#down bad with arcane brainrot

[arcanegifs]

#arcane #also i made this post bc arcane was trending i was like IS THERE SOMETHING NEW AGAIN????? #i really wanted to do something new skdfjskdfs turns out there was nothing #and since i am STILL in a caitvi mega brainrot stage i'll just make another caitvi gif today ig #i need MORE #insert that kylo ren screaming MORE gif in this post #i saw a harumichi screencap and i was like omg but what if this was caitvi im down bad..... #personal tag

[she-walks-on-starlight]

You Ruined Me (Do it Again)

a/n: this is my first time posting fic to Tumblr so if I've made any mistakes please let me know so I can learn how to fix them 💖 this was also my first attempt at sevika x reader, I hope y'all enjoy! There are more parts that I can upload if y'all end up liking it

Warnings: drinking alcohol, referenced cheating, smoking, gambling, possessive!sevika, referenced sex (explicit!), sexually explicit teasing.

Summary: Your first night out in a while after leaving your cheating ex does not end how you expected it to...but then what did you expect, going to her club?

Word Count: 1.4k

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18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final

You needed this. It had been too long since you hit up a club and just danced the night away. Work had been a bitch, your last breakup still lingered in the back of your mind, and it was high time that you simply had some fun.

Now, after several way too sugary cocktails that probably had enough booze to kill a small human, you were letting loose on the dance floor. You’d always been able to move your body just right, whenever a beat made you feel a certain way, it was guaranteed to have eyes on you as you swayed your hips and moved your feet.

You were twirling around with your best friend, Jinx, laughing and singing along to the tunes that blared loudly on the speakers all around you. You were having such a good time that you almost didn’t notice the door to the club swing open, an entourage of people swarming in being led by an imposing, hulking woman you knew all too well. Sevika.

Her short hair was tied back into the little ponytail she normally wore, that you used to love to tease her about. She still stuck to her favourite outfits, loose fitting pants with a chunky belt, a tight fitting tank top and the cloak that covered her mechanical arm to stop people from staring. She was all muscle, large hands with thick, talented fingers, solid arms with toned biceps.

Strong thighs that you knew were just perfect for lifting you high in the air and fucking you silly. Shaking your head, you focus on the beat of the song, the vibration of the dancefloor, the heat of the bodies moving wildly all around you. Now was so not the time to be staring at your ex.

Jinx groaned. “Is that who I think it is?”

You shrugged. “You know she has shares in the club. She practically owns it. Just ignore her and keep having a good time!”

Jinx giggled, throwing herself into your arms. “Amen to that, sister!”

You dance some more, for 20 minutes or so, completely ignoring the corner of the club reserved for gambling tables, knowing that’s where Sevika would be. It was getting hotter in the club as it got busier and busier.

You leaned into Jinx. “I’m gonna get a drink, you want one?”

Jinx shook her head, eyeing up a cute blonde girl who was also dancing with her friends. “Nah, I’m good, sparky.”

You giggled at her. “Okay! Happy hunting!”

She shot you a playful glare as you headed to the bar. It was pretty busy, but the bartender here was good, and he made his way through orders quickly. You felt someone sidle up next to you, feeling a pang of annoyance as her order was taken first.

“Whiskey, top shelf. 2 ice cubes.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Of course, it was her. You should’ve known from her size and the sheer heat that was radiating from her. You clamped your thighs together as your body responded automatically to her closeness. Now was not the time to let your pussy do your thinking for you. You stay quiet, hoping she won’t notice you.

Naturally, you’re not that lucky. She double-takes when she realises it’s you. “Y/n? What’re you doing here?”

You huff out an irritated sigh. “Just clubbing, like everyone else.”

The bartender hands Sevika her whiskey but she doesn’t move as you place your order. You hear her snicker when you order a sweet cocktail.

“Some things never change, huh? You still like your drinks to taste like juice.”

You glare at her coolly. “Yet my tastes in other areas have definitely changed.”

Her smile falters, but she soon masks it with a shit-eating smirk. “Oh yeah? So, you’re not totally down bad for me anymore?”

Your hands ball into fists, frustrated that she’d use your pillow talk against you, in such a public setting. You know reacting in any way will just add to her satisfaction, so you breathe deeply and relax your hands, grabbing your drink.

“I was a fool to be ‘down bad’ for you at all. You’re a real asshole, Sevika.”

You’ve lost sight of Jinx, so you find somewhere to sit and sip at your drink, your muscles thanking you for the break. You don’t bother trying to look for Sevika, your eyes find her at the poker tables out of habit. Judging by the large pile of coins at her end of the table, she’s winning. Nothing new there. You finish your drink, pushing your complicated feelings aside. She’d never have a chance again at winning you, that’s for sure.

You’re in the bathroom, applying a new layer of lipstick when she comes in. You stiffen as she enters, brushing past you to go into one of the stalls. Her hand lingers at the small of your back as she passes you. The gesture would seem innocent to most, but you felt the undeniable flutter of your pulse as the heat of her touch tore through you. You focus on the task at hand, steadily applying the dark shade as she comes out of the stall and washes her hand. You feel her eyes on you, roaming over your body in the tight, black dress you decided to wear tonight. It hugged your curves perfectly, kept eyes on your ass and your tits, made you feel powerful when people drooled over you. Just like she used to. There was a time where you would never have made it to the club at all wearing a dress like this. Sevika used to just quite literally tear them off you.

“It’s a beautiful dress.”

Her voice is low and husky. You try not to think about it, or let it replay in your head. “Thank you.”

You put your lipstick back in your purse. She smirks at you. “It’d look better on my bedroom fl-”

Without thinking, you turn and put a hand against her mouth. “Do not finish that sentence, dear god.”

