#Jinx Mistress

[arcaneswitch]

Narrative : You are doomed to be apart in every universe

Switch!AU VI and Powjinx : Nu-uh

Narrative : FYM NU UH???

(This AU in a nutshell LOL)

[incorrectjackboxquotes]

Jerri Rigg: "HEY! HEY!"

Tournament Mistress, whispering: "Shhhhhh! Mentalist is FINALLY asleep"

Jerri Rigg: "!!!"

Jerri Rigg, whispering: "Sorry..."

DoDo Re Mi Host, whispering: "What's up?"

Jerri Rigg, whispering: "There's a fire..."

(7:28 am, 2/5/2024)

^ He FINALLY gets some sleep, and then THIS! Come on!

[gamblersdoll]

spit, wlw, scissoring, dildos, slapping, hair pulling, multi hcs, blindfolds, smoking weed.

a/n: i am seeing so many clips of s2 of arcane and all i wanna do is beat my meat and cry. HELP.

𝒱𝐼 (𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉)

vi was a switch, at times becoming so needy when it was ovulation week and her clit throbbed from basically every and anything you did— (smells, taste from your lip gloss, how you did your hair), and she became more loose when it came down to the t.

but with vi? she could be impatient, the leaning dominance from her spilling from her actions and kissing your lips like she would die soon. moreover, her knee would always end up between your thighs. “cmon, baby,” she always whispered when she wasnt getting what she wanted. she cupped your jaw, essentially forcing your tongue out to lick a flat line up yours and to feel your folds— that were more than drenched, pulsate when she moved your hips back nd forward. “can feel her talkin to me..”

“vivi..” you moaned, surprised by how she knew where your specific body parts were at. you feel the back of her blind fold, to see if possibly it cane loose— yet, it was still tight. “cheater.” you chuckle, she does too. “want to taste you.. is that okay?”

“sounds good.. wanted you to for so long.”

once she was on her back, it was all over when your lips met her clit. she jumped a little bit, not having anyone other than caitlyn and her prison wife touch her.. it felt so surreal all over again, and to have her pierced nipples be tugged softly and played at.

she feels everything, especially with the christina that she pierced herself.

but— she feels it all, how many taste buds you had, how many nerves you know you could feel. “like that, vi?” you asked so softly for her, looking up to see her blindfolded head nod so eagerly. that was until the needy shit pressed your head down to force your tongue in her pulsing hole. “mmff!”

“savor it all— please, don’t go.” she muttered, her hips thrusting up to your mouth by accident. her hands move for her, softly slapping your cheek to egg you on. “sorry..”

“shh, shh.. its okay, mama.”

𝒥𝐼𝒩𝒳

jinx was almost like you, being so far gone when it came to your sessions and how heated the both of you get. she sees you as some big mistress that always called shots.

when in reality, you were a bottom that loved being pleased and to be used.

so all she knew to do was get a double ended dildo, to please herself and to please you. it feels even better doing it with someone who was eager for her, for you. because when you moved simultaneously, rhythmically, in sync— your clits bumped together. and when you pulled away? you could feel each others slick separate in despair.

“hnng..!” she squealed in her throat, a hand covering her mouth and she squeezes a breast of yours. “you— you look so pretty, sweetie.” she mumbled, a red hue across her face from the heat, and from the fact shes got a dildo inside both herself and you. she moans softly, tweaking at your nipple and her own.

“jinx..” you mewled, feeling your legs spread open moreover to have jinx get deeper— to get closer to you. and once she does— her slender body leans up to yours and her plump, yet slightly chapped lips press against your fuller and darker lips. “feels so much better with you this close.”

she nods eager, her pretty pinkish purple irises that look like does eyes in this moment staring at you. “your.. your not gonna deny me a—“ you try to ask, but she rolls her hips faster at a desperate pace. “jin—xx!” you say in surprise, eyes becoming heavy and lidded by time when you feel her tongue lick up your throat.

“want this forever, yknow?” she asks, sucking on your neck and holding your hands.

𝒮𝐸𝒱𝐼𝒦𝒜

sevika was a bitch when it came to sex.

shes a brute, never faltering her ego when it had you on your knees and having her look down at you. she beckons you over with two fingers, “crawl,” she reminds you to do. you slowly press one knee before the other, becoming in between her thighs and she tilts your head up. “open,” she commands, slightly pulling at your hair.

“spat!” she spits in your mouth, keeping her grip on your hair as she pulled her jeans off. she was also a weird one, not really wearing drawls when it came to jeans specifically. she steps out of them, pressing your mouth to her brown clit. “thats my girl,” she mumbled, smacking her right hand against your cheek.

“ ‘vika..” you moan with her clit in your mouth, tongue dancing around it for her to pull her lip back by her teeth. “feel good, baby?”

“my favorite girl, being so good.” she praises, sitting down and spreading her legs in a man spread. “hop back to it, if you desperately want to come.” she reminds you, you getting back between her thighs and suckling at her folds. “suck harder, you know how to do this.”

you did, but she keeps slapping your face— and landing blows on your ass. “thats better, behave.” she muses, leaning forward slightly and slipping her ungloved fingers inside your aching walls to your smaller body. “vikaaas..” you moaned, her body getting goosebumps from the vibration. “want you so bad, mama.”

she takes a pull from the joint, drawing a long hit. she keeps the smoke in her mouth, the taste becoming slightly bitter— pulling your head up by your hair with her robo arm to sigh smoke into your mouth. “vika! you know i get more sensitive when im high out’ta my mind!”

“quit yer whinin’, you love that nasty shit you get when youre high.”

[maryannecrimsworth]

The line

Pairing: Mel Medarda x Winged! Reader

Warnings: you may fall in love

Summary: a continuation of A wolf, a witch, a lover ; Mel and her new general struggle to find a common ground on their complex affair

Part 1, Part 3

Mentions: @justyourwritter69 @powderbomb-jinxed @maq34

You had to be a secret at first, and it surprised her that you were the one who suggested it. You didn’t want anyone to see her as anything less than a powerful leader. Not a woman in love, not a general’s mistress. You wanted her to be a respected queen, you understood that—understood her. There was a sparkle in her eyes when you said so, a gleam that had become familiar in her gaze. You wondered if your own eyes carried the same light when you looked at her.

Most of your daily routine didn’t change much. You both had jobs to do, people to guide, battles to avoid. Noxus was different now. Bright, civilized, pure. Many came to the pacified nation, but some left. Not all Noxians believed in peace built on alliances, so they retreated to the imperium’s outer regions, seeking places untouched by Mel’s reforms.

The colonies adapted quickly: mercy and freedom were welcomed with open arms. But peace never lasts forever. Troubles began at the borders and in the capital. Neighboring countries mistook her mercy for weakness, as you had feared, and threatened to invade Noxian territory.

You flew to the border as soon as the reports arrived. It was your duty to handle such matters—dissidents, rebels, threats. None of it should trouble the Empress while you were there.

A confrontation between the Noxian army and the trespassing militants ceased the moment you landed on the field. All eyes turned to you, paralyzed by the sight of your open wings.

The militants hesitated, retreating slightly as fear spread through their ranks.

“Where is your leader?” Your voice echoed across the tense field. The men before you were not soldiers but a loosely organized group—rebels, perhaps, or a resistance tribe.

The leader stepped forward. Your conversation with him was brief. He wanted more land and lower taxes for his tribe’s growing production. Their trespassing was born of expansion, but his arrogance grated on you. Immature and overconfident, he acted as though he were untouchable—a dangerous combination of naivety and hubris.

You offered him an audience with the Empress of Noxus, and the suggestion left him visibly stunned. He barely hid his surprise, and you chose not to acknowledge it.

The man didn’t fully realize you would personally fly him to the capital until it was too late. He clung to you, screaming most of the way.

“General,” Mel greeted you as you landed on the balcony of her private meeting room. She was alone, as usual, working late. “To what do I owe this honor?”

You bowed and quickly explained the situation. “The leader of a northern tribe wished to speak with you.” You gestured toward the man still panting on the balcony, struggling to regain his composure. “I believe you might find his proposal worth hearing.”

You turned to leave, but not before Mel’s gaze lingered on the marks his grip had left on your arm.

“I see you scared the man,” she remarked, smirking with quiet pride.

“I'm afraid it was necessary,” you replied. His bravado had shattered during the flight, ensuring he would approach the Empress with proper respect.

