#also. obviously. vi is hot as hell. so

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hey! I love your fanfics! (Especially your arcane and caitvi one's I think their adorable) and I thought I maybe could ask for a parttwo to your jinx x reader fanfic ("your a fun one aren't cha?" Is the one am talking about, it's probably my favorite fanfic so far)-? And have jinx slowly catch a bit of feelings-? And some flirting headcanons would be cute as well!

I have no clue when a part two is coming, but I already have an idea for that whenever I do get around to posting. That being saiddd, I am more than willing to do flirt Jinx headcanons for you! Enjoy!

Wrapped around a Pinky Finger | Jinx Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Flirty Jinx Headcanons!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Flirting, Suggestive Content(?), No Use of Y/n, Not Proofread, Lowkey Lowercase Intended

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– Jinx LOVES to look at you with wide doe eyes, a pout, and her hands behind her back.

– It was a signature move Powder used to use with Vi or Vander when she got in trouble. She knew the two couldn't say no to her chubby cheeks and bright eyes, so as she got older (and lost contact with them) she decided to use Powder's "power" for Jinx's own personal gain.

– Jinx also loves to add an extra raspiness to her voice when she feels like being extra mischievous with her flirts.

– She'll get all close to your ear, put her chest to yours, and whisper pet names or pickup lines with that extra raspy voice of hers

– Now, her pickup lines are a bit... unusual, but you have such a big crush on her (simp), they work regardless

– The most ridiculous line she said was something about a doll, tomato, and mercury???

– Where in the hell did she get mercury and why is she talking sexily about a tomato?!

– In regards to more physical flirts, Jinx loves to push herself against you.

– I mentioned earlier that she loves to push her chest up against yours, but she will also walk you into a wall or a corner just to make sure "you can't get away".

– if you're the easily flustered type, she finds it kinda hot watching you squirm as she backs you into a wall

– if you're not as easily flustered, she'd find your smirks, cocky smiles, and rebuttals equally as hot. In fact, she would push the extra mile just to finally see you crack.

– Jinx likes to think she's also hard to make flustered, but she's easy to make giddy

– if you talk to her about her special interests, give her a space to be her authentic self, and sprinkle a little bit of praise here and there, she will literally look at you with a sparkle in her eyes

– OH Jinx also loves to tease. But I think that's a given

– she always catches you staring at her while she has her welding mask on. It's like she has a sixth sense for those sorts of things

– when she catches you, she'll be like: "you're staring. what? do i really look that attractive while working?"

– you'll try to claim that you aren't, but she would smirk underneath her mask as she continues to work.

– if nail grazes make you squirm, trust Jinx will always be grazing her nails along her skin.

– She loves long nails and trying different colors anyway, so the fact that using her nails as another way to get her partner flustered is just a plus

– she would drag them up and down your back and arm. She would draw circles and swirls on the palm of your hand just to see your fingers twitch and curl from the gesture.

– whenever you guys are laying in bed, she would drag her nails up the delicate sides of your stomach and trail them down to your navel. using a claw hand, she would graze her nails up and down your stomach.

– obviously you would try to shrug her off or tell her to go to bed, but she would just grin and be like, "what? I'm not doing anything."

– she would giggle mischievously into your ear immediately after and all you can do is ignore her. or really push that you don't want her nails to be messing with you and then she'll back off.

– that is literally all i got LMAOAOAO.

WC: 589

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #arcane fanfiction #jinx fluff #jinx x reader #jinx fanfic #jinx #jinx league of legends #jinx arcane #jinx lol #arcane jinx #arcane fanfic

[crescencestudio]

Devlog #32 | 06.27.23

Hi everyone!

I'm here! With an Update! This is an exciting one because I am Finally releasing a Full! Game! <3 I will obviously still be talking about Alaris, but I am vibrating with excitement because I can't wait to release intertwine to you all! THE RELEASE DATE APPROACHES

Writing

Because we entered crunch mode for intertwine, this month was mostly focused on continuing to fill out Druk's route and my dissertation.

I didn't make as much progress on Druk's route as I would've liked (I was hoping to FINISH it, but Otojam crunch wrecked my ass). But I do have most of the route finished! At this point, I only have the final chapter to go, so we are Very Close! Druk's route is shaping up to be a really fun one. I like to sprinkle humor into all the routes, but because of Druk's character, there are a lot of funny (at least to me) cast interactions. I hope people enjoy it as much as I do because I have a big fat crush on him now!

Regarding editing, we are just about rounding out the last of Fenir's developmental edits (courtesy of local superhero dev Wudgeous of Herotome) and Kayn's line edits (courtesy of local royalty IF writer Vi of Next in Line). With Fenir's script coming up on the last of the developmental edits, that is basically two routes that are going to be ready for beta-testing after the updated demo, which is very exciting! I am extremely happy with how Fenir's route has turned out after some developmental revisions, and I hope you all like the sweet little (grumpy) baby's route!

Art

Again, most (all) of my attention was on intertwine art assets this month. I was focused on the rest of the GUI, sprite expression, and CGs so that the game will be ready for release at the end of this month!

I'm really happy with how intertwine has come out visually considering the two month time crunch! Many of the playtesters mentioned how they liked the GUI and overall aesthetic of the game, which---for my pea-sized brain that has no object permanence when it comes to compliments---meant the world to me!

Review of intertwine Screenshots (left to right, starting at the top row): Main Menu Screen, Options/Preferences Screen, In-Game Dialogue Preview, Exhibit Preview

For Alaris, I did still get some new backgrounds from Vui, and while they are beautiful, I can no longer share them since they venture into spoiler territory. Sorry folks!

I have a sneak peek of a little Something Something.

Adorable emotes for a certain Something Something! That's all I will leave you with for now <3

Additional Notes

I spent A LOT of this month coding. I re-entered programming hell to get intertwine up and running. There were a lot of features that I coded for the first time, like a texting interface, some animations, and one Special, Very Game-Centric Feature That I Can't Disclose Due to Extreme Spoilers. It was really rewarding to see it all come together, and I am pretty happy with the end result ^^

You don't even know the hell I went through to customize this texting feature

We also have a lovely voice actor for Van, which we revealed on Twitter. Max has been an amazing talent to work with, and I am in love with the way he brought Van to life!!

Finally, I spontaneously ended up working with Orpheo Fenn and Kija of Faefield Productions for a custom intertwine soundtrack. I've been wanting to work with them for a while, so I'm so happy we were able to collab!

No market research this month, except for the fact that I played Tears of the Kingdom a little bit in my free time ^^ I am so in love with Link. Also, I didn't see the appeal to Sidon in the first game, but for some reason in this game, It Clicked. Like I Get It.

That's all from me for this month. Look forward to an intertwine release in the coming days! I'm excited to get back into Alaris full-swing this upcoming month. I didn't think I'd feel this way after feeling oversaturated with them for a hot minute, but I miss my Alaris gang <3 See you all next month, and stay safe!

#alaris #devlog

[triviareads]

Note: I've linked StoryGraph summaries of every book to each title. Also, this round-up contains spoilers.

I'm going to take this opportunity to scream about some of my favorite Grace Callaway books:

Her Wanton Wager

(TW: References prior child sexual abuse)

This book immediately proceeds Her Husband's Harlot (my review can be found here). Are you looking for your next bit o' rough gambling hell hero? Grace has got you covered. Persephone (Percy) Fines enters a wager with notorious Gavin Hunt that she will not be seduced during a period of time in exchange for saving her brother from being hunted by Gavin because of his debts. What I wager Hunt doesn't count on is that Percy has basically no sense of self-preservation and (among other things) gets turned on after nearly getting killed lol. Regardless, he's into it. She's into it. We love Percy for it.

The Duke Who Knew Too Much

Never has there been a truer title— Alaric does know too much (sex. He knows sex), and lucky for him, Emma is deeply into that.

There were hints of it in the Mayham in Mayfair series, but this is the series where Grace clearly ventures into kink. This one features a CNC (consensual non-consent) scene between the hero Alaric and another woman that the heroine, Emma, unwittingly walks in on, and then when said woman is found dead later, Emma basically tells the cops what she saw without understanding it was consensual. And the hero's response to prove his innocence... is to kidnap the heroine and take her to a brothel to make her watch a BDSM scene. Also, I think Emma almost accidentally auctions off her virginity at some point?

Anyway if you vibe with this kinda of batshit energy, this is the book for you.

The Lady Who Came in from the Cold

I feel like there needs to be more HR about married couples going Through it, and this one does not disappoint. Marcus and Pandora have happily been married for like 12 years and are *that* Hot Couple, but then Pandora's secret spy past comes back to haunt her, and when Marcus finds out, he's pissed. Cue marital discord and misplaced jealousy/mild slut-shaming. Honestly, I'm glad Pandora took the drastic action (kidnapping) she did to get Marcus back on track. He deserved that. But yeah, this is a good one.

The Viscount Always Knocks Twice

Were you looking for a book that fed your desire for a Lillian Bowman-esque heroine and a Westcliff-esque hero? Look no further than this book. Violet's inauspicious first meeting with the stuffy Lord Carlisle involves her shoving him into a blood-red champagne fountain after he taunted her about her inability to spell. There really isn't much more to spell out: Violet will not be tamed and *hates* Carlisle, Carlisle is a stern stern man who is also deeply repressing his boner for Vi, there's a murder to be solved, so.... it works out great. Obviously.

Olivia and the Masked Duke

(TW: This is an age-gap relationship and Ben knew Livvy since she was a kid and he was older. Nothing inappropriate happened but I know it isn't for everyone)

It's Emma and Alaric's daughter! How full-circle we've come. Livvy is secretly works for a private detective agency called Charlie's Angels Lady Charlotte's Society of Angels. She's also wanted Ben, her older, widowed friend, ever since she saw him spanking another woman in the stables and decided that yes, she wants that. Obviously Ben is running for his life from her (at first) but Livvy will not be deterred, even as she worries marriage will stop her detective work. And her friends (and future heroines) are only encouraging of her pursual and honestly? This is the kind of girl gang shenanigans I live for.

Convergence of Desire by Felicity Niven

(TW: Attempted SA)

I can't say enough about how well-written this book was. The heroine, Harry, is neurodivergent, and while I am not qualified to speak from personal experience, I thought the rep was thoughtfully portrayed. Harry proposes a marriage of convenance to one Lord Drake, so she can continue her mathematical work unhindered (did I get very invested in understanding Fermat's Theorem? yes). Drake is a slutty slutty man who's basically been given carte blanche to have sex with whoever he wants by Harry as long as he doesn't disturb her, but obviously man cracks and starts falling for her pretty fast. There's this funny part in the book where he slowly introduces her to sex, and when she discovers the joys of masturbation, she's like "it's okay I don't need you anymore" and he's SO SAD it's comical. Speaking of sex, this is definitely a slow-burn in terms of that (and love tbh), but honestly? the pay-off is worth it.

Never Seduce a Duke by Vivienne Lorret

This book brought me so much joy (literally, I was laughing and screaming all the while- I could never read it in public), all while being very very romantic. The actual plot borders on ludicrous in the best way, particularly the first half that's a combination of a heist story, road trip, and mistaken identity. The funniest thing is Lucien being convinced Meg is some notorious seductress thief and every time Meg does something relatively innocent he's like "AH HA there she goes trying to SEDUCE ME with her FEMININE WILES". As for Lucien himself, Meg is hopelessly into his scientific approach to seduction which I love for her. The banter and flirting in this book are perfection, and I strongly recommend this book to like, everyone.

#trivia's book round-up #historical romance #felicity niven #vivienne lorret #grace callaway #booklr #romance novels #book recs

[spacegaynsfw]

OK Ok ok ok ok so LAST night. Ok. So. Lots of impact play. And bondage. I was. Like listen there is something almost therapeutic to me about bondage I just. Like. Being tied up and not able to move around.

Also. I was laughign bc Miss described this guy as “tall and stocky” and when he showed up at my hotel room at like 6’4” and built like a football player I was like. Well. She wasn’t kidding when she said tall

Thankfully he was overall fairly average in the meat department so I wasn’t struggling Too much with that given that he was. The first dick I’ve ever actually physically interfaced with which is kind of wild to think about but regardless

Things I learned:

1) Tickling, while unpleasant, is not the literal hell level of awful I thought it would be. It’s ultimately something that I am overall ambivalent to, but not something I’d put on a limit list.

2) Gagging is actually kinda hot oh no rkgnrjfdj like it’s a lot but it’s . Like it’s one thing when I do it to myself right but for some reason when I got someone sticking their fingers down my throat or shoving my head down on their dick it’s like. Hello. Also resisting for a split moment at first then having them calmly correct you and tell you to take it ????????????????????

3) I am not vocal almost to a fault LMFAO like he checked in on me so many times and I was checked the fuck out (in a good way) but he was like. “You sure you’re doing okay??” and I was like “trust me if you were hearing me speak coherent words to you that would be far more concerning” fjgjdndksn

Anyway. I had a really good time and I’m very sore and y’all wanna see my bruised as shit tiddies? Since tiddies are legal now and tumblr shut up I think this is art!!!!!!!!!

Obviously the right tiddy got a little bit more beaten up as shown in exhibit b there. And wow wearing a shirt around today was a little rough since I don’t wear bras. But hoo

Y’know what and while we’re at it here’s my booty

Also! Pretty bruised!! I just took that like an hour ago and it’s been more than 24 hours! I will say though (and I’m sure this is true for most people just bc like. Anatomy) the ass wasn’t as intense as the tits. Like, even vis a vis the marks left, I feel like he went pretty ham on my ass and thighs and stuff but it didn’t feel quite as intense and clearly didn’t leave quite as dramatic of marks, and he definitely was pretty hard on my tits but not as much?? Idk man it was wild.

I felt kinda bad because I was in a weird headspace and I wanted to cum and he was clearly trying really hard to get me there but I just like couldn’t ?? And I was like. Well. I mean. Oh well I guess. I think it was part position at the time and just that there was so much sensory input at that exact moment my brain was like . Absolutely not. But LATER he did actually get me to cum and then had the audacity to continue to use my hitachi on me ON HIGH and I was,,, dying. It was a lot. Good a lot! But a lot. And all that before HE got off (✨in me✨ nonetheless)

Anyway. In conclusion. 10/10 would recommend had a great time

#tori says things #max says things #my stuff

[frecklystars]

Who are all of your arcane f/os bestie!!

yooo bestie I've got a LIST

💋 Vi (voiced by hailee steinfeld. v obviously a lesbian. ultimate badass. hot as hell. i self shipped with her months before i started the show bc i KNEW i'd fall for her instantly. hailee steinfeld!!!! thank you to whomever made that casting decision bc otherwise I probably wouldn’t have felt motivated enough to watch the show at all)

🌠 Silco (looks like human!starscream if he were just 17% more fucked up + I love a disheveled mess of a man. also his lack of ass is amazing to me I love watching him walk away and seeing absolutely nothing following that backside, go king you’re still a tumblr sexyman)

✨ Viktor (accent!!! GORGEOUS HAIR. i want to kiss him and cook mac n cheese for us both. i can keep him company while he's up working on his science stuff, i can draw him pictures and i'll ask him to infodump to me just so i can hear that pretty accent of his until insomnia stops kicking our ass for 5 minutes and we can take a nap and cuddle)

💌 Grayson (HER VOICE!!!!! that woman can give steve blum a run for his money jfc it's so graveled and harsh like burnt glasspaper, like pebbles sanded over from rough waves at the beach. i am so, so weak for women with deep voices and this one is just... perfection)

🌟 Mel Medarda (SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I AM SO GAY. Move over Jayce I'm stealing ur girl)

🤖 That one robot councilor can have a kiss. he's a robot. i like robots. kissed and thrown into the pile

I think that's it. Caitlyn and Jayce both have potential to be kissed and tossed into the pile as well if I rewatch the series, but my three mains that I'm really fixated on are Vi, Silco, and Viktor my beloveds 💙💙💙💙💙

#anonymous #asks #self insert asks #thank u for asking btw!!

