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mentichi · 1 year
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arcane screencap redraw B)
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cherrymida · 1 year
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notoriouslydevious · 2 years
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Star Guardian Kai’sa & Akali by hyuko_wong
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no-shxme · 10 months
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Hello all, just posted a new Talon fic so I'm obligated to pop in and post about it pfpfpf. I've finally revisited writing Sett/Talon/Yasuo !
"Improvise"
Soul fighter sett/talon/yasuo, ft trans talon.
6.5k words (complete one-shot)
PWP (all smut)
Ao3 Link
if you read it, enjoy!
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manias-wordcount · 2 years
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you should write more talker kink stuff for spike like you did for kinktober 💕 also you should totally write for viktor from arcane sometime!!
Hurt (Viktor x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝟭. 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗺𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟮. 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛 𝗔𝗠𝗬𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗦𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚, 𝗜𝗧 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚�� 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗢𝗬
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
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It hurts that he didn’t tell you. 
It hurts that he kept it under wraps. A secret. Hidden. From everyone. From his co-workers. From Jayce. From you. But you can’t blame him.
“Do you…do you need anything else?” Your voice is quiet as you address him after coming back into the room. The tray of food you just sent down by his bedside is still warm. The soup is boiling hot, and the bread is soft and freshly baked. You’ll have to make sure he eats it soon. The last two times you came over he forgot to finish eating yet was wondering why he felt so weak. But as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t get mad. “Another blanket…? Or I can see if Jayce is free to visit you!”
There’s a period of silence that follows immediately. The room is as quiet as a mouse. As still as a soldier. And then Viktor finally lets out a soft sound in acknowledgment. He’s slow to open his eyes and even slower to lay his eyes upon you. But when he finally does look at you- there’s a small smile that graces his face. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize that look is for you and for you alone right now. He doesn’t know how much you’ll cherish these smiles that you almost lost days ago. He doesn’t know how much you’ll cherish him whom you almost lost days ago. 
“I’m fine for now. Thank you for asking, my dear.” His voice is as warm as it always is when he addresses you. If it were for the fact that his figure looks sickly and he’s still trapped on bed rest, you wouldn’t have guessed anything had happened to him. You might have thought he was still fine. Maybe with a limp, that was worse than it usually was, but nothing that bad. Nothing like this, at least. “Why don’t you come here for a moment? Spend some time with me.”
Spend some time with a dying man.
He said that to you before. Mere hours after being found in his lab, passed out in a pool of his own blood. Mere minutes after you came rushing to his room, just to see him lying in bed with his best friend by his side. Mere seconds before he made you cry for the first time since the two of you were young, stupid little kids. 
He doesn’t say it anymore. Not since that moment when the only way to console you was to wrap his arms around you good and tight and promise that he wouldn’t let go. But he still thinks of it. And you do too. Now that you have to look at him like this. The strongest, smartest man you know is being brought down by an invisible force. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Nothing you can do to help. 
No. No, that’s not right. Little things. You have to remind yourself. Grabbing at the sides of your clothes, tugging them tight within your hands. Grounding yourself. Counting to three. And remembering that he’s here- in front of you. Alive. Breathing. Little things for now. Bringing him food. Reading him books. Combing through his hair. That’s all you can do. Little things. And you’ll do it well. For you. For him.
“Mhm.” You hum softly, before moving closer to him. It’s subtle how he lights up, but you’ll drink it in anyways as he pats the bed. You approach. Quietly. Timidly. Shuffling feet in the dim and silent room as you reach his side and prepare to lay down beside him. 
You feel like a little kid again. You feel small- like you’re crawling into your parent's bed after a nightmare and curling up by their side. The real difference now is that you’re not little. Not anymore. You’re not wearing your pajamas, and you’re not yawning despite your fears of what monsters will come from beneath your bed to snatch you up tonight. You’re so much bigger now. Dressed in everyday clothes as you tuck yourself underneath the chin of the man you can so much about. You feel small, but you’re not. And maybe that’s the scariest monster of all. 
