#so...maybe ill finally be able to work on it...finally...

[wxsteriawishes]

zayne being a virgo

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content: slight mention of death/blood

virgo sun man attributes

perfectionist, self-critical, reserved, diligent, lenient, hopeful, selfless

♍️ perfectionist ♍️ he does not take failure well. it might seem unhealthy, but he's just not used to it. everything needs to be perfect. the diagnosis, the schedule, the antidote. the chaos and clutter of his mind is confusing enough, he can't let it manifest physically. his room, his clinic, his desk, it's all organized and clean. nothing is out of place. the little things prevent him from spiraling when something goes wrong. it's his way of taking control of his life however he can.

♍️ self-critical ♍️ he holds himself to high standards and doesn't understand it when he can't meet them. he is cruel to himself. so caring with children and gentle with his patients, but so harsh to the reflection. criticizing words from others don't bother him. he is his worst judge, the most detailed critic. he never lets himself relax, always pushing to be good, better, the best. nothing's ever enough. not when there are more patients to save.

♍️ reserved ♍️ he's good with his words, specifically when it doesn't require him to let his guard down. so he just doesn't let his guard down. he doesn't often have to, and an issue never really comes up. but when he does have to be vulnerable, he can have difficulty expressing himself. it's only at first, given how quick of a learner he can be. but he may go quiet when upset, not wanting to overreact and lose control. he'll tell you he needs a moment, his voice soft. he needs someone who understands him without having to force it. the connection feels easy between you two. you love him like it's breathing and it brings him so much relief. you overwhelm him with your love, cracking at his walls, bit by bit.

♍️ diligent ♍️ he does his work. he finishes his errands. he never lets something go unattended. it's a difficult, pressuring, and frankly dreary life. but he'll do what needs to get done. it's how he proved himself in the medical field. he consistently did what needed to get done in high school, college, and med school. then in residency, before he finally made his way to akso hospital. he was trustworthy, resilient, and reliable. he never faltered, if he could help it.

♍️ lenient ♍️ lenient with others, that is. not with himself, of course. why would he do that? when he used to tutor, he never got frustrated with the slower-learning students. he never overstepped when he felt his mentors were taking their time at work. he was patient and forgiving. he didn't let anyone walk over him, but he also didn't make a scene when someone was clearly just a little insecure. it was how he racked up the favors, to so quickly advance to where he was now. it was how he got along with children so easily. never making them feel like they were any less, but also not expecting anything from them.

♍️ hopeful ♍️ he has dreams. dreams of helping others back to health. he dreams of a peaceful life, his hands maybe finally clean of the blood he's spilt. he works tirelessly to achieve these dreams, sleepless nights, silent wishes, praying to a god that won't ever answer to him again. he knows he has the potential, but what if he messes up again? what if his love for you curses him again? he has hope that he'll be able to control himself this time around. third time's the charm. . . right?

♍️ selfless ♍️ he will tear himself apart skin-to-bone to help others. zayne li is through and through a virgo, the wounded healer. he had hurt and so he stops the pain from spreading to others. he saves lives to put himself at ease. the world felt so similar to hell. innocent children die, lovers separated by illness, and he gets to survive? he constantly reminds himself of how unfair it is. his nightmares, his scarred hands, they drive his desire to be as good as he can. lest he kills someone again, he has to atone for his sins. deep down, he craves an unconditional love. a love as selfless as that which he gives to others everyday, whether he believes it or not. he hopes he's worthy of finding it.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[hinge]

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[clumsypuppy]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[smile-files]

okay but we can all agree: if henry saw proof of randall's death that even he couldn't dispute he would definitely just kill himself right?

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Spent the last four days staring at this on my computer so I might as well post it...