[izzyspussy]

In conjunction with my last ask: I know it's a reach but given that inviting a stabbing is supposed to be sexy, do you think there could be a metaphor in Stede goading Izzy into stabbing him at the right moment in order to win the duel? A metaphor that goes completely over all of their heads? I'm not saying Stede topping/domming from the bottom except for how that's exactly what I'm saying because I think it would mess with Izzy's head so bad (and make Ed salivate ngl) ~ blackhannet anon

absolutely inspired, yes. i was literally JUST thinking about izzy as a reluctant sub top, appalled at himself for somehow managing to find performing dom type activities even more degrading than having them done to him - especially, of course, in either situation when it's stede's orders he's following.

like. it's one thing, right, to give up to stede and let him have power over him and do whatever the god damn hell he wants with it, and like it. it's another thing entirely to be the one "doing" whatever things and yet still not have the power. with stede not only smug but also just genuinely having a lovely time, and nothing izzy can do could cow him - because izzy can't do anything but what he's fucking told, by his own choice! it's so hot infuriating!!

i can't find it now because this website does not function ofc, but there is a post i reblogged about how the whole stabbing thing was such an identifiable to queer people scene vis a vis a more experienced mlm teaching a less experienced one how to safely be penetrated, and then stede using the lesson and asking for reassurance and whatnot, that obviously included the duel in the metaphor. though tbh it could have talked more about the fact that it was izzy! anyway. here's hoping you have seen or do see that at some point i guess.

#jack facts #jack chats #ofmd #blackhannet #otplus #lime

[astroboyanalysis]

2. The Hot Dog Corps

I've always thought this was one of many Astro Boy stories that would lend itself very well to a more serious and adult remake, (a la Pluto) but this one with a distinct horror vibe. You know. On account of the body horror.

Atom (smiling serenely): wow Mr. Tezuka you're getting really angry can we change the subject

Anyway obviously he makes a good point here. Could talk for a while about cultural double standards especially when animals like dogs and cats are involved. But like, this is an explicitly sympathetic story to the dog and animal testing is a thing we do. So I feel like it should have been allowed to show but I do understand different countries have different standards surrounding what is deemed "appropriate" for children to think about and see. America's just very strange in general to be honest.

Wow that's awesome Mr Ban. I do not want to dog sit for you ever btw.

First really funny gag so far imo. You go Kenichi have a dog treat.

Okay this is interesting to me and probably no one else. Tezuka put little gags in like this if he thought it was getting too serious, which is fine and normal - but it's been less than a page since the last gag. People say we have short attention spans now (and we do) but entertainment has basically always vied for your attention and had to constantly jump around and dance and say LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! DON'T LOOK AWAY!

anyway I love you hyoutan-tsugi don't listen to him

Ban confirmed in debt (joking. or am i)

normal way to act yeah. Fuck up this guy's car and probably kill him with fire and then drown him and also steal his dog and be like. Tee hee hee... stupid idiot... hee hee...

Smiling his angelic little smile like "Did you break the law and endanger others mister teacher?"

God hes just so cute. There's gonna be a lot of "ohhhhhhg my god.... ghgh,h,..... oghgh h look a him...." probably. but ohghghghggggg g loook at hi

Excellent use of class time man

Now's probably a great time to mention you'll notice a heavy focus on like school and child development and stuff in my analysis - I'm a student teacher in Elementary! So I think about this kind of thing a lot and it sticks out to me as a result. Anyway.

Great gag. There's some good ones in this story.

Okay because I'm reading it physically but using an online version for images, most online versions stop abruptly right around here so I don't have good pictures. I'm sorry in advance for the wonky pictures I took.

Idk grand duchess it kind of seems like your fault because you decided to kidnap dogs instead of just having someone train them for you at your bigass winter palace or whatever the hell.

I love how evil things are here. You just dont get cartoonishly evil villains nowadays (because I don't watch kids TV all that much I suppose. But also there's a general trend toward movies and shows without cartoonishly evil villains that I've noticed which is interesting. Suits reality a little better since most people won't be like YOU SEE! I'VE DONE IT SO I CAN KILL AND MURDER! MUAHAHAHA! when you ask them about their motivations in doing something.)

HOLY SHIT THERE WERE PEOPLE IN THE SHIP THEY BLEW UP I get that this is the point but I don't think I ever noticed that before lmao.

Oh hes so cute.....

This is strange as their minds are dog minds and therefore they probably shouldn't have robotic movements. A keen observer like Atom should be able to recognize that they're not all that organized when compared with robotic timing.

"Aren't supposed to be able to" just indicates to me that it's a limitation imposed by creators to align themselves with the laws of robotics and avoid getting in trouble, which I would think would also mean people could make robots that can kill and there's really no reason they wouldn't be able to do that. That said it would be very strange for the story if robots really could be used as weapons as easily as they can in real life. But unless you categorize a machine and a robot differently based on their AI and self determination, I would think it is easier for a robot to kill humans as they don't have to take it into account at all if they aren't programmed to.

That said, in the world of Astro Boy, the laws of robotics are absolute and people do not really break them. They just do an insane workaround loophole like. I dunno. Putting dog brains and nervous systems into robot bodies. Shit like that. I suppose if they were laws that could be broken, that would be really interesting though. It would be like something the United Nations has agreed on so a country caught doing something against it would be refused trade and that kind of thing. So they'd have to be sneaky.

I'm getting off topic.

Okay so there are human workers in the fortress, but all the guard members are cyborgs.

(Annoying guy voice) BUT I THOUGHT HE ONLY LISTENED TO BAN!!!!!!

strong contender for funniest panel so far

REALLY good way to show 2 days have passed this is awesome

To be honest it makes sense to me that a traumatic surgery and event like having your nervous system and brain stripped out and put into a new shape and new environment and shit would make you forget most things. Really sad.

actually devastating im not kidding

Ok yea sure. Literally why though. Atom you do it because you're the main character I guess. This is where I really appreciate Pluto's realism in that Atom is used more as a figurehead and symbol of peace than like. a functionally useful substitute for specialized jobs.

Then again because he's recalling where it was in the next panels, it's possible this is more a result of not having functional and immediate satellite imaging at the time this comic was being written, so you would need someone who knew where they were going to lead you there.

This would indicate to me that there is a temperature Atom's circuitry is not able to function at due to it being too low, but Space is colder than this so I think that is not the case (or we can say it's not the case that space is cold in this universe). Anyway it's slightly less horrifying than him potentially being trapped in ice and aware of the passage of time and fully cognizant so I do see why Tezuka did this.

Also he's shapes.

(The rest of this post will be continued in a reblog as you can only have 30 images per post)

#astro boy #mighty atom #tetsuwan atom #completely forgot how LONG hot dog corps is god DAMN that is a long story #i thought it was gonna be a 1 sitting run through but it really was not #I should have split this up by the sub chapters. Oh well!

[moonspower]

Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

✨ anonymous. meme. still accepting!

he would, but i can't guarantee that he'd thoroughly enjoy it to the fullest. he... you know. he's like ' this is the most immature shit ever, why are adults doing this ' about it. virote would just rather hold out to build suspense + excitement and then just fuck when you see him instead of playing the fanfiction.net version of hitting him up on kakaotalk. he'll do it. but eh lol. it has to be some immaculate wording and well crafted sexting. like as shameless as virote usually can be, he's like... ew over sexting a lot of the time lol. like in his early 20s and when he was like 18 - 19 he got it, but now...?

guy: i'm stroking it. vi: bop it, spin it, flick it, pull it, twist it, shout it, and whip it since we're out here playing games.

virote would send photos! and he'd put on his sunset lamp and everything, you're getting artistic shots. you're getting paper magazine type materials. or, something a little artsy and intimate. he always has to impress... he does Not half-ass.

porn? nah... lmao. for him everyone always looks so uncomfortable + not into it or it looks overly staged. even the kind that's supposed to be ~ real and amateur ~ doesn't really do much for him. why should he give a shit about two or more people having sex... if he's not getting any, he doesn't care. also the dirty talk and the obviously-fake-as-hell moaning. nah... low value production, shit lighting, bad camera work, no one is hot on his scale. not in a fun camp way either.

vi's hypersexual due to trauma and his mental illnesses—on the condition that his libido is stifled by his medication a lot—but him being a cinema snob even wins over THAT.

he does read smut. hell, he'll write it himself. in terms of magazines, maybe some hentai doujin he bought when he was in his early 20s thats about it.

#🌙 ABOUT! CANCERIAN SUN SHINING IN THE EVENING. #anonymous #/ he'd rather just fuck at that point cuz the rest is just wasting his time.

[gordhanx]

I posted 3,076 times in 2022

That's 127 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Helluva Boss and/or Hazbin Hotel for the fandom ask!

Going with Helluva Boss, as I am most familiar/passionate with that one. Now:

who i will protect at all costs: Most of the main cast, but definitely Octavia. The poor girl has to deal with a crumbling family, a screeching mom and who knows what else.

who deserves better: Again, Octavia deserves SO much more than what she's got. Stolas & Blitzo too.

who was killed off too early: Not really anyone. I guess, it would've been fun to see more RoboFizz before the real one showed up.

who i used to hate but now i love: I was not a fan of Pilot & Episode 1 Stolas. Just came off as a weirdo and an asshole. Then Loo Loo Land happened, and now I just want this sad, adorkable owl to be happy dang it!

who i used to love but now i hate: I remember being interested in the Cherubs when they first show up. Now, I can't be bothered to give a single damn about 'em.

who needs to be killed off asap: Stella. Easy target sure, but the sooner she's out the better everyone will be.

who is unfairly hated: I don't know if they're hated necessarily, but I feel that a lot of people don't like Agents 1 & 2. They were fun goofballs, who made for good antagonists.

who is unfairly loved: N/A

who needs to sort out their priorities: Blitzo. Stolas too, but absolutely Blitzo. That guy is just one ball of mess and issues, I can't even begin to unpack.

who needs a hug: Will someone please give Octavia some hugs?!

who needs to get out of their current relationship: I don't know if they're still together, since the latest episode hinted they might be divorced, but Stolas & Stella need to stay FAR away from each other.

who the writers love: Given that Brandon's part of the main cast, it's little wonder that Blitzo gets the most development and character out of the cast.

who needs a better storyline:My god, have they given Millie barley any development. Really hope that picks up during Season 2.

who has an amazing redemption arc: Does Stolas' revelation in Loo Loo Land count?

who is hot af: Loona. Wolfgirl rocks the goth-etqteique HARD!

who belongs in jail: It's Hell, most of these people belong in jail.

who needs to be revived from the dead: Mrs. Mayberry deserved better.

2 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#4

If still up for the character ask, how about Jinx?

It is certainly still up!

OTP for them: Honestly no ships really comes to mind for Jinx honestly. I guess, I like Ekko/Jinx pretty well sometimes.

BROTP for them: Obviously there's Jinx & Silco. And while I know it's impossible now, part of me still hopes we get to see her & Vi make some kind of amends. Also, I would love to see her messing around with I.M.P.

Other ships: Maybe Jinx & Viktor could work out?

What kind of fic I’d write about them: I'd just love to see any fanfic, where Vi managed to find Powder before Silco, and the two grow up taking care of each other, while living through Zaun and taking down Silco. That, and I'd love some crossover fanfics, where she got adopted by some other people. I can see SO many fun possibilities. I can imagine Blitzo, taking her under his wing and raising her to be his adorable hell raiser and loving every second of it.

A favorite canon moment: That whole flare scene was absolutely haunting. So much emotion in just one bit. Honorable mentions include her working to her theme song, her fight with Ekko and the finale.

Color that reminds me of them: Blue! Beautiful, clean blue.

Song that reminds me of them: Well, there's obviously Get Jinxed, but I also love Gasoline by Halsey and Monster by Imagine Dragons for her.

A headcanon about them: She has a major sweet-tooth. Her favorites include pop rocks, cotton candy and anything blueberry flavored.

A random AU I think up on the spot for them: I'm a fan of reverse AUs, so I'd like to see maybe a universe where Vi ends up in Silco's hands, and Jinx tries to save her sister. This would probably be around the time she was Powder, though I wouldn't mind a time skip.

Anything else:

2 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

Pacifica and Dipper

big spoon/little spoon: Dipper/Pacifica

favorite non-sexual activity: Hiking

who uses all the hot water: Pacifica

most trivial thing they fight over: Can't think of anything at the moment.

who does most of the cleaning: Dipper

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Pacifica

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Dipper

who steals the blankets: Pacifica

who leaves their stuff around: Dipper

who remembers to buy the milk who remembers anniversaries: Dipper

Who cooks normally? Dipper

How often do they fight? I'd say about three times a month.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Dipper's usually outside discovering new things or catching up with his family. Pacifica's mostly window shopping.

Nicknames for each other? You know Pacifica would call him Mason, when she's REALLY angry with him. Otherwise, she'd say Dipp. Sometimes Dipper will call her Pacific.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? I mean, Pacifica is still rich.

Who steals the covers at night? Pacifica

What would they get each other for gifts? Dipper would get her a new dress or some other fancy item or clothing. While Pacifica would get him something fitting his crytptozoology interests.

Who kissed who first? Pacificia.

Who made the first move? Do you honestly think Dipper would make the first move? No! Pacifica.

Who remembers things? Dipper.

Who started the relationship? Pacifica.

Who cusses more? Pacifica.

What would they do if the other was hurt? After they make sure the other's okay and getting help? Sue the hell out of/beat up whoever was responsible.

3 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#2

Rin Tohsaka

OTP for them: Shirou Emiya is my main go to.

BROTP for them: When he's not being a backstabbing jerk, Archer has some great chemistry with her. Other than that, Saber and Lancer are fun. Also, I'd picture Waver would make a fun mentor for her.

Other ships:  From their brief interactions during the UBW final episode, I can see her and Luviagelita having a fun rivalry/relationship going. Can't think of any crossover ships right now.

What kind of fic I’d write about them: I'd love to write a something involving her saving Sakura and trying to fix her family, after all the shit they've been through.

A favorite canon moment: The first one that comes to mind, is her effortless beating the crap out of Medea in a hand-to-hand fight. Plus, her cute date with Shirou & Saber, before Castor shows up was great.

Color that reminds me of them: Red and Black obviously.

Song that reminds me of them: At the moment One Woman Army by Porcelain Black comes to mind. Maybe also Queen by Loren Grey & Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

A headcanon about them: I can picture her being as being a closet bisexual.

A random AU I think up on the spot for them: It would be interesting to see an AU where she ended up in Sakura's place. Also, maybe one where she and Lancer becoming the Servant/Master pair.

