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HIIIII PEEPS!!!

Random starter hit the heart.

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HIIIII PEEPS!!!

Random starter hit the heart.

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⸻{ Emergency Commissions }⸻

Open through my Ko-Fi until the amount for rent, food & medication is restored ; v ; ♥ ; also offering Pay What you Want options right from $1 ; every amount is helpful ♥

♥ feel free to DM for any info ! ! ! ♥ Accepting also CashApp / PayPal / Fiverr ; feel free to ask ; v ; ♥

More info of situation below the cut:

Hi, everyone! I hope you all have a precious day! (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠ ；⁠) Recently I had the horrible news of relatives that I deeply used to trust, who were keeping a significant amount of money in cash that belongs to me, ended using it without my permission (nor my knowledge, & probably were going to keep it secret, until I asked to go in taxi for it & the beans were spilled).

I'm beyond heartbroken & anxious over this: These saved funds were supposed to be given to me at the start of this month, yet, when I asked for it last week, I was solely told they were spent on an “unexpected inconvenience” without much explanation beyond that…

This money was supposed to cover medications for my mom, rent, food & was a significant part of emergency funds since neither my mom nor I has health insurance. She's a disabled elderly person with anxiety & depression, whose only caretaker is myself, who is also a chronically in pain person.

So! I’m openning Emergency Commissions, in order to attempt to recover at least a part of the emergency funds.

I also offer pay what you want commissions starting on $1 or surprise doodles for a ko-fi bought if that fits your agenda!

I can also translate from English to Spanish in case you need that. Honestly even just sharing this helps me a lot. Reblogs are deeply appreciated too!

Thank you so much for reading me ♥ Have a nice day, friend! ♥

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@piltover-sharpshooter - Continued Ask - What if Vi sprouted to 6' 8''???

Vi glanced down at herself, how tall she had gotten and how broad her body became. She practically stood over Caitlyn now and dwarfed the woman in comparison. She didn't know how it happened, though the inkling of how often Caitlyn, Mel, and LeBlanc often made sure she had plenty of protein rich foods and never missing a meal probably did it.

The sweet little red streaks on Caitlyn's cheeks made her smile as her tail swished around happily as she got a little kiss. "Hotter then you? Your kidding!" Vi chuckled and now it was Vi's turn for those red marks against her cheeks. Her red hair had started to lighten a bit, mixing between pink and red due to being in the sunlight more.

"I don't know what you girls did and don't know how I sprouted but," Vi looked down at her feet and shrugged. "Do you like it? Me being this tall that is? I still out like a mushroom among piltover though, people don't stop staring…." They stared before, because she was a zaunite. But now she was massive and people stared even more.

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Every overwhelming rage in her head started to visibly show through tears. Her mind could not slow down, couldn’t silence the screams of her own hatred that drove her deeper into a pit of pity. What did she have to give to anyone anymore? What good could she offer a world that kept turning her away? She thought at one point she could find acceptance. Monster and Vi, both loved, both wanted.... but it was clear even from the woman she loved that wasn’t the truth. She was too monster for Piltover, too human for Zaun.

Where could she exist except in Stillwater? In the prison, alone, ashamed, to die on the ground. Despite the deepest holes she fell into, as much as she wanted the world to take her out; she still lived. Anytime she got hit hard enough, she wondered if that’s when Kindred would finally take her.

And what a shame she would be to Zaun, to her family, to Caitlyn... to Jinx. That she would die by Lamb’s arrow. She wouldn’t fight, she wouldn’t put up a struggle. She would just sit there on her knees and beg Lamb to finish her. And yet, she would wake up the next morning, bruised and bloody and still having to move her steps forward, despite falling backwards.

Jinx’s shout didn’t help, as she moved her hands and pressed them to her face. Too much ,she was too much! Even Jinx was shouting her name now as if she needed to be reprimanded. After her scream, Vi wrapped her arms around her head, pressing her forearms against her skull so tightly and blocking her ears. Stifling sobs echoed against her face as the black makeup and grease smeared down her cheeks.

