#making fiends viktor

[pika-pika-pixie]

i luv how viktor and violetta dont even care that their daughter str8 up admitz 2 murdering her classm8 using monsterz disguized az her dead parentz - theyre just glad 2 see her happy

[technicallydelightfulpenguin]

*marvin gently placed his peace finger on vendetta parents to greet them* здравей г-н и г-жа вендета родители

*Vendetta parents are grateful for him, as they knew she could improve as a living being, despite knowing what Vendetta did to both.(Vendetta realized that governing Clamburg sucks, and that everyone is traumatized by it, to the point that no one can mention the name/word, and her obssesion with the fiends make her crazy and the rest everybody knows that) Charlotte and Marvin knows her better than in the childhood, and you know she's not as bad as people say.*

[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!

•

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

•

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Quotes that are inaccurate to the hit TV show Arcane

Jayce: I fell in the shower today and my dumbass tried to grab the water

Caitlyn: A shimmer fiend told me "I see so much of myself in you" NO TF YOU DON'T??

Silco: She's the best girl around

Everybody else: What about the murders?

Silco: What murda?

Jayce in every single council meeting ever: A black woman is speaking, listen and learn!!!

Jinx: I'd abuse the FUCK out of a PhD I'd just start making shit up

Mel: I can't take this anymore I gotta fuck him

Young Vi: Vander ain't raise no bitch and if he did it's my brother

Ekko: I love hanging out with some bad bitches who are a bit peculiar

Vi: If you see me with a Piltie mind your business, I'm trying to get our land freed

Maddie: Dated a British girl and broke her heart, that was for Ireland

Jayce: Having a crush is low-key ruining my life but if you saw her you'd understand

Caitlyn: Describe her

Jayce: I don't want you imagining her

Sky: If an ant hits you at 10000 mph would you die or does it not matter?

Heimerdinger: No because nothing matters in this world

Viktor: Everything matters, this is all that we have

Sevika: Slut shaming is dead. I respect whores more than I respect the council of Piltover

Sky: Go white boy go! No white boy not like that... white boy I've never seen anyone fuck it up like that

Mel: You have no idea what I would be capable of if it wasn't for the generational curse. If I wasn't dealing with all this evil wizard bullshit you would be unequivocally fucked

The black rose: I actually had nothing to do with that, maybe try some Lexapro?

Caitlyn: I like kissing Zaunites, they kiss like they're hungry

Vi: Our food don't got nutrients

Viktor: May need to shelve the new Hextech product I'm working on. In my desperation to get it done I have accidentally subjected myself to the conditions of the russian sleep experiment

Jayce: I don't have PTSD, it's the wizard's curse

Jayce: The wizard is my lab partner but I don't think that's relevant

Jinx: Do you think you could take a vampire-

Vi: Hell yeah

Jinx: ...In a fight

Vi: Oh

Cassandra: Girl help my executives are dysfunctioning

Ekko: I've tasted the future and the past

Heimerdinger: What did it taste like?

Ekko: Shit, let's give up now

Jinx: Why did I get group voted to be the crackhead?

Sevika: No you're the president

[dcartcorner]

Ko-Fiend doodle requests for this month!

Singed and Ori fishing

Kurt and Arthur smooch

Elias making soup

Edward Scissorhands Ori

Templeton and Hunt

Singed and Viktor Breaking Bad

Mothman

Singed teaching Silco to ice skate

Jon and Martin using base pose by mellon_soup

The Pale Behind

Steampunk Jonah Magnus

Draw me like one of your french girls Kurt

[biteghost]

Blueshift TTRPG Season 2 Character Portraits

Season 2 of Blueshift saw the Player Characters thrust into the bodies of alternate universe versions of themselves! This universe is a High Fantasy world. Their boss, Alcyone, spent all his energy transporting them there, and the effort caused him to enter a dormant state. The PCs were on their own to solve the mystery of how to leave this world and return to their own universe!

Dicho (he/him) (PC): Demon and wandering medic with ties to the black market.

Greip, Knight of Saturn (he/him) (PC): Human cursed by a dragon to be a Blood Fiend (basically a vampire) for eating its eggs.

Vivienne De'Gallant (they/them) (PC): Squire to Knight Angela Forest, serving out a life-debt owed to her. Also bearer of a family curse that allows them to don a monstrously powerful form, but each time it is used the transformation back to normal becomes more difficult and less appealing...

King Saturn (he/him) (NPC): The Heart of Stone - a isolated and cold man who is seeking... warmth.

Aura Thorne, Knight of Saturn (he/they) (NPC): A messy but competent bitch who was introduced eating a salad. They don't really love the PCs, but eventually begrudgingly respect them.

Axis Carmichael, Knight-Hopeful (he/him) (NPC): Tag-along to Aura, learning the ways of the Knights of Saturn.

The Chain, Knight of Saturn (they/them) (NPC): A silent Knight who stays posted in the capital, close to the King. They have an unconfessed crush on Sophia Lund, Assistant to the Archmage.

Viktor De'Gallant, Knight of Saturn (he/him) (NPC): Viv's baby brother and big-shot Knight of Saturn, recently returned to the capital after dropping off criminals to The Hive.

Rapala Rinehart, Archmage of Saturn (she/her) (NPC): A woman with no scruples and few morals who only seeks new knowledge at the sake of all else. Vivisected Greip while he was alive at one point.

Viveca De'Gallant, Assistant to the Archmage (she/her) (NPC): Viv's middlest sibling who is doing pretty well for herself. Rapala is a taskmaster and keeps her and Sophia very busy, but it's better than being on the streets...

Sophia Lund, Assistant to the Archmage (she/her) (NPC): A nervous and shy woman with an unconfessed crush on The Chain.

Couch (he/him) (NPC): A human man who was shoved into Greip's original Celestial body, found in the lowest levels of The Hive. The players put him inside a Cape of Holding to break him out of jail, and gave him simple games and toys to keep him entertained.

M (they/them) (NPC): A 'criminal' who tried to 'assassinate' King Saturn in order to make a big enough splash that their companions would find them. This is the same M they've known the whole game, not an alternate universe version.

