#its us. vik is the dog.

[oobygoo]

@scatteredcloud @dorothysotherfriend

“How’s life?”

Me:

[spxllcxstxr]

Being in an Established Relationship with Jayce and Viktor • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: I am desperate for more Jayce x Viktor x Reader content! Would I be able to request headcanons for what an established relationship with them would be like?? 🥺 -- @spatialwave

Warnings: gn!reader, first time writing arcane and jayvik so I hope it's all good!!

A.N: Andy (@spatialwave) has inspired me so much so PLEASE go read their beautiful writing! You need to understand I got this request LAST NIGHT, I just had to bang it out I was writing like a FIEND. I loved writing this so much, I hope to write more in the future!! Hope you enjoy!

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Being in a relationship with Jayce and Viktor is like being a part of an old married couple that simultaneously bickers all the time and is just falling in love all over again every day

Jayce is like a ray of sunshine on a summer afternoon

He's clingy--but not overwhelmingly so. Jayce just has to have some sort of body part on either of you at all times (except in the lab unless he's feeling especially in love that day)

He loves putting his arms around your waist, chest pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over your neck. Jayce is a bit more subtle with Viktor, since your other partner prefers smaller touches, so their fingers are always tangled together. Some days Jayce will even sneak his hand into Vik's back pocket, making the slimmer boy light up red from the neck up

Jayce is also the type of boyfriend that will always have you two on his mind. He picks a flower from someone's garden to give it to you because "the vibrancy of its color reminded me of your eyes," or buys a little knick knack for Viktor because "I thought you would find it hilariously stupid" (Viktor will put it on his already cluttered desk at the lab because Jayce was right, it is stupidly funny)

Jayce will always get an A for effort because even if he can't remember how you like your coffee or tea, it's the thought that counts

Has bigass puppy dog eyes and he fucking knows how to use them against you two

All he has to do is look between you and Vik with those golden eyes are you're both putty in his hands

Speaking of being putty in hands, Jayce is the cuddler of the relationship

Which is good because he is also the space heater of the relationship too

Will basically have Viktor curled up on one side and you on the other. His face will be buried in Viktor's hair, placing sleepy kissed on his scalp. His fingers will rub circles on the small of your back. Jayce is the best pillow and blanket in all of Piltover AND Zaun

Viktor, on the other hand, is like the moon at midnight

He loves the both of you in a slightly different way than Jayce

While Jayce is more touchy and exuberant with his love, Vik is certainly more subtle, though that doesn't mean he loves you two any less

He is actually exceptionally smitten with you and Jayce. It's like his walls come crashing down whenever you two are with him. He could come back from having a disagreement about a project with Heimer, with his jaw clenched and brows furrowed, and then he'll spot you and Jayce in your shared apartment and it all melts away

Viktor isn't carrying the world on his shoulders with his partners around him. He knows that you guys will lift the hefty weight from his shoulders

While Viktor isn't as touchy ad you or Jayce, he shows his presence in other ways.

Viktor will always have at least one eye on you at all times. It's not that he doesn't trust you two (on the contrary, you two are the only people he trusts with his life), he just needs to know his lovers are ok

Jayce could be tinkering with something in the lab and 50% of Viktor's attention will be on him. Making sure he doesn't shock himself or mix the wrong chemicals together. And if that does ever happen, Viktor drops everything to help him. He masks his worry with wit, but the mask is transparent for you and Jayce

Viktor is also the one with the extreme attention to detail. Your coffee or tea is always right and always the right temperature in the morning. A scarf is always hanging on the coat rack near the front door on chilly days for you. Puts a bookmark in the book you're reading when you unexpectedly fall asleep reading on the couch

He is so big on being a gentleman. Will open doors for you two, pull out seats during a nice dinner. Also is the type to lift up your hand so he can kiss your knuckles (he knows this drives you wild and he struggles to hide a smirk at your heated face)

The three of you are witty and biting and funny in your own ways, quips are basically thrown around every hour of the day. The day isn't complete without someone rolling their eyes. Teasing knows no bounds--the apartment, the lab, a fancy dinner, in front of councilmen and women--doesn't matter

Every day you feel lucky to have these two as your partners, you really hit the jackpot with them. They're caring and attentive and loving in ways no one else is

And they feel the exact same way

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[discomxcabre]

Hello, I would like to know if I can request a pt.3 to mind reader, where Viktor is using his hexstrap to pleasure the reader? (I like to think if Viktor uses the hexstrap it becomes a full functioning organ attached to Viktor) Also note you do not have to do this request if you are uncomfortable with it, I will not take offence if you do not want to write this request! (I am just horny and want ftm Viktor doming me [the reader] to rearrange my guts, since there is not/barely any fics out there that does this.)

the mind destroyer (the mind reader pt.3)

s2 viktor x male reader

cw: dom!viktor, pegging (reader receiving), blowjob (reader receiving), viktor has a hexpussy, fucking in nature, jayvik undertones, size difference (bigger reader), vik accidentally calls the reader jayce, glorious overstimulation (reader receiving)

summary: you find an invention from your Herald’s past and he shows you, how he had used it back then.

note: here’s the fic, anon !! i love how this series progresses like some gradient from sub to dom vik

part 1 part 2

You picked the berry from your bush and threw it in the basket. Blue, spherical fruit were gleaming in the sun. You picked some more from between its leaves and something blinked before your eyes. A blue thing.

There was no trash in the commune. You picked the object up. Bit was belts and a base with a slick shaft attached.

What was its purpose?

You heard his elegant footsteps and felt how you’re getting hard. Like a Pavlov’s dog, perhaps.

“Oh, this?” The Herald looked over your shoulder. “My invention from the old times. We called it the hexstrap.”

“The hexstrap?” you repeated, tasting the sounds of the word.

“Exactly, Y/N. I want you to let me show you how I have used it in the past. I will allow you to punish me later for the yesterday’s incident.” He smiled

And you wanted to know what this thing was doing in your berry bush.

“About this we will think afterward. Now follow me.” He commanded.

So you followed him, taking your berry basket with you. As you passed the greenhouse, you took a step towards it, but the Herald grabbed your collar, slightly lifting you down to his height.

“This is not the place I’m taking you to.”

Instead, he walked you to the stream in the middle of commune’s meadow. Sun made the yellow flowers even more of their color.

“Undress.” The Herald commanded with his soft voice.

You looked around yourself. These was not a single soul in where your eye could reach. But the trail, winding and available for everyone to walk through was giving you doubt. The Herald grabbed your collar making you bow down to his height. You became stone hard for certain.

“Did I express unclearly?”

You lifted your brow. He knew what your concerns were, he was reading your mind.

“I will make them not notice. Undress.”

“Yes, my Herald.”

You took off your shirt, then pants and underwear. Viktor examined you, glancing up, then down where you don’t look. So exposed and vulnerable before him.

Viktor shifted a bit, holding his staff. He smiled proudly and took out his hand.

“Now lay down for me. Face down, backside up.”

You laid down that way, your cheek getting scratched by the ground. The Herald took a washcloth off a laundry string. Water filled rag’s inbetweens and Viktor came up to you. He kneeled before your backside and you felt wetness on your hole. Slow strokes were cleaning you up, close, but too far from your sensitive spot. And Viktor knew perfectly what he was doing. Slowly touching you with the cloth, deliberately avoiding your prostate.

“Please, my Herald...” You whispered.

The Herald kneeled close to you and bent down to your face. “I am listening. What are you asking me for?”

“Please, let me change positions. I want to see your glory.”

He stood up proudly and watched, holding his staff, as you change your position into laying on your back. The Herald moved between your open legs, then lifted up his blanket cape, putting the folds behind himself. A drop of purple slick leaked from his pussy onto his thigh.

He kneeled before you. The strap embraced his hips, and he clicked the buckles on precisely, like he had done it a billion times before.

You felt his eyes on you, and even if he didn’t put a finger on you yet, your length twitched.

The strap’s width was probably a quarter of Heralds waist. But compared for you, it was takeable. Viktor stroked your stomach with his finger, and you shivered from the metal cold. He looked at you studiously.

He put one finger inside you and you hissed, despite his whole body, including fingers being so tiny. He hushed.

You hissed again, feeling the strap hitting your skin. The Herald took three of your fingers in his hand. He thrusted it inside you, and you bit your lower lip, not to be heard by the commune members.

“I understand. It was difficult for me to adjust to its size too.” He comforted you, and stroked your hand with his slender, purple thumb.

The strap stretched you out so hard you were certain that it’s going to break you in half. You let out a breath. Fuck. You just started and already got broken.

“I’m only quarter of its length inside you.” The herald arched his brow. “Do you wish to stop?”

“No, my Herald. Please, don’t stop. Please…” You whined, as he lightly shifted inside you.

“Good boy, Jayce.”

“Excuse me?’

“Oh, forgive me.” He smiled with faux innocence. “You resemble him a lot, Y/N.”

Viktor giggled, putting his hands on your waist. While yours could encircle him completely, he could only cover a small bit of it.

He thrusted again and you closed your eyes. Your chest was rising, falling and rising again, as you choked on your own air.  Whatever material he made this strap of, it was not a cheap material. The Herald tapped on your skin, where he was holding your waist.

“Open your eyes.”

You obeyed. And you saw his tiny figure towering over you, as his face was giving you an approving look. Herald’s multicolor eyes were slightly narrow, like always, but now pierced you deeper than his invention. You could easily take him off yourself, but you didn’t want to end it.

The Herald put one of his fingers in your mouth. His skin tasted of fruit. You swallowed his finger in all its smoothness, suppressing your moan. He filled your mouth with another finger, refined and cold like platinum.

He thrusted again, at the same time opening his fingers and by it, your mouth. You groaned, unable to suppress it.

You looked up, then on the side where the path was. Ready to grab your clothes and run away from the commune.

As he took out his fingers out of your mouth, he kissed them along with your spit.

You let yourself study his figure a bit, certain that something in him changed. Yes, the strap. The strap and its belts now seemed grown into Viktor’s petite, purple pelvis. Its color changed to the same shade of gold that the ornaments in his chest had.

“They don’t hear you, so I see no reason for your suppression.”

After saying it, Viktor leaned down. Your breath touched his face, but yours was devoid of his air. His facade came so close to yours, only centimeters preventing your lips from brushing each other. He subtly opened his mouth, as if he was getting ready. Only his blanket cape hindered your skin from touching his. The strap pierced deeper into you and you let the Herald watch as your eyes travel up your sockets. He gave you an approving look.

This was the last thing you saw before your vision going blank.

The strap was slowly leaving your hole, and you felt how much it stretched you out. The air you were left with made you ache.

You were empty.

Now, the only things that existed were the air and the strap alternately filling you up and leaving you broken. And the feel of Herald’s divine touch on your skin. You got tiny bits but yearned for more.

Your cock, your neglected cock craved the contact. With his mouth in the best of timelines. You whined, because it was the only way of begging he left you with. An electrocute ran from your spine down your pelvis.

Oh, you were almost there. All filled, cracked up almost to the point of fragmenting. About to spill out. And then you felt coldness. The Herald left your hole.

You mewled, almost cried.

“Eyes on me.” Viktor ordered.

You did. But your eyelids remained in a nonstop flicker.

He lowered his face down to your crotch, and opened his loving mouth. His mind reading abilities were never a greater blessing than now, when unordered, he took his glossy lips close to you. He started by kissing your tip, and at the same time your eyes and his harmonized. His lips wrapped around your tip. You moaned, feeling his metallic tongue and wet saliva on the most sensitive parts of your skin.

The Herald moaned uncontrollably as his warm mouth engulfed your length deeper. His tongue danced around you, the metal caressing your sensitive spots so hard you twitched. He held your hips with agile, purple fingers.

“Fuck.”

“Hm?” Viktor looked you in the eye, as he dove deeper with a choking sound. Your body started uncontrollably shaking, but he sucked on you like nothing was happening.

Even with a cock deep in his throat, the Herald could not lose his holy graciousness.

But you knew you were about to spill.