You’ve made your first mistake. She reaches towards your face, and you stupidly let her, transfixed by her as you always have been, like a moth to a flame. A moth that really, really likes the feeling of being burnt.

That was your second mistake.

She steps into your space, her hand caressing your jaw. Your knees feel like they could buckle any second.

“Oh, princess, having trouble colouring within the lines again? Here, let me help…”

Her fingers trace your bottom lip, wiping away a smudge of lipstick. Your eyes flutter close, and your lips part, wanting, waiting…then you feel her.

She crashes into you like a starved animal, her lips devouring yours as she kisses you like you’re her oxygen. You can’t help yourself, you know you shouldn’t let this happen, after everything that happened between you, but it just feels so damn good.

It’s rough, it’s messy and it’s just so…Sevika.

Her body presses into you, and you moan as her thigh brushes against your core. She doesn’t waste the opportunity, her tongue invading your mouth, tasting you. She moans into your mouth when she does, which sets your cunt alight. Your need is growing, you know that you’ll be ruining your panties with how slick your pussy is getting but you care less and less the more Sevika kisses you, nipping roughly at your lower lip, her thigh rubbing against you. She knows how to work you up, after all she used to be the expert. Her hands are everywhere, gripping your waist, your face, your neck, and your ass. She loves your firm, little ass, palming it roughly, admiring how it fits perfectly in her hands. She tries not to think about how it almost belongs in her hands.

Sevika breathes out a soft “Huh” then you’re left in the cold as she moves her warm body away from you. A needy whine escapes your throat, and Sevika chuckles but you see no laughter in her sharp, grey eyes. You reach for her, but she dodges away, smirking at your confused, searching eyes.

“Not down bad for me at all, huh princess?”

Then she’s gone, leaving you panting and pissed out of your goddamn mind. She was playing with you, because that’s what she does best. You bruised her ego earlier at the bar, and that was her taking her revenge. Because why else would she kiss you like that, unless she wanted to prove that she could still make you squirm?

#arcane fanfic #arcane #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #lesbian #shameless smut #sevika brainrot #sevika fanfic #arcane sevika #jinx arcane #down bad

[littleeggrock]

Dirty Little Animals by Bones UK (from the Arcane soundtrack) is so first couple days feral BOLAS?! To me. Explanation under the cut for anyone interested lol

Like the first verse? "Taste what fell from grace"? They weren't exactly high and mighty on the first island, but they sure had it better there than in literal purgatory.

"You wanna mess around they're gonna take you down down down" - The other teams took this somewhat seriously, but by the end of the first day Bolas was completely broke and decided to go with the rp route, go completely insane, and somehow are still winning, despite all the hangups and deaths they had.

"such a lovely way to burn burn burn" - at the end of the first day there was a solid five minutes of people throwing themselves into the campfire to amass a large pile of bodies

"I've never felt like this before, think I might just want some more" - the amount of all the trauma and just general vibes given off by these specific people was enough to allow bolas to go over the edge and go crazy, alone they've all got their respective RP things going but together the energy bounces off each other as they constantly enable the ones around them, allowing for them to go well and truly insane after Bad provided a catalyst

"the kind of wrong that make you feel right" - so many of the characters on this team are considered morally grey, really none besides Phil and maybe carre have any sort of moral standing, and even then it's debatable, Jaidens close but she's also very easily manipulated as we see with cucurucho, she has good intentions most of the time but she doesn't have them because they are good, she has them because she doesn't want the people close to her getting hurt

"the little death that makes you feel alive" -jaidens complete disregard for her life on day four, willing to die upwards of 30 times (she died ninety four times total but also died from the gas a lot so im not sure how much was spawn camping, figured id play it safe) to cheat and manipulate the other teams for the benefit of BOLAS. Also again the campfire. And the stick fights. They just really like to beat eachother to the death.

"it makes your blood run hot, it makes your spit taste sweet, it makes you feel more alive than you have ever been" - literally just the insanity that's swamped the team, it's been dialed down some since day 4 but it's definitely still there, they are not ok and I love them. Some analogy could be made with the gas masks and the toxic gas, knowing you are immune to something that has killed many, the high of the adrenaline as they run through this fatal fog with little regards for their own safety.

"dirty little animals, beautiful cannibals" - they've brought up cannibalism multiple times and the majority of them (characters, to clarify) say they would be fine with it if given consent first, cellbit's canonically already done it too lmao. You can't tell be that they aren't just a buncha dirty little guys. Have you seen Charlie's skin, have you heard jaiden and foolish barking, all of them screeching muffled at the enemies, or howling in joy

Also for those of you who haven't seen, arcane season 2 got a release date for sometime in November 2024, which is so fucking exciting and it's a lot sooner than I expected

Sorry for the long post the brainrot got to me and I had to write this down somewhere lmao, figured id share with the class

#Qsmp #qsmp bolas rojas #qsmp bolas #Qsmp Jaiden #Qsmp foolish #Qsmp Cellbit #Qsmp Slimecicle #qsmp baghera #Qsmp philza #qsmp carre

[tinfoilmagician]

Arcane brainrot has brought upon headcanons, primarily of the Meljayvik sort because they all deserve to be happy and I do not care what canon says. (Infodump incoming so as not to take up too much space:)

They’re all autistic. Told me themselves.

Jayce is dating Mel and Viktor and Mel and Viktor have a queerplatonic relationship I don’t make the rules.

There are days when Mel can’t force out any words no matter how hard she tries and it scares her. Her words and diplomacy are where she draws her power form and not being able to access that takes it away. Jayce and Viktor take it upon themselves to pamper her and make sure she doesn’t have to go to the council those days, usually resorting to inane lies.

Oh, did I mention Mel’s the only one who can really lie? But they do their best, even if to an outside perspective said lies are implausible unless Heimerdinger vouched for them. (Because very few people at first believe that Jayce “Hextech Golden Boy” Talis got lost in Piltover IKEA and Mel had to look for him no matter how many times that actually happened.)