Jimothy Criquette, "King" of Palazzo (he/him) (NPC): A retired entrepreneur and father to maron, he's happy in this universe.

Maron Criquette, King of Palazzo (she/her) (NPC): Jimothy's daughter and current boss of Palazzo. Cool and competent, she becomes business partners and friends with the PCs.

Andrew Wallace, Scout (he/him) (NPC): The Fantasy-World equivalent of an FBI agent, Andrew is on the hunt for Doris and enlists the PCs help in catching her.

Agnes, The Witch of the Lake (she/her) (NPC): A hermit living in isolation who trades magic items to the PCs.

Madame Elizabeth Doris (she/her) (NPC): A master thief... who remembers the previous world?! She is seeking a series of macguffins in order to get back to her original world and body.

Maya Lancaster (she/they) (NPC): M from the Fantasy World, a pilgrim seeking knowledge. The players know that Minerva will try to kill and eat Maya, so they befriend her and keep them safe so they don't have to enter the weird M & Minerva circus.

Van Helsing (she/her) (NPC): A professor who is knowledgeable about all types of curses and ailments, the PCs seek her help with their own curses. She enjoys bowling for fun.

patreon ✦ BACKLASH ✦ bsky

[archadianskies]

Microfics 26/04 - 30/04

↳ April prompts 「 @jayvikmicrofic 」

26. Frost

Who hates winter more- Viktor with his compromised immune system or Jayce with his deep childhood trauma? Viktor thinks it’s him, because his ailing body also carries trauma.

Still, though, the sight of [ Good Morning Partner :) ] written on the frosted lab window coaxes some warmth into his fragile heart.

*~*

27. Cherry

Jayce knows Viktor, with his disregard for timely meals, is a fiend for fresh fruits because they’re considered a luxury in Zaun.

“I was assured they’re sweet,” he places the bowl of cherries on the workbench, not missing the way Viktor’s eyes fixate on them.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

*~*

28. Sprig

The greengrocer by the Academy square sells fresh herbs by the bundle. Viktor expends precious energy making duos of rosemary and thyme sprigs bound by twine and tucked into his breastpocket.

They have a pleasing scent, not too pungent, and more importantly mask the smell of illness and medicine from Jayce.

*~*

29. Tulip

“Let’s add some colour to your day!” Jayce declares, shouldering Viktor’s parlour door open given his hands are occupied by an enormous bouquet of red tulips.

“Where am I going to put that?” Viktor sighs fondly, exasperatedly. “You’re ridiculous!”

“And I’m all yours,” he grins, leaning in to kiss him.

*~*

30. Nest

It’s a bit draughty, a bit rickety, but it has good bones. There’s a watermill attached to the side of the cottage for grinding grain and bringing water. There’s less of a bed and more of a nest piled with pillows and quilts.

Most importantly there’s Jayce Talis, here in Viktor's unplanned, undeserved afterlife.

*~*

↳ 「 Part 1 」 「 Part 2 」 「 Part 3 」 「 Part 4 」 「 Part 5 」

[badpersonboogie]

🪼- Do you think Lord Talis ever tries to touch Viktor? like after figuring out that he could have been a good wife, he tried to touch his hand or whatever part of his body with Jayce trying to avoid that.

Or maybe try to grope him a little so the fiend is not the only one getting to make his wife look and sound like that?

Like, aristocratic wife Viktor is appalled because ''only my husband should touch me like that, why is the ghost or whatever force trying to touch me??'' and the two Jayces are like ''Absolutely, only I, your husband, should touch you like that'' while fighting each other.

Unfortunately for Lord Talis, this leads Viktor to get physically closer to Jayce as to feel safer from the ''Strange force/ghost.''

ohohohoho creepy jayce! since it's fun, yes, he does try to touch viktor! it's to scare him and hurt him at first and the groping definitely goes under scaring him while also satisfying his strange and "terrible" fascination with viktor. it softens to curious and even caring touches but viktor still doesn't like his touch. that's the ghost of his horrible husband that he killed after all.

when lord talis realizes that he has somehow, someway drove viktor to this imposter, he breaks more stuff again

[grieveme]

baldur's gate iii, verse.

name jayce talis. age thirty - one at the start of the game. gender cis - man, he / him. race sun elf. height 6'3, 191 cm.

class warlock, the fiend. the future classes vary depending on tav's choices. patron deity raphael. weapon of choice giant hammer he built and designed himself with a "power core" that gortash provided, no shield used. stats (lvl 1 / 12) strength, 17 » 22. intelligence, 14 » 20. wisdom, 10 » 16. charisma, 14 » 17. constitution, 12 » 20. dexerity, 8 » 11. armor class, 15 » 21. background, guild artisan. to be changed. skills athletics, stealth, insight, intimidation, persuasion. location of recruitment waukeen's rest. starting quest name the golden boy.

various quest endings not all will be listed here and does not include if the player starts as an origin character.

if tav chooses not to recruit him, he will try to reach moonrise towers himself and succumb to the shadow - cursed lands.

if tav chooses to infiltrate the house of hope and kill raphael, jayce becomes a paladin of a different patron who reached out after his severance.

if tav chooses to give raphael the crown of karsus, jayce will forcefully retire from being his warlock and will be subjected to eternity in avernus, forever chained to the house of hope.

if jayce finds viktor as a zombie, he will kill himself at the end of act 3 unless tav can convince him otherwise (dc 30).

if tav chooses to kill viktor without getting jayce's input, he will fight the party.

if jayce is romanced by tav and they turn into a mindflayer, he will choose to stay with them.

if jayce is romanced by the dark urge as "bhaal's champion", he will break up with them.

if jayce finds out the crystalized brain is viktor's and tav chooses to side with gortash, he will leave the party.

companions he would most get along with wyll, karlach (it'd be dislike at first but will eventually warm up to him upon realizing jayce was also manipulated by gortash), gale, halsin, jaheira.

companions he would least get along with astarion, lae'zel, shadowheart (unless she's guided by aylin in act 3), minsc, and minthara.