Viktor swung his tongue so close to your base. Eyes studying as you fragmented, mouth wrapped around you like a ring, your length bulging in his throat.

You spilled, letting out a moan you were to wrecked to repress. The Herald swallowed, letting you feel his throat moving. Elegantly gagging, he closed his eyes.

He sucked out all your thought, drying you into oblivion.

You didn’t know how much time he was sucking out your essence, but after he stopped, he tapped on your hip. Your eyes opened. The Herald was so beautiful, sitting between your open legs, in grasses, looking at you with a challenger’s pride. Wind was caressing his hair. His own drool stained his godly face, with a drop falling into the soil.

Viktor unbuckled his blanket cape and opened the pieces of the fabric, showing himself to you. Shaft of his strap hid inside. The grass beside you rustled, as he moved beside you, then covered you with the blanket. Dark blue fabric smelled of him, of flowers, metal and fruit.

The Herald joined you under the blanket. He laid beside you, with his head on your chest, soft long hair tickling your skin. Your body shivered from his cold. You felt how small he was in comparison, and the way he curled up accentuated it.

“My favorite.” He snuggled closer.

[corysmiles]

Runes and Ruin Pt 2.

arcane g/t fic

Notes: I am ill and really like Jayvik gt so here have this as a treat :>

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It was day four of being stuck in such a humiliatingly small state that Viktor had to start planning on being tiny for a while. He had wanted it to be over quickly; he had had hope that with Jayce’s assistance they would be able to figure out the runes with little to no issue. But so far all the testing they had done on plants had yielded only failed results.

They could make them shrink with no issue. That was the easy part- they knew which rune combination put Viktor in that state. It was the reversal that was causing issues. The plants always withered. Once, they got one to grow to about half of its original size, but the joy of the discovery only lasted a second before the plant turned to dust before their eyes.

As soon as the ash from the plant had settled on the table, Viktor deflated. He didn’t even have to say anything before Jayce’s massive thumb was on his back, a gentle and silent apology. When they went back to Jayce’s apartment that day the pair was quiet, Viktor carefully hidden in his partner’s breast pocket until he could be safely removed.

That night, there was an uncomfortable silence while getting ready for rest. Jayce watched his partner from the bed as he sat head-down on his desk, staring off into the room.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jayce said softly, pulling Viktor out of his thoughts, “We’re getting closer already.”

Viktor hummed in response, mouth tight as he looked at Jayce from the corner of his eyes. He looked even more massive than normal from this angle, and to Viktor’s horror, he was slowly getting used to it.

“I can’t stay like this for much longer, Jayce,” Viktor sighed.

Jayce tilted his head at that, “Hm?”

“I…we have work to do,” Viktor’s head fell, “We can’t put Hextech on pause just to fix this.”

Jayce shook his head and wiped his hand over his eyes sleepily, “Why not? You know we’re more efficient when we’re both at our best. It’s always worse without you.”

“Yes Jayce but I…” Viktor swallowed and let out a heavy shaking breath, “I can’t help. I can’t do anything. I can’t pick up a pen or move the runes or even get to the desk on my own. My crutch is several hundred times my size and I can’t even get to my own apartment. Jayce, I can’t even eat on my own without you getting the food for me.”

At that Jayce’s expression twisted. Viktor hated to see it- the pity clear on his face.

“Vik, it’s really not that big of a deal-”

“You’re not the one stuck like this!”

Jayce sighed and shrugged his shoulders, expression sad like a dog left in the rain.

“I know. I know Vik, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you to feel like it’s a burden on me. I’m here for all of this, no matter what. It’s our problem, not just yours.”

Immediately, the soft tone brought a haze of comfort over Viktor. He hadn’t meant to snap, really, but the stress was starting to become overwhelming.

“I’m sorry…” Viktor sighed, turning to face Jayce better. He’d have to do some damage control seeing as Jayce was his only hope at getting anything fixed. “I didn’t mean to snap at you…it’s not your fault. I just…it’s hard being stuck like this. Everything feels so off.

“Then what about tomorrow we take the day off from the lab,” Jayce started, already holding his hand up in front of him to wave off the argument he knew Viktor had, “Hold on, just listen to me okay?”

Viktor’s mouth snapped close, cutting off the growing fire in his chest. As much as he wanted to fight, he knew better.

“Tomorrow we can go to the forge, I can make you a new crutch,” Jayce started, eyes focused intently on Viktor, “We can try to get you some new clothes, so you’re not stuck in the same ones until this is over. Maybe it’ll help a little, at least to make this feel more normal.”

Viktor only scowled at the words, his tone sharp like a blade, “Nothing will make this feel normal, Jayce.”

“Okay, not normal…but maybe it can at least be better.”

Viktor sighed in exasperation, running his hands through his hair, and tilting his head to his chest, a small move of much-needed comfort, “Fine. Yes, we can do that. But once it’s done we go back to the lab.”

Jayce’s tight expression softened just a bit, a minute twitch to his lips, unrecognizable to anyone who hadn’t spent years in the same room as him, “Deal.”

The next day Jayce did exactly as he said. Viktor sat in Jayce’s breast pocket, which was starting to become more and more familiar, as they made their way from Jayce’s apartment to the House Talis forge. The hustle and bustle of Piltover’s streets was muffled by the thin layer of fabric encasing Viktor, and he found that he was rather thankful for it. The usual stress of walking through the crowded streets dulled to a mere inconvenience as he instead focused his thoughts on the steady rise and fall of Jayce’s chest and the rhythmic bouncing of his steps.

He had been worried at first about going anywhere that wasn’t their shared lab space, but Jayce had reassured him that he could get the forge alone. They had argued about whether or not Viktor should join due to the heat, but eventually Viktor won the argument, stating he wanted to be there, at least to get out of Jayce’s apartment for a small while.

Before he was even removed from Jayce’s pocket, Viktor knew that they had arrived at the forge from the blast of dry heat that hit him through the fabric. For the millionth time he found himself wondering how Jayce could find metalworking so relaxing when he already felt unbearably hot from just entering the room. Gently, a hand appeared over Viktor, blocking out the light from above, tentative as it prodded him from behind, a silent request for permission. Viktor stilled, allowing himself to be scooped up in Jayce’s fingers as he was brought out into the dark heated room.

“Alright, this shouldn’t take too long,” Jayce said, placing Viktor down onto a nearby work bench, “I’ll need to measure you first to make sure I get the right size. Just hold on.”

Viktor nodded in response as he stretched his legs out in front of him, already despising the stickiness of the heat enveloping him. Jayce wandered to the other side of the room, his footsteps booming in Viktor’s ears like the steady thrum of a hammer as he dug through a box. When he returned, a small clean metal ruler was held in his hands.

“Alright, stand up for me,” Jayce nodded, as he pulled up a chair next to the desk, his shadow falling over Viktor’s much smaller form.

Viktor grunted with the effort of pulling himself up, but thankfully Jayce ignored it, or at least opted not to mention it. With exceedingly careful movements the ruler was held next to Viktor’s body, the sight of it next to him almost enough to make him feel dizzy.

“About five and a half centimeters,” Jayce mumbled more to himself than to Viktor, before setting the measuring stick back down next to his partner, letting out a small half-teasing chuckle, “You’re really small Vik.”

Viktor scowled up at his partner whose face was alight with cautious amusement, “When we fix this I am never talking to you again.”

“That would make working on Hextech pretty hard,” Jayce laughed softly in response, his eyes glinting happily.

Viktor grumbled, his lips tightening to a thin line, ready to argue but not wanting to egg Jayce on more. Carefully, he sat back down, sticking his bad leg out as he did to relieve the pressure slowly building in his joints, watching all the while as Jayce moved over to the heated central part of the forge.

He’d watched Jayce work before, when they were entered in the innovators contest they both had come to the forge to work on prototypes last minute when they realized they had all theories and no substance to their work. But watching Jayce work now felt so much different. Viktor averted his eyes as best he could as Jayce pulled his shirt over his head with one of his hands and pulled out a chunk of smooth metal from a side table along with a hammer. However, it didn’t stop the mounting embarrassment from growing in his chest; he was starting to understand why Jayce had become the face of Piltover. The man was magnetic.

He knew Jayce was strong, of course he did, he had worked with the man for years, but seeing him like this when he was barely the size of his finger was overwhelming to Viktor’s senses. Jayce’s broad shoulders and flexing muscles as he worked so carefully, made Viktor’s cheeks grow warm. Of course, he’d deny it if asked, the forge was hot after all, it wasn’t his fault for not being used to the heat…or the sight of Jayce shirtless.

After heating up the metal and slicing a piece of it off Jayce placed it down onto the forge to hammer it into shape, using a small detailing tool to shape it how he wanted. His face scrunched in concentration, and the way his eyes focused in on something so small almost made Viktor laugh.

He barely noticed when Jayce finished, too distracted by his own thoughts until suddenly Jayce was towering over him again, his body gleaming with sweat in a way that made Viktor want to either stare or never talk to him again.

“Try this. Sorry it’s not as good as the last one, but it was much harder to make it small,” Jayce said with an apologetic smile as he handed it over, the length of it almost fully concealed by his thumb and forefinger.

Carefully, Viktor reached up, still wide-eyed at the sight of his hand compared to Jayce’s fingers, before grabbing the top of it. The weight felt good in his hands, and although the metal was not as finely smoothed out as his last one was (which was also a gift from Jayce), it would do for the time being. Glancing up and down it, he nodded with approval before pushing its tip to the desk to help himself up. His leg still protested the movement, but the added support of the hinge under his arm stopped it from being too unbearable.

All the while, Jayce watched him, his stare almost overwhelming given how giant he was.

“This will do,” Viktor said after a moment, tilting his head in thought, “Thank you, really, Jayce.”

“Of course,” Jayce grinned in response, his smile shining even brighter than the heat of the forge, and Viktor found himself looking away to not get burned, “Oh! Now for clothes I was thinking, there’s a toy store pretty close. My mom used to take me there as a kid, and I know they have fancy dolls there. I’m sure we could find some clothes that would fit you.”

Immediately, the warmth that had been building in Viktor’s chest was doused like someone had poured a bucket of water on him, “I am not wearing doll clothes, Jayce.”

“It’ll just be for while we wash yours,” Jayce said quickly, holding his hands out in front of him apologetically, “Or for when you’re sleeping. Your work clothes can’t be that comfortable.”

Viktor’s lips curved into what could only be described as a pout as he hit Jayce with a sharp glare, “I will survive. And anyways if you are a man of your word, this should be fixed soon, yes?”

Jayce’s face fell, his mouth opening and closing again as his face flicked through emotions, “I want it to be over as much as you do. But you know how the arcane is…You know as well as I do that this could take longer than we want.”

The weight of Jayce’s words hung over Viktor like a guillotine blade, threatening to send him toppling into thoughts he’d much rather avoid. His shoulders almost sagged under the weight.

“Fine, Jayce,” Viktor sighed, his expression tight, “But don’t expect me to like it.”

“I don’t,” Jayce assured, face soft and apologetic in a way that made Viktor want to hiss, “It’s just for the time being, okay?”

Reluctantly, Viktor bowed his head, tilting it towards Jayce in barely concealed annoyance. To both his pleasure and dismay Jayce didn’t seem too upset; he knew him too well to be hurt by Viktor’s tendency to lash out. And they both knew that Viktor wasn’t actually mad at him, he was just the closest person around.

With raised brows Jayce offered his hand to Viktor, questioning but not forcing. And as much as Viktor wanted to seethe at Jayce, at the situation, at the world, he took the offer, slowly pulling himself into Jayce’s outstretched palm.

When he was secure, sitting in the center of Jayce’s warm hand, his fingers curled around Viktor, blocking out the light from the forge. In the moment, Viktor was thankful he had never been claustrophobic. Jayce’s fingers squeezed just a bit, never too tight, but enough for Viktor to not be jostled around. It almost felt nice in an odd way, like when he’d fall asleep as a kid and Rio would lay her head on his chest, an all-encompassing kind of safety he wasn’t sure he had ever felt.