A Visit to the Beach (Post-Nails AU)

The waves lap gently at the sand before you, Angron’s hand in yours as you sit side by side. The cliffs tower behind you and the skies are turning pink above you as the sun begins to set. Angron’s thumb rubs over the back of your hand and he sighs as a light breeze ruffles through his short auburn hair, “it’s nice,” he says slowly, taking a deep breath, “the water’s…pretty,” he continues, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around you, drawing you closer to his side, “like you,” he says, voice rumbling through his chest against your ear, your heart thuds against your chest and he dips his head to press a featherlight kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you,” he says, “I…really appreciate it,” he murmurs. He almost seems to glow as the sunset turns the skies vibrant pink and orange. The light is fading fast now, his silhouette growing darker by every passing moment; he’d look a little intimidating, if not for the smile on his lips and the boyish way his garnet eyes twinkle in the golden glow of the sunset.

[unintentional-sad-wizard]

I don’t usually comsume caffeine (my body just doesn’t handle it well) but given that I am starting work again and extremely fatigued as a result I fear I must begin experimenting with it again. Anyway. Time to see what 100mg of caffeine does to my (extremely exhausted, zero caffeine tolerance) body today.

[secretlyofthefeywild]

The Creation of the World

In the beginning there was only the Universe. She was infinite in her vastness, in her stillness, in her silence. She existed before existence himself. She was complete, but she was alone. She spent her existence in still, silent, never-ending darkness. 

Eventually the Universe decided that she would create a companion to share the space within existence. The Universe in her infinite vastness, stillness, and silence, spent a great while thinking. She did not know where she came from, but she knew that she had been alone since her first memory. In this thinking the Universe created her first son, Time. Like his mother, Time was infinite and never-ending, constant and unchangeable. But unlike his mother, he was not still. He was always moving, always flowing, always progressing. 

Pleased with her first child, the Universe began to craft the next. She collected rocks and dirt and worked them together, willing the mixture to come together until she could shape it. She suspended the mixture in space and thus the Earth was created. The Universe studied the Earth for a long time, thinking. Eventually she took the Earth in her hands and blew onto it, breathing existence into the packed dirt and rock, and thus the Earth Goddess was born. She was full of life and wonder, restless but also calm. She was quite unlike her mother and brother, but they both loved her immensely. 

The Universe thought for a while. She had created Time who was so much like her and was content to simply exist. But she had also created the Earth, who had such a lively soul and should not be condemned to such a fate. And so she began to craft a third child. The universe thought of the pride and love she felt for her children and felt a sense of warmth. She followed that sensation, the edges of it beginning to manifest. As it came into being it grew warmer still, and for the first time there was light. And thus, the Sun was born. She was radiant and resilient, full of determination and strength. 

The four of them existed together in peace and harmony for a long time. Of course, they were not idle during this time. The Earth and the Sun loved each other immensely, in the way the only sisters truly can. They spent their early time playing together and imagining what it would be like to have the power that the Universe did, the things they would create when they were old enough.

As time passed, the Earth began to come into her full domain. She created plants, full of her very own life and wonder, from the tallest tree to the smallest sprout. She created plants to survive off the available resources, the fresh water, the clean air, and the abundant rays of her sister’s light. For the first time, something had been created by hands other than the Universe. A new precedent had been set, suddenly anything became possible. It is no surprise green became the color we associate with hope. 

No one was more awestruck than the Sun. She begged her sister to teach her the secrets of creation. The Earth smiled at her sister's determination and agreed to help her. She suggested that they make something together, something they could share. The Sun noticed that the plants that the Earth had created reacted to the absence of her rays as much as they did to the presence of them. She knew that her rays were necessary for the plant's survival, but she also knew that she could not be everywhere at once, all of the time. She mentioned this to the Earth and together they created the four seasons, Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. Summer was energetic and warm, full of the Sun’s rays and the Earth’s enthusiasm. Autumn was cozy and calm, full of the Sun’s kindness and the Earth’s comfort. Winter was quiet and cold, full of the Sun’s resilience and the Earth’s strength. Spring was joyful and bright, full of the Sun’s radiance and the Earth’s wonder. 

