#it’s viktor thirst hours

[vendetta-if]

would the story completely change IF Yvette (mc's mom) decided to just choose Viktor and mc instead of her job? Like, the story goes as follows with Viktor sadly passing. But would things be a tad different if Yvette's there? Just been really curious about what if's, and hoping what's your thought on that! ^^

Ooohhh 🤔 So, Viktor still died the same way he did in the story currently? The answer is yes and no at the same time. Also, I'm assuming that Yvette is still working as a Superhero, but she's not as focused on it and it's not her main priority anymore.

I think the most different thing will be that she’ll have pretty decent relationships with both Luka and Grandpa, and MC will still be mostly raised by Yvette with Luka helping.

Also, Luka and Grandpa will insist for Yvette and MC to either move in with Luka at the family compound for both of their safety. They will also try to persuade Yvette to quit her career, but she won't because she doesn't want to be fully at the mercy of the Morozovs financially.

Cara will most likely still end up dying and Luka will become their legal guardian like in the story right now. Ash and MC will still spend almost every waking hour together from living in the family compound together.

Now, whether your MC is still thirsting for vengeance or justice, or whether they have found peace with their father's death throughout the years, it depends on your MC's personality and values, I suppose. And yes, I believe with a mother figure still around (especially one whose an Empath), MC will have the chance to cope better and healthier.

Yvette herself has always struggled on whether to seek vengeance like the rest of the Morozovs or just coming into terms with Viktor's passing. In the end, she will not actively seeking revenge, but will not mind helping and even participate if the opportunity presents itself.

But since Yvette is still a superhero, she might still end up being targeted by the Nemesis Project. So, in the end, MC will still be pursuing the leader--if not to avenge their father, then to protect their mom, or maybe both at the same time.

#asks #anon ask #AU #cha: yvette #char: mc #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #hosted games #choice of games

[cheeriecherrymain]

I have a rather....shameless request. I am pushing myself rather hard to do a 4 month Physics course and 4 month human anatomy course in one month... So would it be possible to ask for a Viktor head-cannon thing where the reader comes to him to ask for his physics expertise. Dealing with the reader getting very frustrated but yet never quitting (*cough* as in taking breaks *cough*) Thank you!

I really hope things go well for you, friend! School is hard and really kicks us in the ass sometimes, but I believe in you! Take care of yourself when you're able to - and know that we all wish you the very best!

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Viktor x Reader

-We all know that Viktor is hard on himself. Pushing himself past his limits, staying up late even though he’s exhausted and can barely see straight. It’s a miracle this man didn’t keel over sooner than he did.

-The thing is, he knows his actions are detrimental to his health, both physical and mental. He knows that resting would benefit him. He just…doesn’t really care. He’s of the mind that his worth as a person is inherently tied to what he can do for and give to other people.

-Until he met you.

-He was drawn to your brilliance and ingenuity the moment you spoke out in your shared class. Your hardworking nature, and drive to learn - your thirst for knowledge, and desire to do things well.

-It only made sense that the two of you would end up together. Going from classmates, to partners, to friends, to partners. You always encourage each other in your respective fields of study, helping each other where you can, quizzing each other extensively before every test.

-But lately, he’s noticed that you’ve been…busy. 

-Though, busy might be a grand understatement.

-You’ve been absolutely swamped, is what you’ve been. Nearly drowning in schoolwork, up to your neck in papers and assignments and projects and lectures and presentations and studying, on top of that still needing to take care of yourself and get enough rest.

-You’ve even had to call in a rain check on the rare date night that the two of you had planned, in lieu of working.

-He understands, of course. He’d gone through the same physics class last year, with the workload condensed into just a couple of months in the hopes that he might be able to squeeze in an extra class.

-It had nearly eaten him alive. He might have actually thrown in the towel and called it quits, had it not been for you. Always there, finding time in your own schedule to help him out and listen to his ranting.

-He’d been so grateful back then. But now, seeing you struggle with the exact same things he did? It…worries him.

-He knows how it had felt, being entirely devoid of energy, constantly on the verge of passing out or throwing up, maybe both. The back aches from sitting for long periods of time, the neck tension and headaches, the words on the page blurring together after however many hours of reading.

-Not to mention all the emotions he’d gone through, ranging from despair, to anger, to guilt and grief and self hatred. Hopelessness. He knows that you’ve got to be feeling some kind of way right about now. And he…doesn’t know how to help.

-It had felt different, when he was the one going through it. He had wanted to push through it all and keep going, despite the strain it put on him. He had to learn, had to pass his classes and make something of himself. What good would he be, otherwise?

-But now it’s you. Wonderful, incredible, beautiful, brilliant you. He wants nothing more than to take care of you, and then some, because you deserve the world. And…he worries that you might be pushing yourself too hard.

-Or maybe he’s the one worrying too much.

-Even when you storm into the lab one evening, late enough that even Jayce has turned in for the night, he worries.

-You’re obviously frustrated, your entire body strung tight, your jaw so clenched he wonders if you might crack your teeth. You’ve got the heaviest looking bookbag slung over your shoulder, weighing you down so you stand crooked, and in your arms are even more ridiculously thick textbooks.

-Some of which he recognizes.

- “I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” he greets you, turning away from the notes he’d been copying down into his journal. “I thought for sure you’d be…studying…? Is everything alright?”

-He watches as you make your way over to the empty desk he and Jayce had set up nearby, for such occasions as you popping in to do some last minute studying.

-You drop your books onto the surface, letting your bag slide off your arm and hit the floor with a dull thunk. Then, you nearly throw the chair out from beneath the desk, and sit down so hard he worries you might have actually hurt yourself.

- “No, Viktor, everything is not alright!” you finally reply, muttering to yourself as you start rooting through one of the pockets of your bag, pulling out a disheveled notebook and a pencil. 

- “I have seven assignments due in less than three days, and I’m barely halfway through all of them! I’ve got four tests coming up, a final exam, plus whatever bullship pop quiz my professor decides to spring on us last minute! My head feels like it’s about to crack in half, my eyes have been burning for the entire week, and I haven’t slept in two days!”

-And yet, despite all this, you put your pencil to your paper and begin writing.

-He watches for a couple seconds, before standing quietly and making his way over to you. 

- “When was the last time you ate?” he asks softly, wincing slightly when your gaze snaps to him from the corner of your bloodshot eyes. Ah, he thinks. So your frustration and exhaustion is coming out in impatience tonight.

-He’s no stranger to such a thing.

- “I just want to know what I should get for you,” he clarifies. “I’m not going to stop you from studying - but I am going to do some of the smaller things that you probably can’t be bothered to do right now. Like eating.”

-Your gaze softens marginally, and your eyes flick back to your work.

- “I had a piece of toast this morning,” you tell him quietly. “It’s the only thing boring enough that would stay down. And ginger ale.”

-He nods to himself. He can do that.

-Twenty minutes later, he’s setting a plate beside you on the desk, away from where you might bump it with your elbow, along with the coldest carbonated beverage he could get his hands on so late at night.

- “Alright,” he says, while you grab a slice of the food he’d made. “Would you mind if I went over what you’ve got on your assignments so far?”

-You narrow your eyes at him.

- “It might help if you get a fresh pair of eyes on your work,” he assures you. “And I’ve been through the same classes that you have, remember? I might be able to offer some pointers.”

-You droop slightly, but nudge your bag towards him anyways, remaining focused on the paper in front of you.

-He gets about halfway through all of what you’ve written so far, leaving little sticky notes on things he thinks could use clarification or rephrasing, as well as little compliments to hopefully balance things out.

-He gets about halfway through, before the sound of your quiet sniffling stops him.

- “Are you-” he begins, but you cut him off.

- “Ignore it,” you nearly plead, wiping hastily at your eyes. “This has happened multiple times this week already - I don’t need coddling. I can work just fine.”

-He fiddles with the corners of the papers in his hands, watching silently as your eyes continuously well up with tears, only to be swiped away seconds before falling down your cheeks. Again and again, as if they’ll never stop.

-Until he can’t take it anymore.

-He reaches forward, wrapping his fingers gently around your upper arm, to momentarily draw your attention away from your work. You resist for a few moments, frowning slightly, but eventually his persistence pays off.

- “We’re going to get through this,” he tells you firmly. “You’re going to finish what you’re working on, and then we’re going to turn in for the night.”

-You open your mouth to protest, but he’s very quick to shush you. “And then,” he continues, “Once you’ve slept a little bit, I’m going to help you with your assignments. No, I’m not going to do them for you - you don’t have to worry about that. But I will be helping you with the structure and wording, and once you’ve got the final product scribbled out, I’m going to help you type them out: that’s menial work, and you don’t need to be worrying about it.”

-You stare at him for a couple seconds, frowning and looking frazzled and confused.

- “Why aren’t you telling me to quit?” you ask, sharper than intended. “I’m just going to be taking up your time - you could be doing better things. There are so many reasons you could be telling me to give up!”

-He trails his fingers down your arm, to your hand, which he tenderly pulls towards his face so he can press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

- “Because you’re brilliant,” he says, laying his cheek into the curve of your palm. “And you’re capable. Strong. Thoughtful. I admire everything about you, from your stubbornness, to your sense of humour, to your tenacity.”

