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a continuation.

your hands tremble, traitorous and weak. needed his reassurance more than you'll ever confess, so you're grateful he gives it freely, though you despise yourself a little for needing it. who are you to seek that shred of comfort when he's the one dripping blood on the floor? focus. pull yourself together, daughter of @wrathuncaged, or you're not much worth that title at all.

so you do. you work more efficiently under his watchful eye; his gaze has never thrown you like another adult's might, never felt the burden of scrutiny or judgment from him. that's how you finish off his bandages with a flare of appreciation for your own handiwork, faint smile piercing through the blanket of concern you'd worn just moments earlier. ❛ we're gonna let her be jealous. ❜ your words are more unkind than you'll ever be; can already see yourself holding out the roll of bandages to powder the moment you return to her, just so she won't find a real reason to match you. ❛ builds character. ❜

but your smile fades eventually. push your arm against his a little harder, rotate it until you can grip his wrist. even that small touch is a comfort, brings you some sense of control. ❛ hey, what happened? ❜ and what if it'd been worse? what if he hadn't come home at all? what if you and your sister found yourselves orphans again, alone in a world this fucking cruel? ❛ how'd you get hurt to begin with? ❜

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it's so effortless, the way she manages to take your heart and fit it perfectly within her little palm. have a feeling that if anyone were to look at her twice right now it'd send you snarling in their direction, rottweiler gone rabid with the urge to protect what's yours. ❛ been there. ❜ too many times; you're no stranger to the vicious bite of loneliness, to the desperate itch of your skin where it cries out for company. that's precisely what drives you to bring your other hand to her cheek, cup her face within both of them. drag your thumbs over her cheekbones, erase the wet evidence of her sadness. ❛ chin up, pretty girl. you can have my hands on you whenever you want. ❜ there's a teasing spark of mischief in your eye you doubt she'll miss; let it cheer her up, with any luck.

but it's not the bare minimum , not to riley . any kindness is treasured , no matter how big or small the gesture might be . and for someone who has spent such little time feeling any sort of affection , this means the world . she'd like to stay like this forever , tucked away in vi's palm , safe and hidden away from all her problems . ❛ i'm just lonely , i guess .. and i feel like i'm disappearing . ❜ but this is real , she's here and vi's touch proves just that . ❛ and it's just really nice to uh ... ❜ her eyes open to finally meet vi once more , long lashes batting as she offers a shy smile . ❛ to be touched . ❜

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fantasy verse knight vi ....... my beloved

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there's something to be said for all the shit that's transpired. at least there's this, the one pleasant surprise in a sea of blood, of heartbreak, of war: a councilor of piltover confessing that she was wrong about you. that you're more than filthy air and a brief glance down her nose. no, you're actually right here bumping metaphorical elbows with her, suffering from a separate form of blood loss together than most. her mother, your sister. something to unify you, if either of you care enough to try.

❛ little late to be kissing my ass, isn't it? ❜ not to mention nothing left to gain. your influence over caitlyn is messy at best right now, an arrow split down the middle, angling two very different directions. but it's also caitlyn's life you owe to @auvulpis, who'd gone out of her way to save it. if nothing else, that in itself tells you more about her character than her mother ever could have. ( and you know all too well what it's like to be scrutinized by your blood or your birth. )

wave your hand between you in dismissal. ❛ just giving you a hard time. you can stop with the compliments; but thanks. not every day someone pretends i'm a hero. ❜ there's an anvil of curiosity weighing down the back of your tongue in the shape of ambessa's name, but won't go there. if you want peace from your sister's mention, you can grant her the same respect in turn. ❛ what's next for you, huh? gonna stick around the council and keep spooking them with your new magic? ❜

a voice made of teeth ( and here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way. )

Vi had proven herself an effective WILDCARD. an ace cleverly played. dispatched from the sleeve of the young Kiramman daughter in the name of a united front between Piltovan and Zaunite. but, an incalculable variable could only find employ for so long . . . a trick played one too many times inevitably became null and void. expected. marked by a finite expiry date ( useful, until the exact moment she wasn't ). the Council had had her pinned from the moment she'd walked into their chamber. a fly willingly striding into the spider's parlour. or, so they had mistakenly allowed themselves to believe.

hazel hues accustomed to silently rending flesh from bone since softened. denying the wolf within from devouring the woman before her whole as the Medarda matriarch before her would have. vulpine claws instead sheathed as hands folded neatly before her. eyes wide open for the first time in years. choosing to inhale the sickly scent of blood ( ... ) before exhaling a death rattles mercy. striding to shed unwarranted misconceptions to instead seek mutual understanding .