Other notable lies include “contagious illness” and “the kitchen is on fire” (where Viktor actually set the kitchen on fire because “eh, it was going to happen eventually anyways.”)

Anyways on bad days Jayce and Viktor spoil Mel with bubble baths and calming music to decompress, Jayce gives her the most incredible massages and Viktor braids her hair until the stress melts away.

Mel and Viktor sometimes tell Jayce stories of their childhoods and he just gets so horrified by what they’re convinced is normal and they don’t know whether they should laugh or go to therapy.

Probably both.

Viktor often Does Not Know How To Person. Yes he can do incredible science stuff but he would burn down the apartment if he tried to make hash browns and often forgets to eat and sleep (cause mood.)

Jayce is also like this but in a himbo way rather than a cryptid way. Look at this man and tell me he has never gotten his finger stuck in the Chipotle wall.

Jayce has a shit ton of responsibilities and often makes lists to remember them all… except then he forgets where the lists are.

They all infodump to each other constantly. Viktor and Jayce talk Mel’s ear off about the newest Hextech ideas, and then Mel does the same about her painting. She has on multiple occasions tried to teach them perspective and color theory even though they still draw like children. She finds it adorable.

Mel and Viktor are ABSOLUTE GREMLINS together and blow off steam by playing small tricks on Jayce, and Mel especially loves it because nobody would ever believe it was her.

Occasionally Viktor listens to the same song over and over again for weeks until whatever he was using to listen “mysteriously breaks.”

Anyways I love my himbo, cryptid, and girlboss, they’re absolutely magnificent and the best part of Arcane and I don’t care who I have to kill to give them happiness.

#canon is dead and I killed it #arcane #meljayvik #jayvikmel #meljay #jayvik #melvik #(platonic) #Arcane #arcane league of legends #mel medarda #jayce talis #viktor arcane #viktor lol #autism go brrrrrrr #I’m really just projecting everywhere #And the best part of this plan is nobody can stop me

[bringthekaos]

Hi. I don’t know how open you are to different fic or au concepts, but there’s this song by Paul Dempsey called “Ramona was a waitress” about a guy arguing with an ai robot waitress (who he is also in love with) about mortality and the meaning of life. I’m currently deep in Jayvik brainrot after the announcement of Arcane’s season 2 release date, and was wondering if the lyrics for the song might be able to sew a seed of inspiration. Love your writing.

Ahhh hiiii, I’m glad you enjoy my writing 🥰

So I’m not vocal about this, because it really is just personal taste, but I… dislike AUs. Like… i don’t mind fix-it fics, or faction swaps, the occasional A/B/O if I’m starving for content… as long as the nature of the character and their setting hasn’t changed. I get the appeal, coffee shop/flower shop AU is cute and affirming and not angsty, but like… when Viktor doesn’t have any of the experiences that make him Viktor… at that point it’s just an OC named Viktor.

BUT, in answer to your question, I just listened to the song and A) I LOVE IT, how have I never heard this song, adding to my Spoderfy rn. And B) I could see myself weaving this into a canon-compliant fic! Like… I’m sure there’s still a lot to talk about, post-divorce and post-reconciliation. The things Viktor has been through drastically changed his outlook on life and morality, and Jayce just… wants to understand. Like, at first he was put off by Viktor’s skepticism and cynicism, but… they finally sit down one day and Jayce prefaces his questions with “I’m just trying to understand why you think the way you do, the reasoning behind your new worldview. And I want honesty, I truly do. I won’t judge you for your answers, I won’t write them off. I really just… wanna know you… the you that you are now.”

And yes, Viktor’s opinions are pessimistic and depressive, but… he explains why he feels that way, the trauma that led to each and every decision he’s made since becoming the Machine Herald. And how he’s seen it, every day; the people of Zaun try to do good, to be good. There is hope and philanthropy here too, but every act of selflessness in Zaun has an asterisk on it. Because people have to do bad things to survive down there. So no act of goodwill is ever truly unmarred, but does that make it any less valuable? Does that change the nature of goodwill? That perhaps people can do bad things in the name of good, and… we must reckon with the intention? It all comes down to the old “ends justify the means” discussion. And Viktor doesn’t have an answer for that, because that argument has layers, it has stipulations. How bad was the bad thing? And whose definition of “bad” are we talking about? Piltover, or Zaun?

I can see this talk ending in tears (probably just Jayce, because Viktor would heavily moderate his emotions for that talk), and nobody comes away with satisfying answers. But… that’s called being human. Even a heavily-modded human. There are no black and white answers. But we have to keep asking questions.

#arcane #jayvik #jayce talis #machine herald viktor #asks #ace answers

[sofarfarout]

Silco inspired pony because Arcane brainrot

I am cringe but I am free

Name: Burnout

Gender: male

Age: 50

-notorious drug lord known for the highly addictive and highly dangerous narcotic Blue Fire, Blue Fire gives an otherworldly high but comes at the cost of feeling like your entire circulatory system is burning, heart failure is the most common cause of death among users

-has been in the drug business since he was a teenager, a disagreement regarding pay cuts with a dragon compatriot led to his eye being sliced up pretty bad and his face being burned

-Burnout isn't his real name but that's what he's known as, is it the drug he formulated, the burn scar, something else? Who knows?