The negotiation was swift. The leader wanted power, and Mel had the wisdom to grant him just enough to feel important. In return, his tribe would no longer trouble the borders.

An hour later, the man left—this time in a carriage—and Mel sent for you.

“Empress,” you spoke once you entered. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the servants and the door was closed behind you. “Am I in trouble?”

“I’m still unsure,” she admitted. “What made you bring this man to me?”

“Not all battles need to end in bloodshed,” you said. “He only needed to be heard.”

“And that was reason enough to bring an enemy into my palace?”

Your wings shifted uneasily. “He is not an enemy.”

Mel frowned but said nothing more, returning her attention to the documents on her desk.

You hesitated, then asked, “Am I missing something, ma’am?”

“Of course not. I only wished to understand your judgment.” Her tone was neutral, but something in her manner unsettled you.

After some time, you began to read her better. She loved to test people, always posing hidden questions. For you, it was exhausting—not difficult, but relentless. You often felt as though you were constantly proving yourself.

Her demeanor changed as well. More often than not, her eyes avoided yours.

One restless night, you had enough. Slipping out of your quarters, you made your way to her chambers, avoiding guards and servants. You knocked softly on the door.

It opened abruptly, and Mel pulled you inside.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded in the dark. Her room was pitch black, though it was clear she hadn’t planned to sleep.

"You seemed worried." you confessed, following her quick pace around the room. "Something's wrong." it wasn't a question.

The dim lights of the city streamed through the windows, illuminating her features and the golden tattoos on her skin as you walked over to her bed.

"I'm...I..." she fell over her bed, uneasy. You stayed at distance, watching her expression. "I don't who to trust." her weak voice almost disappeared into the silence of the night. “My assistant is dead, Jayce is gone, my mother... " a tired sight came out of her lips. "and the Black Rose lurks in the shadows. I feel surrounded by an invisible threat I can’t escape.”

You frowned, recalling the name. The Black Rose—a secretive society of Noxian aristocrats. You had thought it a myth told by soldiers to scare one another, but Mel seemed genuinely afraid.

“Is that why your council remains empty?” you asked. As a new ruler, she should have rebuilt the nation’s leadership, yet she had worked alone for months.

Mel nodded. “The noblemen are either as ruthless as my mother or entangled in something hideous. I can’t fully understand it yet, but it’s dangerous.”

“Magic often is,” you replied, sitting beside her on the bed, though you kept your distance. “As is any power in the wrong hands.”

Your words caught her attention.

“We’ll find the right people,” you said firmly. “One by one, if necessary. They exist, my Empress. Don’t let the darkness blind you to the light. The future of our nation is bright.”

Her eyes widened slightly at your words—our nation. You hadn’t meant to claim such ownership, and you quickly masked your flustered smile.

“I have a few men in mind,” you continued. “They’ll need testing, perhaps training, but they’ll build the council you need. They’ll be your eyes in the shadows.”

“A shadow unit?”

“Yes. It’s simple, but it was effective in Karyndor.”

“It’s prudent,” she said, her confidence returning. “Diplomatic, but not defenseless. Piltover could have used something like that. It might have prevented the war.”

“It's a young nation with young leaders,” you replied. “They’ll learn in time.”

“I’m glad you’re here to teach me.”

Her words caught you off guard. “You flatter me, my Empress,” you said, grateful for the darkness concealing your flushed face. “I’m only fulfilling my duty.”

Your words seemed to strike a chord, causing Mel to pull away slightly.

"Your duty?" she repeated in a whisper, her tone layered with doubt. "Is that why you came to my room, General?"

You were left speechless. Her question turned your thoughts into a chaotic whirlwind, leaving you unable to respond. Mel stood, her movements sharp and deliberate, as though expecting you to take the unspoken hint and leave.

"Draw the line for me, Mel," you said at last, her name rolling off your lips like a forbidden indulgence. The sound of it felt intoxicating, both sweet and powerful, and you craved more. Your voice dropped to a near whisper, laden with longing. "Where does my empress end and... my lover begin?"

For a fleeting moment, she hesitated, as though caught in the gravity of your words. Then, slowly, she stepped closer, her presence consuming the space between you. Her delicate fingers reached for your face, her touch a gentle yet commanding force. The soft glow from the city outside illuminated her figure, her golden tattoos gleaming faintly against the dark fabric of the night. She wore nothing but a sheer nightdress that left little to the imagination.

"For the night," she breathed, her words brushing against your lips, "I shall be your lover." Her eyes, deep and unwavering, held yours captive. "For the morning, I shall be your empress."

Yours. The word echoed in your mind, transcending the boundaries of any title and formality. You reached for her with deliberate care, your hands resting on her hips as you guided her onto your lap. Her warmth enveloped you as your arms encircled her, drawing her closer. Even your wings joined in, wrapping around her like a shield.

"Very well, my love," you whispered, the words heavy with meaning and commitment.

For the rest of the night, no titles, no politics, no duties mattered. Only the intimacy shared between you two filled the room, each movement and breath a testament to the unspoken bond you dared to explore.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Girl Talk - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Vi and Sevika: Unlikely Bffs

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

"Transcending survival," it sounds like a direct quote, "and achieving sovereignty."

Vi lets off a low whistle.

"Sovereignty," she repeats. "That's a big fucking word."

"Yeah, well."

The sigh rides a languid plume of smoke. Satisfaction, Vi thinks. But also fatigue. Whatever toll Silco's absence exerted seems nothing compared to the one his return's exacted.

Strangely, Vi recognizes the feeling. With her romance with Caitlyn rekindled, it is impossible to feel contentment: apart or in proximity.  Closeness only opens the floodgates for more want. More worries. More risks to lose what's been regained.

Then she thinks of the kiss she and Caitlyn shared inside the café: warm, safe, solid. Of the longing that preceded it; and the closure that followed. Since then, the bedrock certainty has stayed beneath Vi's feet even as reality spins its dizzying wheels.

Yet, here is a fellow Fissurewoman stuck in a quagmire. Loyal to her last breath, and lonelier for it.

"And that's all there is?" Vi takes the plunge. "What about… y’know? You and him?"

Dark eyes lock on Vi. "Where're you going with this?"

"Nowhere. Just... seems like there's been a falling out."

"And if there was?"

"I'd say 'tough shit,' and move on. Not my circus; not my monkeys. Unless they're living right next door." Vi gestures: at the ebbing signs of festivity around the dockside. At the promise Progress Day offers, for Piltover and Zaun both. "You've kept me in the loop for a year. The least I can do is lend an ear if something's up."

"Thought we weren't doing debts."

"This isn't about debts."

"Then what's it about?"

"Honesty. Or have you spent so long in Silco's shadow, you've forgotten how to be real?"

Sevika says nothing. Her footsteps eat the cobblestones; her drags devour the cheroot. Her profile stays inscrutable. If she's contemplating socking Vi in the jaw, or contemplating other matters entirely, she doesn't let on. That'd be tantamount to losing face.

Vi is, whatever else, half a Topsider.

Half a Topsider—but she's snitched not a damn thing that could be held against Zaun. Nothing to pad the Council's dossiers: no dirt on Silco's business dealings. Jinx's name had been kept exempt entirely. Silco had expected—hell, encouraged—her to spin tales and secure her safety. He knew each song would come with privileges: sweeten deals; polish connections; bolster clout.

If she'd played it right, she'd have been the Council's pet canary, crooning into a platinum-plated microphone.

Vi kept her lips zipped.

Six months at Silco's side, and she'd done squat to capitalize on the ordeal. Nor will she.  Whatever beefs exist, they are private property. Silco may have jettisoned her, Vi may hate him, their mutual grudges may stretch for leagues. And yet there was a bargain struck between them—Silco and Vi—the night the Void encroached on their home.

They'd become fellow survivors in an unholy alliance that no outsider could understand.

Now Vi's silence is the silence of the Fissures: inviolate. She'll carry it till her deathbed.

Maybe Sevika recognizes that.

She doesn't soften, exactly. But her words, when they come, don't hold the usual granite.

"No falling out," she says quietly. "At least, not where Zaun's concerned.  That bag's secured, tagged, and marked as Top Priority."

"And the rest?"

"The rest's the usual. I've got my squeezes. He's got his. Keeps the ashes hauled, and the gears oiled." The granite returns; so does a degree of the old wickedness. "Though if it's gossip you're after, here's a tidbit. Your girl is back in Silco's good graces. And she's planning on sticking around."