The Earth was enamored by her plants and the way the new seasons worked. She began to spend more and more time with herself, tending to her plants and watching the way the seasons worked in perfect harmony. This caused the Sun to begin to grow lonely. She knew that they were growing up and taking on responsibilities, but she missed having someone to play with. 

The Universe saw that the Sun was beginning to withdraw and become sad. She immediately began to think of ways to solve her daughter’s loneliness. She thought of the Sun, full of light and determination, strong and caring. She thought for a long time and eventually something began to take form. She was bright, but not in the same way as the Sun, her glow was more subdued, more calm. And thus the Moon was born. She was kind and soft, full of serenity and peace. 

The Sun was immediately enamored by the Moon. They complimented each other perfectly. The Moon was soft where the Sun was bold, protective where the Sun was resilient, forgiving where the Sun was determined. It was no surprise when the two fell in love. 

The Sun and the Moon played together, their joy lighting up the Universe. The Sun loved to chase the Moon, and the Moon loved to be chased by the Sun. In their play, they made the Day and the Night. The Day followed Moon, arriving with the Sun and bringing the promise of the Night. The Night followed the Sun, arriving with the Moon and bringing the promise of the Day. From the space between the Day and the Night came the Dawn and the Dusk. They were transitional and fluid, bridging the gap between the known and the unknown. 

The Moon and the Earth also became fast friends. The Earth loved the Moon’s calming effect and the Moon loved the Earth’s sense of wonder. The Moon enjoyed playing in the Earth’s water. It was hard to not feel comfortable around the Moon and slowly the Earth began to play again. They would splash water at each other as the Moon passed through while being chased by the Sun. In their play, the Earth and the Moon created the Tide and the Current. 

The Earth loved the Moon and cherished her as a sister. But as she watched the Sun and the Moon, in their relentless play and desire to see the other one happy, she began to feel alone. She knew that she was loved, and could feel that love all around her. But it is difficult to look at the way the Sun and the Moon are so clearly made for one another, and not feel a little left out. 

Determined to not appear jealous or unhappy, the Earth decided to busy herself. Her planet was really coming together. It had plants and seasons and now even the water had tides and currents. She sat with her brother, Time, and watched everything for a while. Time was a nice companion to sit and think with. He was never still, but he was constant and dependable. Eventually she realized what her planet was missing. It needed things to play with one another. It needed life that was free to run and roam, and not rooted in the soil. With this idea in mind, the Earth began to create. 

The Earth created Animals. From the smallest flea to the largest whale. From the gophers burrowing under the dirt to the eagles flying high in the sky. From the solitary tortoise to the pack dwelling wolf. Soon the Earth was full of Animals. 

The Universe watched with pride as the Earth created Animal after Animal. She watched the Earth take breaks to play with the Sun and the Moon and to sit with Time. Even through all of this love, the Universe could see that the Earth was sad. She knew that Time was content in his solitude, that was why she had made the Sun in the first place. But now the Sun had a wife and once again, the Earth was alone. 

The Universe sat and thought about the Earth for a long time. She thought about her daughter's determination to live, her sense of wonder, her ability to be everywhere and nowhere at once. As the Universe thought, something began to take form. He was calm, but not in the same way as the Earth, he was not like the calm before a storm but like the calm that follows after destruction. And thus Death was born. He was disastrous and beautiful, never-ending and final. 

The Earth was immediately enamored by Death. They complemented each other perfectly. Death was still where the Earth was restless, patient where the Earth was strong, understanding where the Earth was determined. It was no surprise when the two fell in love. 

The Earth and Death began to play together, their joy lighting up the Universe. Death loved to chase the Earth and the Earth loved to be chased by Death. In their play they created the Life Cycle and the Afterlife. Just as the Earth and Death chased each other, the Life Cycle and the Afterlife chased each other, running throughout the world giving plants and animals alike the beautiful gift of mortality. 