❛ no. ❜ the word BITTER on the former Councilor's tongue. humbled by the heartache of an absence she thought long-since mourned. ❛ no, it was not you that I'd intended to reject. ❜ rather, the upheaval of an already unstable and unsustainable system that would serve only to open the floodgates. BLOOD in the water sure to draw sharks from even the most distant of shores. beasts that neither Piltover or Zaun could defy, united or otherwise . . . yet, another misplaced belief. ❛ your actions had been nothing short of admirable, @gntlets. especially in the wake of our, my treatment. yours was a voice in the dark that we foolishly ignored until it was very nearly too late. ❜

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wait is it loving on king hours? what i love about your vi portrayal is that you don’t pare her down to her relationship to caitlyn or jinx or any one specific feature of her character. it all feels very nuanced and detailed, and i think you also do a great job of picking up where the writers left off particularly in season 2 with how vi feels about the loss of her family, her friends, her life, her time in stillwater (without making it Weird the way i see people fall into the habit of sometimes) and her sort of stunted youth. also your prose is just really good. i think 2nd person pov is Hard to make work in an rp setting but you do a wonderful job of it. MWAH

JULIA ........ my walking spidermen pointing at each other meme ...... <333 you're so nice for this i'll throw up rn. genuinely want to gnaw my own hands off about your writing and i'll never even know how to put it into words? the way you found that perfect medium between truly poetic and direct + easy to absorb with your writing makes me so jealous let me study u. let me into ur mind. the fact that you then combine that writing skill with such a solid grasp of all the fascinating workings into the mind of one of my all time favorite characters just makes me WEAK and u know this. i love reading every last one of your effortless takes on sevika's personality, i love the understanding you bring to her that so few people can seem to manage (such as where she'd actually stand politically and all the ways in which she's more than Angry Brown Woman), i genuinely can't pick just one thing i love about your sevika or i'll die ... you ARE sevika ... to ME ... *develops parasocial bond*

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king, my beloved 😭🫶🏻 i already told you a variation of this when we first talked but i love the way you fleshed out vi - how well you can put into words her inner doubts and struggles with the care and attention ( and grace ) that she isn't always given in canon. 11/10 wonderful portrayal and i love your presence on my dash always

ninaaaaa PLS ... <3 you are such a sweetheart and i'm so excited to see you pick up nat too ik you're going to do such an amazing job with her!!! the way you breathe life into such a minor (but why is she so minor btwwww??) character like felicia is so rewarding to see every day. absolutely obsessed with all the Love you put into her and i know i'm biased but particularly the level of detail you put into her dynamics with her daughters PLUS that strong backbone she has that's so reminiscent of her daughters to me PLUS all the potential verses you put out there is just chef's kiss. more people in the rpc should aspire to your level of creativity + character immersion imo. sooooo excited for more interactions and threads <333

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you're in your element: the beaten hound that won the dogfight, washing the blood off your canines with one two three drinks of choice. fuck the maybe broken rib, fuck the fans and opportunists you already snarled at for getting too close, fuck everything but the bottom of a bottle. it's lonely there, but you know that; self-punishment and self-soothing are lovers to you. someone else seems to sense it too, is the thing, or else it's one hell of a coincidence that she approaches you when you're barely one drink in, the lilt of her voice earning your glance and everything else about her in turn holding your stare. ❛ yeah? well, sorry to keep you waiting; i don't dance. ❜

should look away now, but it's something about the intensity in her eyes. it rubs at something raw within you, something you can't place. or maybe you just take everything as a challenge nowadays. press the back of your hand across your mouth to wipe off what remains of your first drink without breaking eye contact. ❛ bet you could pick anybody else here and they'd fold for you, anyway. ❜

@gntlets, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 .     /     𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 !

   𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 !   ―    she's been watching for a while, slinking through the cracks / corners of zaun with ease to catch a glimpse of the object of her chase. this little hidey-hole was a buffet of the belligerent and brutish; one flavor to her preference, the other completely worthless . . . the taste tainted when mixed. evelynn had to act quickly, capture the attention of this champion mad dog before she drowned herself in the bottom of a bottle for another night. wraith / woman could hardly keep her hands to herself, endeavors focused on being prettiest flower begging to be plucked, but the intent to touch was never her choice. it was theirs. such perfect prey. why waste yourself every night when i could ruin you instead ?

   " i hope it's not too late to spare a dance for me, hon. i've been waiting for the chance all night. "

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writing vi after a few days of not writing vi like hey wait baby dyke i love u so bad ur everything to me........ can i get an emotionally compromised amen...

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last song i listened to: strangers by ethel cain favorite color: pink currently watching: arcane + abt to start castlevania soon 🙂‍↕️ last movie / tv show i watched: wolf man spicy / savory / sweet: savory foods my beloveds relationship status: painfully available ... hmu hotties ... <3 last thing i googled: a brand of nail polish one of my customers wanted to know if my store carries (we do it was on the shelf right in front of us and we were both simply Blind) current obsession: ur not gonna believe this but i'm still in arcane city where you all left me ...... come back to me ...