would indeed have sex with lae'zel during the tiefling party

does not fall for astarion's charms but may be slightly swayed

wyll and jayce knew each other previously due to their titles

heard about karlach but never met her due being put in avernus

keeps his deity a secret and uses corellon as a cover up

raphael hints that he knows jayce depending where you encounter him in act 1

upon visiting the house of hope in act 3 and tav encounters harleep, it's been said that they have tried to make moves on jayce, but he has denied every single advance being made

background coming from a lesser family that settled in only some years ago, the talis' are well known toolmakers from baldur's gate. it was a simple game of tug and pull for survival, but jayce wouldn't settle for just being a blacksmith for the rest of his life. loving his city and not liking how little care was being taken care of its citizens, he approaches the archduke of his solutions. along the way, he meets a man named viktor. they both have the same ambitions and same scientific mind, so they team up together to try and come up with theories and constructs to make this cities citizens lives easier, aiming for the common man. somewhere along the way, ravenguard endorsed gortash as its next newest archduke, which he immediately takes interest in jayce. he approaches jayce with an ultimatum, help design special weapons for his steel watch and the flaming fist, in return he will place these aids for the people. at first he declines, not wanting to make those that could easily harm others, wanting to talk to his partner of these discussions. however, with a threat to viktor's well being and the possibility of succumbing to his illness, he reluctantly accepts. he's even told of a great possible threat and a war that will eventually breach its walls of baldur's gate, having the blue prints of his mercury hammer and gauntlets, some that were originally made to help the fisher man, builders, and miners. for his prototypes, gortash had given him a "power core" to help given these items the damage boost they needed (which is later revealed in act 3 to be crystalized infected mindflayer brains). unfortunately, it was announced viktor had shortly passed before these things were permanently set in motion. distraught, gortash had recommend a being called raphael that resides somewhere in baldur's gate, that could help with jayce's situation, something gortash pitied him for and only because he liked him enough did he care. so he meets up with the devil, raphael immediately intrigued of the "golden boy" of baldur's gate and claims he had been watching him for some time. jayce offers up his soul for raphael in place to bring viktor back to the mortal realm, which he gleefully accepts. however, raphael sees this as an opportunity and allows jayce to be the first ever person to use powers given by him, in return he wants the crown of karsus. and so the story goes ...

[pika-pika-pixie]

felt like making a small change 2 viktorz dezign

[technicallydelightfulpenguin]

Marvin Mai: така че Виктор и Виолета, предполагам, че всички може да се съгласите с мен да кажа, че... дъщеря ви вендета, тя има нужда от модел за подражание? като пример?

Vendetta Vladivkov:"Добре съм, благодаря, че попита, не искам да се тревожиш за себе си, Марвин".

Lucas*thinking*:"What the actual fuck is this language they're speaking?".

Meire:*just lookin bc shes funny*.

Violetta Vladivkov:"Обичаме те, Вендета никога не забравяй това".

Viktor Vladivkov:"И аз те обичам Вендета".

Vendetta Vladivkov:"Аз също ви обичам, татко и майко, благодаря ви".

[fantasywr1te]

@hextehc // STARTER CALL

It's a conversation that is long over due... Despite the necessity of it, the fact it is so important doesn't make it any easier. It only makes it harder. This conversation, this pact could make or break Jayce. The others are already asleep, snoozing in their tents as Jayce and Kenichi keep watch by the crackling campfire. "I worry about you. For, you. Raphael offers sweet deals but rarely fulfils them. You can trust neither fiends nor gods. You can only trust yourself." Such advice may sound hypocritical coming from him since he is part god but then again, he supposes it takes a monster to know a monster. "It is true that I never met Viktor. I only know him through the stories you tell. However there is one thing I know for sure... He would not want you to sacrifice your morals or soul for him. I can help you break your pact with Raphael. Let me help you, Jayce." His voice is strained, nearly pleading for Jayce allow him to help him. "I may not know how to bring Viktor back but I know Raphael does not know how to, either. He is merely a poetic liar with a flair for theatrics."

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 26: A Matter of Time | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

Word Count: ~3.5k Summary: You and Viktor get to the hotel room and try to settle in. Cozy chapter with dialogue and some mishap. Tags: swearing, sexual tension, flirting, little bit o'fluff Last Chpt: For Good Luck

Check my pinned post for more details/previous chapters/etc.

"You tripled your winnings?!"

It's not like you had room to talk—you were seconds from risking all of your cogs for one crystal. Still, the fact that Viktor not only placed bets much higher than what he needed and won surprised you.

"Well yes. Some degree of risk is necessary for all the marbles."

"For all the—." Your face crinkles up at his sentence. You hadn't heard that idiom in ages, but can't deny that it's incredibly endearing coming from him. "I didn't take you for a high-risk, high-reward fiend, but you've been proving me wrong all night boat-boy."

"Fiend?" He turns his head over his shoulder at you on the stairs when he speaks, eyes alight with feigned offense behind his reasoning. "Excuse me, but there is a festival tomorrow. What if we see something we like?" His voice becomes more and more lighthearted as you get further away from the tavern. "Or what if we want to grab breakfast?"

You open your mouth to answer as you meet at the top of the stairs only for Viktor to lean towards you with a sly grin. Stopping you as you are, he plays with the 'what if' that he knew would pique your interest the most. "Or coffee?"

A chuckle escapes you as you follow him all the way down the hall to the last room on the right. "I just radiate that 'addicted to stimulants' vibe, huh?"

Viktor's shoulders flutter as he holds in his laugh, turning the skeleton key in the lock until the door to your room creaks open.

"More of ehh...'not a morning person' theory."

"Fair assessment." You peek over his shoulder and the reality of you sharing a room together starts to sink in, beckoning the theory to be returned. "Areee you a morning person?"

"I suppose you'll find out." Viktor cracks a cheeky smile before holding the door open, gesturing you through with an open palm. "After you."

It immediately becomes clear why this room costs more cogs than you've ever considered spending for a night out. While it certainly still wasn't a Piltie-approved level of quality, it was decidedly nicer than anything you'd find on your side of town.