- “And,” he lowers his voice, “I think that even the best of us require help sometimes. Even when we don’t want it.”

- “And sometimes,” he sighs, “We don’t even have the option. Some of us don’t have help. But I had you, even when I was too stubborn to quit, even when I was probably hurting myself. You knew that I wouldn’t give up, so instead, you did what you could to ease the burden on my mind.”

-He turns his head slightly and presses a final kiss to the palm of your hand. “And I know you’re the same. I won’t ask you to quit, because I know it will only upset you. So let me help you in another way I’m able to. Please?”

-He looks at you, with wide, pleading, beautiful eyes, and you can’t help the way your heart melts and warms. Tentatively, you agree.  -It will be a rough month, he thinks, turning his attention back to the papers in his lap. But maybe it will be a little less difficult if you’ve got each other. And afterwards, the two of you can celebrate by taking the nap of the century - perhaps he might even go out on a limb and book a reservation to that fancy garden restaurant you were interested in.

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #viktor headcanons #though it's more of a bullet-point story #i really hope things will go well for you!

[sinning-23]

How're They in Bed?

arcane headcannons to quench my thirst :) enjoy hoes

Silco

-He’s pretty good

-8 inches, curves to the left

-very well groomed

-fucks like a god (only from previous experience that minx lol) 

-expect rough yet slow strokes

-he is definitely a switch but preference to top

-i feel hes the type to be more of a dominant lover and want to have control. 

-call him sir, it just does t for him

-has a thing for knives and shibari

-likes to bite or be bitten(he cant explain it that feral mf)

-will consider bottoming but has to lay down very strong, non-negotiable groudn rules 

-very whiny and gasoy when he bottoms

-”O-Oh! Fukc, dont blow- OH!”

-falls asleep about half an hour after. 

-not the best at aftercare but will try his best

-overallscore 9.5/10

Sevika

-of course she knows how ot fuck after how much time she spends at that damn brothel….

-she is skilled with her fingers, tongue, and the strap

-FREAKY ASF

-i mean sevika is downright nasty!

- will spit in your mouth

-Loves pillow princesses she wants to make sure she’s putting in good work. 

-will try her damndest to get you to squirt (shes filthy i tell you)

-”Keep theses fucking legs spread.”

-Knows your clit ant handke anymore but doesnt care. She wants to rip as many orgasms from you as possible

-shes on the cream team

-doesnt shave, doesnt feel the need to since shes usually the one giving that receiving. 

-expects to have that metal arm all over you (and in you)

-her strap is black and has plenty ridges along it

-7 inches

-will have you suck it for her, she loves that shit

-overallscore 8.5/10 

Vander

-stfu coke can cock because i said so….

-long, strong, and here to bring the friction on (pls shoot me lmao mad unnecessary mc hamer lyric)

-Super veiny

-leaks hella

“Can my pretty pet fit all this in their mouth? Yeah? Show me”

-fucks in the mirror

“Look at how pretty you are, watch me fuck into you, feel me stretching you out”

Will coach you through it. And fuck is it hot

-has a thing for gags. Had one custom made for you speakingof which

-holds your hand when you cum

“Thats it, look at that face, so so so pretty. Wanna let me fuck this hole of youse just one more time?”

Wonderful at aftercare. Knows he can be a bit much in the package department so is always sire to help you out after.

-Overall score 10/10

Vi

Pretty good in bed ngl.

Shes cocky tho

Will show off her tats

Switch, and is happy with a either one

Please eat her out, she’ll beg so pretty she just wants to feel your mouth

“Oh god yes, yes, yes, please!”

-will squirt if you get her worked up enough

-She bites and bites hard. I feel like she also likes to leave lot of hickeys

-I feel likes shes got very pretty boobs.Like theyre perfect and always perky.

-slurps when she eats

-She likes to pull hair more times than not

-Is a bit clumsy(fell off the bed once)

-for th love of god bite her lip when you kiss her

-overall score 8/10

Viktor

-Oh lord 

-i wont say he has no skill whatsoever, but its pretty limited.

-hen doesnt get intimate with very many an thinks the whole thing is very special

-He usually is the one reciving since his leg makes it a bit difficult to more and be as active as hed like with his partner

-nine times out of ten he’ll either have his partner ride or oral

-Is VERY good at coaching his partner 

-”Yes, thats it, does that feel good? Perhaps i should curl my fingers upwards just.. Like…this-”

-very good with aftercare. Will bring you water and a warm towel.

-likes having his hair pulled

-is very sensitive i think, like just kissing th etip is enough to send him into a frenzy. 

-overall score 9/10

Jayce

Oh jesus CHRISt

-bratty

-service top

-likes begging called “good boy”

-Has a thing gor shibari and blindfolds

-peg him, hes been waiting for this lmao

-Whiny when he moans but can get very growly/groan when hes close

-likes to be choked and bitten (Lil freakaleak)

-im not saying he has an authority kink….but i am saying that if a ‘yes sir/ma’am’ slips out dont hold it against him

-kinda really shitty at aftercar…welll its usually him that is at the reciving end ofthe aftercare but still!

-will fall asleep almost immediately after

-hes a pillow prince lmao

-overall score 7.5/10

Marcus

-bet you didntthink id write for this fucker lmao

-him an dhis stupis, shitty, sexy sideburns >:(

-marcus doesnt have secks…he fuck and fucks hard

-i feel likes hes the type to hatefuck and just be so filthy about it

-“Oh i bet you like that dont you slut? Like the way this cok feels inside you?”

-strangly enough is packing. I mena id have a bitchy attitude and act like i was the shit 24/7 if i has a monster cock too lmao

-fucks faces and loveeeesss wathcing his s/o choke on it

-’c’mon prince/princess i know you can take”

-Pulls hair, smacks ass,degrades like no other-

-aftercare sucks

-hes the type to blow his load and hit the road and then demand you fuck him again when you see eachother 

-overstim 100%

-wil spit in your mouth, smirk, and make you swallow

-”look at you, being so obedient for me”

-overall score 9.5/10

#arcane #smUt #leageoflegends #marcus arcane #silco arcane #jayce talis #viktor arcane #vi arcane #sevika arcane #headcannns #x reader

[vikkisser]

thinkin abt that viktor dakimakura or whatever its called that i drew

#def not posting it #...unless....? #hes so cute .crying #😭😭 viktor thirst hours #viktor licht

[star-of-zaun]

VIKTOR AND BELLAMY’S FIRST AND LAST DANCE TOGETHER. — IMMORTAL THIRST, EPISODE 1 AND EPISODE 12.

[ Alternate Title: Bellamy’s first and last dance with Viktor, as a human and as a vampire. ]

#mc: bellamy valentino #viktor saburov #viktor x mc #immortal thirst #playoriginals #originals interactive story series #bur.exe #i apologise for the lighting in the second picture ;; screenshotting scenes for this game can be troublesome!! 🥺 #ITS MISSING VIKTOR AND BELLAMY HOURS

[choco-minto]

I FINALLY FINISHED CYBERPUNK 2077!

Some notes off the top of my head:

Viktor Vector? Viktor Vektor? Victor Vektor? Victor Vector? The game can’t make up its mind on what Vik’s name should be, but either way...I wanna bang him.

Seriously, I thought I’d be thirsting for Keanu the whole game...NOPE. I want the ripperdoc.

QUICKHACKS. PUT EVERYTHING YOU CAN IN INTELLIGENCE. Ping and Contagion are so OP.

I know Jackie died in the game trailer, but it still hurt see it again.

Speaking of Jackie, don’t send him to Vik...just trust me on this one. Choose any of the other two options, but DON’T SEND HIM TO VIK.

The gig “Happy Together” is TIMED. Please check on your neighbor as much as you can while the gig is active.

Drink vending machines >>> civilian’s lives

I hate driving in real life and I hate driving in game even more.

Judy really made me question my sexuality.

Also, Judy is a bit impulsive...but if you wanna be her friend, you gotta go along with her bad decisions lol

I asked Viktor “How’s Biz” a million times in hopes that he’d say something different. Why can’t I bang him?

Yo Johnny, I know your intentions are good, but I don’t think freeing GLaDOS is a good thing. She literally tried to kill us not even an hour ago.

I understood The Office, Cowboy Bebop, The Matrix, Ghost in a Shell, and Overwatch references.

Hey. That stupid statue Mitch gives you that was Scorpion’s good luck charm? You can put that on the end table in your apartment. Mortal Kombat. I understood that reference too.

River is really really hot. The intimate scene was really really hot too. But if given the option I’d still go for Viktor.

I did not expect the grandma sex scene.

I also did not expect the Spanish Inquisition.

By the way, the creepy poem you get when you decrypt the shard from “The Prophet” cult, the real message is the first letter of every word of the poem.

For a man of God, the Padre is kind of a dick.

The Nomads are beautiful and sweet and I killed everyone who tried to mess with them.

Blaze, the guy who sent Viktor that threatening message (that you can read on his terminal), he’s one of the scavs you kill in the very first job you do with Jackie when you rescue Sandra Dorsett.

Choosing Denny over Henry was literally the easiest choice I had to make in this game.