The cobblestones dip underfoot. Caitlyn's face flashes, but of course that's not who Sevika means. 

"Nao?" Vi blurts.

"The one and only."

"I thought she was done turning tricks."

"Oh, the tricking's been put to bed. She's Zaun's mistress-in-chief now. Direct line to the Eye." Off Vi’s stunned silence, Sevika tips a shoulder.  "Silco's got his hands in plenty of pockets. And Maven's the one who's pulled every pair of those monogrammed drawers down. Every state secret, every political scandal—it all funnels through her. Guess Silco decided it's smarter to have her onside."

"Motherfuck."

"Yeah, she's got a few of those on file too." Something rueful glitters in the dark gaze. "Thought I'd give you the heads-up. Silco's been trotting her out for public engagements lately. So you might see her viz in the papers. She sure fits the look of a high-class mistress. Posh accent. Poised walk. Polite manners. Plus a dash of brass to keep it interesting. Not to mention—" An expressive cupping, "—a brand new boost to the decolletage. Twenty-ninth birthday gift, courtesy of the Boss." 

Vi shakes her head. 

It's difficult not to feel a measure of resentment toward Nao. Especially after she'd set Vi up to walk into the ambush in the Abattoir. And yet, there's a twinge of pity, too. However shiny Nao’s golden perch, it sits within a shark's glistening jaws. Whatever gains come of staying close, there's always the risk of waking up with those teeth buried in your throat.

Nao should have left when she could.

Then again: wasn't that the advice she'd given Vi?

As for Silco: what's his gameplan? A mistress isn't his style. Too many demands: energy, attention, affection. Demands he'd rather invest elsewhere. Perhaps Nao's meant to serve as window-dressing as he slinks out of the shadows and into the social spotlight. Keep the gossip mill spinning with decadent sleights-of-hand, while he cuts dirtier deals behind the scenes.

Except Vi doesn't buy it. Silco's smallest decision serves a dual purpose.  But he's too subtle to misdirect through such showy gambits as a kept woman on his arm. If he's brought Nao back into the fold, his agenda extends beyond mere showmanship. He wants her within arm's reach: he wants her in his crosshairs.

Meaning Nao's not simply a plaything: she's leverage.

And the fallout—if things go south—could put her six-feet-under.

As if reading Vi's mind, Sevika says, "I've warned her to watch her step. She thinks she's in the Big League. But there's no keeping pace with a man who's ten miles ahead and counting." Her tone darkens; Vi hears grief and envy both. Neither take precedence. There's only an inevitability that comes with long-lived loyalty. "He runs hot; you just run behind. And if you don't run fast enough, you'll burn."

"You've always kept pace. Always run the closest."

"And now, Maven's using my playbook to cut corners."

"She ought to know better."

"Ought to."

"So should you."

Sevika's brow holds that familiar uptick.

"I just mean," Vi says, "it's a shitty hand to be dealt. You've been all-in for years. Now someone else is in the chips."

Understatement is a risky ploy. But Vi has learnt its uses. It gives nothing away—but it also leaves room for backing out. For denial, if that's the way Sevika wants to swing it.

Because even if her remarks are confirmation—yes, this is a breakup—that doesn't mean she wants to dwell in the reality.

In her place, Vi wouldn't.

Because, fuck, she gets it. Heartbreak hurts. Sevika may be older, tougher; the only fighter to meet Vi toe-to-toe. But that doesn't make her infallible. It takes a hundred sleepless nights to perfect that level of sangfroid.

More than anyone, Vi thinks the woman deserves an easy chair by the fireside.

Maybe that's why she asks:

"You doing alright?"

"We swapping girl-talk now?" Sevika scoffs. "Not our scene."

"We can afford to switch it up now and then." Vi kicks a stray pebble with the tip of her boot. "I just… hell. I'll say it. I'm grateful to you. When I was in Zaun, you gave me a square shot. Even if it was to keep the game rolling. After shit hit the fan, you kept the city from splitting at the seams. Silco ought to give you a fucking medal. Instead, he's with girl a half his age, who's profiting from all your groundwork. Soon, he'll either snap her in half, or find a juicer catch. But what about you? Will you still be on his hook?"

"Never been off it."

"But why?" Another pebble goes skittering. "He's not worth it. Believe me. I'd be happy to kick him in the nuts if it'd make a lick of difference."

"It'd make a lick of difference." A smile: fair-off, flickering. "But he'd still be the same bastard. Besides. You break his dick, you're breaking one of Zaun's national treasures."

"Ew."

"Thought we were switching it up."

"Not that way." Vi's spasm is visceral. "I just don't get it.  You can't tell me it doesn't chafe, knowing Nao's strutting in your shoes." A sudden candor makes its way past her defenses: "When I was in Zaun, Caitlyn... she took up with someone else. An heiress. The press got wind, and splashed the pictures on every rag Topside and Down-Low. Gotta tell you. It felt like an axe to the jaw, seeing her with another chick. Like breaking up ten times over. You can't say it's not as bad with you. That you're not..."

The quirk in Sevika’s brow cuts higher. The query's clear: Jealous?

Vi nods. Sevika shakes her head.

"He's welcome to whomever," she says. "Same way I'm free to fuck who I choose."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You're a rookie at this game, Vi. You've been with that Piltie of yours for what—eighteen months, give or take? And you think you're entitled to judge? Please. Try a decade, and we'll swap war stories."

A smoke ring ripples past Vi's nose: a perfect O-shaped provocation. She doesn't rise to it. Sevika's a natural sparrer: there's nothing she relishes more than a blow-by-blow.

But Vi understands her aim isn't to throw down. It's to throw Vi off her game.

This conversation is veering dangerously close to Sevika's heart-of-hearts. With it comes the temptation to divert, distract, derail. But the moment's past. In its place is a weary sense of trust.

At the end of the day, Vi and Sevika aren't scheming power-brokers.

Just two brawlers rolling with life's punches.

"Is that how long you've been with together?" Vi dares. "A decade?"

"We were never 'together.' Already made that plain."

"Doesn't mean there's no strings attached."

"Strings aren't the same as vows, Vi. And the more time goes by, the deeper those lines get engraved."

"Enlighten me."

Sevika smiles. A strange smile: halved and hidden. A sense of something tethered down deep. "A decade, Vi. That’s enough time to understand where matters stand. What's the bottom line, and the cost of crossing it." The cheroot's cherry brightens, then dims; two thirds' gone. "We grew up together. We fought together. Suffered the same defeats. Shared the same wins. Rode into war on the same wavelength. And when the end came, it gutted us. Me to disillusionment. Him to death."

Vi thinks back to the kitchen, and the parallelogram of sunlight creeping as Silco's confession came closer to completion. And, after: the rush of rage, so white-hot her vision went momentarily blind. That urge to grab the nearest object and drive it into his eyeball wasn't merely vengeance. It was a mercy kill.

Because she'd recognized how much had been cored out of Silco. The pieces of him that could never be resuscitated.

Never be laid to rest.

"He changed," Vi says.  "He'll never be the same again."

"Nothing stays the same," Sevika retorts, without sharpness. "Everything evolves. That Piltie of yours won't be the same girl you fell in love with, five months down the line. Let alone five years. But if you play your cards right, she'll be the woman by your side till you're old and senile." A drag of the cheroot; a coil of smoke. "Ten years, Vi. Not eighteen months of fucking and fights and fun. Ten years of ups and downs. Blood, sweat, tears and doing what needed to be done. Being the kind of XO he wanted, so he could be the monster our city needed. Ten years of struggling tooth and nail to finish what we started, and hitting too many rock-bottoms to count. And each time, I watched him dig in his heels, grit his teeth, and crawl from the wreckage. He never stopped until he'd made his way to the top. Until we'd gone from the slags in the sewer to the kings of the hill." A deeper drag; a longer coil. "Ten years, and d'you think it matters if I'm jealous? If he dips his wick in a million Mavens? If we're 'together' or not? After all that's been lost and gained and fought for?" She shakes her head. "The man's occupied territory. But my blood's on that deed. It’s mine till death do us part.”

"That sounds..."

Like a fucking prison, Vi nearly says. Except that's not quite right.

Whatever Silco and Sevika share refuses to slot into a neat cellspace. And Vi's perspective's biased: it's shaped according to a private lexicon of highs-and-lows, rather than give-and-take. She's never experienced a bond where reciprocity and self-sacrifice interlock. She meets Caitlyn as an equal; Caitlyn will settle for nothing less. It's why she's so active in Vi's struggles; so committed to securing their shared future. A partnership that transcends privilege and poverty; one that hopes to eradicate the divides entirely.