In her joy, the Earth continued to create. She loved her animals more than she could ever express, but she felt the need to make something more. Once again, she sat with Time and watched everything. After a while she realized what was missing. The animals were alive and they could play, but they couldn’t communicate the way that the gods could. She set out to create new animals, ones that bore a closer resemblance to her and her family. She created a variety of new animals that were bipedal. Some were shorter and preferred the dark, others were taller and preferred the light. Some had wings and could fly, others had gills and could breathe underwater. And thus the Earth created Dwarves and Elves, Faeries and Mermaids. She gave all of her new children the gift of spoken language, so that they may worship the gods in their play. 

The Earth came alive in a new way. All of the different races lived together in harmony, basking in the Sun’s rays and splashing in the Earth’s water. They lived off the plants and animals and shared their joy. They gave thanks to the Earth for their creation, to the Sun for her warmth, to the Moon for her tranquility, to Death for his comfort. These early beings did not fear Death, they honored and celebrated him. Death came at the end of a long and beautiful life, to die meant that you had lived. 

Everything existed in peace and harmony for a very long time. The Earth, the Sun, the Moon, and Death spent their time playing together. Their laughter and joy filled the Universe with warmth and comfort. The Earth even got Time to join in their playing every so often. A great many things were created in their play, and it’s often hard to discern who should get the credit for what. Not that anyone was worried about receiving credit, these things came from all of their play, and that was enough for them. Slowly the Universe became more and more populated as their play left a trail of Stars and Planets. The Sun and the Moon became the ones to tend to these new creations. 

After a while, the Earth went to sit with Time again. She was full of love and pride for all of her creations and enjoyed watching them. After a while she got the desire to create something new. She wanted to create something that had all of the strengths of her current creations. She made them not as short as the Dwarves, but not as tall as the Elves. She did not give them the Faerie’s wings or the Mermaid’s gills, but instead gave them the desire to fly and to swim. She made them as resilient as the Sun, as kind as the Moon, as beautiful as Death. And thus Humans were created. 

The existing races welcomed the Humans with open arms. They showed them how to hunt and gather, how to bask in the Sun’s rays and splash in the Earth’s water, how to worship the gods and welcome Death. 

But the Humans did not want to live as the others did. They did not understand why they should have to worship the gods or welcome Death. They began to see themselves as superior to the older races. That superiority soon bled into hatred. The humans began to imprison or kill the older races for practicing the old ways. Terrified, they prayed to the Earth, their creator, to help them. 

The Earth heard the prayers of her creations and began to weep. How could such a beautiful creation have turned so bitter? She knew that something needed to be done to protect the older races, but she couldn’t bear to turn her back on the Humans. Weeping, she turned to her mother and begged for her help. 

The Universe could not bear to see her daughter in so much pain. She hugged her daughter tightly and promised that she would think of something. After a while the Earth’s sobs began to taper off and the Universe began to think. She was far more fond of the older races, and would have been content to destroy the Humans, but the Earth loved them as well. After a while an idea came to her. She would simply hide the older races from the Humans. She could not bear the thought of condemning them to a life outside of the Earth, nor a life of fear of being found by the Humans. The Universe did something she had not done in a great while, she created something new. 

She took the Earth and created pockets and folds in reality. And thus the Hidden Realms were created. These Realms were just like the current world in every single way, except that they were too confusing and complex for the Humans to access. The older races could come and go from them as they pleased, living in harmony once again. It was not impossible for the Humans to access the Hidden Realms, but it almost never happens, and those that are able to access them must have the correct type of soul to find them.

Upon seeing what the Universe had created, the Earth began to weep again. But they were tears of joy now, because all of her creations were able to continue to exist. 

And this is how the world as we know it came to be. 

[deathemayor]

HEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEE I GOT AN ENGLISH TRANSLATED PATCH OF FE 4 WORKING >:DDDDD I CAN NOW PLAY JUGDRAL

[arolesbianism]

So I may or may not have spent a good chunk of my day trying to learn how to look into onis code and while I may not have yet succeeded I will likely keep fucking around with shit tomorrow and if I manage to succeed it'll spell great doom for my sanity as oni becomes the interest I've officially poured the most effort into analyzing

[wabblebees]

i feel fucking CRAZY. if yall could send some good vibes out into the universe for me thatd be great bc i think im gonna really need it the next few days lmfao

[bunnyb34r]

I'm sure it's growth or something but I miss the old me who would spend their nights reading and enjoying fanart. The me who would spend hours at night writing and editing my works.