-almost completely blind in his left eye, reacts to shapes and light but not much else, has very keen hearing

-highly intelligent and ruthless, outwardly callous but is surprisingly compassionate deep down

-never bluffs, he doesn't make threats he makes promises

-cold hearted, aggressive and reserved

-will do whatever it takes to protect what he holds dear, no law or morals will stop him from keeping the few loved ones he has safe

-hardened, aloof and driven

-cool and businesslike, kind of uptight

-cautious and paranoid to an unhealthy degree, horrendous trust issues

-appreciative of the arts, not much of a creative type himself but has a good deal of respect for painters, has a professionally painted portrait of himself hanging above his desk

-has a great deal of sympathy for the homeless and destitute of Equestria, uses his wealth to aid in building/repairing homes, feeding the hungry and paying bills where needed, also has a soft spot for foals

-don't forget who helped you though, he may call on you one day

-smoke factory, always has fancy cigars on his person and doesn't really care if you like it or not, he'll probably blow smoke in your face if you complain

-uses really, really strong colognes and aftershave, you might smell him before you see him

-or maybe you'll hear the Old Man Noises

-has chronic migraines

-awful breath, somepony get this guy some mints or gum or something

-gets so very hangry

-enjoys the finer things in life, expensive bourbons, the best cigars, gourmet food etc

-shorter and a bit skinnier than the average stallion, petite

-always cold, has a coat or a sweater at all times

-jumpy, don't sneak up on him unless you really want to unalive, he will throw knives and he has killed at least a dozen ponies before you

-not a morning person at all, talk to him before noon at your peril

-eats meat, enjoys rich, savory and strongly spiced food, sweets tend to upset his stomach but he likes chocolate covered strawberries

-trusts exactly one pony to cut his mane, one pony to cook his food, one pony to tailor his clothes etc

-snores and it sounds like a death rattle

Base- SelenaEde on dA

#swear to fuckin god if any jilco freaks come here #your unwashed asses aren't welcome here #mlp original character #mlp oc #mlp

[shortkingvi]

gonna feed your brainrot. Salem and Team RWBY as they are at the start of Volume 8 get transported to Piltover and Zaun as they are by the end of Arcane season 1. how do things go down? what alliances are formed? which characters get in fights? does it lead to anyone getting punched or kissed? who does Jinx side with? the weird chaos gremlins who like arguing for the oppressed or the terrifying immortal who doesn't usually care if she's a bit murder happy?

truly truly i think jinx and neo would either be in love or kill each other with no in between and maybe caitlyn would fight with blake a lil bit because two bad bitches be fighting sometimes <3

#asks #chasethemad

[marivenah]

❌, 🍑 , 📀, 💙, and 🎀 for Rose?

Thank you so much, Kate! I'm sooo sorry this took me so long to answer! The arcane brainrot took over...

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

At some point, her former high school boyfriend decided to become a bully, for literally no reason. She broke up with him and punched him in the face (not particularly in that order). So, being an asshole or turning into one is definitely a red flag for her she would never tolerate. She would definitely never take back someone like that. Toxic behavior in general would be a reason to break up with someone. She has her morals.

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Wayne Manor. It's her home, where she grew up in. The perfect place to retreat and either spend some time with her family or on her own. Everything she needs is in there. That includes the batcave.

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Rose is very collected, observant and incredulous. She doesn't trust people easily, so it's very hard for her to open up to people who aren't part of her family. Whenever she meets new people, they're usually villains. Since she has to deal with bad guys more than with regular people, she has learned to stay alert and adapt. Manipulation doesn't work on her. However, she herself can definitely be trusted. After all, she's here to protect people.

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

It might be really cliché, but since Rose was a child, she wanted to become a superhero; save and protect the people of Gotham and kick bad guy's asses like her parents. That worked out pretty well for her.

🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?

Rose is definitely the most fashionable one out of the batfamily. She loves dressing up and trying out different styles and trends. The only reason she enjoys attending her dad's parties is because she can wear something fancy. She does feel the most comfortable in her batsuit, though.

#thank you!! <3 #this is again super late #just know that I never ignore or forget asks in my inbox! #this gal still needs a superhero name #heavy sigh #oc: rose adams #character asks

[tekutiger]

I'm back to leveling another class to 90, and this time it's Reaper ❤️‍🔥. I'm sitting at level 80 right now.

The last time I did the class quests for this storyline was right after Endwalker launch, on Tobi. I honestly couldn't remember much of it, if anything! I just kept thinking... "I don't remember this...." "Is this really what happened?" "Was it really this traumatic the first time around?". Like, how could I forget all of that? I guess it was around a year and a half ago, but good gods. Mostly what I remember is the Arena area (in the screenie above).

Class Quest at Level 75 has something of a jump scare, imo, and I just... really wish that I did NOT forget about that. I was taken aback trying to cover my monitor screen going "Ew! Ew!". Thanks SE for that one 🫣🫠

I know when I first played through it, Reaper and Sage had a LOT of popularity due to being the new classes with the new expansion. It's possible I semi-rushed through the questline and didn't give it the attention it deserved.

BUT what I guess I'm actually trying to say in a very long ramble-y process; the story for the reaper class quests is really good. I feel like it's something that resonates with me, much in the way that the DRK story quest line does.

There are a lot of classes I feel like I mesh well with, and some I 'click best' with too (which is saying something for an alt-o-holic), but we're talking class quests here, not the classes themselves. Even for my main class, I don't feel like they did the class quests proper justice. Like... Red Mage and Vampires? (They're not actual vampires to any non-FFXIV players reading this, but pretty darn close, lol)

And no offense to my fellow RDM mains who actually like that story line, but, it's sinking near the bottom for me in terms of 'connecting with me' 🤷🏻‍♀️ (this has turned rantyyyy oops lol 🙃). I think some other's feel that way about their fave classes though. Like, I've heard split reviews with PLD and WAR... I personally love SCH's storyline, but I've heard people say they dislike it. So on and so forth... 🤷🏻‍♀️. To each their own, at the end of the day.