That journey's worth every second spent fighting the odds.

No regrets. No surrender.

Sevika and Silco don't fit this mold. They never have. He leads; she follows. To his highest ascents, and his lowest ebbs. Maybe because she's known who he is—what they are together—long before anyone else did. Known that on the blueprint of their bond, they can build something greater. Something that belongs to them both, and yet outlasts their struggles side-by-side.

Something that transcends even the love itself.

Not survival, but sovereignty.

Yet, Vi cannot help but think:  it must be hard to invest soul-deep in a cause, and not in each other. It must be harder to know you're aligned, no matter the odds. It must be downright brutal to be close —close enough to touch—but separated by a split so profound, you've shaped yourself around it, and can never fill the space in.

It must royally suck to know:  Gods, I'm still in love.

Always will be.

Full fucking circle.

"It sounds..." Vi swallows. "Heavy."

"It is what it is."

"Guess so." A beat. "But you know what?"

"What?"

"If your name's on the deed, then Silco's put it there. Meaning no matter how many beds he's hopped, he's gotta come crawling home in the end." Vi holds her stare. "And when he does, I hope you make him grovel. Hands and knees. Kissing the ground you walk on all the way to Hell. Because the bastard owes you ten times over for not cutting that so-called National Treasure clean off, and mounting it on a pike." Vi crooks her pinky-finger: as solemn as a salute. "Fifty Hexes per ball, right?"

A look of naked surprise flashes across Sevika's face. Her laugh catches Vi off-guard. The husky timbre bleeds into the dark. Sevika's features, in the receding dusk, are subtly altered: young as she must've been before time dealt its blows; beautiful in the flashfire way Vi sees whenever they clash in battle.  

A reminder, too. Some folks are forged to endure, no matter how rough the ride, or how rigged the game.

"Oh, Vi," Sevika says. "If you weren't kissing Piltie puss, I'd plant one on you."

"Keep dreaming."

"I've got better ways to keep warm. Though if you were offering—"

"I'd split you down your seams."

"Sweetheart," Sevika grins, "that's the idea."

[mrsbombshark]

Silco when Powder: My one and only baby girl, my Zuan princess, my true child, my baby, my daughter, my offspring, my kid, my little mini me, my bundle of joy.

Silco when Jinx: My woman, my lover, my heart, my soul, my mistress, my queen, my existence, my predator, woof woof bark bark where's my young mommy at??? growl growl hiss hiss.

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Petro (The Legend of Ochi 2025) x Reader Idea’s for you!

Petro 🩵

Movie Overview/Summary (The Legend of Ochi 2025)

PETRO X READER IDEA’s…

Petro X Female!Ochi!Reader

Petro X Male!Ochi!Reader

Petro X Captain Marvel!Reader (Y/n Danvers aka Captain Marvel)

Petro X Scarlet Witch!Reader (Y/n Maximoff aka The Scarlet Witch aka Wanda Maximoff from the movie Doctor strange in the multiverse of madness)

Petro X Verosika Mayday!Reader (Y/n Mayday, from helluva boss)

Petro X Cruella!Reader (Y/n aka Cruella, from the 2021 Cruella movie)

Petro X Female!Micheal Myers!Reader (Y/n Myers aka Micheal Myers, female version, Halloween Killls era)

Petro X Wednesday Addams!Reader (Y/n Addams aka Wednesday Addams, From the Wednesday series 2022-2025 with Jenna Ortega)

Petro X Diana Lance!Reader (Y/n Lance Aka Diana Lance aka Black Canary from the movie Birds of Prey 2020)

Petro X Jinx!Reader (Y/n aka Jinx from Arcane season 1 & 2)

Petro X Enchantress!Reader (Y/n aka the Enchantress from the movie Suicide Squad)

Petro X Ahmenet!Reader (Y/n aka Ahmenet from the movie The Mummy 2017)

Petro X Agatha Harkness (Y/n Harkness aka Agatha Harkness)

Petro X Harley Quinn!Reader (Y/n Quinn aka Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad & Birds of Prey 2020 movie)

Petro X Maleficent!Reader (Y/n aka Maleficent from the movie Maleficent: Mistress of Evil)

Petro X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Y/n Lazar aka Abigail Lazar from the movie Abigail 2024)

Petro X Nancy Downs!Reader (Y/n Downs aka Nancy Downs from the movie The Craft)

Petro X Jennifer Check!Reader (Y/n Check aka Jennifer Check from the movie Jennifer’s body)

Petro X Lady Dimitrescu!Reader (Y/n Dimitrescu from the game Resident Evil Village eight)

Petro X Female!Baby!Ochi!Reader

Petro X Rio Vidal!Reader (Y/n Vidal aka Rio Vidal aka Death from the series Agatha All Along)

Petro X The Monstrosity!Reader (Y/n aka The Smile Demon/entity from Smile 1 & 2)

Petro X Deadite!Ellie Bixler!Reader (Y/n Bixler aka Ellie Bixler aka Deadite!Ellie Bixler from the horror movie Evil Dead Rise 2023)

Petro X Vampire!Reader

Petro X Werewolf!Reader

Petro X Siren!Reader

Petro X Mermaid!Reader

Petro X Echinda!Reader (Y/n L/n is a Echinda half snake half human)

Petro X Raven!Reader (Y/n Roth aka Rachel Roth aka Raven from the series Titians)

Petro X Succubus!Reader

Petro X Demon!Reader

Petro X Male!Baby!Ochi!Reader

Petro X Female!Siren!Ochi!Reader

Petro X Emerald Witch!Reader (Y/n Maximoff aka The Emerald Witch aka the scarlet witch but with green colored powers not crimson red)

Petro X Sapphire Witch!Reader (Y/n Maximoff aka The Sapphire Witch aka the scarlet witch but with royal blue colored powers not crimson red)

Petro X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Y/n Maximoff aka The Amethyst Witch aka the scarlet witch but with purple colored powers not crimson red)

Petro X Ravenna!Reader (Y/n aka Ravenna from the movie the huntsman: winters war)

Petro X Rose Witch!Reader (Y/n aka The Rose Witch aka the scarlet witch but with dark pink colored powers not crimson red)

Petro X Golden Witch!Reader (Y/n aka The Golden Witch aka the scarlet witch but with golden colored powers not crimson red)

Petro X Opaque Witch!Reader (Y/n aka The Opaque Witch aka the scarlet witch but with opaque/turquoise colored not crimson red)

Petro X Amber Witch!Reader (Y/n aka The Amber Witch aka the scarlet witch but with amber orange colored powers not crimson red)

Petro X Meteorokinesis!Reader (Weather manipulation)

Petro X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water Manipulation)

Petro X Electrokinesis!Reader (Electricity/Lightning Manipulation)

Petro X Cryokinesis!Reader (Ice manipulation)

Petro X Pyrokinesis (Fire Manipulation)

Petro X Chorokinesis!Reader (Plant Manipulation)

Petro X Geokinesis!Reader (Earth Manipulation)

Petro X Omnikinesis!Reader (Reality Manipulation)

Petro X Aerokinesis!Reader (Air/Wind manipulation)

Petro X Photokinesis!Reader (Light Manipulation)

Petro X Tempestakinesis!Reader (Storm manipulation)

Petro X Goth!Reader (advice/suggestion: Long black stilettos nails)

Petro X Blind!Reader (Y/n Beifong aka Toph Beifong from the series The Last Airbender anime)

Petro X Mute!Reader

Petro X Female!Caesar!Reader (Y/n aka Caesar from the Rise of the planet of the Apes 2011 movie and Dawn of the planet of the apes, female version)

Petro X Punk!Reader

Petro X Deaf!Reader

Petro X Feral!Werewolf!Reader

Petro X Feral!Vampire!Reader

Petro X Teenage!Female!Ochi!Reader

Petro X Bisexual!Reader

Petro X Stoic/Emotionless!Reader

Petro X Russian!Reader

Petro X British!Reader

Petro X Australian!Reader

Petro X Catwoman (Y/n Phillips aka Patience Phillips aka Catwoman from the movie Catwoman 2004)

Petro X Doja Cat!Reader (Y/n Ratna Zandile Dlamini aka Doja Cat)

Petro X Billie Eilish!Reader (Y/n Eilish aka Billie Eilish)