Anything else:

4 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

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[mypabulousscarf]

oil and water, huh

#veeery soft en ess eff double u apologies guys lol #arcane #caitvi #violyn #caitlyn x vi #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman #violet arcane #my art #theyre so good… i cant stop rewatching this damn show #basically i want caitlyn to kith vi’s bandaged hands and thats all i ask #also. obviously. vi is hot as hell. so

[caitlinsnicket]

˚꒰ pegging them for the first time {arcane preference}

╭・characters; jinx, vi, caitlyn, ekko, silco, viktor.

┊ warnings; nsfw, obviously. there's a link to a sex shop in each character, so be mindful of that if you click on it! afab reader.

╰・ a/n; i'm aware that these are dildos, not straps, but let's just pretend, for the sake of this hc. sorry for any typos. if you'd like to support me, here's my ko-fi.

| jinx

she's the one who suggests it

one morning while you two are talking about sex and things you's like to try out

"if you had a dick, that'd be so hot"

when you agree, she gets right into it

researches the best place to buy one and asks you about you favorite color and shape and stuff like that

whispers the dirtiest things in your ear

"i want you to fuck me until i can't walk"

shows up randomly with a huge package in hand

you open it and it's huge

like

huge huge

she got the biggest version she could

looks like a unicorn's horn, just less pointy

is so excited she forgot to buy lube, so it had to be put on hold for another day

but then the night came

she was splayed in the bed, legs up, her face glowing with excitement

you prep her and lube the dildo up, but she can't stop wiggling under you

"stop teasing me toots"

you enter her slowly, but she just can't help herself and she keeps trying to sink deeper

you don't want to hurt her, but she doesn't care

is sore for about a week

still asks you to fuck her silly all the time, but you need to look out for her because she can take it too far

rides you so fast you can barely keep up

melts after cumming a lot

her prefered aftercare is comfort food (a bunch of candy) and a fluffy blanket, with all the cuddles

| Vi

"i don't think you understand what you're asking for, kitty"

she uses the strap and other toys on you regularly, but it never crossed her mind that you'd be interested in that

takes some time to actually accept the idea, but eventually just thinks about it like 'you only live once'

acts all tough and flustered when you ask her to go strap-shopping with her

a brat tbh

in the end chooses one that doesn't look too much like an actual dildo and pays everything in a hurry

she's splayed in the bed, nervous as hell, and barely stretches the first time you try to prep her

she wasn't ready the first time

she feels like she'll get weaker if she let's go of control like that, also it's a bit of internalized misoginy

but after a night where you had her creaming her pants from how hot you looked riding her, she decided to try again

this time she's sitting on the edge of the bed, you kneeling in front of her, and she watches your every move

after preping her and stretching a little, you manage to push the tip in, and she throws herself back in the bed and wiggles her hips trying to get more friction

you just freeze

"please, kitty. don't make me beg"

you fuck her slowly, watching how se reacts, making sure she's comfortable and enjoying herself

when you start touching her clit though, she loses it

spasms her whole body, and as the strap hits her g-spot, it triggers a second orgasm

her brain turns into mush and she falls asleep right after, and doesn't even feel you cleaning her up and tucking her to bed

she asks you to use the strap whenever she feels vulnerable, weak or tired

it's good to feel taken care of

her favorite aftercare is cuddling, but she also appreciates it when you run her a bath

| Caitlyn

she wants to ask about it, but you're faster

"well, we can arrange that, love"

is both excited and shy about the whole thing

orders a custom strap for her, and shows you her idea to see what you think of it

when you two settle for a model, she finishes her order and awaits patiently

it's not lenghty, but it's thick, with a pointy and curvated head, a soft texture and a bunch of little balls

plus, it's a mix of pink and purple, so she thinks it's pretty

she had other toys, but she wanted something that would be yours too, to feel closer to you

so, she puts on a cute lingerie, preps herself and helps you put on the strap

she sits you back in the bed and lightly squeezes you throat, smirking at your whine

"easy there, love. let me guide you"

she places your hands on her hips and sinks down, riding you in a slow and deep way, almost not making a sound

then, you thrust upwards, and it's like something breaks in her head

she sits there, mouth open and eyes closed, holding on to your shoulders for dear life

bites down your shoulder as you fuck her silly, whining and moaning, until she sinks down completely and cums around the synthetic dick

it takes a while for you to realize that she squirted all over you, and even longer for her

you carry her to her bathroom and prepare a full bath for her, with scent and bubbles

she relaxes there as you clean up the place, and later she lets you brush her hair and make her a cup of warm tea

then you tell her what happened

"i did what?"

she blushes furiously, and apologises, but when you tell her how hot it was, she kisses your cheek, beaming with pride

takes you on her lap and you two fall asleep in a huge chair in her room, cuddled together

her favorite aftercare are a warm bubbly bath and pampering, +cuddling

| Ekko

you two are talking nonsense, just chatting

then the sex topic comes up

"i bet you can't last more than i can"

needless to say, you won

my boy can go a bunch of rounds, but he goes fast

then you said you wanted to fuck him with a strap he laughed it off, but then just got really flustered

"you for real babe?"

tries his best to hide his excitment, fails miserably

tells you to buy the strap and not tell him how it looks like, because he wants to be surprised, his only ask was that it wasn't too big, because he wasn't sure he could take it

you end up buying a model that would be easier to get inside him, in a small size, and custom it to be very comfortable and good for him

is actually fascinated by the whole process of preping his hole, and as you explain it all to him he just gets harder and harder

new turn on: you explaining things to him

he bends over in a table and closes his eyes, trying to relax

you just push into him and it hits all the right spots, he teaches your name to the neighbours

you just stay still and watch as he fucks himself, rutting his cock against the table and biting his own fist

he cums at least thrice that night

it's a common occurence from then on

looooves it when you fuck him hard and leave him with shaky legs

his favorite aftercare is cleaning up (usually too tired to bathe right away) and snacking, +watching something

it also becomes a common topic of conversation with his friends

"yo, have you ever been pegged before?"

| Silco

this bitch

you two are just hanging out, him working on some papers and you just reading

"have you ever though of pegging, my dear?"

you choke on air, eyes wide

he tells you how pleasurable it is and how good it makes him feel, how pretty you'd look with a huge cock attatched to you

you just nod and agree, because he's so close and he smells so good

he starts by fingering you and getting you wet, and then he leaves the room for a few minutes

turns out he'd already bought a strap for you, and had all the necessary things to be fucked

he ties your hands behind your back and puts the strap on you, taking off his clothes in the process

what happens next is the most erotic thing that's ever happened to you

he positions himself on top of the dildo, but doesn't actually sinks down, stroking his shaft in a lazy motion and stares at you

"who's a good toy?"

propusefully has you imobilized so he can fuck himself without your interference

you moan and whine but he just keeps riding you as he wishes, stroking himself and getting lost in the moment

you almost cum from the sight alone

he does cum, all over your face, and then he sets you free

pushes you to the wall and eats you out as if he's gonna die in five minutes

after finally letting you cum, you two fall asleep on the floor, shaky legs and all

his favorite aftercare is words of reassurance and physical affection

| Viktor

okay so viktor was bored one day and decided to test some joke projects

the hextech strp-on was the chosen one

so after projecting and building and tinkering, it was done

he didn't actually think it was gonna work, but it did

he just had to test it

then you came in his lab and he just had the perfect idea

cue you running back and forth bringing everything you two are going to use

he bends over and awaits, his ass bare and proud in front of you

he almost cums from your fingering alone, but tries to hild himself back because he has to pay attention to the strap

he's taking notes btw

tries so hard to pay attention and not doze off but your fingers just feel so good

then, after he's lubed up, you start fucking him with the strap

the hextech just enhances everything that he's feeling, and he can't get enough of it

the runes he choose do something else: they vibrate

oh boy

he get's overstimulated very quickly, especially after you start to jerk him off

when you prop his hips up a little, he cums automatically

hextech strap-on project: success

his favorite aftercare is being praised and being pampered (brush his hair and massage his hands, pls)

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[m3dardas]

BOULEVARDIER.

part four of whiskey sour

minors do not interact 18+ only

modern!violet x fem!reader

warnings: cute date stuff, intoxication, cute banter, fluff, friends to LOVERS... oh and smut, facesitting, fingering, oral (fem!reciving).

blurb: you and your favorite roommate go out to finally get to know each other more, ending with a very touchy evening.

author’s note: ok now this is probably the last part and it’s long so so grab a snack!! this IS NOT PROOFREAD IM LAZY. also, thank you all for reading and enjoyingggg <3 btw vi looks so hot in this pic yet so funny lmao

“I think I’m going to stick with being a lover... Not a fighter.”

You were doubled over, leaning on your knees to catch your breath. Violet was a boxer for reason — just how you were a bartender for a reason. What she called a date, was wearing you out in the worst way possible. But, somehow, you enjoyed it.

Even though, you were sweating your ass off.

Violet seemed to get a huge kick out of it, too. She held up two rectangular pads that were slid over her hands. She’d instructed for you to punch the pads giving everything you had. The pink-haired riled you up just so you release and punch the pads with all your might.

“It’s hard to believe that you’re a lover and not a fighter.” Violet snorted, stepping back and dropping her padded hands. You dropped you jaw, still huffing and puffing to bring air back into your lungs. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Did I not immediately offer you a place to stay? That’s pretty loving if you ask me.” You stood up, placing your hands on the skin of your exposed hips. Violet did that thing again where it seemed like she towered over you. She stepped closer to you, “Loving, huh?” only to walk past you.

She took off the pads, placing next to a platform — also known as a boxing ring. You followed, rolling your eyes. “Loving as in, I care about you and don’t want you on the street shaking a cup for change — I thought we’ve already talked about that.” Violet hopped into the platform, reaching her hand down to you. You giggled, taking it gently.

She pulled you up, placing a comforting hand on your waist briefly. “Thanks for the sentiment.” Violet gave a slightly awkward tight-lipped smile. She walked to the side picking up two padded helmets.

Her exposed skin was misted with perspiration. Fair skin slightly flushed from the little amount of exercise. Her tattoos showing down the back of her biceps and peeking around the nape of her neck. Violet was obviously in her element, and was feeling really comfortable. You could tell by the looseness of her walk — it was very cool. She was even flirting with you a little bit.

It was really hot, but you were trying to take this slow. Get to the girl in another way than what you were used to. Trying.

Vi placed one of them on your head, staring into your eyes with ultimate interest. Ugh, her eyes were just so... Gorgeous to look into. It wasn’t the color or the coolness of them — they were just naturally sparkly. They glimmered and they gleamed. And it made your stomach jump in circles.

“Alright, you wanted to learn how to fight. So, we’re gonna do some sparring — now that you’ve got some technique under your belt.” She tapped your head, then put hers on. Violet was really submitting to the teacher role. Because you’re you, this was the perfect date. Seeing her be as happy as she was — that was the real beauty of it.

Also, how could you really learn anything when she was looking at you the way she was.

She’d wrapped your fists when you first arrived, super slow, creating conversation. All to prepare you for this moment, right here.

To fight your date — or, to spar your date.

“Okay, paws up.” Vi instructed, putting up her fists. You mirrored her, only for her to put them back down. Like a copycat, you did the same but she shook her head. “No, keep ‘em up. I’m just comin’ over to fix your stance.”

There was a look of concentration as she walked towards, analyzing you body. She sauntered behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders. Then, placed them on your hips. Violet squatted to adjust your feet, pushing one foot upwards inline with your shoulder. “Awe, look at you, helping your date out with her stance.” You teased, looking down at her.

She glanced back up at you with a crooked smile. “I gotta help my girl out. Can’t have her looking foolish in streets — being that I’m the one that taught her.” She stood up, immediately widening her eyes at her words.

“Hm. Your girl?” You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head. Violet was about to correct her words, already shaking her head. “Well-“

“No, I like it. It’s easy on the ears.” And it definitely heated you up a little bit — atop of the defined tatted muscles in your face.

She walked back over, blush rising onto her freckled cheeks under the helmet. “Now, fight me, hot stuff.” You grinned, prepared to take on the challenge. “And don’t go easy on me.”

“I’m definitely going easy on you, y/n. After all, this is a date.”

“You’re right it’s probably for the best.” You sighed, shrugging. While your ego demanded that she treat you like any other brawler, so you could thoroughly try to whoop her ass — it wouldn’t make sense. You just learned all this stuff, and she’s been doing it for years. In the streets too, for some of them.

Violet chortled to herself, curving her shoulders inwards awaiting your advance. Not going to lie, you were a little nervous. Even after growing up in Zaun, you realized fighting wasn’t your thing. That doesn’t mean you haven’t did it all, though. You just didn’t make it your career.

You threw the first punch, but it was weak and she dodged. Of course, it was weak — you didn’t really want to hit her. Even if you did put up the front that you were going to kick her ass. “Come on, y/n. That’s all you got?” She spoke behind her padded fists.

Huffing, you did another, but she missed. You cursed under your breath. “Remember what I told you. Don’t throw your fist, bring it down — hard.” Violet instructed, navigating on her toes.

She had to have been expecting you to punch in the same spot, since you already did it twice. So, instead, you thrusted your fist into her side with much more force. It knocked some air out of her, a smile peeling onto her scarred lips. “Atta girl.”

Yeah, she should say that again... Sometime.

That must’ve been her green light to start participating. She lightly thrusted her fist towards your padded head.

You were managing her hits, and she was definitely managing yours. You’ve come to realize sparring is actually fun. Boxing itself... Not so much. It permanently bruised and cut up your face. Violet may look good with it, but you weren’t too sure about yourself.

Sweat dribbled down your forehead, heaving slightly. You just know you’re going to wake up sore as hell — all the muscles in your body were working overtime. But you wanted to keep up with the hot girl who was teaching you. And you were doing a damn good job, until she knock you in the face a bit harder than she intended.

Because you’re dramatic, and love to get rises out of people — you fell to the ground. Maybe even producing a convincing sound of pain. Violet hit the parting on your head, not you. You just happen to be an amazing actress.

Violet swears, running over to you. Her eyes nearly welling up in tears. “Oh, my G-God — y/n, are you okay? I’m so sorry.” She takes the patted helmet off, picking up your head. “Fuck, this was such a shitty date.” You had closed your eyes, scrunching up your eyebrows. A slow smile grew on you lips, causing the young woman hovering over you to sigh.

“I didn’t think it was shitty.” You opened your happy eyes, wrapping your hand around her wrist.

“You’re the worst.” She let go of your head, allowing your hand to slide from her wrist to her hand, pulling you up. “We should probably head out.” Violet took off her helmet. There was a slight look of regret in her smokey eyes. The pink-haired was so easy to read — she wore every emotion possible on her features. And in her shoulders.

She’d turned her back, walking to the corner of the boxing ring. She began unwrapping her hands, rolling her shoulders every two seconds. You sighed, approaching her from behind. Placing one of you wrapped hands on her shoulder, you slid yourself into the corner she was trying to hide in.

“Vi... We were sparring. You were supposed to hit me.” You rubbed your thumb against her dewy skin, peering into her dilated eyes. “I actually find it really endearing that you’re a little upset for punching me — I’m glad you care.” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood. You drift your hand up to her face, your thumb caressing her freckled check.

You leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, sliding your hand down her defined shoulder. “I’m happy you took me here.”

“I’m glad you liked it — most people don’t like this stuff.”

“Whose most people?” You raised a teasing eyebrow, parting your lips slightly.

“Obviously, not you.” Violet grinned, leaning against the ropes of the ring. You nodded, smiling just as large. “Obviously.”