Now I just play 1010! or read a few tumblr posts and go to sleep 😩

[nanamisdollie]

his favorite concubine ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

smut, mdni. cw: dubcon, true form sukuna(monster fucking?), use of stomach mouth for freaky purposes <3

just thinking about being one of ryomen sukunas servants who ends up promoted to concubine<3

maybe it was your body that caught his attention, perhaps the way you listened when given orders? was it that you worked quick unlike others who served, or could it have been that you held eye contact when the four eyed beast of a man passed you. it couldve been any of those things that led you to this point;

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

“stop- fuckin’ squirming-“

two of four oversized arms had you bent with your knees beside your ears, hands interlocked behind your neck. you had never been manhandled in such a way, nevermind wondered how a man with four arms would have his way with you.

“if you don’t learn how to stay still-“ another hand comes up to hold your face, forcing you to look at him. theres four eyes all on you “-ill slay you myself. find another woman to breed. you understand?”

its a struggle to nod, so a muffled “mhm~” does the trick..not that he would’ve taken anything other than yes as a proper answer. a concubine did her job of providing pleasure or died, it was that simple to a powerful man like sukuna. an heir would be nice as well, though it wasn’t a must.

a hand falls from your face to wrap around your waist, pulling you up his abdomen. your legs are beginning to cramp, your pelvis hurts, but you don’t dare mention it. he wouldn’t care even if you did.

“mm- ah! wha-” the gasp thats ripped from your chest is abrupt in reaction to something wet between your thighs. its an odd sensation, one that you squirm away from until - SMACK! - on the underside of one of your thighs.

sukuna tightens the full nelsons he bent you into. when he adjusts you higher up, you’re able to get a proper look at just whats probing between your lower lips; his second mouth, trying its best to tongue fuck you open for him.

“stop clenching” a grunt hums against your neck, the lower tongue flattening as it licks a stripe from your leaking hole to your clit “s’ gonna hurt worse if you fight it- just let it happen, woman”

so you do. this was your job as a concubine, you had to remember that.

relaxing your lower half you let him violate you with the mouth. its a sensation unlike anything you've ever felt, though not awful. it makes your cunt drool, softening naturally in preparation for whatever your lord planned to do next.

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"hah! h-holy fuck-!"

"don't speak of holiness while in my quarters" strong firm hips buck up into your own, still held in a mean full nelson that left you spread wide open.

now though, two cocks were coaxing your slit open. you had relaxed all you could like he demanded, his second tongue had gotten you to drip a lewd amount over his lower stomach, and yet even the tips of both were enough to have you shaking.

"mm-lord sukuna! p-please..." tears pricked the corners of your eyes. you couldn't help the overflowing whines and sobs you let out, it was all too much and yet he kept going.

"last time- shit- i checked-" both lengths push further into your weeping cunt, fat tears begin to slip down your flushed cheeks "-concubines werent supposed to- fuckin' take it- talk back to their master"

your heads spinning, you can feel your hole pulsating as it tries to take in every inch of both cocks. they’re not just long, they’re thick, fat even at the tip. every inch burns but theres an underlying pleasure to it that makes you want more.

a lapping at your cheek brings you back to him, heavy eyes glancing towards the monsters face; he’s grinning while licking up your tears, a chuckle reverberates into your back “pretty crier at least…”

sukuna finally, with one powerful thrust, is able to slot both cocks fully inside. it knocks the wind out of you.

the sensation is nothing like anything you’ve ever felt. full, stretched beyond what should be humanly possible, your cunts memorizing every vein as if you were being molded to fit him. your were so fucking dizzy you could hardly keep your eyes open.

smack, smack, smack!