Petro X Lady Gaga!Reader (Y/n Joanne Angelina Germanotta aka Lady Gaga, Singer-songwriter and actress)

Petro X Sabrina Carpenter!Reader (Y/n Carpenter aka Sabrina Carpenter, Singer-songwriter and actress)

Petro X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader (Y/n aka Ink Bendy from bendy and the dark revival)

Petro X Famous!Singer!Reader

Petro X Wonder Woman!Reader (Y/n aka Diana aka Wonder Woman)

Petro X Female!Ghostrider!Reader (Y/n Blaze aka Ghostrider from the movie Ghostrider: Spirit of vengeance)

Petro X Airbender!Reader (Y/n aka Aang from the live action The Last Airbender)

Petro X Female!Radio Demon!Reader (Y/n aka Radio Demon aka Alastor from Hazbin Hotel)

Petro X Male!Reader

Petro X Vampire!Sammy!Reader (Y/n aka Sammy aka Vampire!Sammy from the horror movie Abigail 2024)

Petro X Female!Art the Clown!Reader (Y/n the clown Aka Art the Clown from the horror Terrifier 1, 2, and 3 movies)

Petro X Psychopathic!Crazy!Reader

Petro X Transgender!Reader

Petro X Yandere!Reader

Petro X Transfemale!Reader

Petro X Femboy!Reader

Petro X Transmale!Reader

Petro X Depressed!Reader

Petro X Feral!Half-Ochi!Female!Reader

Petro X Female!Anubis!Reader

Petro X Female!Angel!Goddess!Reader

Petro X Tall!Dark Angel!Goddess!Reader

Petro X Egyptian!Reader

Petro X Ashnikko!Reader

Petro X Female!Ghostface!Reader

Petro X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader (Ink bendy from bendy and the dark revival)

Petro X Twisted Alice!Reader (Twisted Alice from bendy and the dark revival)

Petro X Ochi!Vampire!Reader

Petro X Half-vampire!Half-Werewolf!Reader

Petro X Pregnant!Reader (Nontuplets which is 9 babies, octuplets which is 8 babies, Triplets is 3 babies, twins is two babies, your choice)

Petro X Pregnant!Ochi!Reader (same as the one above this one, your choice)

Petro X Vi!Reader (from season one and two of Arcane)

Petro X O’Dessa (From O’Dessa 2025, portrayed by Sadie Sink)

…Songs that I think match the vibe of The Legend of Ochi (2025)

@sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns

[konstantynowitz]

House of Black - 1940s

Children of Pollux and Irma Black:

Walburga Black

Walburga was a complete menace during her days at Hogwarts. If anything was to be feared at that school, it would not be the ghosts sulking in the corridors, the werewolves prowling the night in the forbidden forest, or the abnormally large spider that Hagrid let loose inside Hogwarts. No no no, if anything was to be feared, it was to be her. She practically owned the castle, nobody went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and didn’t know the name of Walburga Black.

It would be an understatement to say that Walburga hated muggleborns because the fact was she despised them, loathed them even. There would never be a day that went by where Wally wouldn’t find a muggleborn to torture on her way to class. Walburga felt that it was her duty as a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black to “teach” muggleborns their place in a society they had no business being part of. By the time she reached her second year, Tom Riddle had enrolled and all Wally could think was ‘how could this scrawny little mudblood with no apparent magical talent get sorted into my house?’

No doubt she gave him hell during his first year at Hogwarts — hexing his laces to tie themselves into knots so that he’d trip over himself, jinxing him so that his face would break out into hives, hitting him with a silencing charm and locking him in a broom closet for hours. It wasn’t until much later in the year that Walburga would come to regret her mistreatment towards Tom Riddle when she found herself in her dormitory waking up to a variety of different snakes in her bed, all of them coiling themselves around different parts of her body as if in preparation to squeeze her to death…. After that she never dared mess with Riddle like that ever again.

She was a lesbian and I stand by this. Wally and Druella Rosier had a secret relationship until Ella was betrothed to Cygnus. In the end, Druella did end up with the Black family name, but the ring on her finger wasn’t received from Wally. Sure, they could’ve been each others’ mistresses, but what good would that do for their family’s reputation? And besides, I don’t see Druella cheating anyway, she was undoubtedly loyal to her husband and whether or not she wanted to admit it, she loved Cygnus just as much as she loved Wally, if not more.

Walburga Black was beautiful in her youth in contrast to how she looked as she got older. She had silky jet black hair like a starless night sky, milky white skin, high cheek bones, and bewitching silvery gray eyes which would later be inherited by her eldest son.

Alphard Black

Like the rest of his siblings, Alphard was a blood purist, having been raised on the ideologies of his two pureblood supremacist parents. He had known nothing else other than his family’s purist beliefs, although as he got older he slowly began to defect from his family’s prejudice.

Alphard really was the black sheep of the family, especially when he began to question the very foundations of the beliefs that had been instilled in him since childhood. Alphard’s loyalty towards his family and his conflicted views on pureblood supremacy made him feel trapped between wanting to please his family and realizing that their beliefs were wrong. At some point he just stopped caring about conforming to his family’s expectations and it became apparent to his parents as he started to reject their ideals, but he never outwardly expressed his true feelings.

One of the acquaintances Alphard kept throughout his years at Hogwarts was Tom Riddle. He was a year under Riddle but the two formed an unlikely bond with one another. For a lot of people Tom was unapproachable, and yet here was the new first year Alphard Black making friends with him anyway. It didn’t take long for the boys to become extremely close, to the point where their relationship no longer felt like a friendship but instead perhaps something more intimate.

I think it was scary to say the least for the boys to admit that they had feelings that were beyond the limits of a platonic relationship for each other, and it was especially hard for Tom who had never experienced what it was like to be loved by anyone. Riddle didn’t like the idea of being vulnerable and the fact that there was one person in the world that could make him feel such a way almost intimidated him. No one ever intimidates Tom Riddle, no one ever gets to expose his weakness. And yet here Alphard was managing to do just that and to say that infuriated Tom would be an understatement.

Alphard didn’t love Tom for his power, he didn’t worship or fear him like the others did. If anything, Al was the only one who could look Tom in the eyes without flinching, the only one who could stand in close proximity to Tom without feeling lesser, the only one who could see past the mask of the Dark Lord and into the eyes of a hurt and damaged young man that had never gotten the chance to know what love felt like until he met Alphard. In many ways, Al was his equal, even when Tom strived to be singular, even when he wanted to be a figure of unparalleled superiority, Alphard always found a way to have a spot at Tom’s side without looking like a servant instead of a companion.

There was a kiss. One single kiss held in one single fleeting moment that truly revealed the love that was so deeply engraved upon the boys’ hearts. Their confessions to each other were wordless, the both of them never mustered the courage to say the three unsaid words that would never be spoken.

Unfortunately, the love that Alphard and Tom felt for each other would not endure. Inside Alphard's heart, the affection he once held for Tom would soon be overshadowed by grief and heartache. Meanwhile, the only thing that would remain in Tom’s heart—the only thing he would ever have room for—was darkness.

Cygnus Black

He was closer with Walburga than he was with Alphard. The two of them strongly believed in pure-blood supremacy and Al’s reluctance to accept their purist ideologies really put strain on his relationship with his siblings.

Orion is the French heir of the Black family, while Cygnus is an heir of the English side. He wasn’t always expected to be the main heir to the English side of the Black family, after all he isn’t the eldest son. Once he and his family realized that Alphard wasn’t going to be marrying or having children anytime soon they left Cygnus responsible for carrying on the bloodline.

Cygnus proposed to Druella during their sixth year at Hogwarts, although they didn’t marry until they graduated. The two were a love match which was exceedingly rare at the time, but Druella, being from the prominent and wealthy Rosier family, was an acceptable bride in the eyes of Pollux and Irma.

In spite of being responsible for the continuation of his family’s bloodline, Cygnus was not so eager to produce a male heir with Druella. In truth, he was just excited at the prospect of becoming a father to a child he made with the woman he loved — the thought of little Ella and a little Cygnus was enough to make him forget about the responsibility he had to his family. All he cared about was that Druella and the baby were healthy, nothing else mattered to Cygnus other than the wellbeing of his wife and child.

During his years at Hogwarts, Cygnus maintained a cautious distance from Tom Riddle and his circle of followers. To him, they appeared to be nothing more than an arrogant group of young men, seduced by the charismatic allure of a half-blood who seemed to promise greatness and power. Cygnus viewed their ambition as misguided, an insatiable hunger for something that, in his opinion, was ultimately out of reach.