It didn’t dawn on her the way Jinx’s hand slipped into her pants until suddenly, those fingers slipped between her legs and the thumb pressing against her clit. It sent a shock of electricity through her body, and her mind just froze. Her silver blue eyes were wide, staring at Jinx’s stomach as she sucked in a breath as her thumb pressed down again and started to rub and wildly tease her. For a moment, Vi had to process; was Jinx trying to mutilate her body down there? No... no, she was... it was pleasure. The stimulation throbbed as Vi struggled to break herself out of her frozen state. Her breath shuddered from her lips as she closed her eyes.

This isn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want her there. And yet, Vi didn’t push her away, she didn’t shove her back in disgust. In truth, Vi didn’t think she deserved any help. Her hands moved to cover her face as Jinx licked at her ear and whispered sweetly to her.

Her words echoed, and for a moment she could hear Caitlyn. Her sleek, refine voice taunting her, teasing her. The way Vi loved her control, stepping down against her chest and demanding she get wet for her. But this wasn’t Caitlyn, this.... this was wrong. So why did she get wet? Her core clenched as she shuddered, pressing her feet down against the ground. Her eyes blindfolded behind that black cloth, and her hand slowly moved down toward her neck, gripping it. She didn’t choke herself, but her own paw applied pressure to her throat.

“Hrrrnnn,” Vi whimpered softly, unable to say yes or no, anyway. Her free hand reached down, grabbing Jinx’s wrist. complications linger; to pull her hand away to make her stop, or to surrender and allow Jinx to use her. Perhaps this is what Jinx needed, not herself. She could be of some use to Jinx, maybe... she could be a tool. It’s what she always was after all. And so Vi slowly released Jinx’s wrist and instead reached for Jinx’s free hand, not in her pants.

That hand guided Jinx’s other hand to her throat, and Vi surrendered to it. Not only could Jinx pleasure her, that hand to her throat could easily kill her. Her fangs growled slightly, hating the fact that the pressure to her clit made her wet, seeping between the folds of her vagina. How easy it was to feel the pressure as her legs spread apart. Vi bared her fangs, taking a few deeper breaths as Jinx’s finger continue to rub back and forth, adding more pleasure, which started to blind her thoughts. She rolled onto her back, moving her hand up to her forehead and dragging her fingers through her hair. The darkness of her eyes, the smell of pheromones floating through the air. A mixture of scents; Jinx laying next to her, Vi’s own sweat, and Caitlyn’s bare scent upon the banner.

She arched her back as her tail hit down on the table. No pain, Jinx didn’t try to kill her or lure her into a trap. That touch just as encouraging and wanton as Caitlyn’s. Except now it came from someone who shouldn’t do this.

And Vi wasn’t stopping her.

Even though Jinx would never admit it out loud, she was intimately familiar with externalising one's inner turmoil. Even now, as she led Vi towards the desk so her sister could lie down upon it, her gaze categorised everything she saw. The broken bottles and smashed chair pieces caged how you could move in this space. Each step seemed to carry a flurry of dust with it. Crickets skittered away from their feet. The faucet dripped obnoxiously irregularly. The walls, sink, and toilet had signs of wear and wanton destruction. Vi must have kicked and punched against certain parts in the room until things broke. White charcoal lines counted the days on a wall, crossed out whenever Vi hit the number five. She must have been tracking her time in this space for months.

Is this what Stillwater was like?

Jinx had only seen the prison once, back when Sevika and she had busted out Isha and half of Zaun. It had been creepy, sure, and uncanny, but even back then, Jinx had never fully been able to take it as seriously as she probably should. When you had realised how weak Enforcers were, once you actually put them at the end of a barrel for a change, you really could not respect anything of theirs anymore. Thus, even when entering that iron beast's belly, Jinx had just not found it in her to be scared.

That did not mean she did not find the place deplorable and disgusting. Jinx had not forgotten what the Enforcers had done on the bridge so many years ago. It probably had been a mercy that she had never seen the shot which killed her mother. However, even as Powder, she had seen the Enforcers gun down innocent people, invade the Undercity, and roughhouse its denizens. She was no fool. Anyone who donned the blue was an enemy. Vi had been an enemy when she had donned the blue.