Violet reached for your hands to help take off your wraps. You willingly placed your hand into hers, her thumb briefly rubbing over your knuckles. “Does this mean I’m up for teaching you how to make drinks?” You lifted your brows, as her fingers worked to untie the material from between your fingers.

She hummed, glancing up at you through her thick eyelashes. “I mean, if you want. But no pressure.”

“Of course, I want to.” You grinned, as she let go of your hands.

“You’re not too tired from this? I wouldn’t wanna ware you out.”

Your date hopped down from the platform first, taking your hand to help you down. Despite her harsh exterior, she was such a softy. Easily flustered, stumbling with her words — and sometimes had the charm of a gentleman. Which you hoped to see more of tonight. You narrowed your eyes at her, squeezing her hand. "I can handle being a little worn out."

She blew raspberries out of her lips, holding up her hands. “Shit, my bad.” A smirk pulling onto her scarred lips.

“But, let’s get outta here before I change my mind.” You took her hand again, pulling her outside of the gym. Intertwining your fingers while you walked to car. Violet did have other plan for the two of you, but she wasn’t going to say anything right away. The pink-haired wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to take advantage of all the time the two of you could finally have.

The more time you spent with her, the more you were beginning to like her. You’ve practically had a thing for her ever since her third visit to the Whiskey Lantern. She was just so effortlessly her — it was adorable. And you might’ve had a thing for the brawny type.

The drive back to the apartment definitely added to the experience. It was karaoke night in that vehicle. The both of you singing terribly — purposely. Or she was just a terrible singer and didn’t want to admit it.

Once the two of you got home, you hopped into the shower. Just to remove the smell of sweat and exercising equipment from your skin. You told her to meet you in the kitchen, so you could teach her how to make some of drinks you make at work.

Unbeknownst to the other idea that Violet had planned for later that night, you threw on some cute but comfortable pajamas. Heavy on the cute. Technically, this was still apart of the date. So, you threw on a pair of thin slinky shorts — that happened to be pretty short. Wearing a cut wifebeater that exposed a good portion of your abdomen. You topped off the flirty set with your usual fuzzy socks and a pair of house slippers.

The house was a lot colder than you anticipated.

You didn’t leave your room until you sprayed the only expensive perfume you owned on your neck, creases of your elbows, and behind your knees. You were prepared to be a walking aroma of irresistibly. Before you left your room, you peeked out seeing, her door shut. She was probably changing, and her bathroom wasn’t inside of her room like it was yours.

You trotted to the kitchen, pulling out a few of your cocktail ingredients. There wasn’t as much as there was at the bar, but there was a good amount. Sometimes you’d host parties at your house — when you had the time. Or if you catered for a Piltovian event, you bring some of your own favored brands.

A sigh fell from you lips as you, took to the chalkboard in your kitchen. You wanted to make this lesson less wordy, and more hands on. Writing down the measurements of the three drinks you were going to make, would be a lot easier. Then, in between the two of you could... You know, talk.

The powder had dusted into your hands as you wrote neatly on the rough black patch on you wall between your cabinets.

The door to Vi’s room had opened, revealing her much fresher body. Seemingly, the two of you were thinking the same on the base of looking cute and comfortable. The only difference is that she wore a pair of maroon fitted boxer briefs. Paired with a grey wifebeater — which was longer than yours. The only skin that was showing was her firm legs and muscular arms. Her dark magenta hair was wet, and the front was pulled back with a clip. Little pieces finding their way out around her face.

She even smelled just as good.

The scent was different though, but just as irresistible. It had a masculine twang to it — teakwood combined with smell of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day. Maybe with even a hint of tobacco. You turned around with a smile, just as you were setting out glasses.

“You ready for the coolest lesson of your life?”

Violet rounded the island, walking with a casual coolness that excited you. She sauntered, her hands swinging by her rounded sides. The pink-haired leaned her butt against the counter, placing her hands on the cool cement behind her. “Fuck yeah, I am.” She smirked coolly, making ripples of attraction run through you.

You hummed, “That’s the spirit.” taking the bucket of nicely sliced ice that you already in your freezer.

“Wow, you really set this up for me.” Violet picked up one of the short square glasses, surveying the bottles of liquor.

“Yup, and if you haven’t noticed... Most of the bottles are different types of whiskey. Because I know that’s your favorite.” You paused, eyeing her with a teasing grin. “My apologies for not having Jägermeister.”

The pink-haired chuckled shaking her head. “Look, I don’t like it that much. I was just... Wanting to try something new.” Violet shrugged, raising her thick eyebrows. You looked over, crossing your arms under your chest. “Hm. Seems like it. Especially, with Elora being your bartender...”

“I feel betrayed, Vi.”

“I was actually hoping you would.” She rocked on her feet, looking off into the ceiling. Your mouth dropped open, a humored scoff emitting. “So, you were being just as scheme-y as me?”

“Potentially,” Violet shrugged, walking closer to you and the chalkboard. “What’s this you got here? Our agenda?” She scanned over your neat handwriting, with bits of admiration. Everything about you seemed seamlessly elegant.

Everything that she was not — which was quite intimidating. “Yeah, it’s what we’re gonna be making.” You kicked off the counter, grazing your fingers along her exposed shoulder. Violet’s heart warmed at your drinks of choice, seeing how they all revolved around whiskey. The pinky was a whiskey girl through and through — and it was endearing to se you notice that.

After all, she was your favorite regular at the start.

She then followed behind you, back to the station with all the glasses and bottles of alcohol. “So, when your making alcoholic drinks, most of the time, you actually want people to enjoy them.” You pause, nodding towards the whiskey bottles. “Especially, when it comes to whiskey. That’s the type of ingredient people prefer to enjoy — but, I’m sure you know that already.”

She nodded, simply listening to your spiel. Something about you going into full teaching mode was so... So... Hot, to her. Your eyebrows moved with intention, while you explained what made each of the whiskey’s different. You even managed to allow her to taste each and every one of them. “A big part of bartending is know what your using to make the drinks. Tasting is always considered the best part of learning.” You grinned, taking sips of the rye whiskey — watching her do the same.

“Now, first up... We’re making a Boulevardier. It’s like a Negroni, but with more of a bitter taste.”

“Ooh, it sounds... Fancy.” Violet squints her eyes, leaning against the counter. You snicker, pulling all the ingredients in front of you. “It does, doesn’t it? I mean, it kind of is — look at this glass.” You hold up the petite glass — that resembled a much shorter wine glass. The bowl wasn’t as tall, and was much wider.

Violet picked up her own by the stem. “It’s... James Bond-y.”

“It’s definitely James Bond-y.”

You grab two mixing cups, placing one in front of her. “Okay, so, this isn’t a drink that needs to be shaken. It’s stirred — pretty classy, huh.”

You’ve made this drink a few times for mostly Piltover natives. It was sophisticated, but incredibly strong. Like a punch to the face with every sip — at the same time, refreshing. While you preferred other drinks for yourself, this one was still such a great option. It’s an undercover route to getting absolutely plastered in a short time.

As the teacher, you show your student first. Pouring the ingredients in rather quickly. Earlier you had witnessed Violet in her element, and now it was her turn to see you in yours. Her eyes glistened as you spoke quickly, with your hands moving even quicker. You finished with skinning an orange peel to twist and drop inside of the mixture. “Wanna taste it?” You offered, holding up the drink.

“Sure.” Violet leaned forward, allowing you to feed her the Boulevardier. She took a swig, shutting her eyes tightly. A giggle fell from your lips, taking a sip from from the glass yourself. The flavor shot through you like a rocket. “Damn, that’s strong. I love it.” The pink-haired, nodded blowing air from her mouth. “Can I have another?” She leaned forward, for you feed her some more.

“Violet, how about you make your own — then, you can taste it however many times you choose.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She feigned a childish look, peering down at her empty mixing glass. “Where do I start?” She immediately looks to you, with anxious eyes.

“With whatever. As long as it tastes good.” You shrug, glancing down at her confused hands. Violet looked back at you, egging you to tell her specifically. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you instructed. She simply just wanted to hear your direction. “Fine, the vermouth.” You slide the glass bottle over towards her, eyeing her with amused irises. The pink-haired glanced over to the chalkboard with the measurements. Putting her bottom lip between her teeth.

You warmly chuckled, watching her with dreamy eyes. “You’re cute when you’re all focused.” You smile. “You get a little wrinkle between your eyebrows.” You gesture with your finger, pushing between your own eyebrows. Violet scoffs, switching bottles to pour the next ingredient in.

“Thanks for pointing out my wrinkle.”

“You’re welcome. It’s really fuckin’ cute.” You sipped your Boulevardier, gazing at her through your eyelashes. The booze was getting to you a little bit, but you were a champ. There’s no way that it can take ahold of you like it used to.

She begins mixing her concoction, looking over to you as you steadily sipped at your drink. “What made you decide to be a bartender, y/n?” Violet inquired, glancing down at her sloshing creation. You slightly hid behind the small glass, keeping it under your chin.

“My mom used to run this liquor company — it was illegal.” Vi laughed under her breath. “And I used to steal some of the bottles, and make terrible cocktails with them. I mean absolutely horrid.” You took another sip of the Boulevardier, watching as she strained her drink into the similar glass as yours. “She made sure to tell me just how bad they were — just so I could get better. So we could be a powerful mother-daughter duo... Taking Zaun and Piltover by storm.”

You giggled, taking another sip. “Then, she got arrested — you might know her!” You point out with raised eyebrows. Eyes glancing down at her fingers peeling the orange. She dropped the twisted skin into the glass, picking it up between two fingers. “You’re a funny drunk, y/n.”

“I’m not drunk... I’m moderately tipsy. Drink up, so you can catch up.”

“Let’s see,” Vi sighs, taking a sip of her own drink. You watch as she taps her tongue against the roof of her mouth to really taste it. Her eyes slightly twitching at the bitterness. She frowns, impressed with her own work. Violet pushes it towards you to taste, you leaning forward to allow her to feed it to you.

“Holy shit, you’re a natural, Violet!” You cheered, holding up your hand to high-five her. “Maybe, until you find another trainer and promoter — you should consider working for the Whiskey Lantern.” The alcohol was definitely getting to you, because you haven’t drank alcohol in awhile. But, you meant what you said — or maybe you just wanted to be around her twenty-four seven.

Normally, first timers don’t make drinks as good as hers. Violet may have added a bit more Vermouth to the drink that advised, it still was a total hit. “You don’t mean that.” She shook her head, leaning her hip against the counters

“I do, though. I would love to have you.” It took a minute for you to process what you said, but then you went back to correct it. “We would love to have you.” Internally, you punched the air. The boulevardier was definitely loosening your screws. “We could literally carpool to work.”

“Carpooling with you would be a good time guaranteed.”

“I fucking know.”

As the alcohol in your system increased, so did the possibility of you swearing. Of course, you cursed like any other human in the world — but when you were drunk... That’s a whole other beast. Violet sipped at hers, beginning to feel the very buzz you were experiencing a few minutes ago. “But, I mean, spending time with you in general is a guaranteed good time.”

“I could say the same for you, Vi. And you’re easy on the eyes — which is double threat.” Your strides were short and slow, as you downed your drink to place it on the counter. Approaching your date, which only took a few steps, you placed a gentle hand on her bicep. A high pitched laugh falls from your lips, ceased by the coverage of your fingers. You scrunched your eyebrows, looking at the dazing pink-haired. “Are you flexing..?”

She looked around, resisting a smile on her scarred lips. “No.”

“You so are!” You smacked her arm playfully. “You’re lucky you’re hot. You can easily get away with this stuff.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“I know you’re hot.” You respond, indefinitely. There was no arguing with Violet’s appearance. She was absolutely stunning and you wondered if she knew that. The pink-haired had already made some sort of assumption that she had no chance with you — when she could get anyone.

Violet downs her boulevardier, placing it behind her. Your hand drifting up her arm, feeling the divots of her sculpted muscles. Traveling up, lightly with your fingers, you curved over her shoulder — advancing towards her jaw. Running your thumb over her sharp jawline, completely entranced by her simple but sharp features. “Do you know just how gorgeous you really are, Violet?”

Your question had leaned away from humorously drunken — to drunkenly introspective. She shrugged in response. Delivering a weak smile — that exposed her.

Your thumb ran over the scar on her top lip, then to the one in her eyebrow. “Everything about you... It’s just... So real. And raw.” Her eyebrows furrowed, hands latching onto your hips — pulling you closer towards her body. “I’ve never seen anyone fight like you before — I went to one of your matches.”

Her face scrunched up. “Wait, you did? Why didn’t you say anything?” Violet questioned, subconsciously leaning closer to your face. You shrugged, a sly smile on your lips. You went to see what all the hype was about. Her face was on every building and light post, so you snuck out of work just to a glimpse.

“I told my co-worker I was having period diarrhea, so I was on a time crunch.” Her head nuzzled into your hand, causing you to naturally push your body into hers. Pushing her butt into the counter. “You snuck out for me?”

“Just for you,”

Your voice had become velvety as you spoke, eyes glazing over with desire. However, it wasn’t purely sexual. You just really liked her, and the whiskey was dragging out your sober thoughts.

Both of your hands of found it’s way to her face, pushing pieces of her pink strands behind her pierced ears — examining her face as if you were an artist. And she just let you. Her freckled cheeks flushing with maroon. The surface of her skin heating up slowly under your touch.

Violet had averted her eyes, looking away from your strong gaze. “C-Can you kiss me, y/n?” She asks, with a very low tone. Unsure if you heard correctly, with a smile you follow her gaze with your head. Forcing her to look you in the eyes. “Say again,” You wonder, sliding your hand to the back of her tatted neck. Gently tugging her forward, but with not enough conviction.

“Can you kiss me?”

“I definitely can kiss you...” You tease, a smile coursing over your plump lips. Violet sighs, a dry laugh falling from her lips. To keep up with the restriction of what the pinky really wants, you press you lips to the shiner on her eye, then the scar on her top lip. A low groan emits from her throat, as she takes the initiative to place her lips on yours.

Your gasp was muddled by her mouth moving passionately with yours. One of her hands, ascended to the side of your neck — Violet fully taking the lead. Both of yours hand’s switched. Hers going above, then yours going below. She nipped at your lip for entry to the grand tour of your mouth. Tasting nothing but the bitter flavoring of a cocktail.

The pink-haired was curious kisser. She was excited and willing to explore — all the while, pushing her body flush against yours. It’s like she wanted to be enveloped in your skin. You furrowed your eyebrows as a moan was muffled by the movement of her lips. Her tongue massaging you tongue with efficiency.

Your fingers grazed the skin under her shirt, running up her back. Feeling the ridges of her well deserved muscles — even the little swells of the artwork permanently imbedded in her epidermis. You’d come to realize she hadn’t been wearing a bra, feeling nothing getting in the way of her soft skin.

She pulled away, you leaning forward for more. Violet’s lips were parted, with completely dilated irises. Your fingers still roamed the skin of her back and obliques, bottom lip fitting between your teeth. “I want you to act more, and think less.” You say, hands slowly descending to grope her full ass. Taking a two handfuls of her firm glutes, looking at her through your eyelashes.

Vi breathed, a slight whine pulling from her throat. Her eyes pleaded with you, but was also filled with uncertainty. You were glad she stole the first move from you, but you might need to take it back — at least, until she can handle it. “Are you thinking?” You leaned closer to her, placing a open-mouthed kiss on her sharp jaw. A shudder immediately ran through her body. Slowly, you moved down the thin skin of her neck. Your hands gripping at the skin of her hips.