Lamps and lanterns illuminate the space with a warm, comfy glow. Stone walls give way to three frosted windows overlooking the river with snow now falling steadily outside. A wood-burning stove lies in a library nook with two arm chairs and footrests surrounding it, and with the washroom door wide open you can make out a large tub that is already calling your name.

Despite the massive amount of square footage, the room has a cozy charm similar to that of your studio. But the charm isn't the only similarity...and you both seem to notice at the same time. A stillness in the air settles as you look on towards the single, sizeable bed weighing heavy in the middle of the room.

Viktor's mind is on the same wavelength as he examines the sleeping situation with you. "Will this be....ah..." Dead air lifts with a soft click of the door closing from behind as he steps up next to you, eyes apologetic when they meet yours. "Is this a...suitable arrangement for you?"

Your mouth suddenly feels dry and your heart pounds relentlessly at the thought of sharing a bed with him. "Oh, uh—" The tremble in your tone forces you to lick your lips and clear your throat to revive your arid as fuck vocal cords. You see Viktor's eyes darting around the bed—some uncertainty showing through while he considers your hesitation.

You could kick yourself for smoking that cigar right about now. Your lungs are in abject rebellion and you quickly try to swallow the cough threatening your ability to answer.

The faintest hint of concern just breaches Viktor's expression before his mind gets to work. A quick tilt of his head paired with the flick of his brow serving as a tell that he has a thought to pitch. "I could ask the staff if there's a rollaway—a cot perhaps?" You notice his tone dip at the end of his suggestion, eyes shifting cautiously back to you.

You swallow again, keeping your eyes on the bed so you can answer him honestly despite the risk of coming off too strong. "No..." The rasp that tinges your voice gives Viktor some insight into you trying to bite back a cough, rather than being unsure of what you wanted. "Unless you uh...want me on a cot again?" You glance back his way, anxious about if he would want a repeat of your last sleepover's arrangements. Gods only know what kind of sounds came out of your mouth that night. And you couldn't blame him if he wanted some space from...all of that.

"Hm." The hum he suppresses sounds more like a muted laugh and causes the corner of his mouth to quirk slightly. His warm gaze subtly trails down your body before taking his turn to look forward so he can also speak from with conviction.

"If I'm being completely honest," His eyebrows raise, a shallow inhale parting his lips before he speaks again. "I didn't want you on a cot the first time." He turns his head to face you again, his vulnerability at the forefront of his features. You watch brows become heavy, falling and knitting together as he tries to remain composed despite the growing anticipation you could see rising in him.

"You—?" His words easily pull your full attention and he meets your gaze just as eagerly. "That wouldn't have been too fast for you?" A small shake of his head interrupts his otherwise stone-still stance. And although uncertainty visibly sinks into his frame, he holds his voice steady as he answers you.

"No..." The pause he allows gives you time to contemplate his wishes, to feel them align with your own. Your breathing feels heavier than tar on your windpipes, but you couldn't be bothered by it anymore. Not when Viktor is openly stating that he would've slept next to you from the very beginning. That he wanted to sleep next to you from the very beginning.

"There are occasions where I prefer to take my time. Circumstances that require...extra attention." The way his accent dances with his words, the falling intonation in his voice creating such a sultry sound—it was hard to ignore the reactions his implications were having on you. "But when it comes to the potential of being closer to you...time has no place there."

For a moment you stay still. You've never had someone talk to you quite like that. Someone who threw the concept of comfort zones out the window if it meant risk-taking could lead to time well spent.

You've never had someone's words move you in a way like Viktor's could. And although his words scared the hell out of you...

"Is this all too fast for you, [Y/n]?"

...You felt the same way.

"It's not too fast for me now...it wasn't too fast for me then."

Viktor leans a little closer at your response, a wave of relief visibly washing over him as his shoulders slacken and the grip on his cane loosens considerably. His hand barely grazes against your leg and catches his attention. Turning towards you, nimble fingers ghost over the side of your pants before his expression turns empathetic.

Yeah. You're still a damp mess.

"You're soaked." He murmurs softly, concern laced in his voice as he looks towards the washroom. Your eyes follow his and your stomach leaps at the thought of sharing more than the bed tonight. "How does a bath sound?" In the amount of time that it took to get your heart to stop trying to kill you, you come to find that your interpretation isn't quite what he meant after his gaze shifts to the wood-burning stove. "I can get a fire started and will return shortly."

"Oh, you're...leaving?" You try to sound curious, but it was hard to curb the hint of disappointment trickling into your voice.

"Only for a moment." He reassures you with a small grin before starting to bundle up the kindling for the stove. "You won't even notice I'm gone."

"I doubt that." You lock eyes and give him a small smile which he returns almost timidly, flashing the smallest bit of teeth before looking away with a breathy chuckle.

You could easily get used to seeing him like that.

Viktor lights the stove with ease, cracking one of the windows just slightly to keep the room from overheating. Once he takes off for...wherever the hell he's going, you make your way to the washroom.

After running the water, you unlatch the buckles and straps of your holsters and set the salve on a small table by the bed along with the rest of your cogs and...a completely waterlogged, broken pocket watch.

"Fffuuuuck..."

No one's around to hear your frustrated groans and noisy tinkering as you try to bring the small clock back to life. Sentimental wasn't the right word for it. Despite being a gift from Remy after adopting you, the origin of where the watch actually came from was a bit of a puzzle that neither of you ever did solve...which only made breaking it more emotionally complicated.

You shed the rest of your soggy clothes off and set them near the fire to dry off, still toying with the heirloom as you try to close door to the washroom behind you with an elbow. The irony is too rich as you grumble, "Guess time really has no place here now." to yourself.

Defeated, you give up on the fixer-upper project as hot water fills the tub. You find some soap and a cloth to wash the grime from the river away, letting the tub drain until the water runs clear again.

If your pocket watch hadn't met its end, you would've known how long Viktor had been gone, but decide it couldn't hurt to draw a proper bubble bath to soak in now that you didn't reek of fish and gin.

The bite of the early winter's windchill that was so set in your bones gradually fades as you sink lower and lower under the water. Finally clear of thoughts, you lie your head back against the tub with eyes closed. Your arms splay outstretched on the edges while your chest remains just above the surface, rising and falling slowly as you begin to drift off.