Still, the parts of the prison she had seen, while cold and desolate, maybe even a bit spooky, had not yet been as dread-inducing as the horror stories survivors liked to talk about. They spoke of cells without sunlight, strange, brown mush with gelatin for food, beatings with bayonets and hard labour to the point you could collapse from exhaustion. They spoke of a hellhole, which could easily become your coffin if you were not careful. Had that been Vi's Stillwater? But why could she don the blue then? Wouldn't she oppose the idea more than anything else?

"Oh, Vi...", Jinx whispered under her breath as her purple gaze fell upon her sister. Violet lay curled up on the desk, which served as her bed. Her fur was bristling, and she had pressed her hands against the back of her neck. Her tail curled tightly around her calves as if it sought out a friction to soothe her. She had pulled the measly blanket over herself as if she wanted to shrink into it. She looked so godawfully small like this. Nothing like the vicious, competent brute who had attempted to kill her. Normally, if another predator was injured, there was a high chance that its kin would abandon it, especially when there was a chance it could no longer be taken care of.

But sometimes, the bonds of family were closer than any instinct. Vi may have tried to kill her multiple times, but had Jinx been any better? She had invaded Vi's private space multiple times, tied her up, and even used drugs on her for her own benefit. It may not have been an attempt to kill, but was it that much better? And when Vi had finally decided to attempt to kill her in earnest, especially after destroying Pow-Pow, Jinx had retaliated with just as much violence.

She had never assumed she could be so intolerant of her own sister, but with Isha entering her life, and Vi making it clear over and over again, how she was willing to kill her, Jinx caught herself having moments where she was more than willing to break the already frail bond of siblinghood apart. After all, Vi had been so determined to treat her as a monster that Jinx had chosen to jump headfirst into the accusation. If Vi wanted to be the slayer of a beast so badly, Jinx would become the most terrifying dragon she had ever seen.

And yet seeing Vi so small and hurt... It was easy sitting down next to her. It was easy to groom her hair, brushing her fingers over her scalp. It was easy to purr and murmur words of comfort. Vi clumsily wrapped her arms around her waist and snuggled closer to her. Jinx leaned forward a touch, entrapping Vi in the warm embrace of her body, the quiet gurgle of her intestines and the ever-searching, swift motions of her fingertips. Her sister's body quivered and quaked underneath her, her touch feeling out hairs standing on edge.

There was an unspeakable tension in the air. Heavy and cloying like the Grey when it had settled in the Arcade. Vi seemed locked in a stalemate between relaxing and tensing up. The longer this silence went on, the stalemate started to shift, and Jinx's concerns grew with every whimper Vi unleashed. It was like someone or something was cleaving her sister's skull open. Her fingers flexed, digging gouges into the wood. Her voice became less articulated as if she were regressing.

"Vi!", Jinx whisper-shouted in worry. The hand resting underneath Vi's wrapping, sprawled out and gingerly pressed down upon the coiling muscles, massaging them in slow circles to soothe them. She inched closer as if she wanted to completely engulf Vi in her embrace. Maybe if she lay on top of her, lay with her the way this traitor did, she would calm down, she would be fine. Isha had once helped her when she had lain on top of her during a panic attack. Was this a panic attack, too?

"Nnnnnnnaaaaaahhhh!"

The faucet's dripping suddenly felt too loud. The table creaked under their shared weight. There was a screw loose, right? That was what made that wiggling, squeaking sound. Jinx ground her teeth together, feeling Vi's turmoil crash over her like a sea of blood. Massive jaws clamped down upon Jinx's legs - Did they belong to a tiger's maw or a long, sea reptilian muzzle? She could not say - and attempted to drag her further under. NO! Whatever Vi was feeling, Jinx could not allow it to touch her. Even if Mylo was whispering that she was bound to mess it up, like she always did. Vi needed her right now. She could not just sit idly by.