Look, Takemura, I know you’re loyal to Saburo and all, but he and everyone in his family are pieces of shit. Every time you talked about how much you respected Saburo and his daughter made me want to stab your eyes out. 

I know that Takemura is super high on everyone’s “I wish he was romanceable” list, but he’s definitely not on mine. After everything I did for that ahole, he told me to go fuck myself in the credits when I took the Nomad ending. SCREW YOU TAKEMURA. 

Viktor, why aren’t you romanceable?

It’s SO good! I don’t think I got so invested in a game since Mass Effect. I know everyone is angry for the crunch time/semi-unfinished release, but please throw your hate towards the studio execs/higher ups and don’t take that anger out by insulting the game itself. I can tell that there was a LOT of love and effort that was put into this game and I appreciate all the artists, writers, designers, and everyone else who worked on this.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cd projekt red #viktor vector

[uchihashisuii]

Viktor Vector/Female V spanking

blame the vik thirst squad for this

it’s very short and VERY self-indulgent

(Recommended Listening: Use Me by PVRIS)

Read it on Ao3 here!

enjoy! x

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The room is swathed in the colours of dusk; blue and purple and orange combined with the reflection of neons through the open window. The sounds of traffic far below can be heard, no louder than V's labored breathing.

Her panties are already drenched, and they'd barely begun. V is laying across Vik's lap, stomach against his thighs and her nails digging into his jeans. The gooseflesh bumping across her naked skin is a heady contrast against him, still fully clothed as his hand roams over the curve of her ass. V's jaw is clenched hard enough to crack, the tension rolling off of her in waves. So far he'd only rubbed his hand across her, fingers refusing to delve where she needs him most; her cunt clenches at the thought, breath leaving her in a moan.

Vik only chuckles at her. "Need something?"

V laughs breathlessly, head hanging limply. "Yeah. Need you," she says in a whisper, flush bright on her face as she squirms in his lap, chasing his touch.

His hand comes down hard on her ass, making her jerk and gasp, thighs clenching together. He rubs the spot he spanked, shaking his head.

"Cant hear you, sweetheart."

V huffs out a breath, eyes falling shut as she swallows thickly. And stays silent.

Vik swats the other cheek, making her gasp his name. He waits before putting his hand gently over the mark, giving her plenty of time to fidget and pout before he eases his fingers over her, massaging the sore spot.

"Wanna try that again?" He asks, voice deeper and sounding impatient.

V bites down on her bottom lip, fingers digging harder into his leg. "I want you," she breathes, louder this time, "I need you, Vik."

He hums under his breath, nodding his head. "You think you deserve that, doll?" He moves his hand over her ass and down to her thigh, fingers curling just under her cunt. V stiffens at the barely-there touch, back arching as she pants. She's getting to her breaking point and they both know it, her thighs trembling even as she pushes them together, seeking any friction she can.

V swallows both the lump in her throat and her pride, wriggling her hips against him. "Please," she says, not recognizing her own longing voice, "please, Viktor."

Vik groans at that, grabbing a handful of her ass in thick fingers. He leans forward to press a kiss to her sweat-slicked back, making her sigh softly. "Good girl," he whispers against her skin before righting himself in the chair, pulling her panties off and down her legs. The moment she's naked V shivers, tossing her hair back and biting down on her bottom lip.

Vik runs his fingers slowly over her naked ass, her only warning a hitch in his breath before he spanks her, harder this time.

V arches her back, a small whimper passing her lips. "One," she counts, sounding as though she'd just run a mile. Vik rubs the spot tenderly, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of her reddened skin.

It goes on like this for minutes, maybe hours; all V knows is that she's drenched between her thighs, shaking and panting and writhing in his lap, tears springing in her eyes from the addictive mix of pleasure-pain, desperate for his touch where she needs it most.

By the time she counts twenty she's half-delirious, twitching at every breeze against her raw skin. She can feel Vik's cock against her stomach, hard and probably aching as much as she is, right now. His breathing is heavy, voice a near growl every time he croons sweetly to her how much of a good girl she's being, how well she takes it.

He's groaning softly when he curves his palm down the bottom of her ass, his fingers dipping finally, finally, between her folds. V shudders in his lap, moan sounding more like a sob as she grinds herself against him.

His fingers stroke over her cunt, rubbing slowly back and forth before delving deeper, tip of a finger reaching her clit. V feels her stomach clench as her vision goes white, throwing her head back. Vik pushes her hair over her shoulder, leaning down to bury his face against her crown as his free hand moves to hold her neck, squeezing gently.

She cant breathe; not from his hand, no, he'd never, but from the sheer eroticism of it all. Hand on her throat and the other stretched to hold her entire cunt in the palm of his hand, fingers brushing over her clit expertly. V takes in a shaky breath as her back arches, taut as a bow, cunt clenching hard on an aching emptiness -

His fingers work faster over that little bundle of nerves, pressing a kiss to her hair. "That's it, sweetheart. You did so well, beautiful - let go."

Her breathing stops completely as her thighs tighten around his fingers, everything coming to a complete standstill as she reaches the precipice. She's wound too tight, much too close already from all the build up. Vik's fingers circle her clit faster, and V -

V falls.

She comes with a hoarse scream, toes curling and eyes scrunched shut. Vik tightens his fingers on the sides of her throat, and it only heightens the feel of her thundering heart, the waves of pleasure breaking over her like a wave. There's a roaring in her ears as her hips twitch, chasing the friction his fingers offer. She can feel more than hear Vik's chuckle, whispering delicious words in her ear about how beautiful she is, coming apart in his hands like this.

V swallows down her moans as she goes limp, completely spent. Her throat feels scratchy and she's sure her legs are mostly numb. Her ass will be sore for the next few hours and she doesn't honestly believe she can stand.

Worth it, she thinks with a breathless chuckle.

#viktor vector #viktor vektor #victor vector #victor vektor #viktor vector/v #viktor vector x v #cyberpunk 2077 #jules writes #marina velum

[mrskurono]

oh god I feel so bad for being SO out of the loop this past month(months? idk😭) my last phone broke one day out of the blue and since then I've been waiting for a new one(this is how i'm writing) and life was out to get me in every corner

ANYWAYS how are you? how's everything? any new men to thirst after? little 🍋 is baaaaack to stay i missed your writings so much

my zesty citrusy baby! do not feel bad for I have lost a phone to a toilet in a church, a pond with newts in it, boob sweat and tile floor more often than I care to admit. So welcome back!

Hmm updates 🤔 laughs nervously as I've changed my theme and url in a 24 hour period

Hmm can officially say I'm in that Fire Force/Dr.Stone brain rot. I missed small fandoms in which it's me shouting into the void. It's such a liberating feeling ♥ The new husband lists def includes a few new ones. Kurono (obviously), Shinra, Beni, Konro and Viktor. As well as Senku and Ginro.

also came to terms of an identity crisis that I love Izuku Midoroiya but I'm still denying that

My blog is still trash tv embodied so don't worry they're still a lot of dumb stuff to scroll through and read :D

#welcome back <3 #i dont wanna admit how many phones ive gone thru #i have such bad luck and for what??? #its been nice to be away from the hq and jjk fandom ngl i love small fandoms and its where i feel at home heuheuheu #🍋.♡ #and you did it on anon boohoo #three.talks

[honeydazai]

PLEAAAASE all your hcs with viktor, jayce, silco and vander are so. so... My powerful thirst has been quenched PLEASE DO MORE!

you're so sweet anon, thank you so so much! 🤧🧡🧡 i'm very glad you enjoy them!!

there's at least one, if not two being posted in a few hours, so you can look forward to that 👉🏻👈🏻

the first one is technically a repost but not really the Arcane men eating you out, and the second one is threesomes with couples like Jayvik, Vi/Caitlyn, and more 🙏🏻

#🥞 mail

[deesarrachi]

The Yuri!!! On ice Scott Pilgrim AU no one asked for:

Starring our hero, Viktor Nikiforov, who has been drifting through his late twenties without love and without anything but skating, really. Until one day, a beautiful strange man skates his way into his dreams and into his heart: the stunning Katsuki Yuuri. Who is totally down to date him, but first, Viktor must defeat his evil (well, not EVIL per se, just, uh, contractually obligated to handle this, they’re actually all great people, the relationships all ended pretty amicably, it’s a long story ANYWAY) his not-really-evil exes.

“Oh,” thinks Viktor, “Yuuri is so shy and quiet, he’s got what, one? Maybe two of these exes? We’ll be married by next week!”

“There’s seven of them.”

“I’m sorry there’s WHAT.”

Ex number one: Nishigori Yuuko! Who challenges him to a skating competition! An easy win to start with, thinks Viktor, until she tells him that it’s pair skating. And pulls her husband out onto the ice with her.

“Wait, that’s not fair, I thought I just had to defeat Yuuri’s seven not-really-evil exes!”

“You do.”

Informational banner pops up: Ex number two: Nishigori Takeshi has entered the rink!

(”Seriously? Both of you dated him???”

“Dated is a strong word.”

“We held hands on the way to class every day for a week in elementary school.”

“Three dates in junior high. We mostly just talked about skating and Yuuko.”)