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Lazily, your eyes begin flutter open when you hear muffled voices approaching just outside the door of your room. Viktor's soft and even tone becoming more and more perplexed as the other voice—a woman's that you don't recognize—asks him questions that you can decipher better as they draw nearer.

"—couldn't help but overhear you needed a room. If you didn't want to share one with your...friend..."

"I beg your pardon?"

"—easy on the eyes—maybe enjoy some different company—"

"Oh."

Oh shit...it's probably that woman that was ogling him at the bar earlier. She's finally making her move. You sit up in the tub like that'll help you hear better, ears burning with curiosity about this entire situation.

"That is ehh...gracious offer, but I'm exactly where I want to be this evening."

Your heart skips a beat at his response, his words carrying certainty that dispelled any remaining insecurities you had about sharing a room, let alone a bed as the night dwindled down.

"Well...if you change your mind."

"Goodnight, miss."

Wind patterns aren't exactly your specialty. So, when Viktor opens the front door and a gust from the window causes your door to swing open, you can only look at him in shock as you slowly start to sink back down into the tub to cover up your bare chest.

This is what you get for trying to close the door with an elbow.

Viktor's wide-eyed expression mirrors yours while he tries to politely look away. His gaze subtly flicks back to you as he sets his backpack down. "Sorry, I got a bit...held up."

"I heard." You tease as you rest an elbow on the side of the tub, your torso now just barely breaching the surface of the soapy water while you try to regain some semblance of modesty.

"You—?" He glances to the door and back to you, gauging the proximity and tilting his head back and forth as he does the math of how sound carries. "Yes, I suppose you did."

"Was it the lady from the tavern?"

He quirks a clever brow at you, nodding slowly with some surprise.

"Apparently so. You saw her?"

"You didn't?"

"No, I was..." He pauses, eyes to the gods while he searches for the right word. "Preoccupied."

"What, with asking for a room?"

Viktor slowly makes his way towards you, his gaze fixed on yours as he leans against the doorframe. It almost looks like he's grappling with keeping his gaze from wandering further down as you come more into his view.

"Mm...not quite." With a sheepish grin, he swipes a thumb across his cheek a couple times, purposefully eyeing the scar you have in that very spot. Your brows furrow as you try to piece together what he's alluding to.

...Was he working up the courage to kiss your cheek? As effortless as he made that look, you're shocked it wasn't something that came easy for him.

Not expecting that response, your brows soften and lips part against your will.

Not expecting the sight that's in the doorway, you stay that way.

He must've been outside for some time—dark chestnut hair lays damp on his forehead, glistening with mostly-melted snow with cheeks flushed from the windchill...or maybe this conversation, you couldn't tell. His clothes look more soaked than yours, heavy even by the way his jacket hangs off his angular shoulders.

A grin spreads gradually across your face before you tease at him a little.

"Did you go swimming in the river too?"

"Might as well have. This blizzard has become unrelenting to say the least." Viktor starts to unbutton his coat, shifting his weight off the doorframe as he does. You try not to stare at the way he slips each button out of its confines, slowly giving way to his lithe frame beneath. "I went to the night market. I thought both of us would benefit from a change of clothes for tomorrow and ehh...tonight." His eyes flick up and down quickly on his last word before he undoes the last button.

"Tonight?" You can barely keep your enthusiasm at bay as you wonder what that means. His look of apprehension inspires you to try and lighten the mood again. "Did you get me lingerie?"

His eyes light up a little too quickly as he chuckles. "Would you like me to?" He retorts with a smirk. Maybe you're reading too much into it, but you can't help but notice that he paused from shrugging out of his jacket.

"Not if it means going back out. You look cold."

"I am."

His eyes meet yours after he answers, leaving enough unsaid for you to wonder how to read in between the lines. Slowly he turns his head towards the fire, looking almost pained to break his gaze with yours and tosses his coat near the stove where your clothes are also drying.

Long fingers weave through damp locks, shaking the residual water droplets out with a strained grin. The very motion sends your heart rate into a tizzy and you want nothing more than to ask him to join you right now.

But, that's probably too bold...too soon.

Even if time has no place here. Literally and hypothetically.

...

...Right?

The silence that passes between the two of you lingers heavy until you catch him shamelessly glancing down at your chest. The sight of him like this makes it feel like you've been hit by a freight train. When his eyes meet yours again, you decide to test the waters, your voice stuttering without end and with plenty of uncertainty.

"Do you...uh...want to..."

Viktor's brows raise slowly as your words catch in your throat, expression softening as he watches you wrestle with yourself to get the goddamn question out.

"Y'know..." You try again, motioning to the water and getting stuck again. 'What if he wants to soak alone? He did say he likes to take his time for certain things. This could very well be that...thing. What if he thinks you're out of line for even asking? Sharing a bed is night and day from sharing a bath. You're gonna freak him the fuck out. You're going to come off like a needy, open door, open legs, easy sleazy...'

May the backpedaling commence.

"I mean—or I can get out. If that's more what you...uh—I dunno—unless you—y'know...unless you...fuck." You sigh to yourself in frustration as you buckle.

But that feeling doesn't last long.

"Unless I...fuck?" Viktor's breath lingers on the last word, leaving your jaw slack with how he managed to turn your stutter into seduction when it rolls off of his tongue like that. His grin remains just as clever as his words while he takes a step towards the tub, skillfully undoing the top buttons on his shirt with one hand as he walks. "Quite the threat, don't you think?"

His words go through your ears and unfortunately straight to your dick. And you can't help but feel like the suds defending your dignity are popping at a higher rate of speed just to spite you. You can't ignore how agile his fingers are; how easily his hand works while the other stabilizes his weight. You consider the talent behind his actions, pondering if his grace can be chalked up to years of experience multitasking while using a cane...and you mentally scold yourself for wondering what else he's capable of when one hand is busy.

Your composure comes apart with each button of his shirt and you stumble as you try to explain your slip up.