I'm gonna put spoiler-y things under the cut now 😊

If you've even reached Stormblood, you might notice something about this guy here ☝🏻. Even more so if you've progressed through Shadowbringers, and MORE so through Endwalker. Most definitely through Endwalker. 100% sure I didn't notice it my first playthrough cause I hadn't finished Endwalker yet...

In so many ways he reminds me of Zenos, and yet he also doesn't. There's even a small portion of this 70-80 questline that dips into Solus zos Galvus. It shares some backstory that includes him but the information is significant to Drusilla's story only, and for the sake of moving the Reaper class questline forward. If you're seeking knowledge about Emet, for the sake of learning more about Emet, it's not going to be much.

Speaking of Emet, I've also been eyeing those skills 'Shadow of Death', 'Whorl of Death' and 'Arcane Crest', they look awfully familiar 🤔. Kind of look like some of his Hades abilities, and his glamour weapons, no?

I could ramble on more about that but I'm sure that's been toppled, explained, confirmed, and I've missed it. Or there's better theories and HCs than what's brainrotting in my head 🫠

I know the first time I played through this class, I told myself NOT to like it, because of how popular it was. The same thing with SGE. I felt getting the opportunity to ever play it was either A) never going to happen, or B) going to take a very very long time to happen- as in, an entirely new expansion would have to drop with new classes.

It's over a year & a half later and I think things have finally simmered down with those two classes. Maybe. I can finally say "Yes! I like this class! \o/". I know that's silly, but so is loading into an alliance raid with like, ALL Reapers and ALL Sages. Does anyone else remember that?!

Okay, I guess it wasn't that bad. I'll be honest, I was the first to laugh very loud whenever I got those groups. Mainly cause I'd be the sole RDM and legit felt like a black sheep 😅

Now I get to level 80-90, and go bug Emet again in Ktisis Hyperboreia when I reach level 87, haha 😄. This poor man can't get rid of me 🥰

#teku.blog #I ramble a lot #ramble ramble ramble #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv reaper spoilers #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #teku.ffxiv #teku.ff14 #ffxiv reaper #I'm a derp don't mind me

[movetobiimos]

:: to live without you. viktor 

───  first time writing for viktor (arcane LOL), sadly this is going to be angst that was inspired by a song. “Telephones- vacation”  

─── summary: you finally realize it was time to let go of him, finally letting go and accepting who he really is. 

─── a/n: sorry if this is bad and if he is out of character, lowkey just feel like writing about him because viktor brainrot but i didn’t expect it to turn out like this. BUT ANYHOW i hope you like it hehehe >:D 

“Good morning dear.” Was the first thing he would say whenever you wake up. The sun was always shining brightly on his face, illuminating him from every angle. No matter what, he was stunning. It was like staring at an angel since he was so dazzling and gorgeous. He was your guardian angel. It was like music to your ears every time he called you, every word he said. His russian accent sounded like a melody, a never-ending song. Your thoughts is constantly drawn to him, to the way he smiles at you and only you. The way he expresses himself....him. The way he makes your heart beat faster every minute every second.

He was everything you'd hoped for. A once-in-a-frame photograph is now a reality, a dream realized.

You couldn't help but think back on the times you spent with Viktor. The memories of a romantic morning as he awoke to the light shining on him. You wish things were the same as they were before. You wish none of this mayhem had ever occurred.

You miss all of the "I love yous" and "I'll always be there for yous." It's now complete stillness. You despised the silence, which was devoid of sweet nothings and honey words. Nothing.

He was a completely different person.

You despised the fact that you still remembered the sound of his voice, and you despised the fact that you kept the pass. His memory, his shadow, follows you wherever you go. He's with you wherever you go, and you envision him holding your delicate hands. The rough yet gentle touch of his palms lingering around your empty hands. The feeling of security. He's constantly right with you... Why couldn't you just get over it?

At night, I wonder if he ever thinks of you while he gazes at the stars. The image of you two dancing in the dark under starry skies flashed across your head.

"When this Hextech is finished, do you ever want to settle down?" You inquired softly.

"With you, it's conceivable," he said with a smile.

You were so close to realizing your desire, your dream. If only you wished long and hard enough, but wishes aren't always granted.

'What is it about him?' You always questioned your thinking, you reasoned. Why can't you be the one? Why aren't you able to relieve his suffering? You're sorry for not being good enough for him. He was in excruciating discomfort.

He was the sun, shining so bright even in the darkest days. He made you smile made you feel so content. He made you feel so warm inside. Every minute, second, and hour….you yearn for him. You want him by your side always.

He was the sun, the light he shined. So hard to obtain.

He was unobtainable.

…and you knew that.

“Please Viktor this isn’t worth it, there is going to be another way.” You begged him, you begged him to not give in.

“I’m sorry.” He said no emotions showing.

Nightmares replayed into your dreams, screaming in terror. Screaming by the thought of him leaving you.

“Please viktor…please don’t do this.” You cried trying to reach for him.

And he never paid attention. He believed that his feelings were holding him back. Keeping him from becoming who he truly is and achieving his goals. You recognized who he truly is when you finally saw him for who he is.

He no longer needs you.

He no longer feels you.

But you still feel him.

Your gloomy thoughts were destroyed by the sent of sweetmilk. Tears starts to run down your face, memories came flooding in your brain. Reminiscing the day when you mocked him the two of you having the best of your lives. 

"Viktor, take a rest; I bought you some sweetmilk, like you requested." You guffawed as you handed him the newly prepared sweetmilk.

"I appreciate it, love." He murmured quietly, appreciating the cup and you in front of him. He was aroused by the sweet perfumed liquid.

"Don't you think you're overworking yourself?" I don't want you to overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion or worse, injury because you're usually at the office working on the hextech." And you had no idea... This was exactly how it went down.

"I've got a better idea." This is how you look when you're at work." You mimicked his appearance, posture, and bags under his eyes.