It didn’t last too long though before he was gently placed in Jayce’s pocket again, his back pressed against the dull thud of Jayce’s heart. They’d joked earlier that Jayce should add some padding to his pockets if Viktor was going to be spending a lot of time there, but Viktor found that he didn’t mind it much how it was.

“Is this fine?” Jayce asked, pulling Viktor from his thoughts, as he talked his chest vibrated against Viktor’s back, “It’s not too far to the store I think. We can go to the lab after.”

Viktor felt himself flush red being surrounded by Jayce’s voice and he was exceedingly thankful that his partner couldn’t see him at the moment.

“Eh, yes that’s fine Jayce,” he replied, having to raise his voice to be heard as he patted a hand against Jayce’s chest.

Jayce laughed softly in response and Viktor felt it to his core like a heavy bass drum rattling his veins. It only took a few moments before Viktor felt the telltale thumps of Jayce’s steps.

Thankfully, Jayce was right, and the walk to the store wasn’t long. At the sound of a door chime and giggling children Viktor knew they had arrived. Part of him wanted to peek his head out, if only to see a part of Jayce’s childhood, but he refrained out of the fear of being seen. The last thing either of them wanted was to be caught, although he supposed the sight of the Man of Progress at a kid’s toy store alone would raise some questions anyways.

Through the fabric, Viktor picked up on muffled voices all around him and Jayce’s own speech rumbling against his body. He heard him ask about doll clothes, and he could almost picture the shocked expression of whoever Jayce was talking to. At some point when the conversation ended Viktor finally attempted to peek his head out. It was a struggle to pull himself up enough to get his head over, but he couldn’t let Jayce buy him something terrible.

However, Jayce seemed to catch on, and before he could peer out into the store, one massive finger pressed against his head, sending him back down. Viktor practically seethed in Jayce’s pocket, but before he could do anything else there was a firm pressure against his body from outside of the pocket- Jayce was resting his hand on him. Viktor assumed it was some sort of quiet apology- one he was extremely hesitant to accept.

After that Viktor sat still, slowly growing weary of being stuck in one space for so long without anything to do. The sounds of the outside world and the thud thud thud of Jayce’s footsteps dulled to a faint hum in the background of Viktor’s thoughts. So much so that is took Viktor by surprise when a careful finger prodded his back.

Viktor nearly jumped out of his skin at the touch, before realizing what Jayce wanted. In confirmation Viktor patted Jayce’s forefinger with his hand, and within seconds he was scooped up between giant fingers and brought back in the light of their lab.

“So sorry that took longer than expected,” Jayce said, exhaustion and frustration clear on his face, “The line was long and then the cashier wanted to talk about Hextech.”

Viktor rolled his eyes in exasperation as he was carefully placed down onto Jayce’s work desk along with a small red linen bag with bright blue drawstrings. Eagerly, Jayce opened up the bag and poured its contents out in front of Viktor who leaned over to observe them.

There were two new outfits, one looked more like pajamas with soft flowy grey fabric, and the other looked more like his own work clothes- although the stitching was not quite as precise.

“Sorry for not letting you see,” Jayce said sheepishly, hand running through his hair that was starting to fall out of place, “I didn’t want you to get noticed. They’d probably think I was trying to steal a doll.”

Viktor shot Jayce a sharp look earning an apologetic laugh from the giant man, “Wouldn’t want the Man of Progress getting caught stealing from children yes?”

Jayce blinked, eyes wide in shocked amusement before relaxing into something more familiar; he hadn’t been expecting Viktor to play along. Ever since being shrunk, more often than not Viktor had been quick to respond with venom rather than humor after all.

“That would look pretty bad,” Jayce laughed weakly in response as he leaned over to rip the tags off of the clothes. The small pieces of precisely designed fabric looked almost humorous in Jayce’s hands, “I hope these are fine. They were the best options; I thought you wouldn’t like the glittery ones.”

Viktor’s face scrunched up in disgust at the mention earning another laugh from Jayce, “No, I would not. These are fine, although the stitching leaves much to be desired.”

“Well I assume most people don’t look that close at them,” Jayce responded with a sly smile.

Viktor waved Jayce off dismissively as he picked up the softer looking shirt, the fabric was nice and silky if not a bit thin, but it would do. However when he held it up to his body he found a slight issue.

“This is going to be huge, Jayce,” Viktor said, brows furrowed as he looked down at how the shirt hung over his body, “I’ll look like a child.”

“If it helps, I’m the only one who’ll see you,” Jayce responded, expression sheepishly apologetic, “And I think the big shirt is the least of your problems right now.”

Viktor glared up at his partner who was staring down at him with an expression Viktor couldn’t quite name. It was soft but not pitying like Viktor was so used to, and he found that thinking any harder about it made him grow flustered. Although he reasoned that Jayce’s attention always tended to do that.

“I suppose,” Viktor sighed, carefully folding up the shirt and placing it back down on the desk, “I’d much rather wear my own clothes though.”

“I know,” Jayce replied soothingly, “It’s just for a little while though right? Just another reason for us to figure this out.”

Viktor nodded in response, his face falling a bit at the mention of how long it would take to fix this issue. As kind as Jayce was about it, it didn’t change the fact that Viktor hated being stuck so small. He hated the way everything felt unfamiliar and how little agency he had. But Jayce’s words did help-

“We can wash the clothes you’re wearing when we get back to my apartment,” Jayce said, delicate in his tone to not cause Viktor more distress, “Until then we work, yeah?”

With a soft sigh, Viktor nodded, allowing Jayce to pick him up and carry him over to the Hexcore. The rune combinations they had already tried stared down at him from where they were marked in chalk on the blackboard.

It was only when a soft thumb rubbed against his back that Viktor broke out of his thoughts- an odd comfort that was becoming more and more familiar.

“We’ll figure this out V. I promise.”

[gel-cubes]

Jayvik RP Request

ok this could be a long shot but im gonna try it out anyway!

i have critical brain worms.

im looking for folks into a jayvik rp

i am 25 so i would prefer 20+

i am in the EST timezone

i work fulltime but will try to get one reply done a day bare minimum. if we're both active i do enjoy knocking a few replies out at a time

my casual typing style might be a lil scary if you like lit style like me, i am happy to share samples of my writing to soothe your anxiety that i dont know how to use punctuation or how to capitalize letters lmao

would also prefer to rp over discord but we can figure somethin out if that doesnt work. if we do discord i can make a server for us

i do prefer to play Jayce, i can do Vik if needed but im much stronger playing Jayce

love ooc discussion!! i love to continually work on the plot and generate plans and ideas together on progressing forward. also fine with periods without much ooc discussion.

i only do lit style rp, 3 to 5 paragraphs on average. can be less depending on the scene but that tends to be the usual, though i am more often known to get carried away with my replies than to be short.

i do prefer smut not be the goal of an rp but i absolutely do enjoy it. love a slow burn tho for sure. this ties into the 20+ only tho.

PLEASE do not use AI to generate replies i beg

i would LOVE

anthro/furry jayvik (maybe basic but i would adore dog anthro Jayce and cat anthro Viktor pls pls pls pls)

abo (again basic but its a classic and im a sucker for tropes i enjoy)

literally not a plot but need to include i love trans jayvik. trans jayce, trans viktor, idc i love them.

contract marriage (love a fantasy setting for this, magic and dragons and potions hehe but im a sucker for the old "i have no control over my life, only who i may possibly marry, i promise to never love you" trope. again doesnt have to specifically be this, def could manifest in a diff way but contract marriages are so fun for a lil angst)

Dragon Age rp (blood mage Viktor? blood mage Jayce? champion of kirkwall Jayce? Templar Jayce? Inquisitor Jayce or Viktor? Warden Jayce and/or Viktor? Qunari Jayce. listen the possibilities are endless and i am so so open to ideas if you are into DA au but not these ideas)

Also would be into!!

now i am not typically a modern au fan... but a roommate au could be cute. just throwin it out there. maybe they adopt some cats

swinging back to the fantasy au... bc i am a fantasy slut... lotta room here to play. apothecary Viktor x knight Jayce? blacksmith Jayce. dragon slayer Jayce. could also do diff fantasy crossover aus. like im not super knowledgeable on lotr but if ur patient w me we could do that. i also love the Harper Hall Trilogy by Anne McCaffrey and the Books of Pellinor by Alison Croggon, aus based off those would be so fun.

skyrim au? anyone? elder scrolls in general?

post canon cottagecore. maybe they adopt some cats

Zaunite Viktor? like where he stays in Zaun. Zaunite Jayce? love those fics where they coparent the Zaun kids and specialize in making/repairing/maintaining prosthetics and assistive equipment and tools for the people of Zaun

howls moving castle au. Viktor as Howl. Jayce as Sophie. Blitzcrank as Turnip Head or Calcifer

vampires... vampire husbands... vampire x werewolf?

red dead au... cowboys au.... yknow i also just read that fanfic, The Hat Rule by lukewarmoatmeal. what a fucking masterpiece that is btw go read immediately. but yeah no horses, cowboys, i would like to stay away from brokeback mountain levels of angst if you please but yea

also i realise i made this focusing on jayvik but... if theres anyone wanting to rp hammerhound... my dms are open

im happy to do crossover aus of fandoms im less familiar with (some exceptions may apply, i'll let you know if its a fandom or plot idea im not comfy with). just make sure to lmk if i miss any details or get anything wrong, i will happily correct and keep in mind going forward. i do try to research on my own but it does help if you point me in the direction of what you would like me to focus on.

anyways feel free to pm if this is of any interest! i am very open to ideas as well so feel free to share your particular brainworms if you have any.

[vikcacao]

HIII VIK >:3

Back in ur ask box !!!! Yippee!! I have questions about your werewolf au this time !!

Can you explain their wolfish biology a bit? What makes them turn into werewolves? Do they turn when it’s a full moon? Do they follw lunar cycles? WHY DOES YUUJI TURN PINK?????

What does the general population think about werewolves? Like are they a secret, or are they known. Do people like them? ARE THERE OTHER MAGICAL CREATURES?????

Is there a dominant religion in your au? Or a religion that werewolves/the general population follow? If there is a religion(s), how do they express it? (Really curious about that cause do they have dances? Sing songs? Make art?)

AND YOU SAID WITCH MEGUMI!!!??!! YAYYYY How does the Megumi practice magic? Like what does he pull his magic from? Does he even use magic, or is he more of a making/brewing concoctions person? Your witch Megumi design is cool as fuck btw— like it’s so intricate omg

Also! When is your au set in? It looks like sorta maybe medieval—1800s period ish? (I do not know time period very well tbh)

THANK YOU!!! :3

HII MARI !!!!! hdsalbsdlkfsl werewolf time >:3

sorry if im out of it, I'm adjusting to summer still lmao

WEREWOLF BIOLOGY

Lycanthropy is the virus that infects a host and turns them into werewolves. The virus can infect any mammal, most commonly stray cats/dogs and game animals, so human hosts are actually rather rare. ((yes, wolves can get lycanthropy and when they're werewolves they just look wrong)) ((((yes, I know the "were" in werewolf means "man", I do not care lmao))))

the link between werewolf shifting and lunar cycles is a coincidence; wolves shift when the virus is in its reproductive stage and that cycle just so happens to be more or less monthly.

Wolfish biology is really odd lol, so sorry if my explanation doesn't make much sense yet. The lycanthropy virus is basically like a controlled cancer, super fast cell replication meaning those who are infected heal super quickly. The virus can replicate host cells with 99.99% accuracy, so even though the host can suffer from a lethal injury they won't die due to the virus repairing them.

Shifting happens when the virus is ready to infect others, so the viral tissue becomes dominant and no longer mimics the host DNA. This shift only happens for around 9 to 13 hours before the virus becomes infertile again and returns to mimicking the host.