“look at me, look at your lord while you take my cocks”

a firm hand held your face again after a few merciful slaps. once more you were forced to hold eye contact with him

“picked you to be one of my toys…cause’ of the way you looked at me” a deep thrust has his balls smacking your clit and his tips rutting into your cervix “you don’t fuckin’ look away. felt like- ug- you were beggin’ for this”

when he gets no reply he smacks your cheek once again with more force. “tell me. tell your lord that you wanted this”

his hips begin to piston up into you, ripping a yelp from somewhere deep in your chest. its like he’s fucking into your cervix now. your cries, skin slapping, grunts from him bounce of the walls.

“i-i- mmph! wan-wanted this!”

sukuna grunts and picks up the pace of his thrusts, practically snarling into your ear. his breath was blistering against your flushed skin

“wanted- ah! shi- wanted lord kuna!”

another deep chuckle from him makes the burning in your lower stomach begin to grow. your cunt was tightening, choking his lengths. you can hear his grunts become huffs, his pace is slowing.

“wanted kuna so bad? huh?” a whine is all you can muster out“then cum. milk my seed, woman”

the words are so vulgar, and yet they break that tension that had been growing. tears pool down your cheeks once more as you cum, legs shaking in his grasp. you’re sobbing, struggling to catch your breath as your orgasm rips throughout your used body.

just the spasming on your already snug cunt has sukuna busting from both cocks not long after. he growls while pushing his hips flush to your own, balls pressed right up to your clit. you swear you can feel your cervix open up for him, like it needed his seed.

“atta girl…” he huffs out a tired sigh, finally letting your legs fall, his arms falling by his head. you nearly pass out from the pressure release. so dizzy, your legs feel like jelly, your arms are numb, and he’s still pushed all the way inside you.

when you try to move, one of his four arms stops you. your eyes meet and he pulls your back to his chest, two of his other hands coming up to caress your breasts.

“you’re gonna stay here. gotta make sure it takes.” one of the hands on your breasts slips to your lower stomach, brushing it gently “can tell your cunt wants to make me an heir. isnt that right?”

oh to give sukuna an heir. i love u true form sukuna<333

[kalashtars]

[mieltelecheycrema]

confession done that was so easy (covered in sweat and took two days)

[ghastbutlikegay]

ouhhh the time loop......

[honey-tongued-devil]

↞[arcane preference] founding out you were injured in crossfire↠

Since I've created a Bluesky profile and wrote my thesis on Arcane, I'll be posting both old and new drawings there as soon as the time comes. I'm taking advantage of this little space to promote my other social account. honey-tongued.bsky.social Also, I've received both comments and requests, but Tumblr decided I couldn’t post for a week (my internet connection is terrible). I want to let you know that I appreciate them, and I'll get to everything as soon as I can. So, feel free to leave comments, feedback, or requests!

Jayce: 

- This is the worst news he could receive: he's a scholar, he has no idea how to handle these situations, and, most of all, he's forced to confront his pride.  

- Not only was he unable to protect you now, but what if it happens again? Even if he's there, he wouldn't know what to do.  

- What if there's a next time? What if it doesn't turn out as well next time?  

- His self-sabotage leads him to distance himself from you for a few days, not because he doesn't want to be near you while you're hurting, but because he's ashamed of not being able to protect the person he loves.  

- On the bright side, for even just a second, he remembers the original purpose of his research: making the city safe, helping people.  

- But on the negative side, with no one to blame, more than ever, the people of Zaun appear to him as beasts, second-class humans who can't be redeemed in any way.  

- When he finally gathers the courage to see you again, he tries to make amends for everything: for not protecting you, for not being able to, for allowing someone to hurt you, and for not being there during your recovery.  

- He'll literally do anything to be forgiven: every morning you'll find breakfast in bed, if it's cold at night he'll prepare a warmer for your feet, and despite his squeamishness, he'll personally tend to your wounds, even if it makes him feel queasy.

