rag to clear the blood away.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice breaking in the middle. “I wish I’d been here to help…”

Another grating sound resounded from Viktor’s chest, this one sounding far less angry and more… defeated, and Jayce knew what it meant—‘it wouldn’t have made a difference if you were.’

Jayce nodded his understanding, reaching next for Viktor’s other arm and forcing him to take a step back from the table. Viktor moved awkwardly, almost stiff, and it was then that Jayce saw it—the hinge on Viktor’s embedded brace in his leg had been locked into place, jamming the piston and preventing his knee from bending… preventing him from collapsing.

Jayce clicked his tongue with pity, grabbing Viktor’s wrist and insinuating that he take two steps back, to the cot against the wall. Viktor complied, his footfalls heavy and uncoordinated, and before he bent to reach for the lever that would free the brace, Jayce looked into those glowing pools of fiery ochre spilling from that unreadable mask.

“May I?” he asked carefully, motioning with a nod down at Viktor’s leg.

Viktor was still for a moment, completely unresponsive, and Jayce had to stifle another sound of pity—he’d been in the state Viktor was in now, knew what it felt like… like standing in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, his entire body flayed and numb, and his mind unable to comprehend anything but the chaos. But eventually Viktor just barely nodded, and Jayce bent to release the brace.

Viktor’s legs immediately gave out, and Jayce did his best to catch him and ease him back to plop heavily into a seated position on the cot.

“Ok, there we go… just… let me…” Jayce huffed, doing his best to keep Viktor upright as he reached for the pillow and nestled it between Viktor’s back and the wall. Viktor settled quickly against it, the tension releasing from several augmented joints with a chorus of clicks and whirs.

Jayce went back to work clearing away the blood and ash, and it took at least another fifteen minutes and several refreshes of the rag. But eventually Viktor was mess-free (or as mess-free as was possible, without a shower), and Jayce deposited the soiled rag on the floor and cautiously knelt in front of him. He reached up slowly with both hands, cradling Viktor’s head and allowing his thumbs to rest on the very edges of the mask.

He simply stared into the eye holes for an extended moment, before putting the question to voice,

“May I?” he asked again, soothing his thumbs back to the clasps.

Viktor inhaled, long and slow, and then as he let it out in a single heartbreaking sigh, he nodded.

Jayce felt like his heart plummeted into his stomach when Viktor’s face was revealed to him—there were deep purple bags under his heavily-lidded eyes, and marking his cheeks were the telltale black streaks of long-dried tears. The sheen of his augmented eyes seemed dull and hazy… a robotic version of bloodshot, Jayce realized with equal parts sorrow and awe.

With another tut of pity, Jayce reached once more for the rag, pushed to his feet, and spun to sit on the cot next to Viktor. Almost immediately, Viktor had leaned (collapsed, more like) into Jayce’s shoulder, and Jayce quickly wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close.

“You did all that you could,” Jayce offered sadly, wrapping the single clean spot on the rag around his finger and carefully raising it to soothe the grime from Viktor’s cheek. And while he hadn’t been here, didn’t know what happened, he was confident in the truth of it—Viktor always did everything he possibly could to help, sometimes more. But Viktor released a dissenting grunt, ever disappointed in his limits, so Jayce squeezed him tighter as he moved on to the other cheek.

“You did, V. I know you did,” he whispered, leaning in to place a simple kiss to Viktor’s temple.

His kiss was apparently a balm, because all the tension, all the tightness in Viktor’s frame released, and his full weight came down hard against Jayce’s chest. Jayce chuckled fondly, burying his nose in Viktor’s hair and delivering another kiss there. He would definitely need a shower soon, but for now… he just needed this.

#jayvik fanfic #jayvik #fanfic #league fanfic #league of legends #divorce era #defender of tomorrow #machine herald

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I shouldn’t be starting another chapter fic, but maybe I could do a really long one shot?

👀👀👀👀💦

Basically I really really want to write about Viktor teaching Jayce the four relationship “F’s” and slowly falling in love with him, because I’m cheesy AF

Teach Me

He wasn’t sure how they got here. He and Jayce sitting on the floor, alcohol in hand and stomach. They were celebrating a successful pitch meeting that had finally resulted in an investor stamp of approval to start prototyping.