"No, I didn't mean...I mean—I didn't...I can get out—let me just..." You look around for a towel and groan in frustration when you realize you never actually grabbed one.

Viktor pauses, seemingly a little shook up by your reaction. He shakes his head, a small 'o' forming on his lips as he is about to speak, but stops when he notices you looking for something. He connects the dots as you eye the pile of linens and brings one over to you.

"No, I'm sorry. Please uh..." His eyes flick curiously over the water where your abdomen dipped underneath, only to widen in horror when you catch his gaze lingering. He quickly averts his eyes, focusing on anything else in the room as he tries to drape the fabric over the side of the bath for you. "T—take your ti—ah, damn it!"

The sound of bath water splashing onto your face and over the edge echoes throughout the room as Viktor drops the towel into the tub.

You bite back an amused grin, watching quietly as the chaos unfolds in front of you.

Reflexively although unsuccessfully, Viktor reaches down in an attempt to catch it. His still-windchilled fingers glide up your bare thigh as he quickly recovers the drowning cloth out of the water. If his face wasn't so close to yours, you might not have heard his breath hitch at the sudden contact.

...Or notice the visible chill that moves through him as goosebumps begin to line the exposed skin under his loosened shirt.

He opens his mouth to speak, but the words are lost when the towel drips in obscene amounts all over your chest as he moves to lift it from the bath. Water trickles down and outlines each bend and curve of your muscles and Viktor seems to drink up the view appreciatively...until he realizes he's staring again.

The shade of red that quickly crawls up his neck and over his ears easily becomes your favorite color as you watch the level-headed and self-assured machinist become unraveled by a common bath towel.

"I'm sorry. I need to...ehm..." Wide golden eyes scan around the room frantically, a finger pressed against his arched eyebrow in distress. "...check on the...fire."

You don't get another word in...or another towel for that matter before the man retreats, closing the door behind him with a brisk slam.

You're not quite sure what just happened, but take a moment to let it sink in regardless. You've never seen Viktor that frazzled—that out of his element. Surely you couldn't have that sort of effect on him...right?

You can't help but smile at that possibility.

The stillness that follows Viktor's swift exit is only broken up by the pitter patter of snowfall on the roof, the crackling of bubbles as the water settles...and the hushed (what you assumed was) cursing from Viktor in a language you'd never heard before in the other room.

You can't help but smile about that too.

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A/N: I know, I know--only one bed, really? It's my first time give me grace lol but honestly i think it'll be a good angle for these two, especially the reader given what he struggles with...it'll make sense just bear with me ;_;

Thanks as always for reading, it means so much that you lovely folks are still enjoying this here fic :D I hope everyone is doing well out there, and thanks for being so patient with my updates too y'all are angels <3

Cheers,

Ghost

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Making Fiends Headcanons #2, clarity on some things and idea(s) (Will be used for my Retold Project)

It's been a while since I made a post here, so I guess it's time for me to make another batch of Making Fiends headcanons, some of which might be used for my retold project. These will be numbered and colored for ease of legibility. This is a long read, be warned lol

Vendetta's First Friend + What Precedes the Takeover:

When I posted my first headcanons, I detailed how I believe Vendetta's fiendery began because she was constantly bullied at school when she moved to Clamburg, however, I forgot to mention that she HAD a friend before her takeover began. Her name is "Melanie", she's pretty much Charlotte in terms of bubbly and cheerful attitude, but more down to Earth and less clingy. One day at Clamburg Elementary, while finishing her classes, Melanie finds Vendetta alone on the playground as faint whimpers and cries are heard. She approaches Vendetta, unintentionally startling her as she thought no one was around. Melanie asks Vendetta why she's crying and playing alone, and she soon begins to hug and comfort Vendetta when she learns about the bullying and how lonely she's been feeling because of it. Shortly after comforting Vendetta, they both begin to talk and play a lot more together, and they soon become very close friends. Soon after a while, Vendetta tells her parents about the new friend she made, and both Viktor and Violetta are very excited and giddy to see their daughter so happy and that she made a friend. However, the bullying didn't stop, in fact, it became more rampant. Vendetta tries to avoid the constant bullying by pushing to the back of her mind and trying to take comfort in Melanie. But despite her parents and Melanie's constant comfort, it soon becomes too much for her to handle and she soon lashes out at Melanie when she tries to comfort her and runs off. After realizing she hurt Melanie from her anger, she runs off to the library, her favorite place to relax and be alone to try and take her mind off of things. While wandering the library, she finds a hidden room behind one of the shelves and discovers a book on how to make creatures known as "fiends". She glances at the book before taking it home to examine it in her room. She skims through the pages to see what she can make with them and brainstorms what to use them for. She first tries to make a few new friends so she's not alone, with Melanie being her only other friend. But then she hatches an idea, to make some fiends pull pranks on those who bullied her so that they stop. These pranks start off fine for the most part, but as time goes on, they start to turn into hostile pranks and Vendetta starts to become power-hungry as a result. During this transition, inhabitants of Clamburg begin to evacuate the town in secrecy so Vendetta doesn't send a fiend to threaten them, including the bullies she's "pranked" before. Unfortunately, Melanie gets caught in the crossfire of pranks and is hurt by a fiend Vendetta unleashed onto another bully. When Vendetta confronts Melanie and attempts to comfort and tend to her wounds, Melanie responds in terror, telling Vendetta to stay away from her and not touch her. Vendetta soon begins to cry, knowing she scared the only friend she had away. She's now alone again and is lost in her own head. Sadness soon turns to rage as she sends fiends out to terrorize the remaining inhabitants of Clamburg. When confronted by her parents, she makes a slug that shrinks her parents down to an extremely small size and leaves them in her hamster's cage so they don't try and stop her; and she makes and uses a fiendish growth potion on her pet hamster to have a bodyguard of sorts for her, now named Grudge. This is also one of many reasons why Vendetta "hates" Charlotte, it's because Charlotte's sort of a reminder of Melanie, how happy and cheery she was, and how happy Vendetta was. At the same time though, Charlotte is also the reason why Vendetta doesn't want to outright destroy her and why Vendetta has some sense of morals, because whenever Charlotte gets sad/depressed, it reminds Vendetta of how SHE was before everything began.