Viktor:

- He tries to help you in every way possible, even ignoring his own pain.  

- He feels sadness, regrets that you went out alone and ended up in such a situation. He can't help but imagine the fear you must have felt, the confusion, and the loneliness when the guards intervened, and you woke up alone in the hospital.  

- He may be a scholar, but first and foremost he's a man with a moral code, and secondly, he's from Zaun: if he has any work, appointments, or lectures, he'll skip them all, maybe muttering a few insults in his thick accent at the most insistent people, and make up for it at night.  

- Plans, ideas, codes, anything – but he won't leave you alone unless you ask him to.  

- He takes care of you meticulously, respecting schedules, bringing you meals in bed, changing your bandages until your skin heals, and you're able to stand on your own again.  

- He doesn't mind helping you – as a chronically ill person who refuses others' help, he's learned to do everything on his own, and he's almost happy that his skills can be useful to someone else.

Ekko:

- Is it something totally normal in the lanes? Yes.  

- Does this stop Ekko from panicking? No.  

- He's the one who finds you and brings you to the others, but he doesn't want, nor can he afford, to be seen panicking. So, he swallows his despair and tries to act as normal as possible while ten other people rush to help you.  

- His face remains expressionless as the most skilled remove debris, clean the wound, stitch your torn flesh, and bandage you, but his foot keeps tapping the floor with force and speed, revealing his anxiety.  

- When the others insist that it's best you stay in the makeshift infirmary, he tries not to protest, but suddenly every moment of the day becomes an excuse to pass by: to bring you stolen sweets from Piltover, to tell you about some expedition, maybe even steal a kiss or fall asleep leaning against your mattress.  

- It's an overwhelming fear, but the fear of losing you makes him unable to think rationally, and all he feels is how much he misses you, even while you're right there with him.

Vander:

- A crossfire from the other side of the river was already a big enough provocation to alert him and prepare to defend the city or, if absolutely necessary, to strike back.  

- But you, as an accidental victim, are a huge problem.  

- He doesn’t have the heart to pull away from you, and when he does, he can’t help but feel frustrated, angry at himself, knowing he hasn’t been able to keep his city under control like he promised—to you, to Piltover, to everyone.  

- He’ll ask for your forgiveness by kissing the scarred skin every day, even if you insist it’s not his fault, and if you remember even one of the faces, he’ll go and handle the problem.  

- Not with violence, unless necessary, but it’s not about personal justice; rather, it’s about protecting the other citizens of the alleys too.  

- Even after you’ve healed, he’ll insist it’s absolutely necessary to carry you everywhere you need to go, claiming a very good doctor told him so.  

- And the memory of the scar will be tiny compared to all the marks Vander has left on you.  

Silco:

- Private justice is absolutely the first option, even though you were an accidental victim.  

- He’ll call all his goons and associates for a meeting while you’re still bedridden, to see if they’ve heard, seen, or been involved in any armed conflict, and if he doesn’t get a face or a name from them, he’ll turn to the brothel, the house of all information,  

- Until he finds who hurt you and makes sure they can’t do it again.  

- Silco isn’t fazed by blood or open wounds, but despite having enough experience to handle it himself, at least on the first day, he’ll take you to Singed to make sure you’re in the best condition.  

- In the following days, he’ll take care of you himself, but he has pride, a façade, and little emotional communication skills, so he won’t openly show how worried he is, relying entirely on the fact that you don’t know about the murder of your assailant and remember nothing of the visit to Singed.  

- But the only reason you heal so well and so quickly is that, even if he doesn’t know how to express it, all the love he feels is poured into the care he gives you.  

Jinx:

- Flashbacks. So many. Too many.  

- At some point, she’ll even convince herself that she’s the one who shot you, leading to a complete breakdown.  

- She punches her head, scratches herself without realizing it, her nose bleeds, and her eyes are bloodshot.  

- It takes her a while to convince herself that she wasn’t the one who shot you, even though the hallucinations overlap images of you with memories of her armed, creating waking nightmares that feel increasingly real.  