Vi's roar was bone-chilling because of its familiarity. The splatter of spit helped Jinx claw her way back to the present. Looking down at her sister, who helplessly clutched her temple, for a few seconds, the images blurred together and Jinx saw Powder pound her own skull, pulling at her hair, shrieking and spitting. Vi needed some way to refocus her mind. Something to tether her to the real world. Jinx briefly remembered what she had done almost immediately after the fight in the Janna temple. When the world had been too loud and too noisy, when her mind just could not rest, her fingers and imagination had provided that rest. Even now, she still remembered the dampness and tightness of Vi's vagina, the roughness of her fingers as she was shoved deeper and deeper, the raspy breaths...

Her fingers had gone to work before her mind had caught up with the plan. Soft, sensitive folds bent under her touch. Vi was not yet wet, though the air was ripe with anticipation. Jinx thought for a moment before her middle and pointing fingers pushed the folds aside. Her thumb sought the clitoris, sitting at the top. Pressing down on it, Jinx slowly rocked her thumb back and forth, stimulating her sister. The touch was vigorous and a bit wild, yet there was a certain care in it. Jinx did not seek to hurt Vi in such a sensitive area.

Leaning over her sister, Jinx nipped and licked at one of Vi's ears, whispering under her breath: "Come on, Tiger Mummy. Get wet for me. You want me inside, don't you? Squirming and wiggling, massaging and licking your walls. Making you feel nice and full. You want something yummy, don't you?"

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I may not be cut out for "make something new every day/every three days" challenges (I don't think anyone is tbh) but I will serve full meals hot and spicy 🥵

This one has been in the works for a while but I can happily say that Vi's tattoos are about as accurate as can be without having the original source files!

You can support my art and find the uncensored version on patreon ✨ (a nip as a treat)

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🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

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Caitvi Scenes: 20/? ↳ Vi gets worried about Caitlyn during the "family dinner".

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💙CaitVi❤️

Cr.: Tamias

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Wanna start a fight club?

Some 2XKO Vi sketches

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Caitvi Scenes: 23/? ↳ "Make her go away. Please. Send her on her way and… And you can have Powder back."

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I feel like I need to make this note again, since people are just... now realizing I was serious? or maybe didn't read my last note. this is shorter but...

I am exploring the dark topic of incest. No, I am not validating it, no I do not believe it should be celebrated. No, I am not getting wet in my pants because they are kissing. This is a dark subject that comes with consequences and what stems from it. No, they will not be lovers, no this is not a super sweet ship, this is dark and troubling and what not .... blah blah blah.

Sorry, I'm just, I feel disappointed in myself, because I am upset. Its something i want to psychologically explore and in a means of trying to figure out why and how things happen and how people cope with it in the end. and I feel like I'm already getting labelled in a bad way.

Guess, I just want to make it clear, I am exploring it but exploring it does not equal me approving or saying it is right.

don't know why I feel the need to post this again but yeah, guess I'm just upset.

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Fantastic🍒🦋

insta | bsky

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@shimmerbeasts - Continued Ask

Bang Bang Bang.

Pound Pound Pound.

Each hammer of the steps ricocheted off the walls, caused Vi’s heart to stammer. Her eyes flicked upward, glancing at the window, fearful of seeing a flash of blue pass by. Shit, shit, shit! They knew she was here, she was going to be captured. Already she could feel the heavy steel lines wrap around her neck. Vi would lash out, trying to attack the Enforcer that had noose her with a pole.

“Keep her back! Those claws will rip out your stomach,” one would shout, and in her distraction to attack the one that noose her, another would get around her. “There we go, almost there!” Vi would claw, lash her teeth, snap her jaws. Only for a third noose to go around her throat. Three enforcers on her left and right, and one at her back, forcing her to move in a specific direction. And just for added cruelty, she would feel a fourth steel noose, but this one forced between her teeth, the poles pushed forward to lock the nooses in place. She could claw her with hands, fight and resist, but they would direct her in the end to wherever they lead her off to.

No doubt these enforcers must have those poles, or the heavy thick shackles. Maybe they had a tranquilizer gun. Vi’s shimmer purple eyes searched for a place to hide. Under the bed? No, she already left the smear of blood on the floor where she sat. Why was it so quiet?!

Then she heard footsteps moving closer and closer. Vi buried her face in her knees, putting her hands against her head. Go away, please go away! Her throat tightened, fearing the worse. They were waiting for her.