2. Charlene's Life in Clamburg (before Charlotte) + her promise to Vendetta:

In both the web series and TV series, Charlene is shown to have a house that she and Charlotte live in, so I headcanon that Charlene lived in Clamburg many years before she went to bring Charlotte there. While in Clamburg, she would be in charge of "Charlene's Candy and Auto Parts" store, as well as make lots of tasty and sweet pastries for Clamburg Elementary. Despite helping and talking to lots of people in town, she would be pretty lonely at home even though she would talk to Charlotte on the phone daily. Alongside this, I also headcanon that Charlene and Vendetta were friends shortly before Vendetta began her fiendish takeover of the lowly town. Shortly before Vendetta started to pull hostile threat "pranks", Charlene got a call telling her about something that happened to Charlotte's parents and that she needed to pick her granddaughter up immediately. Before she left Clamburg to get Charlotte, she spoke with Vendetta, telling her that she would be bringing her another new friend. She described Charlotte as sweet and loving, though a bit clingy yet equally shy-ish when meeting new people, very talkative and bubbly, and that they would both become friends as soon as they met. But Vendetta had to make a promise to Charlene. The promise is that while she's picking up Charlotte in Vermont, Vendetta shouldn't send any more fiends and to not hurt anyone. As well as when they return, to try and not lash out at Charlotte (because she's a bit sensitive) Unfortunately, Vendetta hurt Melanie with her fiend, so she had already lashed out and sent her fiends to terrorize the town while Charlene was picking up Charlotte from Vermont (this incident and "Charlotte's First Day" happened around 1-2 weeks apart) so fiends are littered all over Clamburg. Though it looks like they don't surround the perimeter of people's houses (especially Charlene's house)

3. (Clarification) The VenChar/Charletta Ship:

Something small I wanna clarify, but whenever I ship the two (Charlotte and Vendetta), I don't, in any way, portray it as "toxic" or whatever the proper term is. I like the whole "Enemy to Lover" trope, and I feel like that could apply to this ship as a whole (even though the rivalry is completely one-sided lol). I want to give Vendetta a redemption arc so that the entire dynamic between the two characters is healthy, and so there could be a happy ending between the two because they both deserve to be happy. Here's a small WIP timeline thingy to describe how I'll go about depicting the ship throughout the project (using some of the episodes from the TV since some of those episodes will be repurposed and redeveloped in my Retold Project): In "Charlotte's First Day", Charlotte meets Vendetta and soon starts to think they're friends. After her day at school and wrecking the whole place, she goes home and tells Charlene about the new friend she made, and Charlene is happy that the two got along so quickly. After a while, the events of "Parents" play out, and Charlotte's nativity begins to slip away since she hasn't seen her parents in months and she starts to feel depressed when Vendetta shows her parents at parent-teacher night. Vendetta decides to use this opportunity to make fiends disguised as Charlotte's parents to finally destroy her. But Charlotte still naive as ever, thinks Vendetta actually brought her parents back from space and is grateful Vendetta did such a nice thing Then after this episode, "No Singing" plays out and Charlotte gets depressed because of Maggie's poem, Vendetta tries to cheer her up (only because she made a fiend to crush anything/anyone that sings, hoping Charlotte would sing) and Charlotte begins to feel more comforted while around Vendetta, so much so that she begins to feel warm and giddy every time she thinks about her. Ironically, Vendetta began to feel the same way towards Charlotte ever so slightly (tho she managed to suppress those feelings a bit).

This is a small rough timeline I thought of for how their relationship evolves as time and the project go on. I want their relationship to feel and flow normally, while

4. "The Slumber Party":

One small idea for a chapter/episode in my project is called "The Slumber Party". Later on in the project, Charlotte becomes self-aware of how she accidentally hurts people and makes things worse due to her naivety. She's afraid that people hate her so much (which isn't entirely false), so she intends to fix the town and regain the people's trust in her. When she goes to middle school, she makes and gives out invitations announcing that she'll be hosting a giant slumber party at her house and welcomes anyone to attend. Charlotte and her grandmother began to bake lots of goodies and make tons of fun activities for the upcoming event. They want everyone to be happy and to give some good faith and positivity towards Charlotte. Once everything's all set and ready, Charlene and Charlotte start waiting for people to show. But to the surprise of both (mostly Charlotte), no one shows up, and Charlotte begins to feel even worse than when she came to her initial realization. She asks her grandmother if everyone still hates her that much, so much so that they can't even call her to inform her that they won't be attending the party. During all this, Vendetta is at home with her hamster Grudge, oddly contemplating the invitation she received from Charlotte. She's trying to decide whether to go to the party or just stay at home and relax. On one hand, she could attend the party to scare and send fiends onto people, wrecking the party as a whole. On the other hand, that would be a waste of resources and it would've been super late into the night anyway, so Vendetta would be very tired. (Though she's secretly thinking of attending the party to at least see Charlotte and maybe have a nice chat with her, buuuuuuut she's trying so hard to suppress those feelings, and for Grudge not to notice lol). While thinking about what to do, she realizes, "Hey, why isn't there any music or laughter coming from Charlotte's house? That place should be packed tonight, considering it usually is whenever she throws a party." When she looks towards Charlotte's house, it's completely blacked out, with only the light from her TV shining through the window of her living room. Did something happen at Charlotte's house? Why are no sounds and music coming from her house? Is there anyone there at all? Why are you thinking about her so much? If you're thinking about her THAT much, why don't you go check on her? Vendetta's mind begins to go all over the place, and she soon decides to go to Charlotte's house and see what's wrong. She takes a medium backpack with lots of supplies. Important stuff like fiend mix, pajamas, blankets, flashlights, a Charlotte plush that was gifted to her (Charlotte has a Vendetta plushie, so neither of them would be alone), and tons of additional supplies. When Vendetta and Grudge arrive at her house, their superstitions are unfortunately correct. There's no one inside besides Charlotte and her grandmother, and Charlotte looks even more depressed than when she heard Maggie's poem. A simple knock at the door grabs their attention, as Charlotte and Charlene are happy to see Vendetta and Grudge attending their slumber party (or what remains from it at least). Despite how late it is (it's around 11pm by the time Vendetta arrives) they both can still have some snacks and watch so TV for a little while before going to sleep. While watching TV together, Charlotte and Vendetta held hands for a little bit and both began to blush, with Charlene and Grudge watching from close by, smiling. Before heading to bed, Vendetta suggests that the two snuggle together, since it would be nice to comfort Charlotte after what happened with the partygoers and whatnot (plus it would be nice for Vendetta to hold Charlotte close to her). As the two begin to fall asleep, they snuggle each other, with their corresponding plushies by their side. Charlotte gives Vendetta a small kiss on the cheek and a quick "thank you" before they both snooze the night away.