They had raided their meager stash for drinks and hadn't stopped at just one. His brain, a little fuzzy from the cocktail of whiskeys he’d had so far, heard something so unacceptable he was at a loss for words.

“Ehm what?” He asked, perhaps hearing it again it might start to make sense.

Jayce flashed a small smile around his beer bottle, “It’s true, I’ve never been kissed. Or I guess done the kissing either.” He looked away shyly before taking a swig.

“That’s…” his mind went through a quick succession of words all of which paled for how he felt. Eventually settling on… “wrong.”

Jayce chuckled, “Thats sweet. But still doesn’t change anything.”

Viktor’s mind, a constant churn of problem solving blurted out, “Ech I should just kiss you and get it over it.” Em, wait that wasn’t right, “…over with…”

Jayce was looking at him with a wary sort of awe, and then Viktor realized he must have said something odd. His ears caught up with his mouth and he could feel his face blush furiously. He and Jayce had only been partners for a little shy of a year. Definitely settled into a comfortable enough friendship, but not like this. He couldn’t look Jayce in the eyes.

“I mean… if you wanted to I wouldn’t stop you.” Jayce said slowly. “It’s actually something that weighs on me quite a bit.”

Viktor looked at his partner. What an odd predicament. He certainly thought Jayce was handsome enough, clever, and if he was being honest, totally adorable. He had that rare pure hearted optimism that had been quashed by so much of Zaun. And now he was saying, admitting, he wanted to be kissed by Viktor? Huh. Well, he could do that.

“Come on, then.” Viktor said, gesturing him over with a finger.

Jayce looked a little shocked, but put his beer aside and crawled over on hands and knees. He sat obediently in front of Viktor. A shy sort of excitement present on his face. Oh this beautiful boy, how had no one else been tempted?

He sat up, and because Jayce had still not moved close enough, grabbed his tie, and pulled him in. Up close Jayce was a little trepidatious, eyes roaming Viktor’s face, his tongue darting out to wet his very lovely lips.

He pulled Jayce the last bit forward, their lips unaligned, but easily fixed. His lips were warm and soft, and the barest hint of hops and bitterness clung to them. He stayed that way for just a moment longer before letting Jayce go. Done. Not perfect by any means, but at least Jayce was no longer hung up on something so trivial.

Jayce didn’t pull back right away, lingering, starry-eyed, and blushing. That felt like an accomplishment at least. Viktor leaned back, till his shoulders hit his desk with a thump. A giggle escaped him, here he was, in his late twenties acting just like a school boy. But then again Jayce had only just left university hadn’t he? School was school, so maybe not so strange. At least for one of them.

Jayce sat back, swiping a thumb over his lip, smiling. Jayce was a good one, maybe this would be good for him. Especially if his only references had been books and film, oh speaking of…

“So, have you finished that book I lent you?” Viktor ventured.

#omggggg #THEM #jayvik fanfic #jayvik #fanfic #arcane fanfic #arcane #Hextech husbands #viktor arcane #viktor #jayce talis #kisses #first kiss

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They. They forgor

#pizza

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They. They forgor

#pizza #logos #yikesss #funny

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i feel like percy is the type of fighter who would laugh if a monster ran away from him out of fear. but annabeth is the type of fighter who would call them a coward and run after it.

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo sphinx #botl #battle of the labyrinth

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Oak Hanging Sign

#oak hanging sign #minecraft #minecraft blocks

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Five Fandoms, Five Ships

Get to know the blogger, via five different ships from five different fandoms! Tagged by @nixie-deangel (at least, I think so 🤣)

1. Hannigram (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, NBC Hannibal) A.K.A. “Murder Husbands”

2. Obikin (Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars)

3. Ineffable Husbands (Crowley/Aziraphale, Good Omens)

4. Dinluke (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker)

5. JayVik (Jayce/Viktor, Arcane)

Honorable mentions:

Kylux, almost made the list but then I realized I’d literally have 3 generations of Skywalkers on here and I started laughing/crying

Geraskier

SpideyPool

Tagging others if you’d like to play (no pressure!) @lilredghost @veloursdor @demon----dean @dark--whisperings @himilce-persephoniea and anyone else who wants to!

#ineffable husbands #jayvik #hextech husbands #fandom

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Bamboo Door

#bamboo door #minecraft #minecraft blocks