He did not accept the dark mark when Voldemort rose to power. Like his sister, he was not an extremist and had no intention of terrorizing muggles who did not pose a direct threat to wizarding kind. As long as they remained ignorant to the existence of witches and wizards, Cygnus saw no need in recklessly disrupting the coexistence of the magical and non-magical worlds.

Cygnus may not have approved of Voldemort’s methods, but he found the Dark Lord’s efforts to rid the magical world of muggleborns admirable. Muggles did not belong within magical society, he believed; they lacked the inherent magic that defined true wizards and witches, and their presence diluted the purity of the magical community.

[auxxrat]

more star wars x harry potter au !!

i’ve started to put together a rough character list, with classes and houses. i also put together quidditch teams !! this is really just some of the data— i may have more to write before chapters are actually posted.

i’m really working hard on this so if people actually want me to post it i will :)

DATA 📊

HEADMASTER

YODA

HEAD MISTRESS

YADDLE

TEACHERS

Astronomy - Professor Tiin

Charms - Professor Piell

Defense Against The Dark Arts - Professor Tyranus

Herbology - Professor Sinube

History of Magic - Professor Jaster

Potions - Professor Ima-Dun Di

Transfiguration - Professor Yaddle

Flying - Professor Trebor

ELECTIVES

Ancient Runes - Madam Ropal

Aritchmancy - Professor Poof

Care of Magic Creatures - Professor Kcaj

Divination - Professor Rancisis

Muggle Studies - Professor Qui-Gon Jinn

Alchemy - Professor Mundi

GROUNDS KEEPER/KEEPER OF KEYS

Kolloma Ree

HOGWARTS CARETAKER

Huyang

HOGWARTS DOCTOR

Madam Nema

OTHER STAFF POSITIONS 🪄

Choir teacher - Professor Piell

Librarian - Madam Nu

SLYTHERIN 🐍

Head of House - Professor Tyranus

Head Boy - Mace Windu

Head Girl -

Perfects - Depa Billaba,

HOUSE MEMBERS

First years >

Voe Atell

Trella Bare’Ah

Saw Gerrera

Second years >

Barriss Offee

Jinx

Kalifa

Orphne

Rook Kast

Third years >

Aurra Sing

Savage Opress

Teckla Minnau

Fourth years >

Nute Gunray

Cassie Cryar

Ione Marcy

Nils Tenant

Finn Tegotash

Fennec Shand

Fifth years >

Asajj Ventress

Pre Vizsla

Bo-Katan Kryze

Rush Clovis

Sixth years >

Depa Billaba

Jango Fett

Karis

Morgan Elsbeth

Hondo Ohnaka

Seventh years >

Mace Windu

Adi Gallia

Cad Bane

Isa Durand

GRYFFINDOR 🦁

Head of House - Professor Yaddle

Head Boy -

Head Girl -

Perfects -

HOUSE MEMBERS

First years >

Gungi

Jaybo Hood

Katooni

O-Mer

Soniee

Dono

Second years >

Ashoka Tano

Steela Gerrera

Trace Martez

Nyx Okami

Third years >

Che Amanwe Papanoida

Chi Eekway Papanoida

Maylur

Ashu-Nyamal

Edmon Rampart

Fourth years >

Anakin Skywalker

Tu-Anh

Rabé

Rafa Martez

Fifth years >

Tiplar

Tiplee

Mina Bonteri

Gregor Typho

Sixth years >

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Quinlan Vos

Seventh years >

Agen Kolar

Cin Dralling

Chrin

RAVENCLAW

Head of House - Headmaster Yoda

Head Boy - Plo Koon

Head Girl - Shaak Ti

Perfects - Thrawn, Luminara, Bail Organa, Mon Mothma

HOUSE MEMBERS

First years >

Kav Bayons

Finn Ertay

Knox

Petro

Second years >

Kidd Kareen

Meena Tills

Tryla

Third years >

Stass Allie

Tawni Ames

Hogan Tinnar

Fourth years >

Aayla Secura

Mon Mothma

Eirtaé

Kin Robb

Tynnra Pamlo

Fifth years >

Padme Amidala

Thrawn

Bail Organa

Sabé

Saché

Sixth years >

Shaak Ti

Plo Koon

Satine Kryze

Taun We

Seventh years >

Luminara Unduli

Tal Merrik

Zinn Paulnesz

Lama Su

Kinash Lock

HUFFLEPUFF 🦡

Head of House - Professor Sinube

Head Boy - Eeth Koth

Head Girl -

Perfects - Kit Fisto,

HOUSE MEMBERS

First years >

Kana Jarrus

Sha’a Gi

Second years >

Hera Syndulla

Riyo Chuchi

Onaconda Farr

Third years >

Halsey

Bultar Swan

Fourth years >

Sionver Boll

Kirraa

Fifth years >

Eekar Oki

Nahdar Vebb

Breha

Sixth years >

Letta Turmond

Ahmar

Akar-Deshu

Seventh years >

Eeth Koth

Kit Fisto

Tae Boon

QUIDDITCH 🏏

SLYTHERIN

Captain - Jango Fett

Keeper - Depa Billaba

Beaters - Jango, Hondo Ohnaka

Chaser - Fennec Shand, Morgan Elsbeth, Bo-Katan Kryze

Seeker - Asajj Ventress

GRYFFINDOR

Captain - Quinlan Vos

Keeper - Agen Kolar

Beaters - Tiplar, Tiplee

Chaser - Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos, Gregor Typho

Seeker - Anakin Skywalker

RAVENCLAW

Captain - Plo Koon

Keeper - Plo Koon

Beaters - Tal Merrik, Zinn Paulnesz

Chaser - Aayla Secura, Kin Robb, Tynnra Pamlo

Seeker - Kinash Lock

HUFFLEPUFF

Captain - Kit Fisto

Keeper - Eekar Oki

Beaters - Eeth Koth, Ahmar

Chaser - Tae Boon, Nahdar Vebb, Kirraa

Seeker - Kit Fisto

HOGWARTS GHOSTS

Sifo-Dyas

Jar Jar Binks

OTHER STUDENTS/PAST STUDENTS

Maul - Expelled

[avas-poltergeist]

20 Questions: Writing Edition

Yippee! I'm pulling the curtain back on my ao3 Thank you for the tag @eregar!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Thirteen! There was once more, but the Star Wars Era and the Taakitz Times deserve to be put to a nice rest somewhere in my google drive folder.

What’s your total ao3 word count? 391,842

What fandoms do you write for?

Arcane and Warhammer40k.

I've written for Baldur's Gate Three, Critical Role, The Locked Tomb Novels, Holly Black's fey universe, Star Wars, and The Adventure Zone. Strangely enough, never for Homestuck or Dragon Age on account that there was all the fic I really ever wanted when I was younger and all of those writers went off to do crazy shit like write published books that get nominated and win Hugos.

My own projects are in the background right now as I am contending daily with the infamous sci-fi and fantasy magazine slush pile. The whitest whale. the cruelest mistress.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always, only with the exception of my Orphic Technologies (Hazardous Tech and the Minds Who BLANK) series where sometimes I don't really know how to respond, and a few comments are just sweet things like 'extra kudos'.

Fanfiction to me is the trench testing grounds for my work and for meeting other people who are interested in writing, reading, and really getting down in the weeds with the original piece that the fanfiction is based off of.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Cry For Judas where Jester Lavorre's god, patron, co-dependent partner, and at one time implied caretaker gets taken to Super Fey Jail and she begins to violently lose her powers, but a majority of her friends refuse to help her save him because he's "weird" and "immoral". Enter Caleb Wiodgast with none of the tools able to assist in a way that matters and she gives him the ultimatum to follow her into a suicide mission. The end.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of my fics have happy to bitter sweet endings. Hazardous Tech ends with Jinx, Ekko, and Viktor alive and realizing they may have as much love for Zaun as they do for their own ambitions despite everyone else being mega-dead. Aleatory ends with Astarion having enough emotional growth to tell my Durge that she was infinitesimally kind to him even at her most vile. It Lives Near The Firescape literally ends with Nott getting to see her family again.

Do you get hate on fics?

I never got hate until I started writing Hazardous Technology and the Minds Who Make It for the Arcane fandom. I have to laugh about it. Good for the soul.