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i just think you capture vi’s voice and turmoil between thought/action in such a way that whenever i read it i can easily go 🙂‍↕️ yeah that’s vi.. there’s that palpable grief .. there’s that bs front she puts up it’s delicious im a .. fan .. 🙂

i'm purring if you even care... from the bottom of my heart thank u sara bc your constant thirst for my blog specifically is one of the things that keeps me coming back. if i have zero haters its bc you killed them all i think 🙂‍↕️ my favorite thing about how you write zeri is how excruciatingly thoughtful you are with every single word she speaks or action she takes, forcing us all to tremble at gunpoint under the weapon that is her Compassion, as well as the disgusting amounts of emotion that bleeds out of your replies and slaps me nonconsensually in the face every time. your writing HITS because you make me FEEL it and i love it so bad. i love her heroism i love her self-sacrifice i love how intriguingly fucked up she is about all of it. that was the fake answer though the real answer is the raw vizeri sex appeal.

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my favourite thing about your portrayal is the guarded peek into vi’s thought processes. it’s never completely clear like glass, but it’s enough to make your portrayal authentic and keep the audience feeling like a part of what’s going on. very on brand

heretic ,,,, you're such an angel for this tysm icb it <333 genuinely every compliment always means sm from you bc your blog remains one of my favorites in the rpc; i've caught myself going damn! more than once reading through your replies bc holy shit your way with words is not only enviable, but your jinx portrayal PERIOD is just that fantastic. i've told you this before, but my favorite thing about your jinx is still how well you execute the balance of her character that even the writers themselves sometimes get wrong. you know exactly when to play up her silly side, you Get how to execute her specific brand of comedy, and you know when to demonstrate her illnesses, her flaws, the saddest pieces of her. 11/10 would get jonxed again

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ARE YOU DIFFICULT ?

you are a somewhat difficult person to get along with (49.29%)

tagged by: countess @dimitresca my beloved <3

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Aggressiveness is the tendency to behave rudely and with hostility toward others. Aggressiveness may be doubly hurtful to others if combined with callousness, since the aggressive person may thus be both intimidating and unfeeling in their demeanor.

Risk-taking is the propensity to engage in risky behavior for the sake of experiencing thrills. People high in this trait impulsively seek sensations to overcome boredom, and often get pleasure from shocking others with their adventures and stunts. Risk-takers often make those around them ill at ease since their actions may have consequences for others as well as themselves.

Suspicion is the tendency to harbor a strong and unreasoning distrust of others. Suspicious people often question the motives of even those who act loyally and devotedly toward them. Such people are often reluctant to open up to others and may interpret kind-hearted gestures as attempts to deceive them.

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❛ cait. ❜ there's a gleam in your eye you're aware of without the aid of a mirror. a smirk rides one corner of your mouth as you replay caitlyn's struggles in your head; the way her eyebrows knit together and her cheeks flushed so prettily with exertion as she fumbled again and again with the jar in your hands. ❛ how long were you even trying? you look like you've been at it a while. ❜ shouldn't keep on taunting her like this, maybe, because you know well enough that she'll jump at the chance to pay it back with interest. she just makes it too easy.

prompted by her nod, you chuckle, fit your hand around the lid, and simply twist. or. or you try to twist. attempts are made. small ones, at first, then more savage ones, with so much force behind them that your ears ring and the skin between your palm and thumb feels as if you're actively trying to rip it off. ❛ what the fuck. ❜ heave out a breath, set the jar down only half as hard as you clench your teeth. start moving through the kitchen like a butch possessed, wrenching drawers open for a tool of some kind. ❛ what'd you do to it? that's not normal. ❜ because it's not you, it has to be the jar.

""you know i'm strong, so if i break this, that's on you."" @gntlets

" violet . . . " arms folded loosely across her chest, sharp features deadpan save for the wary raise of her brow, blue eyes flicker between vi and the jar being tossed effortlessly between her hands — the very jar caitlyn had previously tried, and failed, to open. not for a lack of effort; in fact, she'd struggled for a lengthy five minutes before her frustrations got the better of her. if the broad, leather donned frame hadn't come striding through the door to witness her futile attempts, then the offending object would have been placed right back into the cupboard it had been retrieved from.

" you are not going to break it. " eyes roll at the exaggeration of her strength, violet having goaded caitlyn for her inability to crack the 'damned thing' open when she'd observed her intense showdown with the INANIMATE OBJECT alongside irritated mutters asking it why it had to be so difficult. not her proudest moment, she'll admit. yet despite the subtle ambarassment she felt at being caught in her struggle, there's a shining of amusement in her gaze. hip cocking to lean against the counter she nods towards the jar — a silent 'go ahead' to prove just how strong she was.