“Oh dear I have so much work to do. My poor lovely y/n will kill me. Oh how i love them so much. I want to kiss them so so badly, they looks so pretty, so handsome…so so amazing! I love love love them. If only Jayce took over the work, I would’ve spend time loving them. Oh how I just want to hold them and squish them!” You mocked him trying your best to sound like him. 

"That's ridiculous." For your information, I don't sound like that." He stated as he snatched his pencil back from you.

"I see how it is, you don't love me." You poked him in the cheeks with a playful pout.

"I did not imply that, but I do love you." He blushed and smiled softly at you.

"I love you as well." Kissing him on the lips with a longing kiss.

"So much..." you murmured as you pressed your lips against his.

You wished you could let him go. You wish you could get away from him. Why couldn't you embrace the new him? Why couldn't you see that he doesn't recognize you anymore? Is he no longer in love with you? He's...gone.

His light was no longer visible.

You did, however, keep a little light from him...

His grin...

When you wake up in the morning, you remember him beaming at you. When you mocked him in jest, you'd get a smile....

Every time he says 'I love you,' he gives you a smile.

Those are the three words.

It's no longer something you hear on a daily basis.

The image of him in the lab will stay with you for the rest of your life. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and months became years.

Despite this, you miss him.

You missed Viktor, who was always interested in discussing science with you. His smooth voice reverberated around the calm room. It vibrates in a certain way....

You've arrived at the hidden location he showed you. Both Piltover and the undercity are depicted. It was a serene scene. As the breeze swept across your hair, the ocean lay calmly.

“I wish I could live in a world without you...”

“However, you are a part of me.” Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed. All of your memories of him, all of the photos you took together.

They weren't alive any longer.

You couldn't have any more of the moments you wished you could have every day.

"Goodbye Viktor...

"I-I love you..."

You placed the necklace he had given you in a digging up hole under the tree with care. You took the tree one last look before tucking it in and covering it up.

"It's finally time for me to let you go..."

You learnt to accept the truth that he would no longer live, no longer love...no longer feel, and you accepted it.

accept: believe or come to recognize (an opinion, explanation, etc.) as valid or correct.

#arcane lol #lol arcane #arcane x reader #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #viktor x reader #league of legends #lol #viktor lol #viktor #the machine herald #league of legends viktor #arcane #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #angst fic #x reader #why did i do this #💚scros3

[marvelatthismess]

Grayson Relationship Headcanons

Feat. my favorite Grayson ship because it has me in a chokehold

Yes, she is goinng to be one of the only things I post about for a bit, the brainrot has control

(please give me a reason to talk about these more)

Grayson & Marcus

Mother/son relationship on top of the mentor/mentee thing

Lin & Mako (tlok) type beat

Also Jake & Holt (B99)

Their first meeting was when Marcus first joined and Grayson was overseeing training, she decided she liked him when he stood his ground instead of backing down like most rookies usually do when faced with her

They bitch toghether about things around the police department, from the paperwork to the people, anything

Someone has to be Marcus' impulse control, that someone is Grayson

Grayson & Caitlyn

Another mentor/mentee relationship

It started as a favour it her parents but she came to care about Caitlyn pretty quickly so she continued to spend time with her even after it stopped being a favour

She would have absolutely been proud of the woman Caitlyn became

Grayson’s the one Caitlyn goes to for an honest opinion as the woman never sugarcoats what she says to Caitlyn unless it’s 100% necessary but, even then, she won’t fully sugarcoat it like many around Caitlyn do

Anytime Caitlyn uses her as an excuse, Grayson covers for her without fail

Grayson & Vander

If looked at through my part Zaunite Grayson headcanon (here), childhood friends and, if not, allies with a common cause that met during one of Grayson’s shifts patrolling the Undercity

They have a clear trust in each other, they wouldn’t have made a deal if they didn’t trust each other

Grayson is the “sarcastic best friend” when they’re together, she will not hesitate to remind him of things in a usually more condescending that necessary tone

I don’t have that many thoughts on them, I just think they’ve got a pretty neat friendship

Grayson & Cassandra

This one’s the favourite ship, many thoughts about this

The kyalin of Arcane

Tobias is still there, I promise, he’s a supportive husband that is perfectly fine with his wife having a girlfriend and the married couple still love each other just the same

It’s very much a secret relationship, neither wanting to deal with the politics of it in high society Piltover - not because of them being women but because one of them is married and the head of her house

Cassandra calls Grayson “darling” in private while Grayson calls her “love”

Both of them put on a tough exterior but they are absolutely soft for each other

Sneaking off to cuddle after long meetings

Grayson knows how to break Cassandra’s poised front within seconds, definitely a bad influence on her and has been since they first met

Shooting competitions when they have spare time, they find it a good stress reliever despite how competitive they get

I could go on about these two for ages, probably going to end up with a post just for their headcanons at some point

#arcane #enforcer grayson #grayson arcane #cassandra kiramman #caitlyn kiramman #vander arcane #marcus arcane #toph's grayson rambling #toph's emotional support found family dynamics #toph's gay rambling #toph's cassgray rambling #toph's arcane rambling

[nikanono]

How bout act 3 huh? Favorite part of arcane so far? What are you looking forward to for season 2?

Im going to have brainrot for a while 🥺 last time i played league was like in 2014, and Vi was my jungle. (i aint going back to LOL for the life of me tho)

I loved everything about arcane. It was so well written and the character progression was near perfect. The only thing is that i wish i saw cait shoot more! Or touch in on her hunting hobbys :3

Im hella excited for the introduction to other characters. Im like 99.999% vander is ww and im excited to see that come about ;-; also real excited for Camille and Ez, im hoping they'll show up :D

BUT ALSO I WANT MORE PILTOVERS FINEST. IM DOWN BAD.