- As much as she’d like to ask her father for help, even just to give you a cleaner room, she feels responsible and is too scared that if she stays away from you, you’ll forget her. That’s why she sets up a little space for you and takes care of you herself, though not always painlessly.  

- She’s pulled bullets out of her own body more times than not after missions; what might seem like dangerous, delicate work to someone else is almost routine for her by now.  

- Once she has a suspicion of who might have done it, she’ll make sure they learn their lesson. 

 

Vi:

- Anger.  

- Why were you out alone? Why didn’t you leave as soon as you saw the crowd getting too big? Why were you in that area?  

- But her anger is just panic pouring out like a flood, the fear of not being able to protect the one she loves twists her stomach, making her feel like she might throw up, like she’s dying inside.  

- None of those questions mean she blames you, but she doesn’t know how to feel, what to think, or even what to do.  

- She’ll do everything to help you—bandaging you, cleaning your wounds, staying silent and giving her full attention to make up for not being there when you needed her, even though that’s not true.  

- And when the scar forms, she’ll kiss it every single day, every single night, like a little ritual between the two of you.  

Caitlyn:

- Safety first.  

- She’ll be the one to assess how bad the injury is, and if there are any foreign objects in your body, there’s a good chance she’ll try to handle it herself, even though at first it might seem a bit barbaric.  

- She’ll give you the guest room and call the family doctor to make sure you’re okay, that you don’t need anything else, and she’ll take care of what’s necessary, even teasing you a bit to hide her worry.  

- "A bullet in the leg from being caught in crossfire? Very vintage, I must say."  

- What you won’t know is that she’ll quietly increase security, not in an oppressive way, but just enough to make both you and the other citizens feel safer.  

- Her family won’t get involved directly, but they won’t stop her either. Sometimes Cassandra herself will make sure her daughter finds the tray to bring up to you, though she’ll never be too open about it.  

- The perfect rehabilitation? Long walks in the villa’s garden, so you can stop for some cookies or tea when you get tired.  

Mel:

- Flashbacks, but less personal than Jinx’s.  

- Her mother would call her weak if she knew how it kills her to see someone barely scratched by crossfire, and that realization soon turns into frustration, which then becomes anger.  

- She tries to stay calm, but her voice sounds like she’s scolding you, and then like she’s scolding the servants, or anyone else who crosses her path.  

- Two hours of lecture if you’re lucky—why you shouldn’t go out without a guard, why you shouldn’t put yourself in dangerous situations, why the enforcers are utterly useless and can’t find anyone responsible, even though the fight was so intense.  

- She’ll focus entirely on the bureaucratic side because little Mel was never taught how to deal with strong emotions, and she’s definitely feeling them now but can’t afford that vulnerability, even though she knows you’re safe.  

- She won’t take care of you herself, but she’ll always stay in the room. Not because she doesn’t want to, to be clear, but because she wants you to have the best care possible and prefers to leave it to a top professional rather than her inexperienced hands.  

- In return, she’ll triple the amount of affection and caresses—more to calm herself than you, but you won’t be the one to complain.  

Sevika:

- She needs a moment.  

- She knows she has to report to Silco that there was a firefight, that someone is threatening the people, but part of her just wants to grab those responsible and crush their heads with her bare hands, doing both you and her boss a favor. Yet, another part of her doesn’t want to leave you alone or take you with her.  

- She knows how to handle these things; she’s lost an arm, and Silco’s goons often come back in worse shape, which is why she’ll take care of you herself, in complete silence.  

- She’ll wait until you’re asleep to place a water bottle, a glass, some painkillers, and some bread on the nightstand next to your bed. And when she’s sure you’re fully asleep, she’ll leave a soft kiss on your forehead before putting on her cloak and heading out to the Last Drop.  

- There, she’ll release her anger in a brawl or two, talk to her boss, and search for the reason why she feels so awful at the bottom of her third glass of whiskey.