Why did she think that being with Caitlyn would cure her of the madness of the monster? Why did she think being in the sunlight — the golden rays of Piltover — Refine, proper nation, could cure her? Jinx.... Jinx said she couldn’t escape her, but she had to. She had to kill this monster!!! Why could she not kill it? The slow open of the door caused Vi to suddenly growl, threatening anyone who might come in. But Caitlyn’s voice called out instead and requested her not to panic.

Too late.

Her heart pounded against her chest, threatening to erupt. She was sure her chest would explode, blood spraying everywhere and the dirty black heart hitting the ground, thumping away. Her hands moved from the side of her head to press against her chest so not to let the gory scene happen. “Ggghr,” Vi tried to talk, but she struggled to get her voice to work. Dammit, she had to talk, she had to talk. “Rhh... rra... bad... fight,” she struggled to form the words, gruff against her feline vocalizations.

Slowly she turned her head up, the shimmer pink eyes blending with silver blue. The glow of the shimmer still throbbed against her neck, showing where her skin had healed. Ugly edges where that chomper had ripped into her throat and the shimmer instantly healed. “Monss... ssster... eeeh.... me,” Vi buried her head and clenched her hand against the back of her neck, her claws cutting into her skin in self-loathing.

Her other hand slowly released the collar. Some of the deer fur stuck to the edges, the Kiramman sigil splattered in blood. She dropped it down and then moved her hand away from it to curl into herself. The tiger whined pitifully and fearfully. “Don’t… lock up... please... no Stillwater. No,” The words were choppy, and she struggled to form sentences. “Broken... Can’t... fix broken monster,” Vi’s arms wrapped around her knees this time, burying her face into herself.

She had to be there for Cait in this terrible time, but now she couldn’t protect her. She failed again. Every time she tried to protect someone, she failed miserably. “No Stillwater.... rather die,” Tears burned against her eyes as she pressed them harder against her knees. She covered her cake covered face, from her cheeks down to her chin covered in blood, and her neck caked in it too. Vi lifted her head, staring at her bloody hands. Her palms quaked in front of her, shaking as she gave the truth to Caitlyn to do with what she will. But her eyes darted toward the door, expecting enforcers to beat it down at any point. And then, just as she had been, buried her face into her knees again and pressed her hands against her neck.

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my favourite dysfunctional sisters

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Caitlyn curled into Vi’s body, her back aching as her arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her bloody hands wrapped around her stomach and slowly peered up at Vi. She moved her hand up to brush against her cheek, blood smearing her face once more to push away those salty tears.

Vi never failed to be understanding and supportive; but Caitlyn also feared her own weakness. Just when she had a shred of control, did it shatter in her hands. It wasn’t even glass, her control crumbled like chalk between her fingers, leaving a dusty residue of what could have been. Caitlyn’s nose scrunched up, overwhelmed by her own metallic blood. What made it worse was how Vi’s scent started to mingle with the metallic hint. Musky and sandalwood melding with iron rich metal.

Predators would stalk creatures that bleed just a little; and Caitlyn had coated Vi like a sacrificial offering with her back. Perhaps only her apex predator girlfriend, however, could be covered in her blood without being attacked.

The purr instantly caused Caitlyn to lean in closer, feeling it pulsating through her body. It echoed through muscle and bone, deep into her soul. Caitlyn choked on her sobs and nodding her head, grateful for Vi’s understanding, gentle tone.

The sound of thumping feet briefly caught Caitlyn’s ears, but she didn’t register it was one of the cleaner boys she had hired. Instead of looking to see who they ran into, the gently hush of Vi’s lips made Caitlyn close her eyes and just stay close to the purring. As Vi lowered her down to the bench, Caitlyn instinctively hugged her tightly, digging in her claws. A silent don’t let me go in her reaction like a baby kitten fearing to be dropped. But the gentle movement and hushed comfort allowed Caitlyn to retract her claws and sat down on the bed.

Her paw started to pat at her hair, knocking it to the side, over and over until she hissed at herself. Why didn’t she put her hair up before hitting herself? As her hair slapped her cheek again, she reached up and bit at her hair, growling and tasting the blood sticky to it. A quick reaction made her spit her hair out and turned to lay down on the bench. She lowered her head down and wrapped her hands around the back of her head to press her paws against it.