#arcane spoilers

[acatalystrising]

The Arcane brainrot is BAD so I started dabbling in fan fiction. This is my first concept, and if it’s worth it, I’ll post chapter 2! So without further ado, I present the first chapter of The Eyes of Fate! Thanks to @claimtheskies for being my lovely beta reader!!

Summary: Aria’s life is turned upside down when tragedy strikes, inadvertently guiding her into the path of the most dangerous man of the undercity…Silco, the Eye of Zaun.

TW: violence, mentions of physical abuse, deaths, injuries.

(I will state that this is a non-romantic story, timeline-wise this takes place in arc 1, after Sevica aligns with Silco, but before the events of Ep. 3.)

The Eyes of Fate, CH 1:

The alley was dark, but Aria saw them before her parents did; thugs with eyes full of malice and greed. Already she was regretting her father’s decision to take a shortcut home. They wouldn’t be in this position to begin with if he hadn’t made so many enemies gambling and drinking away all they had. But she hadn’t voiced her concern, all too aware it could earn her another beating. Alarm twisted down her throat, clenching her heart in a vise-like grip. This wasn’t right, something was wrong.

Despite her fear of getting in trouble, she had to say something. She tugged her mother’s arm, lips parting to shout a warning, but it was too late.

The three men struck without mercy.

Her father put up a fight, fists balled as he yelled for the men to back down. They didn’t listen. One of the attackers struck her father’s head with a metal bat, and he dropped to the ground without a cry. The assailant rifled through his pockets, quickly grabbing his money…what little they had. Panic sized Aria in its grip, and she screamed as her hand was torn from her mother’s.

She watched, helpless, as the men pulled her mother away, blood streaming down her nose. Her eyes locked with her daughter’s, lips parting with a final cry.

“Aria, run!”

A fist connected with her mother’s cheek, and Aria watched as she was thrown to the ground, her forehead striking the corner of the sidewalk. Crimson blossomed in the stagnant water, and she took a hesitant step back, terror clawing at her throat. Her boot sank into a puddle, causing a loud splash.

The three men looked up, as if suddenly realizing she was there. The tallest one pointed at her, jerking his chin as an order. The two nodded, walking toward her with dark glares, and so, Aria listened to her mother for once.

She ran.

Shouts echoed on the brick walls as the attackers chased after her. Breath snagging in her throat, Aria twisted down an adjacent alley and ran as fast as she could, ducking and diving through the refuse and obstacles in her way. She was only thirteen, but she knew these streets, perhaps better than they did.

But panic was a vicious enemy.

Tears blurred her eyes, streaming freely down her cheeks as she fled. One wrong turn led to another, and she quickly realized she wasn’t where she thought she was. Or where she wanted to be. Fear struck her in waves when the scent of brackish saltwater and sewage wafted past her nose, but she pressed on, her assailants still close behind. She couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. Even though she knew she’d have nowhere to go. Her parents were likely dead…no, not likely. Definitely. Despite their flaws, and her father’s awful temper, and the bruises still fresh on her arms from his outbursts, the acidic tang of loss welled in her throat. But she kept running.

She spun around a corner, and her heart sank low. A dock awaited her, the end a high wooden planked wall meant to shield the waterlogged structures from the waves that raged during storms. A massive building towered above, shattered glass windows glinting in the moonlight, resembling a million eyes watching her every move. Chills skittered down her spine. Something was wrong, terribly wrong about it all.

Her legs locked her in place, but angry shouts behind her sprung her back into action. She bolted down the pier, footsteps thumping on rotting wood. She had to try, maybe there was another path behind the building…

A hand gripped her shoulder, yanking her backward. She screamed, swinging a hand at her attacker. The man gripped her arm and swung, his fist slamming right into her left eye. He released her, and she stumbled backward, her shoulders slamming into the unforgiving wooden wall. Her vision blurred, pain arcing through her skull, and she struggled to remain on her feet, heart hammering loudly in her ears.

“Thought you’d give us the slip, huh?” His voice was dripping with irritation as he approached, bearded face twisted into a scowl. “Well, yer wrong.”

Eye tearing up from the punch, she slid along the wall, looking for any way out. More walls met her gaze, tall and unforgiving. She looked back at the man, and saw that four more now stood with him, brandishing knives.

“Sorry kid, but you’re a witness. Can’t have those running amok.” The man approached, hulking form towering over her, blade gleaming on the moonlight.

Aria felt her blood turn turned ice as the man lunged. She twisted out of the way, trying to run back the way she’d come. Perhaps she could slip through them, if only…

The man grabbed her hair, pulling her backward. She twisted and bit his arm, kicking at his groin. He cursed, the knife flashed…

Pain arced across the left side of her face, hot blood pouring into her already injured eyebrow from the open wound. Shaking, a whimper emitting from her chapped lips, she staggered backward, legs buckling as she was once again backed to the wall. She dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She pressed her left hand over her eye, blood already pooling around her fingers.

Thunder rumbled above, and her attacker approached, bloody knife held ready in his hand.

“No more trouble, now, and I’ll let you die quickly.”

He stood above her, raising his blade…

And then a deep, smooth voice made the man freeze in his tracks.

“Well, well, what have we here?”

The man slowly turned, knife dropping just a tad. His body blocked Aria’s view, but she heard footsteps as someone new approached. The men didn’t utter a word. Fear permeated the air.

“Ahhh, Clagger. It’s been a minute since you’ve crawled from your hole.” The voice was slick, cutting, clearly in control. “What brings you here? And so late at night…”

“Silco…Sir, I was just cleaning up a mess.” Her attacker’s cocky tone was gone, replaced with barely concealed dread. “The brat would have gotten away.”