“A little bit.”

“Stop.” You purred next to her ear, nibbling on the shell, gently. One of her hands trailed to the nape of your neck, the other squeezing your shoulder. Her fingers at the very edge of your hairline, threatening to scratch at you roots.

Airy moans fled her lips, her chest heaving under you. As the hunger grew within you, you accidentally pushed her more into the counter — causing her to outwardly moan. Nipping and sucking at her neck, your hands moved up her torso, stopping just under the crevice of her breasts. “I want you... So bad.” Violet moaned, breathily. Her eyes were fluttered shut, massaging the back of your neck. “I’ve always wanted you...”

It’s like she was pleading her case — as if you weren’t going to indulge her. In her ear, you spoke. “I’ve always wanted you... To do this,” You plotted a hot kiss under her ear. “And this,” You placed another one — more so on her neck, but it was much slower. “And... This.” You met her lips messily, trying to find a compatible rhythm.

At this point, she was sold. And so were you.

You’d finally groped the fat of her breast, squeezing and grazing over her hardening nipple. Because of your intoxication, your nerves were numbed. If this was any other time, you’d be incredibly nervous — you were just good at hiding it. You lips traveled to the other side of her neck that has yet to be scoured in your affection.

One of her hands pulled your from under her shirt, placing it over her mons. You pulled away with a smirk. “So hasty...” She looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “I want you, y/n.” Violet repeats, as if she was in a trance.

“R-Right here? In the kitchen?” You stuttered, your eyes darted around her face. Her bottom lip slips between her teeth, her shiny eyes engulfing you.

“I don’t care.”

“What has this drink done to you?” You giggled, removing your hands, and taking hers. Her cheeks were hot and flushed, reflecting off of her fair skinned shoulders. “I adore you too much to fuck you in a kitchen — it’s our first time together, Vi.” You took her cheek in your hand, rubbing your thumb down her eyebrow.

Her glazed smokey eyes blinked at you, the lustful clouds in her mind fleeing for just a second. “I want us to be comfortable. While we...” Your other hand began to feel her up, maintaining eye contact. “Explore each other, you know?”

“Y-Yeah...” Violet breathed, falling under your command.

You hummed, pulling her hand to exit the kitchen. “Is your room fine? I still need to wash my sheets.”

“You’re talking about washing your sheets... Just as you’re about to-“

“Yes, Violet. Marina was on those sheets..”

She rolled her eyes, squeezing your hand. “Fuck, don’t remind me.” Vi grumbled. You yanked her into her own room, shutting the door and leaning against it. Jealousy causing the pink-haired to cross her arms, folding in on herself. You push off, swaying your hips towards the young woman.

“Don’t shut down on me...” You tried, grabbing her by the hips to pull her towards you. Her dilated irises meet yours, one of her hands reaching up to your face. Violet grazing her thumb along your bottom lip — desire taking place of the jealousy, or mixing together. “I’m not shutting down... I just can’t stand that you fucked her.”

You moved your hands to anchor at her biceps, while her hands held your face. Her thumb just itching to slip between your swollen lips. You noticed a switch being turned on in Vi. A sort of possessiveness that you’ve only passively seen. Whatever it was, it was creating a pool of your arousal in your underwear. Seductively, you gazed at her through your lashes, easily switching roles. You slid your hand down her forearm, just to guide her thumb into your mouth.

Sucking on her thumb, you batted your eyes. Swirling your tongue around it, not being afraid to let some of your saliva run down her hand. Popping her finger out of your mouth, you spoke. “Well, make me forget about her then.” You held onto your words flirtatiously.

Violet was stunned, even in her drunkenness. Her bottom lip falling between her teeth. Next thing you know, you’re crossing your arms to peel your shirt off. Then, stepping out of your flimsy shorts and underwear. Just when you took off your clothes, Violet was already hot on you — kissing your shoulders, groping at your tits. You willingly melted into her. Giving her free reign to do what she pleases to please you.

You began to fumble with her clothes, grasping at the shirt on her back. She listened, snatching off her shirt and tossing it towards the corner of the room. Heavy breathing bounced off the walls of her dim room. Before you knew it, she was naked just like you. Her body was just as impressive as you imagined. With your lip between your teeth, you walked backwards towards her bed. She followed you, reaching just to place her lips on you again. Feverishly, she tangoed with you lips, pushing a moan out of you.

Her hands descended to the curvature of you ass, groping harshly — slightly lifting you to your toes. She pushed you onto the bed, an excited giggle falling from your lips. Violet was quick to be on you again, not wanting to leave your body unattended for too long. Immediately, she connected her scarred lips to your neck. Placing her bare thigh between your legs.

She sucked hard, her hands drifting down to hike your leg up by your thigh. Gripping at the firm flesh, she trailed her lips down towards the swell of your breasts. Her teeth nippling at the fat, while looking into your half-lidded eyes. Your hands tangled in her damp strands, urging her to just go a bit lower. Her tongue danced around you sensitive nub, your hips bucking lightly against her strong thigh. She pushed her leg against your bare pussy, knocking a breath out of you.

She finally took one of her nipples in her mouth, her other hand playing with the other. Twisting and pulling, while her teeth tugged and nipples on the hardened peak. Violet moaned against you breath, rocking her leg against you. You release a breathy moan, scratching at her scalp. “Fuck, Vi...” You voice fell off, as she popped your nipple from her mouth.

Her eyes hungrily never leaving yours. She attacked the other perked nipple, suckling and flicking with her tongue. Her leg still rocking against your sopping cunt. “I need more of you.” You whined, pulling at her hair to look up at you. The sight of her naked body on yours could make you come undone, right there. Her cheeks were flustered, smokey eyes hazy.

She wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

Violet gave one more kitten lick to your sensitive nub, causing a shudder to run through your body. “What do you want of me, y/n.” Her voice was light, leaking with sensuality. Her hand massaged the flesh of your ass, urging you to keep grinding against her leg — which you kindly obliged.

Your hips rolling against her thick thigh, furrowed eyebrows — trying to formulate exactly what you wanted. “I w-want your mouth.” You sighed, forking your hands through her wet hair. She slipped fingers between your legs from the outside, opening her mouth enticingly as she circled your throbbing clit. Your hips abruptly bucked, a stricken whine releasing from your throat.

“You want my mouth where?” She raised an eyebrow, slowly playing with you. You rock your hips faster, trying to get more friction from her finger. Violet began placing noisy open-mouthed kisses around your areola, skipping over your sensitivity. She dragged her finger from your wet folds, up your body to play with your nipple. Coating the peaked nub in your slick — enhancing the sensation.

Your breath hitches, the corner of you lips curling slightly. “On me.” You whined, bucking your hips for friction. Violet stabilized your hips, pushing them against the mattress. Her lips wrapped around your erect nipple, licking all up your arousal like a lollipop. She trailed her lips down your sternum. Your back arching in anticipation. But, then she looks back up at you. “Is this what you want?” The pink-haired resumed, plotting hot kisses along your perspiring skin.

You breathed heavily, massaging at her scalp — slightly pushing her head lower. You shook your head, biting your lips to suppress the lewdness itching break free from your throat. “My mouth is on you.”

“I want your mouth... On my- my pussy.” Your voice was low, ridden in the shame of your words. Just because the alcohol removed your inhibitions, doesn’t mean you didn’t think after the fact. Plus, Violet’s ministrations were sobering you up. The liquor was exiting through your pores.

Violet hummed, showing her teeth in a domineering grin. She sat back on her knees, running her hands down your bare thighs. You spread your legs with need, giving her a full show of your glistening cunt. Your hands reached to your breasts, tugging on your nipples at the sight of her sitting between your legs.

The pink-haired gripped at the meat of your thighs, as she slowly brought one of them up. “You want my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours?” Her lips meeting the skin of your inner thigh. Her tongue licking a short line across your skin.

You nodded quickly, rubbing your other foot against her hip. “Yes, please.”

She laid on her stomach, adjusting your legs over her shoulders. Her feet kicking in the air behind her. She was about to get to work. She plotted a soft kiss in the crease of your pelvis — dangerously close to where you needed her. You felt her cool breath against your throbbing clit and clenching hole. “Please, Vi.” You begged, threatening to pushing your heat to her lips.

Her sharp eyes locked on you as she spread you with her fingers. She brushed over your clit intentionally, causing a ripple to run through you. The young woman delivered a kitten lick, still gazing up at your from between your legs. A nasty smile was spread on your lips, watching her while you played with your erect nubs. “You’re so fucking beautiful...” She mumbled, averting her eyes to the glistening folds before her. Her arms hooking around your thighs, keeping you in place.

Violet wrapped her lips around your throbbing bud, flicking her tongue and suckling on it. You gasped, your mouth falling open. The pink-haired between your legs, shut her eyes — eating you out like it was the last supper. “Violet... Fuck.” You moaned wantonly, reaching for her already tangled hair. Her tongue lapped up your pussy, spending a little extra time near your hole. You slowly rocked you hips, but her strength stabilized you.

She looked up, with glistening lips and chin. “Let me do all the work. You’ll get your turn.” Violet returned back to your aching pussy, lapping up all of your juices. One of her hands snaked from the crevice of your thigh, to prod at your clenching hole with her middle finger. “Yes, yes,” You chanted, nodding with your eyes fluttered shut.

Her finger entered you, welcomed by your silly walls. “Oh, fuck.” You swore, feeling the intrusion. Every place in your body began to tingle at the curling of her fingers inside of you. The grip on her scalp getting tighter — which only caused her to growl into your pussy. You moaned loudly, getting closer to your release. Her eyes looking up, just see your expression when you came. Violet added another finger, increasing her pace. “Shit, shit — Violet- ah!” You could barely complete a full sentence.

The tightness in your pelvic area getting tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Violet’s muscles flexed as she fucked you with her fingers, and sucked on your clit. Your breathing got heavier, until it labored completely. Warning you of the burning sensation that was gathering between your legs. “Just like that... Just like tha-“ The muscles in your stomach tensed, clenching the young woman between your legs. You body wanted to curl like a shrimp, trembling through the immense pleasure that showered over you.

Violet lightly licked at your clit, riding you through your orgasm. Your breath got hitched in your throat, shuddering roughly at her mouth still lingering around the sensitive bud. “Vi-Violet,” She looked up innocently, licking her lips. “Get up here.” You order, a tired smile painting onto your lips.

She crawled up your body, straddling your waist. Her lips pressing against yours, groaning into the kiss. Your hands anchored at her firm waist, on of them drifting towards her round glutes. The taste of you was prominent on her lips. Was it conceited to like the flavor of yourself, or were you just horny? You squeezed her ass, earning a gasp from her a her lips disconnecting from yours. From the squeeze, she’d leaned forward — her breasts dangling in your face.

Perfect handfuls, perked and flushed. Her grey eyes looked down at you, asking nonverbally. With no hesitation, you took one of her nipples in your mouth. Squeezing the fat of her small breast, you suckled, making suggestive eye contact. Her scarred lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed, in pleasure. Little heaved breaths coming from her lips.

Your hand rubbed along her thigh, caressing her soft muscular skin. You flicked her hardened peak with your tongue, using your other to play with her lonely breast. “y/n, finishing where you left off, huh?” Violet breathed, looking down at you. Her hips jerking slightly. You popped her nipple from you mouth, earning an airy moan from her.

“Mhm, that’s if you want me to.” You grinned, hands still rubbing up and down her thighs. “I remember you wanted me here...” You moved one of your hands between her legs. Pushing past the short magenta curls, dipping your fingers into her warm arousal. Violet rocked forward, her head almost hitting the headboard. Spreading it around her pussy, your kept your eyes on hers — she was struggling to keep them open.

She hummed, biting on her bottom lip. “You remembered c-correctly.” She chuckled into a whine, falling to her elbows beside your head. Her nipple just dropping into your mouth. Rubbing her slick around her clit, you sucked on her sensitive nub, taking glances her. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, rocking her hips to the movement of your fingers.

You prodded at her hole with your middle finger, the swiping back up to her clit. “Please, fuck me, y/n.” Violet pleaded, bucking and rocking her hips against your fingers. “I wanna feel you...” She whined in a voice you’ve never heard from her before. It was just as raspy, but much needier. Violet reached on her hands between you two, pushing two of your fingers into her cunt.

Nearly losing her balance, she brought her arm back up beside your face. You didn’t even have to do any of the work, she began grinding on your fingers. Vi leaned back, sitting up straight on your two fingers. She was so hot and bothered, that she wasn’t to use your fingers for own pleasure — and you definitely couldn’t argue because it was a sight to see.

Her tits bouncing from her eagerness, face scrunched up trying to chase her orgasm. You could’ve sworn if you let her continue for two too long, she was going to break your fingers. And a hospital visit isn’t hot.

“Hey, stop, stop...” Your other hand, flew to her waist, stabilizing her quick movement. Her eyebrows furrowed, eyes softening. “What... Was that too much?”

“Definitely, not. I just... I just want you to sit on my face.” You hesitantly expressed, drawing circles on her hips. Her mouth dropped open, her cheeks flushing more than they already have been. “S-Sit on your face? Like... My whole body weight on your face?”

You giggled, squeezing at her hips. “Uhm, yes. That’s what I would hope for.” Desire pushing through your dilated irises, glancing down to her wet folds that were sat on the lower part of your stomach.

Violet shifts uncomfortably, or just to get some friction on her throbbing clit — she’s not slick. A bashful smile peels onto her scarred lips. “What if I suffocate you?”

“If I had a choice to die between your thighs... I would take it.” Your hand massaged her firm thigh, looking up at her through your thick eyelashes. Tempting her like you’ve been doing all night. “You don’t have to, though. But, I would really enjoy it.”

Your trail your hands up her body, groping her tits once more — you were kind of a boob person. Her hands sealed over yours, her hips grinding against the lower part of your stomach. “I’ll do it. Just let me know if you start to pass out, please.”

You laughed, watching as she climbed over you. Putting each knee beside your head, and anchoring her hands on the headboard. “I probably won’t... Might enjoy it too much.”

“y/n, please.” Violet pouted.

“Fine, anything for you.” Your eyes glimmered at her sopping pussy above your face. She lightly sat, gripping the headboard to hold some of her weight. You managed to get a few licks in, causing her legs to shake beside your head. Instead of allowing her to half step, you wrapped your arms around her thighs, pulling her to sit on you face. Her spread cunt landed onto your lips — just where you wanted her.

The pink-haired gasped, looking down at you for you let well-being. You began lapping at her throbbing pussy, humming against her. “Are you o-okay down there?” She wondered, shuddering at your ministrations your preforming with your tongue. “Oh, fuck, y/n.” Vi sighed, furrowing her thick eyebrows.

You looked up between her strong legs, sending her a wink. Just before tightening your grip on her, then going to town. You slurped lewdly, moaning into her — which caused abrupt reactions from the pink-haired woman above you.

Violet had a thing for using people to get off, apparently. It was hot, but she obviously really liked it. She rode your face, grinding against your lips and nose — chasing after her high. The noises coming from her mouth were like heavenly bells. It made you want to reach between your legs again. Her tits bouncing above you, her abs tensing then releasing.

You reached up to play with one of her nipples, twisting and flicking. Then you squeezed and cupped her full breasts — Violet reaching up to seal her hand over yours. To be honest, she was dense, so her fast movement was doing a number on your neck.

But it was all worth it. She was lovely, and so was her pussy. It would be an honor to go out in the name of her.