I wanted to try and make something that starts off sad but soon has a happy and cutesy ending that continues the story. Since this happens later in the story, Charlotte and Vendetta's relationship begins to form more naturally, showing how Vendetta can feel remorse for Charlotte and that she has a soft side to her that begins to reform.

And with that, those are some headcanons & ideas I have for the retold project I'm working/brainstorming on. I hope you all enjoyed this super long read, and I'll try to type more headcanons more often since it's been forever since the last one. It honestly had a BLAST writing so much for the project. I wanna type so much more for this fan project since I've been hyper-fixated on this show for nearly 3 years, and because the source material BARELY has any information and world-building. I really want to do this series justice since Nickelodeon surely didn't, and it sucks that they did what they did to Amy Winfrey, and this show.

[toyhouse-code-hell]

Screw it- Ask #2 because I'm bored. Can you tell me about your OCs? I like hearing about random people's OCs because alot of people like to rant about them and the excitement and pure effort put into making them makes me feel profuctive too!

There's so much. There's so so so so much. Nobody that I didn't already know has ever asked me about my ocs. They're all mostly D&D characters, or are in a D&D-esque setting I'll talk about some of my favorites, but there needs to be context.

None of the LORE is on any of their fucking toyhouse pages because I literally work on toyhouse stuff, get so motivated, I work on things for three days. Then I stop everything for six months. This is a continuous cycle. I suffer daily. I also over-explain and over-share A LOT. This is the first time anyone has asked about my ocs on a public platform. IT'S GOING TO BE A LOT. I'M SORRY. (And hell this might be a masterpost for all the little blurbs about my Little Guys?? idk!!) And ofc the art is old-ish.

Hamond :)

He's an aasimar fiend warlock (1)/ champion fighter (11), son of duke of a small homebrewed country, warlock of Graz'zt. Was sent to handle an owlbear in the woods due to it fucking with locals livestock. Was ambushed by said owlbear, it almost killed him, and this very kind demon lord took the opportunity to offer this young son of a duke a second chance to not be killed. Hamond agreed, got a nice new necklace, and killed the owlbear. He does the little things his patron wants in secret, which are thankfully just small things. His father sent him away due to his country going to war (contingency so royalty stays alive), where he met an astral elf twink who is now his fucked up little boyfriend.

Used him in a Heliana's oneshot before where this happened.

Next is Vihan! I'll keep it short with him because there is. A lot. (Glitch & Worm idk if you will ever see this, but this is spoilers)

They're a sentient sword, from a set of 8 weapons that embody schools of magic. Vihan is a shortsword that lets their wielder cast evocation spells for free, given to priest-kings of a long-lots city (of Mezro, the chosen of Ub'Tao are called barae). I gave him to my part at 12th level, since one in the party had made contact with his stupid fuckup son (Ras Nsi, not canon to actual FR lore), but Ub'tao chatted with the wizard like "hey. help me?" and our wizard went "K". I was thinking they would have him be a sword for a majority of the time but nooooo they fell in love with him. >:/ He was also broken when they met, to which I gave wild magic rolls when he cast things iirc (this was in 2021 its hazy). They fixed him up though.

(GLITCH AND WORM THE SPOILERS START HERE)

His former wielder was killed in a coup by another one of the chosen, in a plan to kill them all, usurp their god, and bring about an end to the world, but LORD that's another story.

But back to Vihan.

He's a real living person, kidnapped about 4oo years prior to the party getting them, had a bunch of experiments done on him, core implanted, renamed, all that. And given to a firbolg native to Chult who worked hard to be a barae, Epoch, leaving his 2 sons to be raised by his hometown. (and bc he was murdered and nobody was giving them answers, they became closed off from the bigger holy cities) And those kids got older, had communal kids, too, and one of those kids was the barbarian pc. The new barae of evocation was the wizard that said "K" to helping a god.

His name is actually Viktor, had an identical brother named Vacek (both changelings), and he robbed tourists in order for his brother to stay in a care home (their country of origin is corrupted capitalist hellscape island where if you can't produce for society, you have no use aside from being fertilizer, unless you can afford otherwise). When Viktor was kidnapped, Vacek was thrown onto the streets 10 minutes after payment was due, and he managed to climb on a boat as a stowaway during a storm and get the fuck out of there. While he was still chronically ill, getting off of pollution island was very beneficial for his health. He made it to another country and managed to live out his days and even had a family. He never went back to find his brother, assuming his thieving finally got him killed. (Their single mother was also murdered, and retrieving her body cost the two twelve year olds money they didn't have. She was meant to leave the country while pregnant with them, to be with their father who had already left, but port guards robbed her and kicked her back into the city. When her husband came back to make a stink, he was silenced permanently.)

Yes I was VERY into xenoblade 2 when I had this idea.

Vihan is a little bit fucked up.

I think I'll be done for now. I'll rb with more if I want to later.

[itsfheang]

As a league player, and Runterra lore fiend, I already had my suspicions that this was Viktor, so I was like....one of the non league players who just thought he was giving the best SMOLDER FLIRTY FACE to Jayce ever. But now that you say this I 100% see what they were trying to do making his eyes glow like a subtle reference to his original in game model.

I feel so silly not noticing it the first (or second, third, fourth, etc etc) time cuz I was already too deep shipping those fuckwads. xD

I don't even know your name.