Silco? She’s heard that name before. One only spoken of in whispers. A name her parents, even her father in his gambling ways, had known to fear. Terror unlike anything she’d ever felt seized her heart.

“Oh?” The voice lilted slightly, as if something was funny. She shivered. “And what petty messes of yours involve children?”

“She’s a thief, sir.” The man sheathed his knife with quivering fingers, voice nearly shaking. “She stole from us.”

Horror flooded through Aria, followed by rage. He was blaming her? Panic and terror kept her lips locked, but she stammered, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks.

“Is that so?” The voice grew louder, nearly a purr over the thunder. “Well, in that case, let me see this…thief.”

The one called Clagger hastily stepped aside.

Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the man who approached. He was a figure from her nightmares. Tall, thin, one icy blue eye cutting through her soul, the other - a hellish burning red, searing her to ash then and there. The left side of his face was pitted with horrific scars that jutted upward like claw marks. He wore his dark hair trimmed to an undercut, slicked back, coat collar high and imposing.

Silco, the notorious crime lord spoken of in terrified whispers, in the flesh like a nightmare made real. He stood above her, trench coat billowing in the howling wind, a disdainful expression chilling her blood to ice.

“Well, child…” a scarred eyebrow lifted. His voice rumbled through her, and she shivered. “Show me what you stole.”

“I…” she swallowed, shaking her head, forcing her words through frozen lips. “I didn’t…I didn’t steal anything. They robbed us…”

“Ahh, feeble excuses borne from a young mind.” His brows lowered, an edge forming to his voice. Her last warning. “I won’t ask again. What did you take from these men?”

Breaths coming ragged and uneven, she lowered her hand from her injured eye to stick her hands in her pockets. She turned them inside out, then pulling her hands free, showing him they were empty. She looked up, forcing herself to meet his gaze. Hating that tears welled in her eyes.

“I don’t have…anything. Go to the Lanes. Find my parent’s bodies on the street.” She sniffed, wincing as the cold wind sliced into her open wound. “They attacked us. I swear.”

Silco’s good eye narrowed, but she could have sworn she glimpsed the briefest flash of pity and rage, quickly withheld. Something she definitely had not expected from someone with his reputation.

Without warning, he knelt so he was eye-level with her, something altogether soft in his mis-matched gaze. When he spoke, his voice hummed with barely concealed fury.

“Who did this to you?”

She blinked, shock rippling through her. She winced, touching her split eyebrow and looking at him in question. He nodded, and for some reason, she didn’t hesitate. She spoke lowly, terrified that the man would hear and hurt her again.

“He did…Clagger.”

Silco nodded, the movement quick and cutting. He stood, and a tall, powerful looking woman approached him, looking down at her with a raised brow.

“What’ll it be, boss?”

Silco stood directly in front of her and turned to face her attacker. The man hesitantly watched, clearly unaware of their exchange. Heart hammering in her chest, Aria watched the events unfold, wondering if she even had a chance of surviving this.

“You know, there’s something that I don’t understand.” Silco didn’t step away from her, yet his voice had taken a far more sinister tone. “Honesty is something I take very seriously despite our line of work. I also despise liars…”

Chills ran down her spine renewed. Did he still not believe her? He was going to kill her….

“Silco, I’m not…”

A gunshot echoed over the pier, cutting his words off short. Aria closed her eyes, expecting to feel the pain blossom in her chest…

A loud thump broke through her panic, and she slowly opened her eyes to see Clagger laying on the deck, facing away from her. Blood was already pooling around his body. His men cursed, turning tail and running away without another word. The head of the snake had been severed. Silence fell on the pier, save for the flashing lighting and rumbling thunder.

Aria’s eye stung, and she covered it over with her hand again, sniffing, shaking in terror as Silco turned to face her, gun still smoking. Those cutting eyes locked on her, expression blank and unreadable. The woman stood behind him, waiting for a command. All was silent and empty on the pier save for the three of them.

Clagger’s body continued to bleed on the planks.

Surely Silco would end her too. She’d just witnessed him kill someone, and was somewhere she most definitely wasn’t supposed to be…

She flinched as Silco lowered the gun, but instead of firing, he holstered the weapon with a snap. He knelt again, and she couldn’t help but try to scoot away. The wall blocked any chance of escape; solid and formidable behind her, but nowhere near as formidable as the person before her. Would he torture her? Throw her to the sharks?

When he spoke, confusion flooded through her in waves.

“They won’t hurt you now.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, making her pause. “Your parents…they’re truly gone?”

She merely nodded, terror still locking over her throat like a hand’s grip. He sighed, lifting a hand and slicking back a hair that had fallen out of place.

“I’m…sorry child. This world is unkind. But you can rise stronger.” She looked up at him in confusion, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his scarred lip. “You’ve been brave, to go through so much. I’ve been meaning to deal with that menace for a while now. You have my thanks.”

She mutely nodded, watching as he went to stand.

The sudden pang of loss struck her, as well as a terrible realization. She was now an orphan, destined to a life on the streets. She knew she wouldn’t last long. Even if Silco spared her life, she was already marked for death. Those men wouldn’t forget her, and the chances of them waiting to mug her as soon as she left the pier were high. More tears pricked her eyes as he stood above her in silence.

“Well, child…” Silco held down a hand, the rain beginning to fall in waves, cascading down his fingers. “Perhaps you should come with me.”

“Me?” Aria took a shuddering breath, frozen in place. Still untrusting. Still expecting a trap. “Why?”

“I too once lost everything.” He gestured at his scarred left eye with his free hand. Something altogether passionate flared in his gaze. “The children of Zaun deserve more. Much more. And we can show them.”

Aria nodded, feeling tears streaming down her cheeks as she reached up and took his hand in hers.

#arcane fanfic #silco fanfic #arcane silco #silco #silco x oc