“Fuck yes, y/n.” She cried out, her chest moving rapidly up and down. “God, you’re so perfect.” She moaned, looking down at the enjoyment in your eyes.

Next thing she knew, she was coming — and coming hard. A lewd moan emitting from her throat, and you were sure the neighbors heard. One hand clenched the roots of your hair, the other atop of her hand on her breast. “Fuck...” She breathed, getting off of you, then dropping to the mattress.

You snickered, crawling closer to her. Honestly, you weren’t completely satisfied — she was just so... invigorating. Your lips were hot on her jaw, leaving open-mouth kisses leading up to her lips. She moaned as she tasted herself, her hands pulling you closer to her damp naked body. You hooked your leg over her hip, laying your arm under hers to caress her tatted back.

Violet pulled away, her skin glowing like never before. You pushed magenta pieces from her freckled face, surveying her beauty. “I thought we weren’t supposed to sleep together on the first date — according to sex in the city.” Vi voiced, her hands playing in your hair.

You scoffed, a tired grin appearing on your lips. “I’m not sure if that applies to us, Vi... Wait you watch sex in the city?”

“Sometimes...” She shrugs, causing your to laugh, pecking her on her swollen and blushed lips. “I mean, technically, it’s our second date.”

“You’re amazing,” You giggled, forking your fingers through her hair. A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two of you. Her smokey eyes barely leaving yours. Her thumb going up to caress your cheek adoringly.

Her eyes averted for a second, gaining the courage to ask. “Was I good enough... For you?” She wondered, her eyes soft and sensitive. You scrunched your eyebrows, running your thumb over her hairline. “Oh, baby, of course you were. You topped Marina on the scoreboard, for sure.”

“You have a... Scoreboard?”

“Metaphorically, yeah.” You shrugged, the smile never leaving your lips as you watched her roll her eyes. Your took her face in your hands, peppering a bunch of kisses on her skin. “I really like you, okay? Nothing’s gonna to get in the way of that — you’re already rooted too deep.” You chuckled to take the weight off of your confession.

The corners of her lips curled, her cheeks blushing simultaneously with yours. “And I really like you, y/n. I’m just still trying to get used to someone like you... Liking me...”

“Someone like me? I could say the same for you, Vi.” You paused, sitting up. She followed you, attached to your warmth. “Do you know how many girls came up to me at the bar asking if you were single?” You raised your eyebrows, placing your hands on her crossed thighs.

“Girls came up to you asking that?”

“Fuck yes, they did. And do you know how many I had to lie to? All of them!”

Violet giggled, putting her hands on yours. “What’d you say?” She leaned forward, her eyes filled with admiration. “I told them that you were dating this girl named Matilda.”

The pink-haired bursted into a laugh, cocking her head back. “No, the fuck you didn’t. Matilda — why Matilda?”

You shrugged, giggling loudly. “I wanted them to stop asking me questions about you — plus, I liked you so. I guess I’m Matilda, huh?”

Vi smiled broadly, drawing patterns on the back of your hand. Her eyes fondly looking over every inch of your naked body. “So... I’m not considered single anymore?” She speaks, causing your eyes to widen briefly. Violet had teasing energy, pulling at your hand to intertwine with hers.

“I mean... Not if you don’t want to be. According to Matilda.” You rolled your eyes playfully, ogling her naked body, with a desiring smirk.

She hummed, scooting closer to you. “Hm... Well, Matilda, I don’t wanna be single. Not if I have the option of spending all of my time with you.” Your heart expanded, a laugh of unbelief releasing from your lips.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you leaned forward sealing the deal with a kiss. Your hand, reaching up to cup her jaw. Crawling on top of her, you pushed her back against the mattress. “You know just what to say, huh?” You began, trailing wet kisses along her jaw and neck, riling yourself and herself up again.

She giggled, her hand caressing the back of your neck as you descended her body. “I actually have to tell you something.”

With a look of shock, you snapped your head up. “What?”

“Don’t give me that look — I just had more plans for us tonight. A reservation at Soren’s.” She massaged your scalp comfortingly. “It was a surprise, but I didn’t really expect us to do... All of this — not that I’m complaining.”

“Soren’s? As in Piltover Soren’s?”

“There’s only one... I think.”

You sat up on her abdomen, leaning your hands against her shoulders. “How the hell did you manage to score a reservation at Soren’s?” Your eyes scanned her freckled face, with bunched eyebrows.

Soren’s was one of the newest, yet hottest places for dinner in the Uppercity. It was normally inhabited with politicians and the really rich people of Piltover. It wasn’t about the expenses of the food, it was about the class hierarchy in the place that enabled others from going. You had to have some sort of name for yourself to even get a seat. Which is what confused you about the whole situation.

“I fought for one of their promotional events. I won the fight, so they guaranteed a spot for me anytime.”

“Holy shit!” You collapsed her into a hug. Her strong arms immediately wrapping around you, firmly. “Oh, I have to get ready.” You pulled from her arms, kicking your leg over her body. Her hand reached out to you, grabbing your wrist from your hasty movement. “We still have some time. No need to rush.”

“But I need to shower... We need to shower.” You smirk, tugging her hand out of bed.

Violet sighed. “Yours or mine?”

tags: @syddsatyrn , @usertwenty1 , @nobarastfu , @lost-fantasy

#vi arcane #vi arcane league of legends #arcane imagines #vi x reader #violet x reader #arcane smut #vi x reader smut #part four

[st-just]

buddy, i swear to you generic hot blooded street kid is more of a personality than she had in game.

Like I said, I'm not complaining! It's a good enough personality for the leads of like half of all shounen and a decent fraction of action/adventure movies.

And, like, pairing her with Caitlyn does make her seem more interesting by comparison? Though that sounds meaner than I really want to be.

But, like, I am a terrible person and I'm always more interested in characters where there's some genuine moral ambiguity and narrative tension about what sort of person they really are about them. Viktor, Mel, Jinx, Silco, hell even Jayce have that in spades. Vi and Caitlyn are just so obviously the heroes of the piece, you know? (As is Ekko, but he’s got such a cool mad science aesthetic that it mostly makes up for it. Also is a really minor character overall).

#reply #anon #television #arcane

[piltoverfinest]

This is a rant. I am just warning you all. I don't actually expect anyone to interact with it. I am just...talking to myself I guess.

Am I the only one who's scared they are not actually gonna go through with Cait and Vi in the next seasons. Not just saying season 2 but just...not at all. Ever. That they'll leave it at flirting and teasing, bringing them close, giving us information to keep us hanging in there between seasons, making it 'obvious' but just never 'confirming' it in any way at all?

I mean, that would be fine I guess. Not everything always needs a lable, not everything needs to be said out loud but...it's such a common thing for LGBTAQ+ relationships on TV. Yeah, it's obvious but no one ever wants to cross that thin line of confirming it so they don't get in trouble. And that just hurts, regardless. I just...at some point I just want them to say it. I don't want to always have to read between the lines. I am tired of it!

Maybe I am the only one, maybe I've been burned one to many times by media that teases people with what they wanna hear and see and then never, ever gives it to them. Then denies it ever existed in the first place. For whatever reason. It's good enough to bring in fans, to keep them hanging on, to keep them interested but not good enough to make it happen.

Granted, the show is not about Vi and Cait and whatever is between them only, obviously. I do not watch the show for them only, of course not. And there is a whole lotta plot that needs to happen, a lot of open questions that I am curious about that have nothing to do with Vi and Cait together. I also know there are a lot of you that do not ship Cait and Vi. That think the whole thing is rushed and stupid. That's okay, too. Stick to your opinion, not everybody wants the same. But I gotta be honest, their connection is what drives me, personally. I am not gonna lie. It has a grip on me like nothing else in a long time. Hell, I started writing fanfics again after 7 years of absence.

Honestly, idk where I was going with this. I am just scared it will happen again. I am gonna get pumped and be sure that they'll follow through bc the writers are into it and it's so obvious. Also, I know there are confirmed gay characters in LoL but then, a game and a high-end TV show are two completely different things. And then it's gonna be over and I am left hanging in the air because everything is left 'open' and to 'our own imagination'.

Maybe I am not even allowed to be so concerned about it. Like, yeah, I am attracted to women, I am bi, but I am married to a man. So maybe some would say I got no place to talk and wish and beg for some kind of 'confirmed' representation of WLW. Especially if it's done so well. Maybe that's not my place. Who knows. I just know I am scared of beging pumped about something and then being dropped like a hot potato.

Okay, that's it. This is just my anxiety. Bye :)

#piltover's finest #caitvi #rambles #Rant #Really I don't expect anyone to answer #I don't mean to hurt anyone or something #I am just a confused bi girl that's way too invested in those two ladies #rosie rant

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lavender latte: vi

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hawks | takami keigo x reader

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warnings: none really! reader’s foot booted, but that’s about it.

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well. here we are. thank u to everyone for reading this sweet, sweet story. we’re not through it yet, but i’m happy to offer a meal with this chapter. enjoy lovies. beta’ed by the lovely love @keiqos​. 

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You had several problems after returning to your apartment from the hospital. One of your coworkers was nice enough to drive you and your things back, but quickly the niceties stopped and your vague hell began.

Exclusively being on crutches sucked. Navigating your apartment and trying to live somewhat normally was a massive pain. Even just showering was a task that sapped most of your energy. Standing one-legged and balancing made your body ache with a deep soreness, especially the first few days you returned.

This was not even to mention the unpleasant dreams you were having.

‘Unpleasant’ & ‘dreams’ were a nice way of putting it.

You could recall that during your first night in the hospital, one of your doctors told you of the possibility of experiencing a few post-traumatic symptoms. Considering how out of it you were at the time, it was unsurprising how you brushed it off.

The reality was much harder to ignore.

...

Cars revving.

Shouting.

Shattering—

 Your eyes flashed open, chest heaving and brow covered in a fine sheen of sweat. 

Fuck that.

It was the same dream, an obvious recreation of the stimuli of the event. Though it was scattered in your memory, the dreams made it horribly vivid and vibrant despite lacking detail. The sounds and smells of that day clung to you as you shook your head, forcing yourself into wakefulness. 

Your comforter was thrown from your body, and you shivered as cold air rushed over you. As jarred as you were, you still swung your legs off the bed, readjusting your boot and your aching leg, half-heartedly glaring at your crutches.

Your apartment wasn’t terribly set up to get around with your limited mobility, but your difficulty functioning didn’t help your overall mental state. Everything was just harder with the boot on, and you did your best to work with it. 

Being locked up in your apartment added to the hellishness of it. You were so used to the stimuli and social environment of the teashop, it felt like a cold water shock when you were confined to your home entirely alone except for your cats.   

You could, of course, try and venture out into the world. But, it was still winter and the ice-covered sidewalks didn’t seem like the best place to try and crutch around. 

Within the first day or two, you resigned yourself to your three-week fate of being holed up. 

You had a laundry list of things you could do. Shows and movies to watch, places in your house to clean, your cats to pet, but—

You still had far too much time on your hands.

A lot of your newfound time in the first few days was spent on your back, leg propped up, and draped in ice bags, musing over Hawks.

Hawks.

Holy fuck.

You couldn’t avoid it, couldn’t stop it. Just thinking about him made every part of you swirl and thrum like you were listening to some sort of contently-chorded song and you were more than happy to play it on repeat until your ears bled. Maybe that feeling towards Hawks had always been there (it had), but now you accepted it and stopped holding yourself back as much.

You never thought the idea of someone squeezing your shoulder would send you into literal fits of giggles and butterflies, but boy, did it. Not to mention all of the careful touches and gentle words you two had shared in the aftermath of the attack, though the memories were hazy. What you did remember and cherish was the warmth of him, quirk activated or not. Each time you recalled it, your gut fluttered and your hands twitched.

Your ceiling was the most interesting place to look in your apartment. The plain texture was the perfect canvas to allow your memories of the sweet interactions the two of you had shared to play like comforting reruns. The commercial breaks of these daydreams were the texts exchanged between you and Hawks. 

 Keigo couldn’t stop thinking about you either.

It wasn’t as distracting as it once was, as he had been more liberal with letting himself text you. The high number of messages between the two of you was maybe ridiculous, but he was a fast texter and you seemed to have plenty of jokes and banter for him to share in.

As good as the texting was, it was also nice to check-in on you and your recovery. You seemed more annoyed than anything else, but Keigo wasn’t so much of an idiot as to think you weren’t in any pain or struggling at all. Though you didn’t explicitly tell him or show him, he was familiar with the pains of healing and could infer some things about your state. 

Keigo tried to brighten your day as he could. ‘Hawks’ still had plenty of hero work to do, especially with the information extracted from the recently detained syndicate members. Despite this, he took as much time as he could to stop and send you little snippets and messages which hopefully would help you smile a little.

 It did, of course. Just talking to Hawks did.

You had moments of awareness a few times a day where you had to remind yourself that, yes, (Y/N), you were just casual friends and deeply enamored with the number two hero and that sentiment was at least partially returned. 

You had a lot of time to wonder to what extent the feelings were returned. They obviously weren’t entirely one-sided, right? 

It was completely possible that they were, but you did your best to shake off the thought.

It was more likely that notorious bachelor and flirt, pro hero Hawks, just wanted a fuck with some feelings. To fuck with some feelings, right? 

Though, he did say that he cares about you.

But, you definitely can care about someone you only want to fuck.

You wished you had some sort of definitive answer. The murkiness of it all just made the sweetness of the past and the texts of the present seem a bit sour. 

Confessing to Hawks was daunting and terrifying. Not to mention, it felt a bit juvenile, all of it. People weren’t supposed to get melty crushes like this past high school, right? Especially not ones this deep on someone who couldn’t possibly feel the same as you, right?

 During one of these moments of uncomfortable clarity, your phone beeped as you rested on the couch. Despite not even seeing the message, you knew it would be Hawks.

You grabbed your phone, clicking open the newest message. 

 [birdboy]: hey hey angel

[birdboy]: look at this fucker i found

 The image attached was a photo of Hawks standing next to one of his own billboards, advertising some sort of sports drink. The photo had obviously been taken with a timer, the angle of the photo tilted as Hawks and the billboard were quite small in the frame. It added to the charm of the photo, the way Hawks was holding a feather blade to the throat of his own advert. You could even tell through the pixels he was wearing a wide smile as he did so, wings spread behind him

You snorted.

You and Hawks are just friends, you reminded yourself. 

 [you]: looks like a punk bitch 2 me dude

[you]: kinda uncanny resemblance tho

[birdboy]: i agree

[birdboy]: he’s hot tho

 You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you readjusted on the couch. You weren’t disagreeing, not at all. 

 [you]: not wrong

[you]: still, punk bitch

[birdboy]: :^(

[birdboy]: feelings = hurt

[birdboy]: please tell me the photo is funny 

[birdboy]: it took like five tries

[you]: very funny, im gonna save it and sell when im short on cash

[birdboy]: my publicist will blacklist u

[you]: i’d like to see them try

[birdboy]: is that a challenge angel????

[you]: a promise

 There was a break in the messages, though Hawks appeared to be typing.

 [birdboy]: unrelated but

[birdboy]: how are you doing?

 You paused, taking stock of your disheveled, sleepy self. You were only a few days out of the hospital and you definitely could’ve been worse off.

 [you]: im okay!!!