Do you write smut?

hell yeah <3

Do you write crossovers?

I write alternate universes, but never crossovers. Not for me.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I really hope not. A few people have asked to publish Hazardous Technology and the Minds Who Make It to Wattpad and I've politely declined each time. With the ever growing prominence of AI scraping, though, I imagine something I've written is out there in some fuckass large language model as it murders a tree baby and kicks a puppy. Gotta love it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I still cannot believe this happened. Real life people decided to take the time to translate Hazardous Tech into both Ukranian and Spanish. I really can't go into how much those two languages have immense importance to me personally, but here we are. Life is very strange.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Sort of? I've sent early chapters to folks etc.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

You can't ask this of me. It's probably vrisrezi. I used to really like a Star Wars ship that people still scream about. Timebomb I still love even though they've sorta sanded it down. Widojest, I'll always love you...Let's talk about Dragon Age for six hours....this is like when Letterboxed tries to ask you your favorite four films.

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would love to wake up in a world where my Widojest AU where Caleb Widogast is still a torturer and pawn to his vile empire as he chases some silly heretic woman across the world is done...but if we are honest...I'm writing my Warhammer 40k fanfiction right now and that's already doing that premise with more growth and skill than I had even a few years ago.

I do really want to go back to my Machine Herald/Mel fanfiction. I really really do. I was just about to get to the part where she rips off his mask to kiss him thinking it's her fuckass boyfriend Jayce, but instead it was the quiet man she relegated to resource for the entirety of the first season.

My ultimate dream fanfiction I will never have the time for but sits rent free is a very petty re-telling of the Grishaverse that stars the teenage monk Yuri Vedenen while he shares a body with his world's version of Satan.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I think I'm pretty decent at fight scenes, too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I do love purple prose. I also struggle with sentence variety at times and feel paralyzed by synonym paralysis.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I used to do this all the time for Caleb, as Liam playing the character would sprinkle in sentences, but I take it so seriously that often it will be already pre-written phrases, sentences, or things I know for certain are perfect, because then I feel like I'm butchering the culture or the language without a speaker helping.

First fandom you wrote for?

Ava's Demon

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

We Will Outgrow This Place still has such a special place in my heart for being about a weird coming of age type deconstruction.

I do also really still love Aleatory, even for all its flaws and ways I would have now done it differently.

This is a long meme post so I am tagging a whole bunch of folks and everyone can choose whether or not they wanna!

@wizardysseus @florallychaotic @lordcaptains @andrigyn @lilac-lich @rizzikale @vspin @gingerfan24 @galahadiant

[zackprincebooks]

I don't want to jinx it, because I still need to run through and weed out any typos, grammatical errors, and the like. But...

...I think I'm done with The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall.

[deathofamistress]

hello, my loyal servants . . .

my name is death, though some may call me jinx, makima, or helga. my birth into this world was on 11 / 01 / 07, making me seventeen years old.

you can click here to see my pronouns and identities. but if you’re feeling lazy, I use it / she pronouns and am a queer / sapphic neutrois futch "woman".

this account is (mostly) dedicated to mogai / liom / qai identities, as well as therianthropy and kintypes. most of my content is for my loved ones and I, though never feel afraid to drop a request in my asks / messages.

information about me . . .

it / she | 17 years old | futch lesbian (hoard.)

♡: old web. girls. yuri / lesbians. graphic design. anime. alternative fashion (most notably cybergoth / rivethead, v-kei, & pastel goth). dark / taboo media. mortuary science, funeral services. minesweeper. felines. furries and therians. wrestling.

requests are open. I will accept any sort of request, including but not limited to (both pre-existing & coining) flags and terms. I have absolutely no dni as I instead block people I’m not very fond of.

links & tags . . .

my spotify. my pinterest. my personal blog. my twitter.

#mistress responds. — responding to asks.

#mistress hoards. — reblogs of terms I identify with / as.

#mistress thinks. — random or miscellaneous posts.

tags . . . @puppetnauts @marinas-content @dollmartyr

[dartalias]

OK FINE this idea had put its claws in my brain long enogth

Arcane × atla AU (more specific the Kyoshi novels)

[There is the chill version and the "real" version]

Characters:

Kyoshi: born in Zaun, secret daugther of two criminal gang liders (Jesa and Hark)

abandoned at 5/6 at (im divided between a more isolated part of Zaun or a "lower" part of Piltover but im leading more over Zaun) until Kelsang could finally "formally" adopt her at 14y/o when he snoop Kyoshi into a Job (maid like, haven't decided what yet) in the academy (and/or with a scholarship in the chill AU)

(Cof Vi paralel cof cof)

Rangi: she and Hei-Ran are from enother contry (fire nation equivalent, idk any League names) but they still nobility and part of the crazy rich people there

Rangi had already finish a military academy in her home nation which could count as school, but she still goes to the academy, both to learn complementary (and maybe get more validation at her job) and to tutor Yun (and non-oficialy Kyoshi)

[She has a job at the Piltover enforcers departament, fully deserved, but she still feels like proving herself over and over on how she isnt there just bc of her mother]

(Cof Caitlyn paralel cof cof)

Yun: also from Zaun, really smart and charismatic which helped him make lots of money as a swindler tricking people, is now Jianzhu pupil and top studant in the academy

(cof cof Victor paralel cof cof)

Jianzhu wants him to be a politician so bad but Yun secretly is not sure if that what he want, especially bc its already corroding his happines when he didnt even graduate yet

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I still haven't decide how i will make the Kuruk magic legacy part or an avatar equivalent and make it tragic for the "real AU" but ITS THERE

[S2 Mel gave me the pass to make Kyoshi a mage/witch and im NOT wasting it]

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Jianzhu: concil member (the worse type, a mix of that blond one with ambessa, or "Piltover Silco")

target of Jinx's (Yun's) bomb

Kelsang: also a concil member, but in a Haimerdinger type of way

he could maybe still be a monk (or the universe equivalent) who got in troble for some situation with the concil (he know how corrupt and mess up it is, but he dosen't have much power there)

Knows Kyoshi since she was a kid, and its trying to find a way to help/adopt her since forever, but for piltover goverment is trash reasons it took until she was like 14

Life long friends with Hei-Ran, Jianzhu and Kuruk (if he is alive or dead depends of what version of this AU you prefer) but he notice how they can may be starting to be a bit more corrupt/greedy (Jianzhu, with Hei-Ran acepting) or ""lazy"" (Kuruk)

Hei-Ran: basically the same of canon, really good mother/mother-in-law, ex head mistress of the academy Rangi was in, and at a really high position in Piltover (still dont know if its in the concil or in the academy)

Cassandra paralels, im not gonna extend much on this one

Flying opera company:

Kyoshi's (and Rangi's but she wont admit it yet) Zaunites friend [Every character paralel with them its dead so im not doing this rn]

How long they know each other depend on the version: Kyoshi goes looking for them when everything goes nuts in the real version, and indeterminate (idk yet) in the chill version

Ether way they join her in finding ways to improve life conditions Zaun and give it independence

(you can interpret this as "Kyoshi studing to graduate in sociology or smth like that" from "Kyoshi as a fusion of Jinx and Vi")

[In my opinion she's more of a Ekko then a Jinx/Servica but still counts]

Also if they are still a full on smugglers gang or just some trouble kids in high school its up to the au version

just saying It would be pretty funny if they go to the academy too and Kyoshi is friends with both the little revolutionary theater/dance group and the top class students rich kids with no in between

(Jimpa its her friend too in but idk exacly what to do to him [and Lao Ge] yet)

This is and took longer then i expected so i'll be doing the diferences between the chill AU/real AU in enother post (maybe idk)

But basically the chill one its just a high school/magic academy AU

But the other one wont follow exacly the Arcane nor the novels story, im thinking in a mix of both (like, the Kyoshi Yun mix up will happen, and its related with Kuruk, but add hextec and black rose to it) so i still have to think about it more

[Can also be connected with one Yangchen novels × arcane au but i didnt even finish the books yet so i dont have that many ideas)

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Chapter 9 - Uthgerd I: Bleak Falls Barrow

Morndas 18th of Last Seed 4E201 Late Evening

Uthgerd

The name's Uthgerd. The Unbroken. It's a good, strong name that I earned because of my unbreakable will. No beast has broken it. No woman, either. And certainly no bloody man.