PUBLIC OPINION

Werewolves are hated due to them being stupid dangerous. Werewolves are super hard to kill due to how fast the virus can repair itself and the host, the only thing that can kill the virus is silver ((and you need a lot of silver to fully kill a werewolf))

human host werewolves are rare and are a kinda taboo topic since if you kill the virus you kill the host. Human hosts werewolves are only really killed when they're shifted since most cannot stomach killing a human that actually looks human.

Though most human hosts agree to being executed since, ya'know, being a werewolf sucks ass.

The public does know about werewolves since they're super dangerous and highly infectious, but the danger of werewolves are taken more seriously in rural areas due to werewolves being more common out in the wild.

OH AND YUUJI TURNS PINK BECAUSE WEREWOLVES BLEACH !!!!! the one thing the virus can't really replicate is pigment, so with age/injury werewolves become paler and paler. Yuuji just so happens to turn pink since he has very dark red hair lol ((Yuuji is a redhead in this au, too))

OTHER CREATURES

uhhhhhhh I'm not sure yet honestly, maybe??? Familiars probably exist, and other animalistic creatures. If I can think of a good reason why a creature will exist, then it will.

the vibe of this au is like scientific fantasy. It is fantastical and mythological but there will be more or less scientific backings for everything. Werewolves are caused by a virus, magic is just freaky chemistry, etc etc.

RELIGION

I want there to be a religion, but I haven't put much thought into it yet. It's probably gonna be a version of Catholicism ((since im ex catholic and I really like the gothic religious aesthetic lol)). Werewolves are hated and witches are seen as saints blessed by god, at least in rural areas. More urban areas the religion has less influence, but this au takes place in a rural area to the religion is very prominent.

WITCH MEGUMI

Witches are glorified scientists lol, though they do have a biological advantage over non-witch magical practitioners. Both witches and non-witches can practice magic since, like I said before, magic is glorified chemistry. Spells need reactants and energy in order to make a product. Witches themselves are catalysts, meaning they lower the activation energy needed to make a reaction finish.

Witches do have an extra organ that is used to store reactants needed for reactions/spells, so they can seemingly cast spells out of thin air ((they don't, the reactants are stored inside of them)). The organ is like a magical gallbladder that's located beside the heart, meaning that witch lungs are smaller/symmetrical ((they have breathing problems due to their smaller lungs lol)).

Megumi himself research/practices light and dark magic. Light and dark magic DOES NOT mean good/evil magic, I mean literally Megumi studies light and shadow. He studies the sun and color and shit like that.

(im also glad you like his design lol)

TIME PERIOD

I want the time period to be early modern I think, like early 1900s maybe. I still gotta think about it, since I don't want them to have phones but I also want them to be fairly science focused.

So like industrial revolution maybe lol

please ask more questions lol !!!! there's so much stuff I have already and I love answering questions.

[vikthrowaway]

wait it took you a week to find this?

right, so, @k9poetry has found this account, judging by the fact he had a pretty public response to it (and then blocked me), but i yet to see anything done about the request i made to publicly refute any of my statements despite, you know, direct requests to do so. curious.

anyways, we have some improvements, some mildly entertaining but otherwise lackluster insults, and some more art theft! very mature responses across the board, but if you've read everything else you're probably not surprised. i'm not going to mince my words as much this time because this time i'm listing off every current actively abusive, hostile, or generally inappropriate behavior he is currently publicly displaying (that i can remember), and directing some things to him personally at the end.

because i know, despite how much you say over and over again that you're "done with us," you read everything. you will check this. you will read this through. maybe, if you have a shred of shame left, or possibly just stubbornness knowing you, you might take a little hiatus from looking at this. a few days, i wouldn't give it longer than a week or two. but you'll be back. i know you will. you always are, aren't you? when you said you were "done with us" but then unblocked us all so we could see your statuses, i wonder why? or how when we all went about our daily lives, never speaking to you or mentioning you... you started stealing art again, and stealing things from people's prns.ccs again. even after you never found this, so you from your end got no response, you just kept blocking and unblocking.... were you looking for something? well, you found it.

so let's get into it. a full backup of his current prns.cc is in the google drive, so you can't retcon any of these statements later, vik. they're on the internet forever now, unless of course you can manage to actually leave us alone for a full year. i'm still doubtful.

oh yeah i'm taking the gloves of anonymity off for this one, you know who i am, vik.

first of all let's get one done quickly here: whyyyy are you posting direct copies of mirages headmate playlists and also a playlist of your apparent fictive of haven publicly on your spotify?

just why, honestly. and don't try and claim that they're different at the end or after those songs i have the pages saved they are the EXACT same other than the actual kb having dinner by femtanyl on its, and that might be a new development. this is strange behavior and it makes you look weird. ok let's get into the new developments.

first off, guard dog is still spelled wrong here, so clearly you weren't reading my prns.cc or mirages well enough. please fix this. if you're going to steal my whole guard dog thing at least make an effort to do it properly.

okay, mature, mature, i see... i expect you to hold to that whole "this is all you're gonna get from me" thing since this is about the third time you've said that so far.

i'm glad we get an admittance to copying copiously and lying about the system travel (twice)! that's great! accountability is important, vik. i told you as much when you crawled back into my life pretending to be sorry because your friendgroup ditched you! remember that? remember what kankri told you? i think you should reread it. it was genuine advice, you know. you keep making the same mistakes, though, so i can't help but think you never bothered to listen. which is a shame, because he genuinely was trying to help you! i'm not. i just want you to leave me and the people i love the hell alone.

also, saying you don't need to copy others to feel good about yourself is... a little telling, considering you're still doing it!

wow, i wonder where you got that incredibly unique system name... it's almost as if your ex used to go by it, while you were still dating! remember how you used to call them "zen?" it was adorable, wasn't it? how unfortunate that you're still the same exact person as back then, huh?

still taking my guard dog thing.... i mean honestly whatever, though if anything you've ever done is a reflection of what kind of dog you are, i feel like the only guarding you would do is pissing on people's feet. unpleasant, but ineffective. like you clearly attempting to gain some kind of ground over us by doing all this! i wonder why? are you not satisfied enough with your life? that's not our problem. maybe you should talk to your therapist about that instead of publicly making a fool of yourself.

i mean at least you spelled it right this time. points for that? you don't get a gold star for metaphorically (dog analogy again! it's great honestly i should use it more often) pissing on the floor rather than on the table this time though, even if you had the decorum to go on the floor and not where i eat.

that's still haven's name. like, blatantly so. putting it at the bottom doesn't change the fact you shouldn't be using it.

that's still more of k9's art. changing the art you are stealing does not make it less art theft. also, on the bio comment.... you are aware how foolish you look, right? this doesn't make you look like a good person. you know that, right? you don't look like a good person when you do things like this. if you actually told the truth about the things that happened, i don't think many if any people would want to defend what you're doing here. you know that... right?

no, i suppose not. and i can't see you learning anything from this, either. you realize that you're nearly the same exact person you were when you told your exes to kill themselves a few years ago, right?

right, so, you're probably thinking to yourself, "wow this is so abusive of you. how could you say any of this to me? this proves that you are an abuser and are abusing and stalking me," and... dude. come on. be real.

the only reason that i keep all these screenshots, that i check in once in a while, that i pay any attention to you at all, is because you've got a nasty habit of being really really weird about your exes and ex friends. and you have a habit of lying about them and other things, too. like that tumblr, staticore? are we still pretending that's not you, even though it's absolutely you because you didn't even make new accounts, you just changed the username and said "well now i look like a whole brand new person! they'll never figure this one out" even though we very clearly can see that messages from your fazdrink account were oh-so-suspiciously now sent from staticore? cmon man.

you could, at any time, respond to this. reblog it, send me an inbox, create a somewhat eloquently (or at least hopefully eloquently) written rentry to tack as a link onto your prns.cc, since you know just as well as i do i'll be checking in to see if you're still stealing art (and, you know, stuff basically straight off my prns.cc, but whatever man that's mostly just weird. why did you do that? you know that reflects badly on you, right?) and give everyone, publicly, all the proof that you are truly the victim and in the wrong as you have claimed (because you claimed to me that you showed them all the proof, twice, remember? i have screenshots if you need a refresher), and as you likely will always claim, because you don't care about being the better person, you care about being in the spotlight. that's why you blocked and unblocked us a couple times. that's why you suddenly care about ultrakill, despite never caring about it before. you're not slick.

hell, you could even give your own personal statement, with no proof whatsoever, as you tend to do! i'll try and corroborate it with my own proof of things that i have said to you. i'm aware i've been mean to you before. i called you a coward and also a pussy i think. you were being a coward. i stand by that. i think i told you to shut the fuck up once, and i think that was honestly deserved too. shut up dude. leave us alone.

and again, because i'm sure you're still reading, because you can't help yourself: an ultimatum. one i already presented to you.

stop using your exes names. you can keep zenaida macroura because the meaning behind it makes you claiming it hilarious and it entertains me to no end. hell, keep using jade as your prns.cc profile picture, i'm over it. you know in your heart why you started calling yourself jade.

that being said, stop using people's actual names when you claim to have subsystems full of their headmates. especially asher and draxum. it's really weird that you are publicly using your exes actual names. fictives are whatever, just no very obviously identifiable names. like asher. or draxum. just source separate. the source wants nothing to do with you. it's really weird that they also only seem to be mentioned when you're talking about us or publicly where you're doing it so we can see. stop using bluescreen as their subsys name as well. you have been asked multiple times to stop.

for the love of god, stop calling me wsc. i've asked you like seven times now just publicly and another couple privately. call me jade. it's strange behavior, and it is obvious you are doing it on purpose. i guess this one is optional, but seriously, it just makes you look bad.

stop using haven's art. delete it from your phone, like you said you did. yes, even the one that you're currently using for your "REAL green dragon." that's still stolen art, vik. just stop. cold turkey. it's fucked up, you know it's fucked up, and yet you still do it. stop.

stop using our names in your "personal dni." we don't want to interact with you. keep our names out of your mouth, at least publicly. especially ghost because what did they even do to you dude you stole their graphics and then tried to convince them we were abusers and in the wrong. you've still yet to submit any statement, nearly half a year later, about claiming their graphics that they made as yours. stop mentioning us by name. you can keep venting about us being terrible abusers i don't care about that.

stop claiming that your introjects of people in mirage's system are from system travel. you know that's not true. we know that's not true, you are literally fooling nobody who has an iota of the full story. continuing to lie about this is dehumanizing and genuinely fucking awful of you. i reiterate the point about source separation again. you can't even keep consistent on who from their system you have, dude

that's it. tl;dr, stop using our names, stop talking about us by name, stop stealing art and graphics, source separate your introjects (see: stop using our names), and stop claiming it's system travel.

that feels pretty easy. actually, i'd say most people don't do any of those things... except for you.

so maybe take that employment that you have, and shove it up your ass use your time more wisely.

get a life that doesn't involve stealing from and ritually unblocking and re-blocking your exes for attention.

if you can do all of this, for the next year (and i do have a timer), i will take all of this down and delete it. i will delete everything, other than perhaps a folder on my computer to hold all these screenshots, just in case you start this all over when the year is up.

every time you do something else that clearly breaches past "general normalcy" into "this would get you bullied off a platform if you had any iota of a public figure," though, the timer resets. that includes very obviously taking names, other than the ones you've been told you can keep.

and no i don't care about what you say about that other mf. ruin is a freak (insult) and while i don't endorse your behavior there either because it's not good for your overall mental health and stability i also don't care enough to stop you, because i hate ruin, a lot, because while you are a miserable whelp who bites peoples ankles for attention, ruin is an honest to god danger to society, and therefore i do not care about what strange behavior you exhibit in that respite. go bother the actual dangerous individual if you like yelling at your abusers about how much you are the victim and how everyone agrees with you, because we don't want to hear it.

i reiterate, get a life. anything you do directed towards us specifically from now on will also be posted here or to the google drive. anything. i will consider all of it a direct response to the accusations i have publicly provided against you. i will not respond to any of them other than right here, publicly, where you have, once again, every right to defend yourself. but i get the feeling you won't, because you know that your argument falls apart as soon as your puppet-abusers can actually rebut against your statements.

sleep well, vik.