[you]: sore and tired honestly

[birdboy]: :^(

[birdboy]: i'm glad to hear its not worse at least

[birdboy]: ill send u lots more embarrassing photos 

[birdboy]: a million angel

[you]: my hero <3

 It all was surreal and mentally impossible to avoid.

You really, really liked Hawks and had for a long while.

             ...

 Keigo spent most of the rest of the day busy with patrols and work for the Commission, much to his chagrin. He hardly got a chance to text you. It reminded him of his reality as a pro, his fast-paced nature and how he truly couldn’t slow down, not at that point anyway. He had a brand and habitual way of being that was standard. Even for you, he wasn’t sure if he could slow down, even if he wanted to or needed to.

The idea scared him, pieces of his reality.

But, at the same time, Keigo hadn’t ever felt like this before. The weird, but incredibly alluring and comfortable heat in his chest made him feel like he’d do anything for you. Fuck, he’d fly to the stars and move them if he could, if that’s what it took. 

Maybe he even wanted to. 

Keigo couldn’t become a different person, for anyone, that’s not how things worked. But if getting closer to you meant... adjusting, he could do that. Easily. He was adaptable as all hell and he’d be glad to use it for something that made him feel good instead of hollow.

Keigo busily flew the day away. As the afternoon turned to night, the sky going pink and purple with dusk, he settled on top of a taller office building. It looked down on a street market, its smells and sounds wafting up to him on his perch.

It gave him an idea.

A good one.

 You were inspecting your fridge with a grimace. Balancing on your crutches and being counter-weighed by the boot on your foot made your angry stance a whole lot less intimidating, but it was the sentiment that counted.

Several days post-hospital had done a number on your food supply. The fridge was empty except for a few nearly expired items and condiments. The dry shelves weren’t looking much better.

The shrill sound of your ringtone from the couch made your jump, nearly falling. You teetered back over to it, eye-widening at the caller ID. 

 [birdboy] calling...

 Hawks had never called you before.

You quickly picked up the call, “...Hello?”

“Hey, angel!” Hawks was chipper on the other line. “What’re you up to?”

“Currently?” You hummed, turning forlornly to your kitchen. “Thinking about how I either need to order groceries or order dinner before committing to my couch for the rest of the night. Why? You don’t usually call.”

“I don’t,” Hawks’s smile was apparent in his voice, even through the receiver. “But, I had an idea.”

“Shoot.”

“I might just be near a super good takeout spot. How hard would it be for me to convince you to let me drop some food by your place? My treat.”

You didn’t reply for a second.

Stunned.

“Are you sure?”

“More than, dove. I’m off the rest of the night, anyways.”

Oh.

That gave you an idea—

An idea that would surely push the envelope of your feelings.

Let it.

“Okay, I’m in. One condition.” You bit your lip, willing your stomach to seize fluttering.

“You name it. This place is really good and—”

“I have been going a little stir crazy, and,” You cut him off, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation, “how hard would it be to convince you to come over and stay awhile?”

Hawks was silent.

Your stomach dropped.

“Wait, I-I mean—” You stuttered, trying to gather yourself, but this time Hawks cut you off.

“Like, to hang out?” Hawks sounded shocked on the other line. 

“Yes.” 

You kept your breathing even and prayed it didn’t read over the call. 

“God, dove. I’d love to. I can be over in like ten—”

“Wait,” You fisted the fabric of your sweats. “Can I have a little more time? For myself and my apartment.”

Hawks chuckled on the other end of the line, “Sure, angel. Thirty sound better?”

You let out a sigh of relief, falling on to the back of your couch, “Sounds perfect.”

 Keigo decided to tease a bit, his heart pounding in his chest almost painfully. He knew from day one that you were bold, but this was a treat. He had to spare back, just a little.

“Though, dove, I’m sure you look more than perfect yourself. You always do.” He didn’t wait for your response, either out of fear of what you’d say or being a bit smug, he wasn’t sure.

Keigo hung up the call, burying his face in his gloves to try and stifle the blush on his cheeks, though it hardly helped. 

It didn’t have to.

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 Thirty minutes later and you were mostly sorted.

You managed to throw yourself into the shower, tossing on something half-way decent, but still comfortable. Had to keep it casual. 

Crutching around your apartment, you picked up what clutter you could, mind spinning. Hawks coming over to your fucking apartment filled you with elated, and yet terrifying, anxiety. A few times while cleaning, you legitimately paused to muffle quiet screams in your hand at the prospect.

You felt like you were going to burst.

 Keigo did too, notably. 

He took the time to fly all the way back to his apartment, take the world’s fastest shower, and throw on some clothes other than his costume. Going back to get food, his hands shook as he handed the bills to the starry-eyed vendor who he’d just written an autograph for.

You’d sent a quick text just before he’d left with a description of your balcony, so neither of you would have to figure out how to let him in through the roof. 

As he flew to your place, Keigo felt like he was going to implode.

He didn’t ‘hang out’ with people. Nope, far too busy for anything like that. He was a compulsory workaholic, it was part of his mental brand of being (or, mental ‘branding’, maybe). The closest he got to casual time with folks was the preamble before a hookup or the time he had spent at the tea shop with you. Actually going to spend time with someone, casually, and it was you? It was all new and terrifying.

But, above all? Exciting.

The whole situation opened many doors, all of which Keigo pictured and picked apart as he neared your apartment. There were so many potential situations to appraise and plan for, he felt overwhelmed by it all. 

The opportunity to spend some... time with you outside of the tea shop was a necessity, right? Keigo’s original idea had been to drop off some food and banter for a while, but the idea of spending one of his precious nights off with you was so much better than he could’ve expected. 

Not to mention the warm bit of validation sparked by the fact that you asked him to come over, you wanted him around —

It felt nice.

So nice. 

 You paused, hearing telltale scuffing of someone on your balcony. 

Oh my god. 

He’s here.

Hawks is here.

You gulped, shaking your head.

Don’t you dare chicken out now. Commit, dammit. You’re just... hanging out. With your friend.

Yeah.

A knock on the glass pulled you to the door of your balcony, hobbling to slide it open on your crutches. 

Hawks was happy to push the door the rest of the way open, stepping inside with a bag of takeout slung on his arm.

Your mouth parched, seeing him once again in civilian clothing. Was it... normal to get turned on by the fact that he looked normal? 

As Hawks stepped into your humble apartment, wings tucked tightly to his back, you drank him in, hair ruffled with his clear visor placed on top of his head to push back the windswept front pieces. He wore a white sweater and black trousers complete with heavy black boots that were quickly untied and left by the door.

“You’re staring, you know,” Hawks interrupted your thoughts as you straightened up on your crutches.

Recover.

“Can’t prove that,” You tutted, crutching away from the door. “Also, welcome. Watch out for my cats, they might try to get a mouthful of your feathers.”

“Duly noted,” Hawks clicked his tongue, standing up and following you as you meander to the kitchen. 

 Keigo had to admit that your apartment was relatively... cute. He was used to his own, seldom-used digs. He had a big, uncomfortably nice penthouse with too many disused rooms and too much open space. Fixtures and furniture that were too expensive, probably, but it had been far easier to hire some big-name interior designer and not bother with dealing with it himself. Keigo had trouble keeping many ‘personal’ possessions, anyways. His training with the Commission made him almost revile the thought of keeping unnecessary, material objects, sans a few. 

Your home was the exact opposite. 

Maybe it was that he didn’t know how to have a personal touch that it made your cozy little apartment feel so full of them.

Little photos and artworks on walls or in frames caught Keigo’s eyes as he followed you to the kitchen. He took note of several blankets on the couch, catching sight of the plushie he’d given you at the hospital. Even the lighting of the apartment was personal, diffuse. With how easily overstimulated you became, it made sense that you’d keep your apartment so ambiently dim.

“So, first off, thank you for coming by and delivering dinner. I am eternally grateful,” You bowed dramatically, leaning to flail out a crutch at the motion. “Second, as payment, I’ll make you a drink. Maybe not with my quirk, but I have some of my old tea blends here.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Keigo shrugged, setting the takeout down on the counter while his ever-present grin nearly hurt his face from how relentless it was. “And tea? Show me what you’ve got. Or, should I trust you to pick one out for me?”

You hummed, clicking your tongue before moving across the kitchen to a different set of cabinets, “I think I’ve actually got a good one for you. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Lay on the details, angel,” Keigo hummed, leaning against the lip of the counter. 

 You did have the perfect blend in mind. It wasn’t too old, hardly stale. It would pair as well as a nice tea could with fried takeout, judging by the smells wafting from the bag on the counter.

“It’s one I made for a brunch we catered a few months back. It’s just a white tea raspberry blend, but it’s not delicate. It should stand up to any sort of food you’ve brought. Thank you, by the way.” 

Setting your crutches down, you started to push yourself up onto the counter without thinking much of it, booted-foot going limp off the edge. 

“Of course, anytime— woah, angel,” His voice choked as you wavered on the edge of the counter, off-balance. 

There was a short flap of wings and rush of air as you tried to rebalance, cursing the deadweight of your leg. 

If Hawks hadn’t been directly behind you, you probably would’ve eaten shit.

You turned yourself as far as you could, cheeks going hot.

Hawks’ face was just inches away from yours. That was even to mention the hands hovering around your waist, chest brushing up against your back. 

“S-sorry,” Did he just fucking stutter? “You looked like you were about to eat shit there.”

The words hardly reach you, you were too busy actively telling yourself not to stare at his pretty, plump lips because that is not something friends do. Not the can of worms you needed to open, right?

“I-,” You turned away from him, stretching up to the tea tin that had been out of your reach. “To think you’ve saved me from falling while reaching for loose leaf tea, twice.”

“All in a day's work,” His hands twitched around your sides but hardly shifted until you began to descend from the countertop. In fact, Hawks hardly moved away at all until you were situated back on your crutches.

You pretended not to notice the flush on his cheeks.

Maybe, it was a bit too close. Definitely too close, and bad circumstances, but god, you wanted more and more of him. 

You swallowed your desires down, cracking a smile. 

Be normal.

Be cool!

You shook the tin, leaves and dried fruit rattling inside, “So, cream or sugar?”

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 The two of you ended up on the couch, picking through the several boxes of takeout that Hawks had brought. Most of dinner was spent bantering back and forth about one of Hawks’ newest modeling contracts and if it was ‘ethical’ for him to wear his own feathers for the sake of ‘fashion’?

“So, off-topic from insulting my employment ethics, ” Hawks spoke while munching on a piece of chicken. “You surviving?”

“Barely,” You laughed, setting down your utensils with a huff. “I forget how isolation makes you go a little crazy. I’m running out of dumb shit to watch and even dumber shit to send you.”

Hawks snorted, setting down his own box, having had his fill, “I know you are more than adept at combing the internet for more good shit to send me.”

“I mean, maybe, but you keep sending me juicy photos of you being a dumbass. They’re hard to show up, you know?” You side-eyed him at the birdish tilt of his head.

“You don’t need to show me up, angel,” Hawks reminded you, some feathers packing up what was left of the food. “Though, it’s fun. You’re fun.”

You internally winced at the sentiment but forced the smile on your face not to waver.

It was a needed reminder.

This close to Hawks, you could fucking smell him. Maybe it was a little creepy, but you remembered it so well, after the villain attack. The scent of some sort of spicy cologne and old sweat, but it was hardly unpleasant. No, it was intoxicating. It made you feel almost fuzzy, as it wafted around like some reminder that Hawks and you were so close. 

You thanked the stars that the apartment lacked the stimuli to make your quirk activate on its own. 

Your couch wasn’t very large, and it seemed even smaller with how Hawks had laid his wings over it. They were propped up over the back, outstretched just the smallest bit to relieve some pressure. All the same, the massive feathers made you feel minuscule.

Even the way he was sitting was intoxicating and a bit gut-wrenching. It was casual, the way he leaned back against the far cushions, legs somewhat spread with an ankle over the opposite knee. The pose oozed a weird, untouchable confidence that you hadn’t seen in Hawks in months, maybe ever. At least, not directed at you.

Despite the warm nature of his words, he seemed guarded.

It made your throat dry.

 Keigo was quite on edge. He hadn’t meant to get so close in the kitchen, really, he hadn’t. But, seeing you dangling off the edge of the counter like that, even if it was harmless and mundane, made his entire body and mind react before he could think.

But, you weren’t in any danger. Even if you had been, Keigo would’ve been there to catch you. 

He’d put himself out of it, overthinking the whole thing. You were fine. Safe. 

The other part of his mind spun with how he wanted to be so much closer.

Feeling the warmth of your body, the lines of your waist, the thrum of your heart and breath so fucking close—

It was a lot.

But, he was well-trained and not going to choke. 

He’d shoved himself to the opposite side of the couch to you, keeping his boundaries up, strong as steel and hard as carbon. 

Of course, Keigo knew the feelings were mutual. That didn’t mean that none of this was terrifying in the same way that it was exhilarating. 

As much as he wanted to be closer (so much closer), Keigo remained careful. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was ruin something before it had even truly happened. 

 You sat back against the couch, repositioning your injured leg on the coffee table, “So, thoughts.”

“On?”

You didn’t look at Keigo as you replied, rather glared at your TV, “What to watch?”

“Oh,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “We’re watching something?”

“You tell me. I imagine you don’t get lots of time to do this sort of thing, do you?” 

Hawks didn’t reply for a moment, sitting deeper into the couch, “Not really.”

“Then indulge, tailfeathers,” You tossed the remote in his lap. “Anything, go for it. Go nuts.”

Hawks nearly put on watching a reality cooking show, before you said that that was off-limits, per an odd conversation from way back when where he had admitted to be hot for Gordon Ramsey. He had been a little too vague as to whether or not he would pop a boner from Gordon’s filmed degradations. And truthfully, if anything was gonna give Hawks a hard-on tonight, you were determined for it not to be competitive cooking TV. Maybe, just maybe, you’d rather it be you.

...

Eventually, he settled on some psychological thriller you’d never heard of.

 Keigo hadn’t either. 

He was glad that you couldn’t hear his heart in the same way he heard your’s pounding.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you crutch around, turning the already dim lights lower.

Calm the down, Hawks. 

Calm the fuck down.

He’d never even done this before. Keigo wasn’t sure how to handle the situation, even if it was as simple as watching a film.

It would’ve been simpler if the tension in the air was thick and foggy, clouding over his consciousness as he tried to focus on anything other than your nearness and how much he wanted to drag you into his lap. 

 …

 His feathers fluttered as you plopped back onto the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap and offering one to him.

He took it, settling it over his lap as the movie went on.

 You weren’t an idiot. You could feel the blood rushing in your hot ears as you fisted the blanket over your legs. 

Your mind spoke a lot louder than you wanted it to:

Just fucking do it.

 Do what exactly?

 The paramount thought that was causing anxiety to twirl in your gut.

Maybe, you could just tell him how you felt.

Maybe just hold his hand.

Maybe get fucking rejected because he’s out of your league and out of bounds.

Maybe even kiss him—

 You were torturing yourself, the movie just background noise to your internal dilemma.

You’d asked him to your apartment and Hawks had bought you fucking dinner. That wasn’t a lot, sure, maybe, but there were also the months of lead-up. 

There were all of the cold mornings and cheeky grins you gave each other in the waking coffee shop. There were the fuzzy jokes, the lingering glances, and the tight feeling you got in your chest whenever he graced you with mere eye contact.