Viktor brings Makkachin onto the ice for the pair skate and still wins.

Ex number three: Ketty Abelashvili (from Detroit). She shows up in a flashy car to challenge Viktor, he assumes to a race. He assumes this right up until her car transforms into a big ass mecha and she tells him the battle is about to begin (and starts playing her self-composed battle theme)!

(”WHAT is happening???” Viktor demands, because he just wanted to date the hot guy he watched pole dance and now he’s in a mecha battle????

“Detroit do be like that,” Phichit says soothingly. ”You can borrow my mecha hamster to fight her.”)

The borrowed mecha does a great job, and Viktor secures his third victory. Almost halfway to Yuuri’s heart!

Ex number four: JJ Leroy!

(”No. He did not. I can’t even imagine—”

“One totally awesome night, a trip to Canadian Tire to emergency sharpen his skates, and a shared Smokey’s poutine. That’s dating, JJ style!”

“Isabella, sweetie, I’m so sorry.”)

JJ challenges him to a Canada goose chase. As in, first one to catch a Canada goose is the winner.

They both lose, and it’s VERY embarrassing for everyone involved. There’s a lot a screaming and hissing. JJ concedes the moral victory to Viktor, who screamed a lot less (mostly out of ignorance to the evils of Canada geese, but it still counts).

Ex number five: Christophe Giacometti.

“You? And my sweet Yuuri????”

“Oh I know EXACTLY how sweet he is Viktor.” With the broadest and filthiest wink possible. “You’ll be VERY grateful for the things I taught him when we dated for a WHOLE season.”

(Chris is a filthy liar. They were 15 and 16, they made out a lot and sent flirty [but not even explicit] texts between competitions and exchanged hasty handjobs ONCE)

What else could Chris challenge Viktor to if not a poledancing competition? It’s incredibly close, and they need a quick thirst trap tiebreaker at the end. With the magic of adding a cute dog to his selfie, Viktor just barely squeaks out a win. (Chris asks if he can still join in with them, since it was so close)

Ex number six: Phichit Chulanont!!!

In a shocking (not that shocking) twist, Phichit, the one who’s been helping Viktor get through all these battles, is the penultimate not-so-evil ex!

“I mean, we were roommates.”

“Oh my god, you were roommates…”

Phichit’s battle is a no-brainer: twenty-four hours, most new likes on instagram is the winner. This is a no-holds-barred competition. The only rule? No buying likes, either directly or by promising giveaways to followers. They have to like the picture(s) only because they like them.

What follows is a tense twenty-four hour period where followers of Phichit and Viktor are treated to the most activity they’ve ever seen from both these accounts. There are thirst traps. There are SO MANY pet pictures. There are landscapes and memes and artsy thought-provoking posts. Phichit posts a picture of his hamsters dressed as the previous year’s gpf finalists and Viktor retaliates with Makka in a llama costume. Viktor posts a perfectly framed shot of his morning coffee and a sneaky little off-season croissant, and Phichit posts some delicious Thai food, homemade by his own two hands and perfectly plated. Two kings of social media, almost perfectly matched on every post.

The post that pulls Viktor ahead in the last ten minutes of the competition is a shot of every single medal he’s ever won as a skater, a pile of shining gold filling the frame. Phichit is laughing as he concedes the victory once time is up and tells Viktor that he’d better take good care of his best friend.

And then. 

It was time.

 For the seventh not-so-evil ex. The founder and leader of the League of Evil Exes. Much fanfare. Smoke machine. The drama of it all.

Ex number seven: …Yuri Plisetsky????

“This CANNOT be real, you are FAR too young to have EVER dated Yuuri and when would you have even met him?????? This isn’t possible, what is going on???”

“Obviously I didn’t date the piggy, I just didn’t want YOU to date him! You’re supposed to be choreographing my senior debut, not mooning after some idiot! So I dug up all this information about his stupid past--” (a lie, Yurio has had a giant crush on Yuuri for at least three years and already knew most of his past dating history) “—and emailed everyone to tell them to stop you!”

“Yura, you should have just ASKED me, of course I’m still going to choreograph for you!” (obviously a lie, this is him just now remembering that he promised Yura a routine) “I can do both! I have yours almost ready already!”

Which… counts as a victory according to the rules of the League of Evil Exes! Viktor has completed the gauntlet and can now officially date Yuuri!

THE END

#this is so dumb but has been in my brain for YEARS #and I finally decided to just get it OUT #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri!!! on ice #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim

[bonesgadh]

My take on Arya Stark’s ending in Game of Thrones (a.k.a why I firmly believe she is going to return to Westeros eventually)

Disclaimer: I still don’t agree with the way D&D chose to end Arya’s arc—and probably I never will. However, I wrote this very long-ass meta because I’ve been trying to find a meaning behind her ending, and in case you are still in denial as I am I hope this helps you get some closure.

Let’s begin (as I just said a very long-ass meta coming right up, I promise it’s the last one):

The last two weeks have been rough. Now that my mom™ has given up on GOT I’ve been forced to keep my theories and headcanons to myself (although I’ve shared my rants with you it’s not the same because it’s not a proper conversation with actual feedback). I’ve spent a good portion of my days thinking about how shitty the GOT finale was and how stupid it was for Arya to leave her family and her home behind just to sail into the unknown. I know there’s people out there who are pleased with her decision, saying that Arya was always a free spirit and is not meant to be bound to one place for long, and that she is destined for greatness and a life of adventures. There’re also others out there (like me) who are not happy at all because even though Arya is a free spirit, she is not a lonely wolf. She is fierce and independent but she also has strong bonds with her family and her home and there’s no way she would give that up to follow a life of uncertainty away from those she loves. Anyway, everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

That said and in case you haven’t noticed, I’ll proceed to make the following statement: I’m a complete Arya Stark stan. Arya is one of my three favorite fictional characters ever and I have loved her ever since I first saw her on screen ruining her embroidery. I love how she talks, the things she says, how she thinks, how she loves and feels. I love the way Maisie Williams portrays her and speaks on her behalf in interviews and bts videos; she gets Arya in a way no one does and that’s what a good actor is supposed to do, to become its character’s custodian (like Carrie Fisher was Princess Leia’s).

I have spent years studying Arya. Profiling her, analyzing her, trying to get inside her head to understand her motivations. “What is Arya thinking in that scene? What motivates her to do what she is doing? What are the real reasons behind her actions?” I’ve used all my training as a psychologist to get to know her better, to love her more. When I study a character I like to pretend we are in therapy; I’m their therapist and they are my patients.

Now, why didn’t I support Arya’s decision to go find out what’s west of Westeros? Because for the first time since I started watching GOT I couldn’t understand why she wanted to do it. I couldn’t. Obviously because her leaving brings a sad end to the Stark rhetoric of “the lone wolf dies but the pack survives”, but also because I just didn’t get why someone who had finally embraced life would embark in such a suicide mission. I was left speechless (and yeah I know she mentioned wanting to make that trip before but she did it once and at a time of her life when she thought she was alone in the world).

As a Gendrya shipper I didn’t like her rejecting Gendry’s proposal but I understood her reasons. I knew she had something else to do, besides she had never been drawn to the life of a lady because that’s not her (even though I strongly believe changing your mind about something you said when you were a child is completely valid and it doesn’t mean you’ll become a different person but whatever). Besides it made sense after what Maisie said about Arya being torn between life and death. It hurt but I knew why she did it. That didn’t happen to me during the last episode.

Arya leaving to see what’s west of Westeros didn’t make sense to me because it seemed as if she was embracing her “no one” persona again. What makes you ‘”someone”? Your home, your family, your friends. What makes Arya Arya? Winterfell, her siblings and those she holds dear (besides her family, Gendry is the only meaningful relationship she has now that the Hound is dead). Arya choosing the life of a reckless adventurer meant giving up her home, her family and her friends. I couldn’t stop scratching my head at the thought of Arya going back to being no one because it pretty much destroyed her entire arc from at least seasons 6, 7 and 8 (her returning home after years away, reuniting with her loved ones, finally embracing life and recovering her humanity).

Arya’s decision has haunted me for two entire weeks. I couldn’t stop asking myself: “Why?” Well, after sleeping for approximately 70 hours over the last fourteen nights I think I finally have the answer:

Her choice goes beyond wanting to see what’s west of Westeros, beyond a longing for an adventure that she gets to choose for once, beyond living wild and free.

Arya is looking for the meaning of her life.

For years, Arya‘s list worked as a lifesaver. She held on to it as tightly as she could and it’s what helped her survive all the shit she went through. In “Man’s Search for Meaning” Viktor Frankl says:

Those who have a ‘why’ to live, can bear with almost any 'how’.

When you lose whatever gives meaning to your life (your partner, your children, your parents, your job) you suffer the most serious existential crisis of them all.

Arya’s entire existence revolved around getting revenge, about avenging her family and making those who had hurt them pay. However, with her list gone, Arya has now lost the “why” Frankl talks about. Chances are she can’t stop asking herself what happens next, followed closely by:

”Who am I without my list, a list that gave meaning to my life?”