You lay down on your side, peering over at him the entire time you try to get comfortable. You shift once. Twice, just so Viktor can help your head find the pillow. You send him an appreciative smile- something small and light- and he matches with another smile of his own before propping the side of his head up with his hand. Dark strands of his unruly hair fall upon his forehead, but all you can focus on is the way he’s leaning closer and closer and closer and closer. He’s only a hair away from you. His breath tickles on your skin as his chest rises and falls quietly. You lick your lips out of instinct, and his eyes followed. Warm. Your body, your cheeks, your head. It all feels warm. If you pretend hard enough, you think you could do it. You think you could not be reminded of his mortality for a second. A minute. Maybe even longer.
And as he draws impossibly closer to your forehead, you decide that’s what you’ll do. As you close your eyes to feel his lips brushing against your skin, you know that’s what you’ll do. And even as he whispers “Is this okay, my dear?” between kisses, you promise yourself that’s what you’ll do. For everyone. For his co-workers. For Jayce. For him.
For you.
And for now, you’ll just bury your face into his covers as his arm wraps your torso. You’ll pester him about getting more rest and eating the meal you brought him in a little while. You’ll remind to slow down. To ask for help. And to not keep you in the dark too. And maybe he will. Maybe he’ll listen to everything that you ask of him because it’s you. And maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll ignore every request and push himself further. Further, then he’d ever been before. And somehow, you’ll try to learn to be okay with that. Somehow, someway. Because as much as it hurts that he didn’t tell you.
It hurts, even more, to think about losing him too. 
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cringecompstims · 2 years
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Vi Stimboard With Punk/Steampunk Themes!!
🥊⚙️🥊 ⚙️🥊⚙️ 🥊⚙️🥊
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elliots-witt · 11 months
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we can’t change what fate has in store for us, but we don’t have to face it alone.
redraw of the scene of mel looking over the city in arcane !! had sm fun w this piece :)
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bludmd23 · 23 days
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Pats all of them 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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alyakthedorklord · 10 months
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Batman the Playboy
Justice League, not quite early days but before proper identity reveals, though everyone knows Batman knows theirs, bc he has Opinions™ and Constructive Criticisms™ on their secret-keeping.
The issue is brought up on random occasions. The most notable incident- the Justice League, including Batman, being Drunk for Bonding, and Batman, in a fit of paranoid good intentions because he CARES about these idiots, damnit, why must they be so careless, starts insulting them.
Batman, leaning heavily on the table: “GL, you’re a mess, I don’t even know where to start with you. And Arrow! Your goatee is so distinctive, it’s a wonder no one has called you out on it-“
Green Arrow, also drunk: “Alright, there’s no need to insult my awesome facial hair-”
Batman, in despair: “It’s so ugly.”
Green Arrow: (offended noises)
Green Lantern: “Okay, the only reason you know our secret identities is because you’re a rude nosy bastard who needs to know everything about us like a creepy stalker who needs an ego boost! We’re not stupid, Spooky, we’re just polite. We could figure you out easily if we wanted to. Superman can see right through your mask!”
Usually, Batman would have a good response to that. Something smart and reasonable like “villains won’t care for your privacy, I’m testing you,” or something cutting like “I don’t care enough about you to go digging, I set your secret identity as a training exercise for Robin.”
However, Batman is Drunk, because for some reason imbibing drugs that dampen higher brain function is socially acceptable and often, for some reason, expected, because it’s “team bonding” and “come on just loosen up a bit.” (Also for him, drunk=Brucie)
So what Batman ends up saying is: “I could kiss you full on the lips in my secret identity and you wouldn’t know a thing.”
Superman, plucking the glass from Batman’s hand: “Aaaand that is enough alcohol for you!”
Batman nods. Thank God. He wants to go home and sleep. But first: “Superman, yours is so stupid it’s almost impressive-”
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Of course, Green Lantern has smelled a challenge. And Green Lantern must annoy Batman. It’s his true superpower. So, the next time they meet (sober) he brings up the issue again.