It felt like you were already in too deep to not be honest about how you felt towards him. Fuck, you’d been in too deep for months. Every time you made him a damn drink, you wanted to just drink him in. You were all fluttering hearts and sweet smiles for him in a way that you couldn’t suppress, only squash in moments of such intense anxiety like this—

“Hey, dove?” It was Hawks, shocking you from your turmoil with a soft voice. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Your reply was curt and clipped. 

Make a decision now.

Pull the bandage off, (Y/N). 

It’ll just be worse, the longer you wait.

Maybe Hawks did just want to fuck with some cute feelings, the seemingly longing looks be damned. Yeah, you liked him way more than for just a fuck, that was obvious and unavoidable. Besides, it’d be better to know than to not know, right?

 “You sure? If the movie’s too much, we can turn it off,” Hawks sounded genuinely concerned from the other side of the couch.

...

You committed, taking a deep breath and turning to Hawks. 

 “It’s not that,” You looked at the couch between the two of you, tracing the seam of the cushion. “The movie’s fine.”

“Then, you’re not feeling great for another reason?” Keigo asked, feeling each of your breaths and heartbeats like bass drums in his ears. He hides the shaking of his hands by crossing them over his chest. “You can talk to me, (Y/N).”

“Can I?” You asked, shaking your head and laughing at yourself. “Hawks, I need to do something really fucking stupid.”

Holy fuck.

Are they—

“What’s that?” 

His voice was smaller than he wanted it to be.

 “Fuck, Hawks,” You finally forced yourself to look at him, taking in his guarded posture and pained expression. 

Your heart sank.

“I just need to be honest with you.”

Hawks’s brow soured, lips twitching, “Go for it, dove.”

You laughed, maybe trying to soothe yourself, “It’s probably is just, so fucking stupid, all things considered.”

You ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip between sentences and willing yourself to just get it out—

 “Hawks, I like you. A lot.”

 He still didn’t say anything and you could feel shards of your heart drive into your lungs.

You forced yourself to look up at him, smiling with the slight release of tension in your sternum, however painful. 

“I know, we’re just friends, right? I’m just the barista and you’re my special, pro hero regular. I know I’m overstepping right now, but it feels unfair for me to not be honest with you.”

 Keigo already knew this, right? He knew how you felt, fuck, he’d felt how you felt. He just wasn’t prepared for the exploding and thrumming in his chest when you told him with your sweet lips and kind words.

Why did it feel so different when you were smiling at him like you were in pain and telling him so fucking honestly with your words?

It was the thing about you that he admired the most, that candor in your tone and the grin in your cheeks as you spoke so.

But, your smile was falling, leaving watery-looking eyes. 

“Hawks, I like you. Way too much for friends, and I needed to say something.” 

Keigo’s mouth was dry.

For the first time in so fucking long, he was genuinely speechless.

He couldn’t recall a time in his life anyone had spoken so earnestly to him, just you. Just you, you, you— casually, over and over again, you talked to him like he was something real and something to be cared for. It was subtle, but it was one of the many things that made him want you closer. 

Yet, despite all his bundled up desires, he was lost for words.

“I’m sorry—”

He stopped you, “(Y/N), please don’t apologize.”

“But—” 

“(Y/N).”

 Hawks’ voice was sharp. It made the expression on your face rapidly fall.

He looked at you with rapt attention, arms uncrossing from his chest.

He turned to you on the couch, feathers fluffed up and twitching.

Your nose stung as Hawks, all pretty golds and ambers, shook out an exhale and balled up the blanket in his lap.

“Hawks—”

“Why would you need to be sorry?”

Hawks looked at you with wide eyes, brow creased. His shoulders were... shaking?

Your head spun, leg aching, “... What do you mean?”

Hawks finally met your gaze, giving you the sweetest, saddest smile you’d ever seen, “Dove, you’re acting like there’s no way I could feel the same way.”

Every cell in your body stuttered.

“You’ve done it since we’ve met.”

Hawks scooted closer on the cushions of the couch.

“You’ve always acted like there’s just no way I could like you, give a shit about you—”

He moved a bit closer.

You couldn’t make yourself move.

“You want to know the truth?”

You creaked out a nod.

 Keigo couldn’t help the way he went to cup your cheeks in his hands, thumbs rubbing along the apples of your cheeks. You lean into his touch, just like at the hospital, despite the blend of absolute fear and confusion in your expression.

“How could I not care about you, dove?” And it finally came out. “I care about so much— dove, I don’t know what to fucking say.”

That made you speechless, lips parting just the slightest bit as Hawks continued, losing composure with his morphing expressions. 

He wet his lips, swallowing, “Dove, I’ve never—any of this. I-I don’t know what o-or how to say any of what I want to right now.”

You speak before thinking.

“Show me, if you don’t know how to say it.”

 The idea seemed so novel as Keigo ran a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth. He met your gaze with the gooiest, sweetest look you’d ever seen in your life, “You want me to?”

“Please.”

It was all the two of you had wanted for a while now, right?

“If I kiss you, I’m not ever gonna be able to make this go away, am I?” Keigo was speaking to himself, just above his breath. But, you were more than close enough to hear him. 

“Hey, Hawks? I don’t know if we can make ‘this’ try to go away.” You grabbed one of the hands cupping your face, pulling it away, only to shakily press in your lips to the bones on the back of it. “I don’t want to anymore.”

“Y-you gotta stop being so sweet, (Y/N)—”

Neither of you could wait a moment longer.

Your arms wrapped around Keigo’s shoulder. In the same motions, he pulled you closer by your waist, dragging you finally closer to him.

He held your jaw like you were the most precious thing in the world. Because, truthfully, you were to him. The sentiment was shared Deeply. 

Your lips pressed together and the long-held tensions in your chests mutually shattered, dissolving in the honeyed touch of each other’s genuine attention. 

You angled your head perfectly, Keigo’s hand guiding you as his mouth worked against yours. It wasn’t a particularly steamy sort of affair, but by god, it wasn’t in any way chaste. Not with the tight grip and thumbing on your ribs. Not with the way your hands tangled in the soft (holy fuck, soft) hair at the base of Keigo’s skull. 

You both tasted each other's sweetness, craving more of it after denying yourselves of it for so long. It was white-hot, exploding behind your eyes, even as your quirk remained dormant. Keigo was honey and cream and smoked spices all dancing across your palette.

To Keigo? You were sweet, cool water over a hot burn. You were the heat of a hearth rolling over him on the coldest of days. He swears that in the first moments he finally got to be close to you, and over and over again— he finally understood how your quirk worked.

There was no way that finally feeling you, feeling you as he felt you, could be described with just five senses.

You pulled away first, gasping for breath and arching your back into him. You lingered as close as you could, pressing your forehead to Keigo’s while your breaths mingled. You didn’t dare stray far.

“Was that enough to show you?” Keigo asked, breathless. He kept a wide hand against your back, urging you with a bit of soft pressure to put your weight into it. You complied, settling in his hold as Keigo stroked at your hot cheeks.

You nodded, beaming up at him with that sunny smile of yours. It never failed to make heat burn through Keigo and god, did it feel good to finally let it unabashed.

“I take it, you like me too, huh,” You smiled, looking a bit embarrassed. 

“Very much, very much,” Keigo repeated, pressing a kiss to your nose (he’d always wanted to do that). “So much, (Y/N). I apologize for not saying anything sooner. This is just...”

“New to you, right?” You finished his sentence, thumbing along the back of his neck in a way that made Keigo just melt. “It’s been a while for me too, if it makes you feel better.”

“It does, dove. Thank you.” Keigo let out a deep breath, shaking his head against yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”

 “It’s alright, same goes for me,” As much as you needed to adjust due to the angle of your recovering leg, you couldn’t make yourself do it. You were so wonderfully close to Hawks, you never wanted to move. 

“If we’re being honest, then I need to be honest with you,” Hawks met your eyes, his expression going a little dimmer. 

You braced for the worst. 

He picked up your shift easily, finally able to express how quickly he caught your mood after so long of being attuned to it. 

“Oh wait, no, (Y/N), nothing terrible, I promise,” Hawks rubbed at your sides. “It’s about the miel.”

“The... miel?” You cocked your head to the side, confused, recalling the drink somewhat hazily. “The drink I made you on the day of... the attack?”

Hawks gave you a tense smile, “That one, yeah. Remember how you said it was just based on your ambient feelings?”

“Uh-huh.” You let confusion lace your tone until it slowly started to dawn on you.

“You made the drink, ambiently, around me—”

Your eyes widened, mouth falling open, “Oh my god, Hawks, did my feelings for you get in the drink?”

Hawks graced you with a sweet, sympathetic smile, fingers tucking at the hair around your ear, “They did, dove. I’ve kind of known for a few days, it just hasn’t been the time or setting to say something. I apologize.”

“N-no, it’s okay, I totally understand,” You sighed into his grip. “I really thought it might be something worse.”

“Consider your worries assuaged,” Hawks hummed, eyes drifting to your boot. He deadpanned suddenly. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad does your leg hurt right now?”

 Fairly bad, considering. You were half on your knees, the booted leg twisted awkwardly while still raised to the coffee table. This wasn’t even to mention the arch of your back so you could be all that closer to Hawks.

The pain of the position was easy to forget; you were still shaking from kissing Hawks just once. 

“Uh, maybe like a seven, once I can feel anything other than how good you felt just now,” you hummed, grinning up at Hawks as his face went bright red.

The infinite pleasure you received, making him blush so sweetly. 

He shook it off, squeezing your sides, “Cute. Very cute. Mutually returned sentiment, but let’s adjust.”

You nodded but didn’t have much time to react as a bundle of Hawks’s feathers lifted you every which way, albeit incredibly gently. All said and done, he was fully upright against the back of the couch. With the support of a feather or two, Hawks’s arms tugged you into his lap. Your legs stretched to the side, the booted one immediately propped up by a feather-supplied pillow.

You both settled yourselves, blushing and leaning on each other now that you finally were allowing yourself to. 

Keigo fully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him. One of his wings even shifted to drape over one his shoulder, sheltering the two of you in a canopy of a crimson. Keigo let his hands wander over your hips, not seeking anything more than blessed attention and heat. You gave it all to him, tucking your face into his collarbone, drowning in the scent that made you feel at home. 

Keigo pressed his lips to your crown and legitimately shuddering.  

He spoke to himself, so faintly and quietly, you hardly caught it, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

There was melancholy in his voice, but you were quick to strip it away.

You brushed your lips along his jaw, savoring the way he held you tighter, “I have too. Can we do this more?”

“Anytime, dove. Anytime.”

“Right now sound good?”

You withdrew to beam up at him as you were so good at doing, only to be smothered by craving-satiating kisses anywhere Keigo could get to. The sweet, high laughter that he dripped onto you made your heart burst all over again.

And you finally, finally fell into the other sweetly, warmly, and properly. 

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[weirwoodking]

hey man i was just giving my point/seeing if you knew something i didn’t because yeah, to my knowledge so far it is heavily implied within the series the you need some blood to specifically RIDE A DRAGON (not be a hero, in general) im not saying tyrion won’t, i think so far it’s been set up with his interest in dragon lore that he’ll figure it out, but to hop on in the standard way it seems like necessity? if there are any metas about it id love to read them, but- (p1 sorry)

(p2) from what i’ve read the only ~maybe~ evidence that there isn’t some blood magic going on is nettles. and that’s a big maybe. Like, i swear im not coming at this from an ablistic/valaryan supremacy standpoint but those sheep farmers clearly did SOMETHING, that they decided was hard enough to pull off again they’d rather marry their siblings. and the other similar magic system we’ve seen in the books- skinchanging/warging- has also been heavily connected with bloodlines and maybe past magic

I wrote this response before you sent part 2, and so I do see you’ve read about Nettles. I recommend this analysis by felonyofasshai about that.

A good line to take away from it is: if i were to say, "only people with blond hair can eat toffee", and then never let anyone without blond hair near toffee, obviously the result would be that only blond people ate toffee.

The Valyrian empire and the Targaryen dynasty relied on keeping the dragons in their control. They needed everyone to believe it could only be them.

There is also no guarantee that Valyrian blood makes someone a dragonrider. Quentyn is an example of this. His Valyrian blood did not protect him from the dragons.

And, neither did Dany’s. Let’s analyze the Daznak’s Pit scene.

“Drogon,” she screamed. “Drogon.”

His head turned. Smoke rose between his teeth. His blood was smoking too, where it dripped upon the ground. He beat his wings again, sending up a choking storm of scarlet sand. Dany stumbled into the hot red cloud, coughing. He snapped.

“No” was all that she had time to say. No, not me, don’t you know me? The black teeth closed inches from her face. He meant to tear my head off. The sand was in her eyes. She stumbled over the pitmaster’s corpse and fell on her backside.

Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon’s long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me.

[...]

Drogon roared full in her face, his breath hot enough to blister skin. Off to her right Dany heard Barristan Selmy shouting, “Me! Try me. Over here. Me!”

In the smoldering red pits of Drogon’s eyes, Dany saw her own reflection. How small she looked, how weak and frail and scared. I cannot let him see my fear. She scrabbled in the sand, pushing against the pitmaster’s corpse, and her fingers brushed against the handle of his whip. Touching it made her feel braver. The leather was warm, alive. Drogon roared again, the sound so loud that she almost dropped the whip. His teeth snapped at her.

Drogon does not recognize Dany, he does not stop from attacking her. Until....

Dany hit him. “No,” she screamed, swinging the lash with all the strength that she had in her. The dragon jerked his head back. “No,” she screamed again. “NO!” The barbs raked along his snout. Drogon rose, his wings covering her in shadow. Dany swung the lash at his scaled belly, back and forth until her arm began to ache. His long serpentine neck bent like an archer’s bow. With a hisssssss, he spat black fire down at her. Dany darted underneath the flames, swinging the whip and shouting, “No, no, no. Get DOWN!” His answering roar was full of fear and fury, full of pain. His wings beat once, twice…

...and folded. The dragon gave one last hiss and stretched out flat upon his belly.

It was not Dany’s Targaryen blood that tamed Drogon. It was her courage, it was her being brave even though she was afraid. If Dany had not stood up in that pit with the whip in her hand and hit Drogon with all the strength she had in her, no amount of Valyrian blood would have saved her.

Furthermore, Dany herself does not believe that the other riders have to be Targaryens.

The dragon has three heads. There are two men in the world who I can trust, if I can find them. I will not be alone then. We will be three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters. (Daenerys VI, ASOS)

As far as Dany knows, she is the last Targaryen alive. She also does not think “okay, I need to find some Velaryons or Celtigars or Lyseni men”. Dany does not seem to believe that Valyrian blood is needed for dragonriding.

Targaryen blood purity is a lie. It was always a lie. Whether the Targaryens truly believed you had to have Valyrian blood to ride a dragon or not, it was still a lie.

Now, you mentioned skinchanging/warging as a genetic thing. Skinchanging/warging is a gift given by the Old Gods. It seems to have been frequently given to House Stark. However, there is no implication that there is a blood purity competent. For example, there haven’t been any known/recorded Stark wargs in the recent centuries (although we can suspect that that used to be more common), but suddenly all six Stark kids ended up as wargs. So it doesn’t seem like anything that relies on a strong gene purity. While the Starks are known for their “wolf blood”, this is most likely a term passed down from the days when the Starks would more frequently receive the gift of warging. Perhaps they sacrificed to the Old Gods to increase their chances of receiving this gift. But again, blood purity is not what made the entire current Stark generation wargs.

#ask #anon