For those at Winterfell she is a hero, the slayer of the Night King, the savior of the world. For Gendry she is the woman he loves, the one he wants to marry. For Jaqen and the Faceless Men she is a girl, a girl that is no one. For those who have known her for most of her life she is a lady.

But Arya rejects all of the above. She said it herself to the Hound: she doesn’t like heroes. She doesn’t see herself as one even though she is. She rejects Gendry’s proposal because she is not interested in being a Lord’s wife (although she has feelings for him she doesn’t want to live in a man’s shadow). She rejects the identity set on her by Jaqen because she knows she’ll never be able to let go off her thirst for vengeance. She rejects being a lady because that’s not her.

It seems to me Arya is very aware of the things she is not, but she doesn’t know what she is.

In that case, who is Arya Stark? What is her?

“Who are you?” is probably the hardest question you can ask a person to answer. My guess is Arya doesn’t even know it herself. That’s why her whole plot with the Faceless Men makes sense and it’s not really about her learning cool skills, it’s more about her trying to learn who she is. Even though she knew she was Arya Stark of Winterfell what does that even mean? Strictly speaking it’s nothing else besides her name and the place where she was born. However, things with the Faceless Men would never work because if there’s one thing Arya knows is that she is not no one. She defended her right to her identity until her last day in Braavos.

I mentioned earlier three of the things that make you you are your home, your family and your friends. Let’s break them down:

Home

A crucial part of Arya’s overall arc was her constantly trying to return to Winterfell, her very long road back home. However she abandoned her quest and went to Braavos instead, and for a while she seemed to have forgotten her earlier wish. A year and a half later she told Jaqen she was going home after she decided to leave the Faceless Men, but she wasn’t planning on going back North. She only decided to head there after she heard her family had recovered Winterfell. She told Nymeria she was going home because at that moment she thought the North was her home. 

But then why did she leave without saying goodbye after the Great War? Perhaps she didn’t want to worry her family by telling them what she planned to do, or maybe (and for the record I don’t agree with what I’m about to say) the months she spent there made her realize Winterfell was not her home anymore—or it didn’t quite feel like home yet—. When she and the Hound were inside the Red Keep and he told her to go home, my guess is Arya had no idea where to go. The place she believed to be home was not anymore, so where was she supposed to go? That’s why she didn’t really abandon King’s Landing after she rode away on the white horse—she only used it to leave the immediate destruction but chose to return to check on Jon, because she had nowhere else to go.

Family

Now, let’s compare Arya’s position in the finale with that of her siblings:

Jon left to live with the wildings, the people he loves and who love him in return. He is meant to be with them and maybe even lead them, Bran kind of hinted at this during their goodbye after Jon apologized for not being there for him when he needed him. I don’t remember the exact quote but if my memory doesn’t fail me he said something like “You were exactly where you were supposed to be”, and that’s what gave Jon the idea of permanently leaving with the wildings.

Sansa was crowned Queen in the North. She is officially the leader of the pack and the alfa, and her new mission is to protect and guide her people. Thanks to her the Starks recovered Winterfell, she fought for independence and the northerners love her.

Bran was elected King of the Six Kingdoms and he will help rebuilt the realm after the war’s atrocities and prevent everyone from reprising their mistakes.

Strictly speaking her siblings don’t need her right now, the three of them are relatively safe and they have all found the meaning of their lives and their place in the world. Arya, on the other hand, hasn’t. Her list gave her a meaning for years, but now that it’s gone for good she is trying to find a new one. You would think killing the Night King would give her some sense of purpose, but I honestly believe finding out you were born to save humanity would give you an even bigger existential crisis than anything else.

”Hey, but didn’t the ending already establish finding out what’s west of Westeros is the new meaning of her life?” You might ask.

The answer is no, it didn’t. The way I see it, Arya wanting to know what’s west of Westeros is like an item from her bucket list. A few weeks ago I found a very good post that said it would be great if Arya replaced her killing list with a “living” list full of things she wants to do. “Seeing what’s west of Westeros” definitely sounds like a bucket list item to me.

Also just take a look at each of the Stark’s endings by the time the credits roll:

Jon, Sansa and Bran’s endings are very “final”, sort to speak, while Arya’s was the most ambiguous of them all. When you get exiled you get exiled for life; if you are King or Queen you are until you die. However, a journey is, by definition, a temporary thing. Arya can’t—and won’t— spend the rest of her life travelling to nowhere. A person that has been as hurt as Arya has needs stability, something safe to hold on to, and living an errant life is the exact opposite of this.

Besides she is Sansa’s heir. Even if Sansa is young too we can’t know for sure if she’ll ever get married and have kids and therefore it’s way too risky to make their entire lineage depend on her. That’s why a King or Queen’s siblings try to have two-three children themselves, just in case they come in hand.

Goodbyes

GOT is a show that puts a lot of emphasis in goodbyes. When they wanted to close a storyline, most of the times they gave those involved a closure scene (this doesn’t include Gendrya because their final scene didn’t give them closure at all, but that’s another story). The ones I can remember now:

Daenerys never got to meet Rhaego and still she was able to say goodbye to him and Drogo during her vision.

Davos giving the wooden stag to Shireen.

Sansa telling Ramsay to his face how much she hated him and how his house would go extinct after his death right before giving him to his own dogs to eat.

I would dare to say the scene where Talisa and Robb talk about their baby right before they are murdered during the Red Wedding serves as a goodbye between them.

Theon and Yara’s final scene from 8x01. 

Jaime and Brienne’s conversation before he left for King’s Landing.

Obviously the Hound and Arya’s moment at the Red Keep when he encourages her to save herself.

Tyrion thanking Jaime for being kind to him before helping him escape

I was pissed we didn’t see Arya saying goodbye to Sansa. They wasted a good two minutes on Tyrion rearranging furniture but they didn’t give us the Stark sisters wishing each other good fortune? I call bullshit. Nevertheless I now believe it was probably a good thing we didn’t (if you are a Gendrya shipper this applies to them as well).

The reason why we saw Sansa, Arya and Bran saying goodbye to Jon was because it was meant to be the last time the three Starks would see their half brother/cousin. However we didn’t see Sansa, Arya and Bran saying goodbye to each other because they will definitely reunite in the future. Theirs is not a permanent goodbye while the one with Jon was, and that’s why they showed it during the episode (besides Arya’s exact words were: “I’m not going back North” but she didn’t say she would never return. The way I see it she meant: “At this moment I don’t intend to go North.”)

Some parting thoughts

I don’t know if what I wrote makes any sense and no matter how much I try to understand it, I’ll never agree with D&D’s decision of sending Arya away and giving her that ending. However, because I think I know her I want to believe she chose to embark on her little suicide mission because she needs to clear her mind and gain some perspective about what she wants to do with her life. I’ve seen some people refer to it as her taking a gap year before college, others say she just went on sabbatical, I personally like to call it a Rumspringa-like trip around the world.

As I mentioned in a previous meta, sometimes we forget Arya is still a very young woman because she is such a badass. She is only 18 years old and she has her whole life ahead of her. She will use her journey to see what’s west of Westeros—which apparently is Asshai in the books’ canon—to discover who she is, instead of what she is not. A recurring theme in Arya’s arc has been her being forced to repress her own identity (pretending to be Arry instead of Arya; pretending to be a boy instead of a girl; pretending to be a mason’s daughter instead of a Lord’s; pretending to be no one just to be accepted into the House of Black and White; pretending to not being scared about potentially dying). But now, she’ll get to construct her identity at her own pace, without being constantly afraid of everything being taken away from her. 

She will arrive at Asshai and discover the known world is round, but she’ll decide to travel across Essos instead of simply turning back. She’ll visit Qarth, catch a glimpse of the Red Waste, go to Dragon’s Bay and stay at the cities Dany was in. She’ll sneak a peak of the Dothraki Sea and Vaes Dothrak, and then she’ll sail for the Valyrian Peninsula. She’ll go to the Red Temple of Volantis and the red priests and priestesses are going to be delighted to meet the person who ended the Long Night. She’ll travel north to Myr, Pentos and Braavos and finally, after a year or two of backpacking through Essos she’ll reaffirm Winterfell/Westeros is her home, and she’ll be ready to return to her family and loved ones as a healed new woman *If you are not a Gendrya shipper you can stop reading right now* First she’ll go to Winterfell to catch up with Sansa, then she’ll go to King’s Landing to say hi to Bran and finally she’ll make her way to Storm’s End.

And Gendrya will get the soft epilogue they were denied in the final episode.

#meta #Arya Stark #game of thrones #gendrya #gendrya positivity

[firstlycan-a]

❝ Viktor would use Lucian's infectious blood to his benefit, taking advantage of the child's thirst, pitting it against him as he was forced to feed off humans: Viktor's slaves. Instead, he created a new race of Immortals, Lycans: Werewolf, but also human. Unlike the others, this new breed could be harnessed, enslaved to guard them in the daylight hours of their Masters. Or so Viktor thought, so very long ago... ❞ Selene

what she is basically saying without saying is: treat your dog like total dirt and he’ll fucking turn against you, rise a rebellion and beat the shit out of you.