[timemind]

[ PROFILE OF ELLIOT RYKER ]

thank you @pinkyjulien for tagging me! i'm writing this like its a Net form Leo fills out cause that's fun

» NAME: Elliot Ryker

» NICKNAME: Leo ����

» GENDER: I'm just a guy. But if i gotta be specific, i'm a transgender man, he/him

» ORIENTATION: please 🥺

» NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Born n raised in Night City baybeee

» HEIGHT: 5'2"

» STAR SIGN: Aries (western), Rooster (chinese) (thx Misty)

— — — —

» FAVE FRUIT: I don't think I've ever had a real fruit, but i dig pears

» FAVE SEASON: i like autumn but lemme tell you I HATE summer i hate sweating by just exiting my fuckin house! I hope the sun explodes

» FAVE FLOWER: idk yellow?

» FAVE SCENT: The sea. so, salty water i guess, I wouldn't use it as a perfume now that i think about it. 🤔

— — — —

» COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: I don't drink hot drinks at all cause i'm a weirdo, so iced tea for me. oh and i drink at least one energy drink a day. Preferably watermelon flavored

» AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Probably too little. I usually go to sleep at 3AM cause I get caught up in stuff and then have to wake up early bc my neighbor's alarm is SO loud. Northside amirite?

» DOG OR CAT PERSON: Can't choose, but I know I like em hairless. they feel funny when I pet them.

» DREAM TRIP: I kinda wanna go to Northern Europe. I wanna see what they're doing over there! also it's not as hot.

» NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: One weighted blanket I wish was like 50 kilos but isn't.

» RANDOM FACT: I wrote my will when I was 16 💀 I didn't have much confidence that i'd make it past 30 but its getting dangerously close now. that's good I think. Which reminds me i gotta update it, i wanna give Vik my teeth

[ao3feed-arcane]

Madly extravagantly absurdly

by Mistress_of_Vos “I have always been a blacksmith,” Jayce kisses her, needy and desperate, “I’m the humble blacksmith you saved, Vik.” “Foolish, silly man,” Viktoria cries again, “who falls in love with a witch?” “A child obsessed with magic, probably.” The anomaly, kind on its cruelty, spits them out together.   And it's so easy to fall in the role of Jayce’s wife. Words: 14800, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of I bet on losing dogs Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Viktoria (League of Legends), Background & Cameo Characters Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Dmitri/Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce/Viktoria, Dmitri/Viktoria, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Female Viktor (League of Legends), genderbent, Rule 63, Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, jayvik at the cottage, Implied Sexual Content, Chronic Illness, Disabled Character, Ableism, Period-Typical Sexism, Politics, Power Imbalance, Trauma, Aftermath, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Body Image, Love, Domestic, Mentions of War, Class Diference, Motherhood, the holy the romantic the mundane, Magic, Sad with a Happy Ending, I Don't Even Know, English Is Not The Author's First Language, No Beta read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rjYc194

[lightenthechillout-blog]

Sketchbook 1

Discussion 1

Hello, my name is Chyara and a little fun fact about me is that I'm originally from Argentina. I moved to the US when I was about a year old and grew up here ever since. I speak fluent Spanish and am still attached to a majority of the culture, including mate and tango.

Ironing Woman, 2008 by Vik Muniz pays homage to Pablo Picasso's The Ironing Woman, 1904.

The work is part of Muniz's 2008 Pictures of Garbage collection, of which were created in collaboration with the garbage pickers of Jardim Gramacho, an open air landfill outside of Rio, one of the largest in South America. 

Muniz is known to integrate uncommon mediums in his works, including Bosco syrup and PB&J. In this collection and work, Muniz uses various recycled materials acquired by the garbage pickers, including bottle caps, plastic wrap, plastic containers.

The woman posing for Ironing Woman is Isis Rodriguez Garros, a laborer Muniz met while stationed at the landfill. 

Although the piece was being auctioned at around 80K euros in 2013, research shows that is was sold at around 5-6 thousand euros in 2023. 

When I first saw the work, I was immediately drawn to her hunched shoulders, doubling over what seemed like a door, signifying what I thought was a state of frustration or confinement. After researching not only the piece, but the collection  and intention it originates from, I've grown a new appreciation for the piece from how close yet far my interpretation was. The homage to Picasso's The Ironing Woman, which also addresses the plight and suffering of the lower class, captures the state of contemporary laborers using the very materials they scavenged. The trash Muniz used not only is a use of his artistic expression, but enhances the consequence of human action on the world, and the living conditions and state of the laborers.

2. ART AND WRITING

Although not the center piece, the Argentine flag hung on the wall over my bed is the art piece for the assignment. It's made of double-woven polyester fibers and is hung up using some peel and stick tape. It is the only piece that is hanging in my room; the minimalistic nature allows it to stand out in my room, a symbolic choice to express the importance the flag and its culture signify to me. I love my flag; it is a daily reminder of the culture I grew up in despite the distance and I find a lot of pride in that.

3. WRITING A SELF-PORTRAIT

How old are you? - I am 22 years old.

What is the gender you primarily align with? - I identify as a woman and use she/her pronouns.

Where are you from? - I was born in Argentina but was raised in the United States.

What is your ethnicity? - I am a white hispanic.

What do you do for fun? - Usually I like to go to the beach with friends, and other times I like to take my dog for long walks.

Are you a member of any organized group? - I am not a member of any organized group.

Where do you work? - I work as a waitress at an Italian restaurant called San Marco Ristorante.

What makes you uniquely you? - I want to think that the situation in which I was brought up in gave me a unique perspective on the world around me.

4. SELF PORTRAIT

[clericofshadows]

tags!!! thank you <3 so now I gotta chat under the cut

I had an old, old WIP of a write up of the mission but could never get it to work the way I wanted, so it turned into porn with feelings and masshenko lore™. definitely one of the things I miss the most from ME1, all the biotic talk and lore about their role in society.

maybe one day I will revisit that WIP, just so I can write Regis's dialogue for the talk with Burns...

I love my communication :) they will talk things out! they will set ground rules and check in!

I can see Vik teaching Regis how to use biotics to massage in college for reasons and then he just never gets a chance to try them out on Kaidan and keeps forgetting about it or not finding a perfect chance. he is cute when he's embarrassed, I love him.

ah the ring and the dog tags... Regis is someone who always wants a perfect moment.

this fic was also an excuse to finally bridge my ME1 stuff with my masshenko canon. so they had to be thinking about zaeed and what was. I need to write more fics with them chatting in between missions or something. or finish up a personal mod for the terminal with emails from zaeed :).

zaeed not smoking mostly stems from this convo:

"You smoke, Shepard? Don't. That stuff'll kill you." "Knew a kid once, weapons dealer. Probably half your age." "Bastard smoked too close to a cache of explosives. Tossed a butt, blew himself sky high. "

so it's mostly a funny bit. I do find the idea of zaeed smoking super hot, but also... it's a subversion of the typical brooding badass merc thing. after being in the business, I'd imagine he's seen a lot of addicts, worse than red sand. and then these alliance soldiers come in smoking it as biotics no less like its no big deal. and that's one of many reasons why he's so damn intrigued by them.

the alenko family grounds is a haven for regis. best of earth in his opinion. one day he'll be under that tree again...

and yes, Zaeed is the one who wins out with Ash in the end :)

relaxation

Description: ME1 ERA - After a rough mission, Regis helps Kaidan relax.

Pairing: Regis Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, past Regis Shepard/Kaidan Alenko/Zaeed Massani

Rating: E (Tags: Rimming, Anal Plug, Anal Sex)

As Regis settled down under the sheets, about the curl up next to Kaidan, he realized that he felt tense around him, almost as if he was ready to flee.  With a quiet huff, he flicked open his omnitool and turned on the lights to a low dim in the cabin, trying not to grin while Kaidan let out a low groan. 

“Seriously, Regis,” he murmured, rolling onto his back. “What's wrong?”

“I should be asking you that,” he replied, sitting up, throwing the sheets off. “You've been off all evening.”

“Nothing escapes your notice,” Kaidan said quietly, a hint of bitterness leeching in.

“I could say the same thing about you,” Regis said with a pointed look. “You get on my case for not talking about shit, so let's have it.”

Kaidan sat up next to him, rubbing at his eyes. “The last mission we went on. It's got me… I don't know.  I don't like facing our own, even less knowing what our implants could do to us.”

They knew the delicacy of the mission walking in.  A chairman held hostage by biotic terrorists for refusing reparations for L2 biotics after all the mishandling. 

Regis couldn't quite bring himself to feel sorry for Burns, if only because a lot of shit could've been avoided if he actually listened to their plight.  Took two L2s who were “well adjusted” to get it in his head that maybe L2s did deserve something for what humanity did in their race to meet the rest of the galaxy head on. 

The lucky ones ended up in the Alliance, ensuring a paycheck and decent healthcare because the Alliance takes care of their most favored assets. 

Regis knew it was hard for some older biotics to even get a normal job.  Everyone knows the gens. 

L1s that can barely create a spark.  L2s that can blow up the world, risking blowing up themselves in the process. 

The L3s were just right.  A balance of normalcy and alien power, almost enough to them to live a normal life if they pleased. 

Yeah, he wasn't exactly surprised to see Kaidan thinking about what happened today. 

“I don't like it either,” he admitted. “I know we tried to subdue as many as possible. We did what we could.”

Kaidan let out what sounded like a snort.  “I wonder how much we'll get out of it.”

If it manages to get through even after this… Regis wasn't a fan of the implications of Burns acquiescing to the terrorists’ demands, potentially painting biotics in an even worse light despite being saved by Alliance biotics. 

And what are the chances that will be left out of the reports?

“Probably going to exclude Alliance L2s somehow,” Regis bitterly replied, watching as a small, wry smile formed on Kaidan’s face. “See, you are a cynic!”

“Only with you,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “I never expected to have to deal with our issues on this mission, that's all.”

Regis hummed. “Alliance is taking advantage of my position. I can't exactly fault them for that. I'd do the same.”

“I know.” He let out a sigh. “I'm not sure what has gotten me all out of shape. Mind’s going a thousand miles a minute.”

Kaidan could easily get lost in his head.  So could Regis, to be fair, but he tended to dwell more on what could've been far more than Regis ever cared to. 

Perhaps he saw them in those biotics’ places. If he didn't have a support system, a family, a lover, who was there nearly every step of the way, that could’ve been his fate.

Regis wasn't going to press him on it.  He's the addict out of the two of them, his red sand Astra cigarettes waiting to be smoked, sitting on their bedside table. 

Even with Kaidan, even with his asari matriach uncle, Vikram, he's never been able to shake that habit after all the red sand exposure he obtained at BAaT.

And Vikram was the one that introduced the Astras to him in the first place. All so his mother wouldn't get blowback from her son being a red sand addict... if it were to come out how bad BAaT was for some.

“We were lucky.”

“That we were. If you could even call it that.”

“I think we've earned it. You, most of all, have, that's for damn sure.”

Kaidan frowned. Regis hit a nerve. 

Sue him for wanting Kaidan to get the rest he deserves after the bullshit with Vyrnnus. 

But, to his surprise, he didn't protest. Must really be a bad night. 

He decided to take the conversation in a different direction, moving closer and cupping his face. “Do you need me to take care of you tonight?”

Kaidan closed his eyes, leaning into his touch.  His voice shuddered, nearly breathy. “Yeah, yeah that's what I need.” 

It’s been more than a few days since they’ve gone further than kissing and cuddling and teasing touches in the shower.   Perhaps this was something they both needed.

Regis nodded, moving in to kiss him softly, slowly on the lips.  Tenderness, gentleness, something easy and comforting.  The heat could come later. 

Kaidan let him take the lead, moving to sit in his lap and be pushed up against their pillows, breathing in each other's love and scent. 

“I have an idea,” Regis said, against his lips, stopping to kiss at his neck, a sensitive spot underneath his ear that made him shudder. 

“Yeah?” Kaidan said, voice strained. “What do you got for me?”