Shuddering shakes continue to happen periodically over her skin. As she buried her head, goosebumps rose on the flesh remaining on her back. Bloodshot eyes turned to look at Vi, seeing the towel and the fresh water. “Okay,” she sobbed through her words, finally able to speak a little, though shaky at best. A part of her knew she needed a bath. The blood stuck to her entire body, her legs and hair, all over her back and hips. Her usually finely brushed fur on her shoulders always held a refine shine; now clumped and knotted from all the blood.

Her fingers slipped into her shorts and tugged them off with her underwear, staring at them stained in her blood. She flung them to the side, hissing from the pull of skin on her back as she shuddered and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Bloody… hell,” she whimpered and leaned forward. Any movement made the flesh squish and move and Caitlyn could only imagine what damage she had done. Scars upon scars on her back; first Jinx, then Evelynn and now her own hand. It hadn’t been the first time she remembered performing the act for Evelyn herself. The flavor of self torture must have been new. The first time she developed her torture chamber, sitting on the same part of the ground, the fire burning in front of her. Evelyn sitting like a god on a throne as Caitlyn mutilated herself for her while subserviently on her knees. It’s the first time she heard the words “just one more hit, you can take it. Just for me, little dove,”.

The pulsing migraine throbbed inside of her head as she turned and laid down on the bench, forgetting Vi had been cleaning away the blood from her back where the wounds were not most prevalence. Her mind drifted, shifting between breaking from her body and dissociating but refusing to let go. Her tail laid limp, not even flicking, a cause for concern because of her severe injury. Shivers could be visibly seen now as she shuddered involuntarily against the bench.

Her stomach twisted as nausea and Caitlyn’s hand pressed up against her mouth. Suddenly Caitlyn lunged herself forward, crawling toward the trashcan and her head leaned over, losing her entire dinner from that evening. Her throat wretched and gagged before pulling away. The back of her hand rubbed against her lips, disgusted at the taste on her lips now. The scent made her nose scrunch and dried, heaved slightly. She pushed the trash can away and tried to crawl back to the bench and Vi.

Exposed flesh always held something uncanny to Vi, even to Pink. She remembered the nights when Needle-Jim locked her into a cool room with nothing but a butchered cow carcass, dangling from a hook, demanding that she sit down and not touch the meat. The overtly pungent smell, that assault of the senses, was hard to forget. Few experiences rivalled this challenge to her sense of smell. Caitlyn Kiramman, how she had been at the end of the tea party, was the only thing which came close to it.

It didn't matter that Caitlyn had worn that Enforcer uniform. The heavy, pungent smell of blood had clogged up her nose. It had permeated the air so much that Vi had felt like she was about to throw up. So much red, even down to the velvet cupcake. Too red for the treat to simply be enjoyed. Too pungent.

Vi still remembered how Jinx had goaded her on. Telling her they should take Caitlyn out so they might feast on her meat together. As things ought to be. She had even been manic enough to smear some of the cupcake's frosting against Vi's mouth, forcing her to involuntarily lick it up. So much red. Too much iron in the taste. Not even the sugar could overpower it.

That same, awfully familiar scent of blood was in the air again. Her heart hammered in her chest. Pink's green eyes remained glued to the whip gashes on Caitlyn's body. Her mate was more scarred than Vi remembered. Maybe because a part of her had not been willing to confront it herself. There were markings, gashes and slashes which might be new, but there was no way Pink could know for sure. What was Jinx's work? What was Evelynn's? Why did it feel like these two things blended into one another?

White lines flickered across the edges of Caitlyn's wounds, partly covering up the worst of the mutilated back. Maybe that was for the best. The static in her ears was louder than before. No, it wasn't static. Pink could simply hear her pulse. Vi seemed to bleed back into her. The Zaunite shook her head vigorously to keep the more animalistic part of herself in the forefront. Pink and Baroness were meant to protect Vi. They could face these bloodied sights without spiralling. They refused to spiral. That was not what they were meant to be here for.