GL: “So about what you said at the party… the part where you could kiss us full on the lips without us knowing. You still confident in that without liquid courage, Spooky? Bet you your real name you can’t do it.”
Batman, regretting the fact that alcohol has ever passed his lips: “I could do it, but I will not.”
Flash, curious: “Why’s that?”
Batman: “Informed Consent. I will not risk making any of you feel violated, or manipulated, for the sake of a stupid bet and my ego.”
GA, still offended by the goatee comment, trying to back Batman into a corner: “So if we give consent, we’re fair game? Try me, Batman. Even you can’t pull this off. Anyone else game?”
Some of the Justice League laughs, raising their hands.
Flash: “Come get me, hot stuff! I’ll call you out!”
Wonder Woman: “It could be amusing.”
Martian Manhunter: “I would be far too difficult a target.”
Green Arrow: “Not just you. C’mon, Spooky, flirting well enough to get a kiss from me? I’m a classy lady.”
Black Canary: “D-class, maybe.”
Superman, wants a kiss in on the fun: 🙋🏻‍♂️
“So that’s it then!” Green Lantern says smugly. “Batman, if you can kiss… how many people raised their hands? Ah yes- HALF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, without anyone realizing it’s you, then you win.”
Batman scoffs and walks out, leaving the Justice League in stitches at their joke. Because- Batman? Being good enough at flirting to land a kiss on half the league, without it being forced or awkward, without them recognizing his body language, his voice, his build? How ridiculous!
The Batman is Autistic. The Batman does not understand jokes, especially not ones that are half truths. The Batman has consent, and something to prove.
And Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy, and sexy DILF, has targets.
(Please tell me how you think he gets each League member.)
Edit: there have been a bunch of awesome additions in the notes! My own take here.
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rdfhyrsc · 8 months
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I just love the Superman and Batman comics I just love them
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sasswonfp · 1 year
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This joke came to me in a fit of laughter (ALT description provided :3!)
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The heavy duty landmark crane
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As landsmarks go, this architectural symbol of Gdansk is of similar prominence as the Petronas Twin Towers of Kuala Lumpur and the Big Ben tower clock in London. First built before 1367CE, and rebuilt after a fire a century later, this was for a time the largest crane in the world. Used for putting masts on sailships and loading/unloading of cargo, the building also served as a city gate. The Crane could lift 4 metric tonnes to a height of eleven meters. Two enourmous 6 meter wheels at first powered by people walking inside them made the lifting mechanism work. This crane was in use for 500 years, until the end of the 1800s. Most of the woodwork burned in the battle of Gdansk in 1945. After reconstruction, the crane and gate was donated to the Maritime Museum of Gdansk as part of their exhibitions. At the moment of writing, the Crane is closed for renovations. https://www.inyourpocket.com/gdansk/the-crane_16203v — in Gdansk Poland Harbour.
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tanglepelt · 11 months
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Dc x dp idea 66
Danny and Damian are twins.
Danny does not excel at majority of training. He does excel at stealth. One day he overhears a discussion regarding how there could only be one heir.
He knows he can’t defeat Damian. He also just doesn’t want to. They are by no means close, but it’s still his twin. So right there and then he plots.
Danny fakes his own death. Lighting a fire “accidentally” to “dispose” of his corpse. No risk of the pits bringing him back.
This leads to him in amity park. The Fentons were strange enough to take him in. A son story about how his family wants him dead. Jazz had always wanted a little brother.
Over time Danny realizes just how toxic the league was. Jazz helped a lot. He feels guilty about leaving Damian behind. And for having Damian “kill” him. Sneaking into the league is out of the question so he stews in guilt. Then the accident happens. 5 years later.
So he does go back. Damian isn’t there.
He ends up at a gala with Vlad or sam.
He sees Damian. Danny shoots his shot. Just popping up by him. Apologizing for using him to fake his own death and asking if he managed to realize how bad the league was.
All while dodging Damian’s attacks.
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asyor · 5 months
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brat.
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noecoded · 6 months
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obey me omori low quality img
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yeesa · 2 months
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Am I blue?
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