So then why'm I five tankards in for the fourth night in a row?... Oh right, I killed a man. No, not a man, a boy. A whelp with a big mouth and no arm. Fuck. What's the point of all the mead if I can still remember my sins at the end of the night. I guzzle down the last swig, and slam the tankard down. "Hulda. 'Nother."

Within a minute, the barmaid pours more mead into my tankard. And there's a queer look on her face. Worry? Disappointment? Can't tell. That's good. Not that I care anyway. I've enough coin from my last jobs to sit here for the next fortnight. Well, maybe less at this rate. Maybe I'll switch over to Honningbrew... Black-Briar is expensive.

It's a decent night at the Bannered Mare. Busy, but not packed. Meek... Mack... The bard is making eyes at some girl while he plays his flute. Saadia is serving people. Thankfully, no one has tried to invade my lone corner tonight. Better that way...

"Do you mind if I sit here?

Shor's bloody bones, why do I jinx myself? "Yes, I bloody well do mind." I can see him clearly, despite my drinking. A waif of a man, not an ounce of muscle on him. Wearing robes, too. And he's pretty short. Then again, I'm damn tall myself... And he's still here. "Move along, softgut. I'm more woman than you can handle."

He grins. "You thought I was coming over here to... What, proposition you?"

"Why else? I'll have you know I've fended off advances from men who were twice the man as you. Literally." For some reason, he laughs at this, then takes a seat at my table. Grumbling, I wonder if it'd be worth it to ignore Hulda's warnings about scaring off any more of her customers.

"I was just curious."

"Curious?"

"Aye." He waves down Saadia and orders a glass of Alto wine. Pah. Can't stomach a real drink, I suppose. "A woman alone at a tavern in a corner, whilst reveling occurs all 'round."

"Never seen a woman drowning her sorrows before?"

"Of course I have. But stories are my trade." He smiles at me again. I do hope he's not thinking it's comforting. "I'd like to hear yours, that's all. I've a sense for these things."

"Really?" He nods... To Oblivion with Hulda, I'll find somewhere else to stay. "You want to hear how I ran through a boy of fourteen summers?" The look of shock on his face goads me on. "How the Companions thought it funny to face me against a child for entrance into their little club? How I watched the light fade from his eyes because he couldn't hold a guard? Or maybe when they cried I was too hot-headed, the weak pathetic cowards!?" I stand, then fall back in my seat, head throbbing.

And then I notice now the tavern has gone silent but for the fire. Guess I was too loud. Damn it. Sure enough, Hulda is storming toward me, yelling. "Shor's Bones, this is the last straw, Uthgerd! I told you..."

"Please! Don't, not on my account." The hell? Why is this skinny bastard arguing for me? "It was my fault, I antagonized her."

Hulda glares at me. I turn away. "Fine. Be that way. But if she causes trouble again, I'm tossing you both out. Clear?"

"As a summer's day, Mistress."

She throws one last glare my way before leaving, and the tavern starts breathing again. Bastards. As if I were some bloody entertainment. "You didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did. I felt awful." A pause. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

I scoff. "Cant've been in town long then. It's all these gossips can talk about."

"Only arrived today. And don't mind them. They'll forget all about it once the next juicy story comes along. Like goblins upon meat."

"Aye." I know he's right. I try to go back to drinking, but it's no use; I can feel the angry tears pushing themselves out. "Godsdamnit!" I nearly slam my tankard down once more, just catching myself. "It was an accident. I told them. Why wouldn't they believe me?" To his credit, the scrawny git doesn't try to comfort me or anything. Just sips his nancy wine.

Once I get a hold of myself, he speaks up again. "I suppose I should admit it wasn't solely curiosity that brought me over here. I do have a proposition for you, thought not the kind you accused me of."

"Would you get to the point already?" My anger seems to have burnt out.

"As you wish. I don't suppose you've heard about the dragons?"

What? "Those old fairy tales? Is spooky ol' Farengar drumming up his 'research' again?"

"And then some. Those old fairy tales? Destroyed Helgen."

I give a hearty laugh. Just one. Until I notice the haunted look on his face. Like... The one I saw this morning in my washbasin. My own. "Kyne's word?" He nods. By the gods. Dragons? Helgen destroyed? That's... Shit.

"The Jarl has contracted me to assist Farengar by retrieving an artifact of some value from a nearby Nordic ruin. But, as I'm sure you've noticed," he says, with his wry grin returning, "this 'softgut' is no fighter. I need help, and protection."

"So what, you're looking for a bodyguard?"

"I'd prefer someone who can think for themselves."

Hah. A good answer. "And what's in this for me? I don't do charity work."

"Nor does the Jarl, I assure you. He's promised me a reward for doing this. If he doesn't extend you the same, I'll gladly share with you what he gives me. But..." he leans closer to me, a fierce gleam in his eye. "More than anything, you'll earn the Jarl's gratitude and favor. And that can open more doors than a thousand Septims. Like the doors of Joorvaskr."

If my glare could shoot flames, the man would do a fine reenactment of King Olaf. But he ignores me, sipping his wine, as though he hadn't just casually offered me my life's dream by helping him. How long had I dreamed of joining the Companions? Five years? Ten? Their deeds, old and new, are known throughout Tamriel. To join their ranks... Few things could match that honor. To be given a second chance...

But still... Dragons. Just thinking about the word sends a chill down my spine. As if I were remembering something long forgotten. It was... Exciting. And truly, what else was holding me here now? "What's your name?"

"Talao. And yours?"

"It's Uthgerd. And you, Talao, shall have my sword at your side. We leave at dawn." His grin near splits his face as we grasp each others' forearms. I can't help but mirror it.

At least until I overcorrect and fall clear off my chair. Damn mead, I think, as Talao guffaws in his chair. Gods, there aren't enough drinks in the world.

Chapter 8 - Farengar I: Bleak Falls Barrow x Chapter 10 - Uthgerd II: Bleak Falls Barrow

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Grenadine and Satin Gloves

by amarettoloves

"It was a Friday night, and the Last Drop was absolutely buzzing. Vi was already up to her neck in simple syrup and maraschino cherries, but it was nothing new to her. She’d been working behind the bar for years now. And everybody knew that Friday nights were Mistress Cee’s night."

Vi is a bartender at The Last Drop. Caitlyn is a regular face in the establishment, as she just so happens to be the jazz singer that performs every Friday night. And she's just been broken up with.

Words: 2036, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Bartender Vi (League of Legends), Singer Caitlyn (League of Legends), Fluff, Slow Burn, Vi is a disaster lesbian but that is okay because I too am a disaster lesbian, Everyone Is Alive, yes even claggor and mylo, will they be mentioned? we shall see, I'm flying by the seat of my pants here, The Author Regrets Nothing, Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), but who's surprised, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Jazz - Freeform, Not Beta Read, We Die Like Vander, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), jinx is her roller derby name, Mutual Pining, oooooooh yeah, Eventual Romance, rubs hands together schemingly

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What would Konpeito from Food Fantasy be like in your AU?

https://food-fantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Konpeito

Name: Konpeito

Series: Food Fantasy

Gender: Female

Status: Alive

Family: None as of Now

Flower Motif: Northern Starflower (Trientalis borealis)

Flower Meaning: Guidance

Weapon of Choice: Spellbook

Associated With: Interdimensional Hero Club (Ally)

Hero Form Appearance: A combination of a master magician’s robes and YuYuYu’s Hero Form Outfits. The undersuit of the outfit is a jet black to reflect the vastness space- and while the main outfit does start out a light purple- it becomes a pastel blue, then green, and then yellow, orange, and pink when you get to the lower half of the sleeves, the lower half of the pants, and the tailcoat- reflecting how many colors Konpeito can be! The inside of the tailcoat has a galaxy pattern, btw. Accent colors include black, white, gold, silver, deep purple, and white-gold. The shoes, cloak, gloves, and hat all have patterns of northern starflowers on them- and the only accessory besides her glasses is a northern starflower brooch that serves as a cloak clasp. The flower’s petal shape can be seen in the tailcoat, collar, and cloak.

Full Bloom Gauge Location: Right Fist

Guardian: Dippie (Based on Ursa Minor)

Favorite Food: Hotteok

Parallel To: None

Bio: This innocent and cheerful young mistress of the observatory enjoys studying astrological phenomena. Her personality is pure and kind, and she takes joy in helping others. She ought to have lots of friends, but at some point in the past, she drove people away from her because of her tendency to be a jinx. Later, she learned from the observatory director Monaka how to bring others good luck by making reverse wishes.