#☽ ⎛ wedge of pizza ⎠ ☾ : ooc

[terrablaze514]

Amethyst Necklace (CIYS Sidestory) *Erik x Reader*

A feature presentation: With Love, From Wakanda (hosted by @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots ). This is my *headdesk* late *headdesk* submission. I'm steadily getting my life back, so all hope is not lost. This is based on the Crawl Into Your Sleep series (there's a time jump). Hope you all enjoy it.

“Are we on a date right now?” (Prompt #4)

Rated M (for brief mentions of violence and attempted assault)

Disclaimer: Black Panther belongs to Marvel. I don't own the other fandom that's mentioned, either.

*******

It's been ten weeks since you've crossed paths with Erik. The first few moments were random, albeit sudden - you still couldn't believe how well that first shopping trip went. The instant messages on your school D2L account, the anxious coffee shop meetup, and a fierce ride in his Mercedes-Benz to hit up the mall did things to you. For the record, his swagger switched your senses on no matter how many times you've tried to avoid it.

The way he'd given Dresden a beatdown, accompanied with his “evil twin” Adonis and fellow trainee Viktor… three versus five grimy trifles had presented a gut wrenching experience. You didn't watch the scene, but the terrifying sounds of breaking bones and curdling screams had prompted a random witness to call the cops, since your trifling ex had the audacity to confiscate your phone. Yet, he had intentions to do a gangbang train on you, so in a sense, it’s a great thing Erik and his entourage appeared on the scene before your ex’s friends had a chance to rip your jeans off at the library parking lot.

~°~°~

Erik also had a strange way of blocking thirsty traps on multiple social media accounts you own, especially Instagram and Facebook. The ladies who interfered with him, M'Baku and T'Challa were also blocked in a flash, and they came banging on your door this one fateful night. Half of them were another set of thirst traps from school; a combination of Churchians and R. Kelly sympathizers. You weren't in the mood for their bull, and proceeded to call the cops when your speed dial activated at the press of nine.

“What's going on?” Erik had asked, the racket downstairs noticeable. His voice never failed to melt you, but there were troubling matters at hand.

“Some angry ladies from school, they're at my house, armed with baseball bats and knives…”

“Okay, don't panic!” He commanded. “Remember that amethyst necklace I bought you two weeks ago?”

You've raised an eyebrow when shattered glass is heard from the living room.

“Y-yes,” you whispered.

“Put it on, and don't forget the mace!”

You did as he told. The beautiful gem hung low on your bust. “So, what difference would a necklace make?”

You could sense Erik's smirk. “Make an X with your arms.”

“An X, what for?”

“Y/N, you don't wanna die! I'm all the way on the opposite side of the city, and it’ll take me an hour to physically reach you. So do as I say, okay?”

Another glass shatter, and the door bangs are even louder and pronounced. Expletives that attacked your character were heard with more clarity.

“Do you believe in Wakanda?” Erik probed, bringing you back to focus.

“I do, but that's-”

An attempted disarming at the front door caught your attention.

“Do you believe in Wakanda, babe?”

You took a deep, albeit shaky breath.

“Yes.”

“Then make an X with your arms.”

Both arms did as he commanded. The gem on the necklace glowed and brightened your bedroom, where you're currently occupied.

“Now break it!”

You did it. Golden flashes zapped through the walls and wires of your house, and ultimately knocked your threats ten feet away from your house. As you exited your room, the voices of angry women were gone. Despite the broken window, the warm breeze engulfed your body. There were no crazy ladies in sight. The only display was a pile of bats, knives and Prada bags.

Another thing that caught your attention were the cars. Most were parked at their usual spots, but only two looked totalled, with broken windows and headlights.

“Wow,” you breathed as you processed this lovely aftermath. “All this unnecessary drama, because of social media. It doesn't make much sense, but it must be a good thing, right?” You poked the gemstone on your necklace. “This thing literally saved my life.”

~°~°~

Your phone and laptop alarmed at the same time. A message had arrived from Erik, encouraging you to change and worry about the house damage later. You've selected your favourite evening combo, along with a hat and silver hooped earrings. White tank top, a short silver jacket worn over it, followed by jaguar designed tights, a black skirt and tall black boots. Erik's car had pulled and he hopped out in an instant, surveying the aftermath of the crazies who came for you earlier.

A low whistle left his lips as you descended the staircase. You couldn't help the warmth rushing to your cheeks.

“Look who's glowing this evening!” he began as he opened the door for you.

“Thank-you,” You replied, settling in and buckling up. “So where are we headed?”

Erik entered his side of the car. “Straight to your necklace.”

You peered at it. “My necklace? Why?”

Erik started the engine and, as the car sped, he held the gem. “Just place your hand over mine.”

This is the second time he'd requested a strange favour from you. Strange in your eyes, because of the necklace. What's so special about it?

There's no such thing as magic in Wakanda.

“It will take forever to get there and back if you don't.”

You rolled your eyes as his dimples complimented his smirk.

“Or should I form an X and knock you out of here?” Your sudden confidence boost didn't go unnoticed. Erik chuckled; he liked it when life didn't weigh heavily on your well-being. It's allowed you to spread your wings. To get you out of your shell more, he’d let go of the gem and kept his eyes on the road. Meanwhile, this didn't help your curiosity.

“Well, which one is it?” You pressed. “What's so special about this necklace?”

“That is entirely up to you to decide, but there's someplace special I wanna take you to.”

You cocked an eyebrow in response, “and this is supposed to help us get there?”

“Depends on what you think. I know its location is several hours away.”

Erik's signature smirk had returned, yet this time, you've also noticed a knowing glint in his eye. You needed answers, and you’re gonna get them now.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Erik chuckled, “Of course!”

“Then why haven't we arrived? And why is this necklace so important?”

Just as Erik entered the freeway, he took your necklace and held the gem one more time.

“Just take my hand and we'll get there.”

Alright, alright. Let's see what this can do.

Without blinking, you held his hand and the scenery changed. You were no longer on the freeway in town - the roads looked more sophisticated with pebble tones. Neon lights shone brightly around the cars that drove now. You’ve also noticed that these drivers, well, the majority, were Black.

Your ride entered a bridge, and as you peeked out your window, the ocean below sparkled like stars. It's sunset time and the hues of orange, bright red, pink and fuschia accented the cascade of clouds in the sky. Birds flew across it.

Your hands rummaged through your purse for your smartphone to take photos of these beautiful sights.

Erik smiled, silently thanking Bast for granting his cousin Shuri the ability to create such technology, and for enabling this Pen Pal Program to happen.

~°~°~

Without missing a beat, you both arrived at your destination a few moments later. Krispy Kreme was the hot spot, and you've noticed multiple people walking in as well. Once the guards had verified your IDs, Erik linked your arm with his as one braided guard escorted you both to the VIP floor.

Upon entry, All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar and SZA played in the background. You both took front row seats. As Erik ordered drinks, a young lady with Bantu knots and a sparkly brown dress entered the stage and made an introduction.

“Good evening everyone, this is our Open Mic Night. Thanks for coming out! So settle in, let go of your worries, and enjoy our relaxed atmosphere. All are welcome to participate - the mic is yours. Poetry, song, storytelling, cypher… is entirely up to you.”

At the end of her introduction, your drinks arrived and a variety of performers, known and unknown to Wakanda, owned the mic. By the time the sixth performer of the night closed her song, a round of applause rolled through the atmosphere. You loved every minute of this so far. The overall vibes were cool and collected, warm and welcoming.

That’s when Erik stood and took your hand, escorting you towards the stage.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you whispered.

“It’s our turn,” he said.

Our turn?

Without hesitation, the crowd whistled and made bullet signs - a sign of respect for the Wakandan prince. A handful of young men hollered, “All hail King N'Jadaka!”

... until another set shushed them.

“So what’s your plan?” You mouthed.

“I paint, you speak.”

Well, if this isn’t nerve-wracking. But, I’m here. So here it goes...

You recalled the day your professor had graded you horribly, then the words came.

“How many more times should I feel,

Misunderstood?

How much longer before the world could hear my plea?

This forged, silent treatment had left me in chains,

Chains of choices, between the innovator and the warrior.

When can I rise? When can I fly? When will it be my turn to spark the flames of positive change?

For a brokenhearted daughter? Or the drifting, confused sister?

Where I'm from, there’s promises of empowerment...

Only to be broken and unfounded.

Then let them take credit, erase your name, your contribution, your standing,

Because your leadership is a threat.

How much longer before I can reclaim my power, spread my wings and fly?

I guess only time will tell.”

At the end of your segment, the audience snapped their fingers, whistled and offered their rounds of applause. You took a bow, and noticed Erik’s completed painting: A group of women, staring out of the jail cell, counting the stars. The bottom part of the picture featured his interpretation of what marginalization and institutional racism looked like, from your eyes.

You couldn’t help the warmth radiating your cheeks. Originally, you liked him. Admired him. Favoured him.

Tonight, you fell in love even more. He gets it.

You returned back to your seats, when your hands caught his face and your lips captured his. Thankfully, no one had noticed. The gem on your necklace formed a shield that barred others from seeing what was happening.

His tongue probed entry, and you allowed it. Although, you’ve noticed something a little unusual. Breaking the kiss, you inquired, “Is that a tongue ring?”