“Vik taught me how to use my biotics for deep massages. There's a bottle of oil in the bathroom,” he started, motioning over to their private suite. 

“And you're telling me you can do this now?” Kaidan let out a laugh, almost sounding offended if it weren't for the loving look he gave him. “Holding out on me.”

“To be fair I've only practiced on myself and them. It's not an easy practice.  Hell, you'll be far better at it than me with all that sexy control you've got going on,” Regis said, feeling a little embarrassed in the moment. “It's not like I wanted to keep it from you. I just… forgot.”

“We've had a lot of shit happen these past couple of months. I think I can give you a little grace.” Kaidan climbed off his lap, brushing a hand against Regis's covered cock. “I'll be waiting,” he purred, stretching himself on the bed.

Regis bit back a groan.  Before he got up, an idea came to mind. “Would you like something else?”

“Something else?” He raised an eyebrow.

Regis’s gaze went to his boxers. “Do you want more than a massage out of this?  I could… plug you up.  Get you all prepped and ready for me.” He felt his cheeks warm up at his own words, always a little flustered by his own talk, his purring, raspy words and promises.  

Kaidan let out a little moan at the suggestion. “I should let you take charge more often, love.”

Regis moved in to kiss him once more before getting up. “I like our arrangement just fine.”

“I never get tired of pulling those sounds out of you.  But… it's nice on the other side, on occasion.” Kaidan rolled over to lie on his stomach, slipping off his boxers.  Regis licked his lips at the sight, turning around before his plans changed.  

He entered the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of massage oil, mostly saved for tight muscles after hard missions.  He reached under the cabinet and grabbed their small box of toys.  Something utterly unnecessary for this mission, but he couldn't help but want to have some on hand. 

At the time, he was just supposed to be an XO, and he and Kaidan couldn't be out and open. 

How things have changed…

The lube was kept in their nightstand, so he grabbed a couple of towels before closing the door to the suite behind him, supplies in hand.

“I'm going to lay some towels down,” Regis said, putting them on his side of the bed and prompting Kaidan to lie on top of them after setting down the rest of his supplies.

“Worried I'll make a mess?” He teased, resting his head on his arms. 

“If you want to help me change the sheets afterwards, all you have to do is tell me,” Regis chuckled.  He reached out for the lube sitting on the nightstand, and opened the drawer to grab a condom. “Safe word?”

“Talons,” Kaidan said, dutifully. “If I can't speak, I'll tap you three times. And yours?”

Regis closed his eyes briefly before opening them.  “Space.  I’ll tap three times if I can’t speak.  I’ll use our traffic light system through this.  This can… get intense.”

Every time they try and go through the motions.  They may not always do it, but on quiet, restless nights like these, they are needed more than ever.  They know what they want and need, they know the things that are hard stops… but checking in is how they show their love.

“If it's anything like the times you suspend me with your biotics, I look forward to it.”

“I know you do.”  Regis ghosted his fingertips against the nape of his neck where he knew his amp port laid underneath the skin, feeling him shiver underneath his touch.  “Thinking of a moment in particular?”

“The one time you fucked me while Massani watched,” Kaidan said with a pleased hum.  “Keeping my arms above me with a modified stasis.  Using my own damn corona against me.  Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking of.”

He kissed at a spot between his shoulder blades.  That was a good time.  An ill-advised shore leave on Omega that turned into more for a brief moment.  

They should call him, see how he’s doing.  Been a few days since they’ve heard from him.  

It’s been fun keeping Zaeed up to date on their missions on the SR-1, but it was also a reminder of what could’ve been.

A regret Regis still has today.  They should’ve been honest, they should’ve tried to make them work beyond Omega and vorcha mafia bullshit and bottles of expensive, disgusting whiskey.

“Maybe when this mission is over… we could invite him over for some drinks,” Regis said, kissing down his back, slowly making his way down.

“Just drinks?” He could hear the amusement from a mile away.

“You and I both know it’s never just drinks with us.”  Regis reached for the small box.  “Dealer’s choice?  Or do you have a preference tonight?”

“Medium size.  I’m not you,” He laughed.  It’s true.  While they both enjoyed being fucked and full–Regis more than him–he wasn’t as much of a fan of larger toys.  

“Of course.” Regis glanced at the plugs.  There was the medium that was short and would barely brush against his prostate, or the longer medium that could keep teasing him.  Looking between them, he grabbed the requested medium plug–the shorter one–and put the box back on the table.  “Relax for me, love.”  Regis kept the lube in easy reach, but decided to surprise Kaidan.  He dragged his fingers down the cleft of his ass, ghosting over his hole before leaning in and claiming it with his mouth, spreading his cheeks apart with his hands. 

“Fuck!” Kaidan yelled as Regis stuck his tongue inside, getting his hole nice and wet.  He chuckled from his position, temporarily letting up to press a kiss just above his hole.

“Too much?”

“Hell no, keep going,” Kaidan said, his voice strained.

Regis continued to circle the rim with his tongue, taking his time to eat him out and get part of him to relax.  Feeling the tension underneath his grip on his hips, he almost wanted to make him come already before giving him his promised massage.

But not yet.

Regis was an impatient bastard most of the time, but when it came to pleasuring Kaidan?

He could take all the time he needs.  

When Kaidan let out a higher pitched whine, Regis pulled away and reached for the lube.  “Still green?”

“Will be even greener if you plug me up already,” he said with a huff, always a little mouthy in this position.

Regis obliged, coating a finger with lube and easing it in, joining in with a second soon enough, already pliant and loose after his earlier ministrations.  Kaidan started to push back against his fingers as he stretched him, impatient and ready for more.  To be expected, of course.  Regis joined in with a third, angling them just right until he teased his prostate, waiting to hear him moan beautifully and without restraint.  

By the time he started groaning his name, Regis felt he was ready, and pulled his fingers out.  Kaidan whined briefly.   He shushed him, taking a second to coat the plug with lube and pushed it inside, watching his hole greedily close around it.  “Someone was needy,” Regis said, echoing the words Kaidan usually says about him.

Kaidan let out a pleased sigh.  “I know where you’re going with that.”

“Do you?” Regis grinned despite knowing he wasn’t looking at him.  Wiping his hands on the towel, he reached for the oil.  “How’s it feeling?”

Kaidan wiggled his ass.  “You’re a bastard for not grabbing the longer one.”

“You weren’t specific.  You only said medium.”

“I feel like you’re punishing me,” Kaidan huffed out a laugh.  “This side of you should come out more often.”

“Don’t talk to me when you’re feeling off and we’ll see where it goes.”

“Hah.  Love you,” Kaidan said, twisting around to look back at him.  

“I love you too.  Ready for the main event?”

“Do I need to keep a handle on my biotics?  Don’t want Adams getting smug on us again.”

Adams putting up that board in engineering was one of the funniest and also frustrating things ever.  Always thinking about how they might flare and throw off the sensors or throw false positive errors on the eezo core.  

Regis knew the board was at two weeks now without a false positive error caused by their biotics.  He’d like to keep the streak going.

“You’ll react to my corona and mechanisms, that’s for sure, but we had a good fight today.  Unless you really let loose,” Regis said, reaching for the bottle.  Kaidan settled back on his stomach, humming and content with his answer.

Regis knew he wasn’t bothered about the board either,

He poured some of the oil on his hands, rubbing them together before starting at his shoulders, working the muscle with just his hands at first.  The oil was a warming one, a pleasant feeling scenting of vanilla.  Kaidan let out a groan as he targeted a wound up spot.  “I’m about to go in with my biotics.”

“Go for it,” he groaned.  “Fuck, that feels good.  Didn’t realize I was that wound up already.”

Regis wanted to say he was always tightly wound, but he refrained for now.  “It's been stressful lately.”

Kaidan hummed, letting out another sharp gasp as Regis attacked another knot.  He stilled his motions for a moment, cupping his hand slightly before pushing dark energy through, imagining the anatomy underneath his skin and twisting the energy into his desired target.  At that, Kaidan’s corona lit up in a bright blue, reacting to Regis’s purple biotics, twisting together in wisps of fantastical color.  Regis continued to massage, now feeling the spot loose and more pliant than before, sinking dark energy into the skin.

All Kaidan did was moan, grasping the sheets tightly, his biotics framing his body. “Gah… You're teaching me how to do that.  Wow.”

“Feels good, right?” 

“Damn good.  Ugh, I'm going to be useless tomorrow,” he groaned. 

Regis leaned in to kiss him on the nape of his neck. “I can take you off the roster for a bit.  Call it a short leave after our mission yesterday.”

“I may take you up on that…” he laughed. “Keep going.”

For a moment, Regis almost asked for a please to go along with that command.  But he decided against it, enjoying his lover's reaction to his new talent.  He continued on, first using the oil and his hands, and then following up with his biotics, removing all the tension and tightness down his back. 

By the time Regis had made his way all down his back, Kaidan had started to lazily thrust up against the sheets, chasing his release.  Regis grabbed his hips, manhandling him to get on his hands and knees. “I won't fuck you if you keep that up.”

His cock was hard, leaking pre-come and left a visible wet spot on the towels. Kaidan wiggled his ass, his hands tightly grabbing the sheets.  He was covered in sweat and oil, smelling of vanilla and sex. His eyes were blown with lust and biotics, a mix of brown, blue, and black. “Regis, please. Let me come,” he pleaded. “Take this damn plug out and fuck me!”

Regis took off his briefs, taking his own cock in hand and bringing it to full hardness, stroking it fast and rough. He brushed a hand against the plug in his ass, tugging on it without pulling it out, drawing out more moans from Kaidan, enjoying how vocal he was tonight. 

With one last tease, he pulled it out and replaced it with three lubed fingers, giving him no time to cry out at the lack of being filled. He thrusted a few times, ensuring he was stretched enough for him. 

Regis loved getting fucked by Kaidan because his cock was long and curved in the most delicious of ways, able to angle and hit his prostate without any tricks.  Regis’s was shorter, but thicker.  And while Kaidan didn't enjoy larger toys, he loved the rare occasions he would get fucked by him, preferring the stretch and burn of a thick cock instead of a cold toy. 

Regis rolled on a condom and brushed his fingers against his back one last time, before grabbing onto his hips and sinking into his stretched hole with a moan.  Kaidan groaned his name, long and drawn out, throwing his head back and pulling at the sheets as Regis sank into him from behind. 

It’s been too damn long since he's done this.  He won't last long, feeling his tight, warm heat around him.

He gave him a moment to adjust, knowing it's been a long white since Kaidan’s been fucked beyond a little fingering.  A part of him regretted their position, wanting to see his face as he took him apart.

Next time, perhaps.  

With one uttered word from Kaidan, breathless and full of want, Regis began to fuck him in earnest.  “Green,” he moaned, pushing back and trying to force Regis to move. 

Green, Regis thought, as he took him apart, fucking him long and slow, keeping in mind the purpose of the night.  Relaxation.  Releasing tension.  Feeling good. 

It wouldn't take much more.  Legs shaking, voices growing in desperation.  “Please,” Kaidan moaned, knuckles white and straining in his grip. 

Regis snapped his hips harder, burying himself as deep as he could, reaching out for Kaidan's dick, starting to stroke it in time with his thrusts. 

Kaidan cried out, wisps of blue surrounding him before winking out as he gasped his name, spilling all over his hand.  The rush of his biotics reached Regis, a stinging lash of sensation, and he spilled inside of the condom, groaning incoherently as his hips shuddered and stopped, chasing that last hit of pleasure until it was too much. 

He stayed inside him briefly, leaning in to kiss him at the nape of his neck, tasting the sweaty, salty skin and inhaling the scent of the vanilla oil mixed with sex, intoxicating and addicting. 

When Kaidan let out a whine, Regis took that as time to pull out, knowing he was likely just as overstimulated as him. Tugging off the condom, he wrapped it up and tossed it in the nearby bin. 

His hand was still covered in Kaidan's come, so he got his attention by calling his name.  Stretching himself out on the bed, with half-lidded eyes, Kaidan watched as Regis licked up his mess, getting his hand clean. 