Thankfully, Caitlyn pulled them out of this conversation. Hard, yet oddly dull, green eyes turned towards her mate, and her brows rose. Caitlyn had known? Jinx had told her? Why would she do such a thing? What could possibly compel her to do this? It did not matter. The cat was out of the bag anyway. Maybe that was another reason why Vi had been so hesitant to speak on all of this.

After all, there was a lot more than just some ethical dilemma going on, which these Pilties were so fond of. No, Pink had willingly slept with Jinx, her mate's tormentor. And someone who had been willing to see her own sister suffer if it got her what she wanted. Yet it had felt good. It had worked. Still, Pink was certain that without her or Baroness, Vi would have never had the ice in her veins necessary for such an action.

Caitlyn did not seem to be doing too well either. She had wrapped her arms around her body. The sensation of pain, which emanated from her body in waves, had started to spike. "Caitlyn", asked Pink with clear concern in her voice, Vi swinging in her actions. Listening to the Sheriff and the Prince explain Caitlyn's conundrum and the type of torment she put herself under because of her self-hatred, Pink snorted in shock and disbelief. And here I thought Vi's self-hatred was hard to top.

Evelynn. A name that meant nothing to Pink. However, of course, Caitlyn had it in her library, because of course, she had. It must mean that it was some kind of monster. Often, it was easy for Vi to forget that outside of the chemicals and hextech, they lived in a deeply magical world. A world where the term monster was not just some random buzzword. Monsters were very real and very dangerous. It was another reason why Vi loathed how much Jinx emulated them. They were already different due to their Vastayan nature. However, by aligning oneself with the meaning of the word monster, one causes more harm than good.

"Don't worry, Boss", Baroness said as her expertise became more important than Pink's bluntness, "I will handle this." It would be a lot more than just making sure that Caitlyn's wounds were tended to and taken care of. No, if the Prince offered her such a source of information, Baroness would take it. And she would likely demand the knowledge of a new friend.

As soon as Caitlyn tried to so foolishly take care of herself, she immediately was about to fail at the first hurdle: Getting off the bed. Vi quickly swept in, having again full control, and caught her wounded girlfriend under the arms. Picking her up like a bride, one arm supporting her legs, the other one her back, Vi peered down at her and gave a comforting smile. "Easy there, Cupcake. Let's get you cleaned up and tended to."

She started to move, carrying Caitlyn out of the horrifying harvest room. Her girlfriend's body was slick with blood, and even though the smell clogged up her nose and filled her mind with flashes of Jinx, circling around her like a hungry vulture, goading her on to feast, Vi pressed on. Caitlyn's legs were smeared in red, and the liquid on her back smeared against Vi's shirt, making the fabric damp. Her one good eye was glassy with pain.

As Caitlyn clung to her, sobbing and trapped in her well of emotions, Vi purred low, letting the sound ripple through her body and pass into Caitlyn's. She spoke: "It is okay, Caitlyn. Everything will be fine. I'll tend to you. You do not have to apologise for not knowing how to clean yourself up." As they continued to head through the large mansion, looking for a medical bay room, Vi ran into Hrairoo, a young rabbit Vastaya and a cleaner's boy in the Kiramman household.

His ears twitched in alarm before they folded against his head as he looked at Caitlyn with an expression of shock. Vi stared at him and called: "Don't just stand there, Hrairoo! Fetch me some catnip, fresh bandages, antiseptic salve and swabs. Go!"

"Right away, Violet."

Stomping the ground rapidly, sending a rapid, silent warning signal of urgency across the mansion, Hrairoo bolted away to find the required items. Vi hushed Caitlyn as she entered one of the rooms, which must have been used by Tobias to tend to wounds. Easing Caitlyn onto a hard, cushioned, flat bench, Violet looked around the room filled with cabinets and chairs. Finding a clean towel, she wet it under the sink and walked over to Caitlyn.

"I am not gonna touch your wounds", Vi said as she brought the wet towel into contact with Caitlyn's skin and gently began to wipe away the spilt blood, "I am just gonna clean the dried blood away. Hrairoo will be here soon. Then we can patch you up properly."