Erik chuckled and smacked your butt. “And what’s so important about that?”

Giggling, you added, “You’re dangerous. Now kiss me silly.”

Your lips locked again.

*******

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Ekko

Biography:

A prodigy from the rough streets of Zaun, Ekko manipulates Chronobreak time to twist any situation to his advantage. Using his own invention, the Zero Drive, he explores the branching possibilities of reality to craft the perfect moment. Though he revels in this freedom, when there's a threat to his friends he'll do anything to defend them. To outsiders, Ekko seems to achieve the impossible the first time, every time.

Born with genius-level intellect, Ekko constructed simple machines before he could crawl. Amazed by these displays of brilliance, his parents, Inna and Wyeth, vowed to provide a good future for their son. In their mind, Zaun, with all its pollution and crime, was no place for a child of his genius. They toiled through long factory hours and worked in dangerous conditions in order to forge a path for their son to have opportunities in Piltover.

But Ekko saw things differently.

He witnessed his parents aging beyond their years, trying to make ends meet with small wages while their handmade goods were sold to wealthy Piltovans for exorbitant profits, profits they'd never see thanks to the greedy Factorywood overseers and their shrewd buyers. Pilties wandered over to the Promenade for good, cheap times, or down to the Entresol to indulge in 'everything goes' type clubs. No, his parents' vision of Ekko living a good life in the privilege-filled City of Progress was one he didn't share.

Zaun, however... where his parents only saw the oppressive layers of choking pollution and a blight of criminality, Ekko looked beyond and discovered a dynamic city overflowing with energy and potential. It was a hotbed of pure innovation, a melting pot of faraway cultures, immigrants united by a single desire to pioneer the future. But even they could not hold a candle to the native Zaunites. Not the tech-augmented thugs or bottom-feeding scum whose wicked deeds dominated Piltover newspapers; but the sump-scrappers, the chem-jacks, the horticulturalists that tended to the cultivairs. These, and so many more, were the heart and soul of the city. They were resourceful, resilient, and industrious. They built a thriving culture out of catastrophe and flourished where others would have perished. That Zaun spirit enchanted Ekko and drove him to build his machines exclusively out of junk no one else valued, and spurred him on to test them on himself.

He wasn't alone in possessing that spirit. Ekko befriended scrappy orphans, inquisitive runaways, and anyone whose thirst for excitement was as infectious as the grey-pox. Each had unique talents: from climbing to sculpting, from painting to planning. While many Zaunites eschewed formal education in favor of apprenticeships, these self-dubbed Lost Children of Zaun looked to labyrinthine streets to be their mentor, and as such wasted time in glorious, youthful fashion. They challenged each other to footraces through the Border Markets. They dared each other to climb the precarious routes from the Sump to the Entresol and up to the Promenade. They ran wild and free, answering to no one except their own whims.

To stand out from criminal gangs and other chem-punks, he and his friends opted to keep their bodies whole. Augmentation was, to them, a waste of money and frowned upon. So was stealing from anyone who had nothing or less than they had. This made uppercrust Pilties and tech-enhanced bullies such enticing targets for their mischief. They adorned their secret hideouts with pilfered goods and works of art painted directly on walls. The Lost Children of Zaun felt invincible.

As he grew up, Ekko's inventions became more fantastic and complex, requiring exotic components that needed to be 'liberated' from the scrapyards. Good thing he subscribed to a conveniently flexible view of trespassing. Soon, tech-enhanced vigilnaut thugs and unnervingly aggressive security guards were constantly on the lookout for Ekko and his misfit crew, and often gave the teens a merry chase. It always amused him how Piltover laboratories and Chem-Baron factories fiercely guarded their junk. It's not like they were using these discarded bits of tech for anything. He, on the other hand, could put their trash to good use with a little ingenuity.

One night, while Ekko scoured the rubble of a recently demolished laboratory, he made an astonishing find: a shard of a blue-green gem that glittered with magical energy. He quickly searched and discovered other fragments of the glowing jewel. The shards hummed like they were trying to sing a broken melody, the song growing louder when near other pieces. He painstakingly searched for every splinter of the broken crystal, though some were buried deep beneath tons of debris that required him to squeeze and wiggle between chunks of smelly rubbish. Every child of Zaun heard tales about hextech crystals. They powered weapons and heroes. They could create energy on their own. Hextech crystals had the potential to change the world. Now he held a broken one.

Before he could celebrate his find, the place was crawling with vigilnauts scanning the ruins, searching for something. Ekko knew it was the pieces of the crystal he held in his hand. He barely escaped detection.

After meticulous study, Ekko noticed that faint traces of energy surged when the crystals were brought closer together; the edges crackled and sent waves of rippling distortion through the air. When he pulled the pieces apart, a magnetic-like resistance fought his efforts. It was as if the splintered crystals remembered being whole. Even curiouser, Ekko felt the strangest sensation; a haunting feeling of remembering a moment, only slightly differently.

His hands couldn't keep up with the ideas his mind had for the crystal. During one of his less-than-scientific experiments, the gem exploded into a vortex of shimmering dust, triggering eddies of temporal distortion. Ekko opened his eyes to see several splintered realities - and several 'echo' versions of himself - staring back in sheer panic amid the fractured continua.

He'd really done it this time.

After some tense coordination between Ekko and his paradoxes, they contained and repaired the doozy of a hole he'd torn in the fabric of reality.

Eventually, Ekko harnessed the shattered crystal's temporal powers into a device that would allow him to manipulate small increments of time - well, at least in theory. Before he could test his latest machine, his friends badgered him into climbing Old Hungry to celebrate his name day - so Ekko slung the device over his shoulder and brought it along.

They trekked out to the old clockwork tower in the heart of Old Zaun, and climbed, occasionally stopping to paint an obscene caricature of a prominent Piltie or two. They were near the top when a handhold gave way causing one of his friends to slip and fall off the spire. Instinctively, as if he'd done it a thousand times before, Ekko activated the crystal-containment device. The world shattered around him and he was wrenched backward through swirling particles of time.

The hair on his arms tingled with electricity. A strange wooziness clouded his mind. Then he saw his friend reach for the rotting plank to repeat his soon-to-be-fatal error. CRACK! The plank gave under the boy's weight, but Ekko reached out and grabbed his plummeting friend by the shirt collar and swung him to a nearby ledge. Unfortunately, he misjudged the trajectory and tossed his friend into the clockwork tower's grinding gears. Whoops.

Numerous rewinds and some adjustments for windshear later, Ekko saved his friend's life. To others, it looked like Ekko had the reflexes of a god. Instantly, his status was elevated. He told them about the crystal and the time manipulation and made them swear to keep quiet. Instead, they shamelessly exaggerated their friend's exploits and dared each other to attempt increasingly reckless stunts, knowing they would be kept safe. With each trial (and so much error) the time-warping device - which he'd dubbed the Zero Drive - grew more and more stable. Ekko found he could pilfer components, clobber imposing chem-punk bullies, and even get pickup lines right, making a good first impression every time. The only limit was how much his body could take before exhaustion set in.

Rumors and tales of Ekko's time-bending antics reached the ears of certain powerful people within the twinned cities. Viktor, a much respected (and feared) Zaunite scientist, has a keen interest in an audience with this defiant genius, and outfitted several of his low-level enforcers with powerful enhancements to encourage the boy to join his services. Piltover-renowned innovator Jayce, meanwhile, was eager to size up the Boy Who Shattered Time and reverse-engineer his technology. However, Ekko values his independence too much, and has no desire to be a part of anyone's agenda. A few pursuers might catch a glimpse of Ekko before being thwarted, often embarrassingly so, by the sump-snipe with a preternatural knack for pinpointing their exact weakness.

In his wildest dreams, Ekko imagines his hometown rising up to dwarf the City of Progress. Piltover's golden veneer would be overshadowed by the sheer ingenuity and relentless spunk of a Zaun born not from generations of privilege but from utter daring. He may not have a plan yet, but Ekko has all the time in the world to make his dream a reality.

After all, if he can change the past, how hard could it be to change the future?

Powers/Abilities:

1. Z-Drive Resonance

2. Timewinder

3. Parallel Convergence

4. Phase Dive

5. Chronobreak

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Fic Rec List July 2017

R & R (Risk and Ruination)

fishingclocks

Summary:

On the floor by Yuuri’s bed, there is a forlorn little beep, as Yuuri receives his fifteenth unanswered notification of the morning.

One of them from his fiance.

One of them reading ‘YUURI!! TAKE THE DAY OFF!!! YOU’VE BEEN WORKING HARD AND I LOVE YOU BYE’ followed by a copious amount of varying heart emojis.

Going ignored, the screen goes dark.

Of Office Blunders

BunniesofDoom

Summary:

Yuuri accidentally sends a picture to his boss that he really shouldn’t have sent. AU.

“OOC MY ASS!”

preciousbunnynoiz

Summary:

Yuuri secretly writes fanfiction, including Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri fanfiction and some asshole keeps telling him he writes too OOC.