Kaidan licked his lips and let out a sigh, catching his breath. “Thanks.” He reached out for one of the towels and started to wipe off his sweaty, oil-slick skin. 

“Don't thank me, love,” Regis said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

Kaidan pulled him in closer, taking the lead this time, exploring his mouth and pushing back. Regis took it all in, letting Kaidan take whatever he wanted. 

“I will thank you any way I want,” he murmured against his lips, their scars brushing up against each other. “For being what I need and more.”

It would be easy to take off his dog tags, take off his father's ring, and propose to him right then and there. 

But he didn't, only brushing his hand against them and reminding him that they were there, against his chest. 

Regis reached out to grab his water bottle, taking a sip and offering Kaidan some, who took it with a smile and chugged some down. His gaze turned to his pack of Astra's, his fingers itching to take one out and smoke. 

Not on the ship. 

Kaidan followed his gaze, twitching his fingers and biotically pulling the pack to them. “You and I both know that half of engineering smokes down there.”

Regis closed his eyes. “Why are you okay with this?”

“Why don't I refuse to share it with you every time I light it for you?”

Touche. 

Kaidan pulled one out and offered it to him. “You haven't smoked one in weeks.  I know it's gotten you antsy.”

Regis accepted it, and although they had a ritual, he instead used his omnitool to generate a flame, knowing the lighter Kaidan carried for him was out of reach.  Now lit, he took a long pull, breathing in the smoke and feeling his biotics react hungrily to the red sand within. “Been a long time since I've taken a drag after sex.”

“Not since… damn, it's been longer than before our commission on this ship.”

He knew when the last time was. 

It all goes back to Zaeed.

Kaidan plucked the Astra from his fingers and took a small drag of his own, breathing out a perfect ring of smoke.  His biotics also came to life, a blue corona that glowed dimly in comparison to how bright they normally were out in the field. “Not since… shore leave.” He said with a wink before handing the cigarette back to him.

Only one shore leave he could be talking about.  Regis already came to the same conclusion. “Feel bad about saying another man’s name after I made you come?”

“Of course not,” he snorted. “I knew you were thinking about Zaeed. Clear as day.”

One rough night after nearly getting themselves killed dealing with Zaeed’s target, Regis lit up an Astra, thinking nothing of it.  He figured the merc was familiar with the drug and being in the business and didn't give a shit.  

He should’ve known better.  He damn near slapped the red sand laced cigarette out of his hand, asking if he was crazy for doing that shit as a biotic.

Regis, surprised, merely said that he was aware of the risks and limited himself to one at a time.  Barely enough to feel withdrawal after a long time without it, but there were times he would feel antsy without it.

Should be the sign to get him to quit, but he’s not going to anytime soon.

Zaeed didn’t appear happy about it, but when Kaidan mentioned that Regis never smoked alone, he seemed to get the implication and left it alone.

He never saw the merc light up anything.  Maybe he wasn’t a smoker.  Regis felt there had to be a reason, but there wasn’t a time to ask.

“I wanted him.  Still do.” Regis blew out smoke, but it started to feel sour, thinking about what could've been. He snuffed it out, using the side of the bed to do so, and tossed the butt on the bedside table to be dealt with later. 

“Me too. Maybe we can figure something out over those drinks.”

“After the mission.”

“After the mission,” he echoed, and swung his legs over to the edge of the bed. “I'm going to wash up since I feel gross and sticky.”

“I like you gross and sticky.”

Kaidan pulled a face but leaned in to kiss him on the forehead anyway. “You're terrible.”

“You love it anyway.”

“Yeah, I sure do.”

Regis followed him to their suite, barely large enough for one person, much less two grown men, but they made it work.  Kaidan toyed with the ring on Regis's dogtags as they washed up, knowing what it will mean to them one day.

He was waiting to be back on Kaidan’s family’s property, under that tree a motorcycle ride away.  Maybe he can invite some of the crew.  The ground crew especially, he’d love to host Tali and Wrex alongside Ash.

Maybe Ash can be his best woman, if Kaidan doesn't beat him to it...

And also ensure Zaeed was there with them.

If things go well, however… that ring could go to more than one man in the end…

[realmofimagines]

Brains Over Brawn || Viktor - Arcane || Part One ||

Summary: The 10 times Viktor Needed Her and the 1 Time he Left. OR. Strong Idiot Gf with anger issues is Vik’s protector.

Pairing: F!Reader x Viktor

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: None!

A/N: Reader is called ‘ember’ as its a nickname given to you by Viktor. This is written in third POV! :)

Admin: Court <3

PART ONE of TEN

Some say that kindred spirits often find one another no matter the circumstances, that soulmates travel across entire timelines and realities to be with their people. Ember and Viktor were an unlikely duo, that became apparent from the moment the two met. Despite this, he needed her just as much as she needed him.

She had met him, being the ever curious child she was, and immediately befriended him. Although in this beginning budding phase of this friendship it was one entirely sided. The boy, scarred and permanently relying on his cane for support, had been initially weary of the girl’s approach and how brazen she was, with little to no filter.

Even at such a young age he could tell she wasn’t the most intelligent, at least in comparison to him anyway. Not that he thought of himself as anymore superior to any of his fellow neighbourhood child ‘acquaintances’. She stumbled over words, spoke so fast that she ended up out of breath and was left panting like a pet that just ran several blocks.

Not to mention she had little to no understanding of boundaries, but how could she at this young age.

Viktor was apprehensive at first, yes. Thinking that maybe she was like the others and came to poke fun at him for his disability, for his illness, for his gifted mind. That was it, wasn’t it? Physical appearance was superficial down in the Undercity. But kids could sense when someone thought different to the others and would use that to justify the bullying.

But not her.

Perhaps she was too stupid for her own good — which was highly likely, she wasn’t bright by any means. It only took him a week to realise that when she stopped by every day it was because she wasn’t there to harass or bully, she was there because she enjoyed his company.

Neither of the two could remember her name prior, she was a street rat afterall, slumming around The Lanes with several different groups of other kids to make it by. As far as he had been aware she was a popular pick to do menial tasks for people, given her height and absolute unexplained strength.

Most people were hard done by growing up in the Undercity, but she seemed to make do perfectly fine and with ever the unbroken optimism.

She was almost too different to fit in, but her anger issues were unparalleled when she was angry and thus Viktor appropriately started calling her Ember. The fire inside of her was one that burnt bright with passion and curiosity alongside an undeterred anger that had people steer clear from her.

Despite the unbridled rage that was bestowed onto her from such an abhorrent upbringing, the only thing that truly got her angry was the way the kids picked on Viktor.

The memory ingrained in both their memories as the day that solidified their friendship between them. It was a typical day, really — well ever since she had quite literally pried herself into Viktor’s life which had been seven days post their first interaction.

He had only now started accepting that the daft girl was being friendly and wanted to play with him. She had a look of wonder on her face with every invention he brought along with him, not daring to touch it after she accidentally broke one the ones he brought along with him earlier in the week.

She had been chewing the boy’s ear off, talking about how when she leaves ‘this place’ she was going to explore the world. In her own naive way, she wanted to be a treasure hunter, it was a starkly simple career path but Viktor believed her when she said that’s all she wanted out of life. In the short time he knew her, she was a girl of her word, like a dog that was loyal to their owner almost.

It was quiet all of a sudden, like the noise that Ember created by non-stop talking vanished which caused Viktor to look up and see that she had run over to a group of other kids. He had recognised them, they weren’t really in his business all that much but Ember gushed enough about the girl with pink hair that indicated she might have had a slight crush.

They were the only other group of similar aged kids that she seemed to be friendly with, all the others not wanting to stray too close to her for her brazenly confident attitude and temper of hers.

The moment she had ducked away to the trio of kids, was enough time for the others to approach Viktor with looks of ridicule and scrutiny. He had wondered why the week had passed without so much as a stone thrown in his direction or a passing sneer. Because she was hanging around him, and that alone was enough to scare away the youth.

Well she was nowhere to be seen and that meant it was time to strike while they had the chance, berating the poor boy for his ‘friend’ who was not only a menace, but someone who had no right to rule The Lanes like she did. Some of the twisted threats egged him on, knowing he was vulnerable and his ‘guard dog’ was nowhere to be seen.

The kids rough housed him, kicking his cane away, shoving him into the ground and ruffling the collar of his shirt. This was as far as they had gotten before —in the blink of an eye it seemed — Ember all but sprinted over, stopping mid conversation with the girl she had a hopeless crush on to launch herself and tackle the ring leader of this opportunity attack.

She was taller than most girls her age which she always used to her advantage, the boy who had Viktor by the collar had been firmly planted into the ground and straddled by the fiery girl, she didn’t pull her punches when she began a barrage of attacks on his face until the skin on her knuckles split.

When she was certain the boy had enough to think about, she slowly rose up and gripped his collar, yanking him up from the ground and throwing him effortlessly by his lackies feet.

“Touch him again, you’re dead meat.” She warned, chest heaving and breath heavy. Her eyes pierced through the group of kids until they scampered away with their friend. Once they were out of eye shot she winced at the painful sting of her knuckles, and picked up Viktor’s cane, handing it over to him with a friendly smile on her dishevelled frame.

He was stunned and had not expected that whatsoever, she had really done that for him? She had gone out of her way, in danger’s way to do that for him. A cripple boy who preferred his own company, yet she tried so hard to be his friend and had essentially beat up his tormentors, while he had done nothing but push her away and talk very little.

She didn’t do this for an ulterior motive, no. Nor did she do this expecting anything in return. She just knew when someone needed a friend.

And that was the first time Viktor needed her.

[bnbc]

filled new template by @arcandoria 💖💖💖

and here is a whole ass note of investigation under the cut xD

“Look, Teng, I did what you asked and you were right: this Okada bitch is fishy for sure. You got me, right? Fishy!

Can’t say much about her husband though: all his documents and visas are solidly good, and his origin raises no questions. Meanwhile, her? She claims to be here straight from Japan and her papers say so, but I found nobody hearing her speak Japanese. But you know the people, who would question Wakako’s word?

The Old Spider seems to be genuinely fond of her grandniece. Did she become softer with age? Or is this only because of the name? I mean, her grandson was called Kou too, right? The one, you know… poor kid. Anyway, here everything’s clean and shiny, but I can’t say same about our beloved corpofixer.

Yeah, that’s right: Wakako’s granddaughters don’t get along. I bet Vogelman is jealous: we all saw her working her ass out to get Wakako’s respect, and here all her love goes to some nobody outsider. I think she is your best shot, but… you know, Vogelman is a big dog now, it will cost you a lot.

This is interesting too: Kou Okada is friends with that ripper, Vic-Vik-Vek-don’t-care-tor. I can’t understand what connects these two. The only thing I managed to connect, she used to rent an apartment in Kabuki before moving closer to Wakako. Сhance meeting lead to friendship? Who knows.

Fun fact! Our subject speaks Spanish fluently! One bird from Heywood chirped, she is a regular in ‘El Coyote Cojo’ and moreover, quite close with its owner, seniora Welles. And this is a real lead, no shit: Kou got into surveillance cameras in Columbarium near the tomb of some Jackie Welles. If she just came from Japan, what's her deal with some guy who died ten years ago?

By the way, if you go by this lead, do me a favor and find out why she punched Silverhand’s grave. Looks like this bitch really hates chrome rock.

That’s all for now. You know my account and you know, I do not take payments with tickets to Clouds. I have mouths to feed, Teng.”

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*ofc Goro lives by a fake surname, but since nobody uses it anyway - his wife’s surname is much louder - I still didn't take the time to pick him a placeholder surname lmao

[fiveapocalypse]

Old dog, new tricks

Not exactly your idea but it was inspired so :) @postshrapnelbloodloss

He wakes up still tired and aching from sleeping on the armchair the night before. On his lap is a book, opened up on some sort of page he can’t remember reading a lick of, and by his side on the small circular table is a mug of coffee having gone lukewarm. The house is quiet, an eerie silence crawling up his spine as he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, blinking back stars from the force he applied. Letting out a yawn, Five internally debated on actually getting up from his position. The armchair was comfortable to sit in, sure, but he just woke up, his coffee was now a disgusting warm temperature, and there was an itch under his skin as he looked around him, finding himself completely alone.