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Her chin is high in the air, her hands on her hips. Alcina is serious here, sneering and leaning against Vi, open palm pushed against her chest. "Don't marry. I did it, and loathed it. You'd be even worse off." The smirk she sports is bitter and false. She pushes Vi more closely, leaning until her thigh is pushed against Vi's hips. "I'll spare you marriage, girl. You ought to thank me. Say it: thank you, Countess."

she's curled an invisible leash three times over around her fist, and your collar's tight enough to choke. loathe to admit that there's some part of you that simply wants to obey, to let yourself fall stupid in your eagerness to please the woman in front of you ─── but the rest of you isn't so domesticated. ❛ never planned on marriage anyway, countess. ❜ your voice falls too huskily around where her thigh seeks something heady and obedient from your hips, each word straddling some unseen balance between overly bratty or simply just challenging. but if she wanted a hound who's quick to roll over, surely she'd never have picked you. still, you know you press an exploratory hand against the boundaries between you as you continue, ❛ worried you could lose me? knew you had a cute side. ❜

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there's no sugarcoating it: it's some of the worst pain you've ever felt, you who've already been through a little too fucking much of it. but it still fades eventually. that's the one consistency in your life, isn't it? that pain's just like people. ( it doesn't stick around. ) what saves you from passing out is her touch throughout the ordeal, every movement of her thumb catching your attention before you can slip into wherever you go during times like these; that space between reality and something almost worse, the kind that features shadows and ghosts and loved ones who aren't here anymore pretending as if they're still around for you to fail.

❛ yeah, it's okay. that was nothing. ❜ your rasp of a voice shakes with the force of your panting. you're indescribably nauseous. and ridiculously, tears too close to overwhelmed threaten to spill, like your body wants to clue her in on just how easy it is to make you cry. but she's still touching you, and that's your anchor. try to will your pulse to calm, so you might stand half a shot at convincing her that the blood on her fingers isn't a burden to bear. find the hand she presses to your hip, cover it with your own. squeeze.

smile something horribly weak but earnest when you open your eyes to meet hers. ( and you usually are the first one looking, always guessing at true intentions or searching for love in the faces of the people you meet. zeri's unique in the way you always catch her looking at you first. ) ❛ think so? dying and fucked up looks that good on me, huh? ❜ run your thumb over her knuckles, hope you can bleed tenderness all over her next time instead. and you add, if only for the sake of the tightness you recognize all too well in her small features, ❛ 'm all good, hero. pretty hot yourself when you're patching me up. ❜ then just one more, if only for the sake of a wild hunch and knowing her as well as you know your face in the mirror, ❛ how's your hand? show me. ❜

as though comforting a hound, it's a hand distinctly devoid of energy to rest on vi's haunch, a thumb which makes a circle, again, again — who is it for? zeri can't be entirely sure. it doesn't help the nerves that catch in her gut, or take away from the feeling she's being watched by more than just vi. she hopes, then, that it's enough for vi, that it in combination with a preemptive, ❛ sorry. ❜ away from fronts, the contrite smile she offers more grounded than anything else she's shown. it's a large enough feeling that she owes vi for not being there that it bursts through the nerves ( that she won't be able to control it, that it'll leave her when she needs it to be there ), steadies her resolve if only just enough to start. she is sorry. for the pain, all of it — that which she didn't cause, and for that which, when she presses at wound this time, singes.

it's that familiar smell, that acrid, hot scent of destruction / healing. she does not get to be gentle with this hand, nor her other as she slowly drags fingers across opening. it shouldn't be like this. her gloves shouldn't be covered in vi's blood, her fingers shouldn't be able to slip inside when a sound breaks it's way through, tugs in her chest in a way that makes her jolt. vi's response is crushing. zeri presses hand on outer thigh in firmer, to urge the action on. again, always it seems, ❛ it's okay. ❜ to be light, but to then also be so stark, so revealing of how truly dark the sky can be — it's too deep a thought, she puts it from her mind as she reaches end of opening, end of attention given to thing which she knows, if vi weren't so captivating in her stubborn being would catch zeri's eyes instead.

holds vi there, hand which has remained so solid throughout moving upwards, finding vi's hip instead. hand stained, crusted, is dropped to workbench to rest — shaky thing, hot down into her palm in way that she knows has more than irritated skin beneath her glove. that, too, is okay. vi isn't bleeding anymore. zeri wants to rest her head back against shoulder, nestle in like an owner hunched over dear beast, face buried in deep more for their own satisfaction than other's. she doesn't. green finds her face instead, commits it to memory, holds the pain there against her heart; it'll only serve to fuel the fire there, the one that she uses to keep loved ones warm, safe. trying to be the flash of light, ❛ — see? you do look good. knew it. ❜

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going through vi withdrawals so bad... need to break free of my shackles (work)