Yuuri hates him so much

I’m Pretty Much Fucked

monstersinthecosmos

Summary:

Quick drabble about getting ready to have company over. :)

If you can’t take the heat…

mtothedestiel

Summary:

Stay tuned, coming up next it’s Top Chef: International! Join thirteen chefs from around the globe as they battle it out for glory and prizes in the one and only New York City (and share all their innermost thoughts along the way!) Who will emerge victorious, and who will burn out?? Heartwarming triumphs, devastating eliminations, and even ~forbidden romance~ are all coming your way on this showstopping season of Top Chef!

To Worship and Be Worshipped

Unforth

Summary:

Tumblr ficlet written to the prompt: Yuuri as god/deity of some sort and Victor as a completely besotted worshipper

Déjà Vu

KasumiChou

Summary:

“Are you planning to sleep all day?”

A voice questioned with a soft chuckle. A chuckle that set his heart alight.

Victor lay there for a moment, a feeling of déjà vu overtaking him.

Warning: Major Character Death

Soul Loop

Cherry101

Summary:

It was almost funny, how easily it was to watch the day restart.

At this point… it was even common. Every few weeks, there would be a day that would repeat itself. Once, twice, three times, and then everything would go back to normal.

Otabek knew what it was, but he didn’t know what to do about it.

All The Beauties In His Hands

WinterSky101

Summary:

The wedding of Jean-Jacques Leroy and Isabella Yang is the wedding of the century.

Load Paper Tray 1

esutonia

Summary:

Perhaps, Victor realized, they were all gifted in their own ways. The way that Victor could charm the ancient, malfunctioning Xerox into producing perfect packets was perhaps the same way that Yuuri could print carts of brochures but not once refill the paper trays.

Soulmates/Office AU: Everyone has a little magic in them, but soulmates’ powers complete each other. Soulmates don’t know they’re meant for each other, until they figure out how their powers fit together. Victor and Yuuri work for the same company, and end up together with the help of a particularly old, obnoxious Xerox.

we have at least eleven minutes

spicyyuuri

Summary:

just a quickie between gala performances. no big deal, right?

nsfw victuuri week ♔ day two ♔ clothes

Ache

Val_Creative

Summary:

She misses everything about Minako. Hasetsu isn’t the same — too quiet, too empty of joy and laughter.

rouge my knees and roll my stockings down

alykapedia

Summary:

“It’s just that only whores wear the knot in front,” Yuuri says, stepping in close to breathe in Viktor’s intoxicating scent before peering up at him through lowered lashes and affecting an accent he’s heard during one of his and Phichit’s ill-advised jaunts to Covent Garden. “Did you want me to be your whore, milord?”

(Or: A morning well-spent with Lord Nikiforov and his expensive whore.)

At First Bite

opalish

Summary:

“Phichit,” Yuuri said slowly, noting that the hamsters currently had fangs. Tiny, needle-sharp fangs. “Did you name your hamsters Spikester, Hamsticula, and Edward Cullen II because they actually drink the blood of the innocent?”

“Oh, you caught that?” Phichit asked with a winning smile.

The Track

YuriPirozhki (AceOfSpace)

Summary:

JJ liked to think that one day, he could realise his goal of skating flawlessly to a program and song that he’d put together by himself. That would be the day when he’d be more than just Jean-Jacques Leroy, the son of ice dancing’s power couple. He’d be JJ Leroy: Record breaker, history maker, and one of a kind. He was convinced that his new guitar would help him to get there.

places to go, sights to see

Mayarene Rose (Paradise_of_Mary_Jane)

Summary:

This is what Yuuri knows: There is a giant green monster blob, a man with a blue box, and a planet called Barcelona. Also there’s time travel.

(“Time and Relative Dimension in Space,” the Doctor had proudly explained which made absolutely no sense. But then, nothing in the past hour had made any kind of sense so Yuuri’s willing to go with it.

It’s probably not a dream.  Probably.)

Boof? Boof.

JMonCheri

Summary:

Makkachin tells us on how Viktuuri sexy times go down.

WARNING: EXTREMELY explicit. Don’t read unless you want to nut your intestines out.

Soft Things

airspaniel

Summary:

Yuri dresses up, with a little help.

Always Looking Out for You

TripCreates

Summary:

Mari walks over to the closet to start getting things out. She reaches for a box up on a shelf and she begins to pull it toward her. Once it slides off the edge, some sheets of paper slip off the shelf from underneath the box and drift to the floor. Mari laughs as she sees the familiar Viktor posters land on the floor. “I was wondering where those went.”

~~~ Or Mari helps Yuuri pack up his room as he gets ready to move to St. Petersburg to be with Viktor.

love is blind(folded)

hamartiawrites

Summary:

It’s the day of Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding.

Everything looks perfect. The decorations are perfect, every single visitor looks stunning, and Phichit is certain Yuuri will look absolutely breathtaking when those big doors at the end of the hall open.

There’s just one problem, and unfortunately, it’s a big one.

The groom, Viktor Nikiforov? The five time world champion? The Living Legend? The most decorated men’s figure skater in history?

Yeah, he looks downright ridiculous.

(Or the time where Phichit thought Viktor wanted to hurt Yuuri when all Viktor wanted to do was hurt himself with Yuuri’s beauty.)

My Favorite Shape

thoughtsappear

Summary:

Isabella has never doubted Yuri Plisetsky’s animal magnetism.

Firebird

LavenderProse

Summary:

“It’s almost like a marriage proposal,” Viktoria says, and the thing is—the thing is, if Viktoria wanted it to be, Yuri would make it one. If Viktoria had asked, “Is that a marriage proposal?” Yuri would have unhesitatingly said yes. She would have lowered herself onto a knee before Viktoria in Fukuoka Airport, the officially certified least romantic place in the world, and said Viktoria Konstantinovna Nikiforova, please—please—

(Yuri doesn’t know if Viktoria will stay. She wants her to. She wants her to want to. But she doesn’t want to be the only thing holding Viktoria here. Life for Yuri Katsuki is, as always, Hard.)

Cherry

sophiahelix

Summary:

Now Mila turns to look at her, blue eyes open and bright. She offers the cigarette back, pinched between two fingertips lacquered red as her lips, and quirks a smile, sarcastic and knowing. “You mean you don’t support your brother no matter what?”

“Hmph,” Mari snorts, and takes the cigarette back.

Situation Status: Possibly Awesome

ineptshieldmaid

Summary:

It’s early in the season, his first year competing in the Grand Prix as a senior, and Kenji is in a Situation.

We’ll Always Have Paris

Teuthida

Summary:

Lilia recognized her, of course.

The Struggles of Living with Viktor Nikiforov

Minipandacakes

Summary:

Yuuri had imagined life with Viktor in St. Petersburg as being a perfect blur of snuggles and laughter and kisses. And while he was right, he wasn’t quite prepared for the frustration that comes right along with the happiness when you first make a home with your partner. This one-shot is made up of a trio of short stories I couldn’t resist writing out. Enjoy!~

Blades of a Ballet Dancer

Katrinova

Summary:

When word gets out that Yuuri helped create his record breaking routine Yuri On Ice, the world wants to know if he thinks he could do solo work. Yuuri says no, everyone else disagrees. Obviously, everyone else is a traitor.

Part of Yuuri Week 2017 Day 4- [Theme: On Ice]

Strut For Me

Katrinova

Summary:

“Darling, as your coach and choreographer it is also my job to make sure you get the exposure you deserve!” Or, there were aspects of being a world champion figure skater Yuuri was not prepared for. At all.

Part of Yuuri Week 2017 Day 5- [Theme: Eros]

Tweet tweet - Yuuri Week Day 7

hazelandglasz

Summary:

In which Yuuri should never be left alone with a full bottle of vodka and a fully charged phone

[Player] is Suffering From Thirst. [Player] is Well Again.

counterheist

Summary:

“Tell him you’re a blacksmith, Yuuri, tell him you’re good with your hands.”

“…but I’m not a blacksmith?” Phichit is a blacksmith. Yuuri used to make saddles and gaze longingly at daguerreotypes of men wearing the newest shirt collar designs. Now he gazes longingly at Russian immigrants. Maybe he’ll see Nikiforov wearing a new shirt at the next Fort. Maybe he’ll drown at a river crossing first.

Who’s to say?

Crop Top Distraction

nerdlife4eva

Summary:

When Yuuri, Phichit, Victor, and Yurio take a vacation to an all-inclusive resort, Victor’s and Yurio’s fans begin to monopolize their time. Even though Yuuri is understanding, he easily goes along with Phichit’s plan to regain Victor’s attention. These dorks fall in pools over each other. Yuuri is in a crop top, Phichit is in a crop top. Victor is lucky to be alive.

This is part of YuuriWeek and the amazing art is thanks to my insanely talented friend Magical-Mistral please go give this artist some love and watch for our future collabs!!

not in service

PuggleFiclets (Pugglemuggle)

Summary:

“You know what they say…” Yuri replies. “If you crack the ice once, you better be ready to shatter the whole motherfucking pond.” In a dictatorship dominated by the International Skating Union, Yuri was bound to end up in prison sooner or later. He isn’t planning to stay there, though. No—Yuri’s got bigger plans.

#yuri on ice #yoi #fic rec list #July 2017