Five tries not to think of what that implies, closing his book as he slumps further down in the chair, until his butt hits the ground. Placing the book where he sat, he reached up, using the arms of the chair to pull himself to his feet. His body swayed for a moment, vision blurring, before he caught himself, frowning at his mug of coffee. This needed to be cleaned, and sanitized, and filled with brand new coffee. Nodding to himself, Five set off on his mission, still looking around to see if he could spot his siblings. The silence was uncomfortable, the way he could hear his own footsteps and breathing made his head spin.

Still, he walks to the kitchen, dumping the coffee into the sink. Turning the faucet, he filled the mug up, dumping the murky water out and doing it again. Sleep still clouded his mind, dulling his senses as he washed his mug, the only explanation for why—when he turned around to start the coffee machine, was scared half to death by a puppy sitting in front of him, tail wagging.

“Uhm—” Five stared at the puppy. The puppy stared back. “G…good morning—?” He squints, still holding his now dripping wet mug that was squeaky clean. His head was too muddled to question where the dog came from, let alone why it had a leash, and why it was currently barking at him softly, tugging at his pants leg. “Sorry, pup,” he yawns, “I got coffee to make, can’t you go play with Klaus? Or Vik? They love dogs like you.”

Puppy barks, but doesn’t move. Five sighs, loudly, and starts up the coffee machine. Crouching, he picks the dog up. Its fur is soft. “Hi.” The puppy licks at his nose. “Let’s see who you belong to, I’m sorry my siblings kidnapped you.” There’s a collar on the dog’s neck, but it doesn’t have a name as far as he can tell so—Five turns it over, expecting to see the owner’s address and name.

What he does see makes him pause, squinting.

“Oh.”

Puppy wags its tail. Five could have sworn it was smiling.

“Well, since you’re here…”

Setting it down, he turns towards his coffee, chewing on his nail before picking up the dog’s leash. “Let’s go find my siblings, puppy.” Five leads the way, up the stairs first. “I’m going to cry and make them regret leaving me alone in the living room. Maybe then Allison will let me have some chocolate.”

He, predictably, ignores the fact that his tooth is hurting as he begins his search.

[thedeadthree]

multiples of five for viktor and an oc of your choice please! 💕

ROSIIEEE hii! i hope your doing well dear! <3 THATS MY DEAR BOY. ive had him for EONS he means the world to me AHH. hmm and for the second one in honor of tlou releasing today on hbo! i'll introduce alaia! <3

OC ASK GAME

5. WHAT WAS AN OCS FIRST SLOW DANCE SONG?

i would say MODUS by joji would be a cute first slow dance song for him! i would say first slow dance parter would go to the lucky dear ness (or nessie as he likes to call her <3 shes aj @jendoe's girlie!)! for a goood chunk of his life slow dances wigged him out u know? it's what his parents did at galas, and furthermore, its what people in committed relationships do u know? so it would take a "love of their life" sort to sway prince skittish of long term relationships <3

10. WHICH OC IS THE BIGGEST ROMANTIC?

to be honest i think until nessie he didn't think himself as much of a romantic? and after they become an item (nessie will likely have to go "LISTENN BUB I THINK UR NEAT" or something like that jksankjn bc for all of his banter and etc etc dear boy was like UHH when it came to the art of courting ahjsabjx). but he'll try his best! its like watching a baby dear learn how to walk which is precious but also PRIME opportunity for teasing (affectionate). wanted to be in love but didn't think it was for him u know?

15. WHICH OC HAS THE MOST FRIENDS?

he's a social butterfly my dear boy sure is! of course soap and willa and Garrick and ghost begrudgingly are the besties and price and isi are like parental figures to him <3. radolfo and alejandro (dad wars between him and price kajnsj their time together in that cell was all the convincing ale needed that vik was to be his son jjhsjh) became instant besties of his <3. he has a number of close friends and fringe acquaintances as well! though the one who will hold the candle as his friend of all friends for him would be his late brother aldric <3

20. WHICH OC GETS CRUSHES THE EASIEST?

vik gets crushes like his dogs track mud in his house... ALL THE TIME. the essence of the "falls in love with a new person everyday." hehe <3 he took the cake for that until he met *COUGH*!

25. WHICH OC IS THE MOST PRACTICAL?

hES TrYinG hIS BeST his upbringing he's a nepo baby and his tendency towards the dramatic (stubs his toe? shakespearean tragedy.) he makes an effort for practicality but like his mannerisms in the romantic department its like watching a deer learn how to walk <3 viktor "how much does a banana cost? $50?" mason <3

30. WHICH OC DRESSES THE BEST? THE WORST?

no greater slight he could make to his mother if he didn't put thought into his sense of style bjsbjd and thank the heavens for aldric and his IMMACULATE TASTE bc i am confident dear boy would have considered joggers and a t-shirt as a suitable formal wear jankxdk. he learned all he knows from him! <3

35. WHICH OC PRONOUNCES IT MEH-MEH INSTEAD OF MEME?

his grandma on his moms side in france pronounced it as meh-meh and as a like seven he used to say it that way until aldric told him its MEME not meh-meh habjsbj (after waiting EONS until vik was fifteen to tell him DARN OLDER SIBLINGS). now, its just around graves to get on his nerves <3. he's a twerp!

40. IF ALL YOUR OCS WERE TO GET INTO A GIANT, MCU STYLE FIGHT WHO WOULD WIN?

he survives only bc select clowns would find his "hot mess with a heart of gold" nature endearing <3 he's beelining for roman, ayrenn, vindamea and enya the moment he sees them! strong badass ladies who can break his neck like a twig? AND upon them knowing him for five minutes if anyone touched a hair on his head they'd zero everyone on the scene hehe <3 he's drinking mead with baelor afterwards and running for the HILLS shrieking and tears in his eyes seeing una on the back of the cannibal <3 its fun!

5. WHAT WAS AN OCS FIRST SLOW DANCE SONG?

i think maybe not a first slow dance song but something for a first emotional moment where the bleakness of the post apocalyptic landscape of the world (which members of her family may or may not have been responsible for the outbreak) and its really getting to her.. i think of DEAL ME by MeLoveMeAlot ft KÅIKÅI? the "you can't kill me I'm alive / you gotta deal me i'm alive ... we all know no paradise." i think would be lovely for her in that moment u know? like a hold her while she sways a bit sort of post panic attack moment?

10. WHICH OC IS THE BIGGEST ROMANTIC?

she was the child of seattle socialites and so the notion of romantics came from her admirers verses from her u know? but! she is for sure with the love language of gifting as that was the way she saw her parents expressing their affections and what people around her would do for her. so sort of a romantic but? not really?

15. WHICH OC HAS THE MOST FRIENDS?

i think between her and viktor she would have more friends but none of them she would consider close, acquaintances at best u know? a lot of her friendships in seattle were superficial. a lot of them were more so to have a connection to her name? to say they knew the family? she was little when the outbreak hit the friends she had and their parents it was like that? she needs friends i am PLEADING. these days its easier for her to have dalliances and acquaintances <3

20. WHICH OC GETS CRUSHES THE EASIEST?

crushes? in the year of our lord 2023 post outbreak? not on her life <3 she does have more than a few admirers though in higher circles and in leaving the comforts of home traversing the landscape <3.

25. WHICH OC IS THE MOST PRACTICAL?

alaia actually would have that over dear boy vik! i am still working things out (im doing lore diving as im watching the show rn <3) her step father before the outbreak was a neurosurgeon and he was looking into understanding the outbreak. on her defying her dads wishes and finding survivors outside of FEDRA the things she learned from him and the people around her she took to things rather well!

30. WHICH OC DRESSES THE BEST? THE WORST?

the outbreak broke out in 2003 i believe right? y2k in the post apocalyptic pnw/us fashion icon besties! luxury clothing from the 2000s and 90s inherited from her family! it may be the end times but that didn't mean she had to stop dressing cute!

35. WHICH OC PRONOUNCES IT MEH-MEH INSTEAD OF MEME?

sending memes? in the year of our lord 2023 in a post apocalyptic era? shes asking "huh?" habjwbdjbj in a no-outbreak au, dear girl was pronounces it as memes! <3 or nuisances <3 (rich people u know?)

40. IF ALL YOUR OCS WERE TO GET INTO A GIANT, MCU STYLE FIGHT WHO WOULD WIN?

oh shes not fighting jkanknw <3 fighting? in these chanel boots? she wouldn't dare! she and narcissa and sybille are sipping champagne as the fighting rages!! she would likely if she must use ye olde charm and request damiano to protect her (AND HE OBLIGES *cough* clown <3 but also love that for her! and he's valid for it!) and that's how she walks out of the conflict without a scratch <3

[spiralfucker]

hiiii hi hello!!!!!!!!! 5, 13, 24, 28 for that music ask, go 👁️👁️ <з

Afternoon vik <3

5) Sorry to be that guy but it's nmh aeroplane

13) Um.... hi trent what synth were u using in the march of the pigs interlude bit <3 (no but rlly i'd sell my soul to get bubble tea with him or whatever)

24) My angry playlist is like 600 songs long lmao but off the top of my head maybe like stay here by swans

28) Not to be cringe but here;s a mini playlist of songs that were written about me <3 everybody's happy nowadays - the buzzcocks girls & boys - blur thirsty dog - nick cave & the bad seeds i just wasn't made for these times - the beach boys sour times - portishead suburban war - arcade fire only - nine inch nails ballad of big nothing - elliott smith i wanna be your dog - the stooges book of revelation - the drums

Vik these were good ones I blushed

35 music-themed questions

an album you can’t stop listening to lately

an album you wish you could hear again for the first time

a song you really like by an artist you otherwise don’t listen to very much (whether that’s because you usually don’t like their music, or just because you haven’t listened to the rest yet)

name 1-3 LEAST favorite songs off one of your favorite albums (bonus: if the person asking knows what some of your favorite albums are, they can suggest an album OR you can just choose one yourself)

name an album you feel is perfect

from the album you feel is perfect, what three songs would you choose to eliminate if you absolutely had to?

do you have any concert tickets right now? if so, whose concert is it?

name an artist/band that isn’t touring at the moment who you’d really like to see in concert

name a musician who is no longer living who you wish you could see in concert

what was your first concert?

what’s a song that your favorite band doesn’t perform live, but you really wish they would?

if you could hear any album performed live in its entirety, which would it be?

if you could talk to any musician, who would it be? what would you want to say?

is there any band/musician who you really strongly dislike? if so, why?

have you ever traveled outside of your area to see a concert? if not, would you want to?

have you ever been in the first row for a concert? if not, what was the closest seat you’ve ever had?

if you could go back in time and attend any artist/band’s concert that you were unable to attend, who would it be and when?

what decade do you think had the best music? is there any particular year that you think was the best?

who is your favorite member of your favorite band?

who (if anyone!) is your least favorite member of your favorite band?

what is a song that you like, but that you don’t listen to very often?

name a song that reminds you of one of your best memories

name a song that you associate with being sad

name a song that you associate with being angry

name a song that makes you think about someone you love

name a song that makes you think about someone you don’t like

name a song that you wish was longer

name a song (or a few songs) that would need to be included in a movie about your life

is there any song that you mostly like, but there’s one specific part of it that you don’t like as much? if so, what is it?

name an album you really love that you haven’t listened to in awhile

name an album you’ve wanted to listen to for a long time, but you haven’t gotten around to it yet

what is a band/artist you really wanted to start listening to, but you just really couldn’t get into it?

do you wear a lot of band t-shirts? if so, do you like it when strangers comment on them?

pick one of your favorite bands/artists and choose a song by them that you associate with each season

name two musicians who haven’t already collaborated on anything who you think would sound great together