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im ashamed to admit that my faggusty tendencies have returned in the form of simping for a new fictional character aka this fucker

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I love making girly oc’s and shipping them with gross looking rat guys❤️❤️❤️

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SUMMARY: Up until the end Isaac Foster's pretty sure he despises his new companion - you're too much like Ray and yet not. A/N: I have no idea what I'm doing and the title (translation: towards better things) probably doesn't make sense either :) WARNINGS: Can be read as either platonic or romantic, murder, death at the end

Zack thinks he dislikes you.

He KNOWS he dislikes you from the moment he discovered the withering corpses still lying in their beds and you were raiding the house, because not only did you get there before him (not like he actually planned on breaking in to that particular house beforehand, but he had to lie low for a while and no one gets in his way) but you also had that stupidly boring look on your face as you stuffed your mouth full from purloined snacks, half in, half out from the fridge. Those clothes probably didn’t belong to you either.

Stupidly boring like Ray, but at least Ray had been working on it. She even managed to pull an interesting expression for him when they completed their pact.

It annoyed him, because there was now no joy in slicing your head off. You just looked up when he entered and began complaining in annoyance, chewing methodically, eyes not even bothering to blink. They didn’t move away from him, but it wasn’t like there was any interest or curiosity in them either. They simply were.

“How does a damn runt like you even kill people?” Zack glares down at you, hefting up his scythe. You don’t even flinch at his decibel level, continuing to poke around the fridge. You looked, if not exactly innocent, then incapable of even having any murderous urges needed to slash up all those bodies upstairs. There wasn’t even a speck of blood on you, but he had his suspicions after coming across a flooding bath tub. You didn’t even have a weapon on you.

When you speak your voice is as dead as your face. He wishes you were dead but you were so boring. “Do you want some?”

“HAR?”

He definitely dislikes you. You’re so dull you actually robotically split your meal in half to share with him, but Zack had to admit he was kind of hungry and you had chips.

Your face doesn’t change when you finished eating, standing up to brush the crumbs off yourself. “Were you planning to come here?”

“Not really.” Zack wipes his mouth, scowling at how even though you’re asking a question, indicating you’re curious and you could feel (he was wondering if you were really one of those creepy talking dolls, because you certainly acted and looked like one), but you didn’t even bother phrasing your statement like a question. You really knew how to take the fun out of killing. “Just came here to hide for a while. Kill anyone inside, take over, ya know.”

“Is someone after you?”

Police and everybody in the world. “Probably, but like they could even catch me.”

“Oh. Okay.” You gesture at the back door. “We should probably go then. One of them managed to get to a phone.”

Before you got to them, Zack hears, but you’re already on your way out of the kitchen. “Why the hell should we go? And why “we”? There’s no we. I just met you, I don’t even know you!”

You stop. He guessed you were surprised at his words; you tell him your name and stare expectantly. Zack wants to explode. “Whatever! Why are we leaving when we’ve just got here?”

“I said they got to a phone…? Are you…?” Are you making fun of him? Ain’t no way. Your expression is too much of an inanimate object to be mocking him. Zack’s offended anyway. “The police will be coming soon unless you want to be caught. I know another house to hide out.”

He’s frustrated, but you kind of remind him of Ray. He’s not the best at planning ahead, so if you could…well, he’ll just stick around long enough to use you and when you get a more interesting expression (you have to, or he’ll force on out of you), you’ll be gone.

“Fine.”

Right on cue he can hear sirens in the distance. Whether or not he wants to he has to leave anyhow, but he still curses as he runs out after you, leaving the door hanging and squeaking on its hinges.

Zack still dislikes you. You’re too calm about this.

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Zack thinks he resents you.

You were smart enough to take a little cash from every house you both paid a visit too (it annoyed him whenever you didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about how he did away with the owners - were you not scared? Alarmed? Horrified? So he did his best to be as brutal as possible in front of you; you were a killer as well, right, but he hasn’t seen you do anything), which came in useful later on, when one day it was raining too hard and you both were stuck in an alleyway trying to protect yourselves with the reeking bins.

You turn around to him, not even affected. “Do you want shelter?”

“No shit.”

“We can go somewhere…but you stand out a mile.”

“Whatcha say?!”

Zack’s still fuming as you both walk into the ramen bar underneath the face mask you bought, glowering under the hood of the new jacket you got him as well, having been forced to abandon his scythe, not appeased in the slightest with your flat “we can get it back later. Nobody looks at the bottom of the bin.” He’s still doing his best to fume even when the food arrives, but the best he can do is side-eye you sourly because god damn, the noodles smell great and he digs in greedily.

“Do you want this?” You slide over the platter of edamame. A crease forms between your eyebrows - Zack notices it immediately. Strange and…something. He’s never seen any sort of reaction from you before.

“Sure.” He’ll eat anything, he’s that hungry. He downs the plate in a few minutes, but curiosity got the better of him. “You don’t like them?”

“Not really.”

At least he knows something for certain about you now. Zack falls silent again, slurping up his ramen while you pick at yours, face going paper blank again.

“Come on, ye should smile, dumbass. Gotta look innocent so the cashier’ll let you off easy.”

“Why? I’ve got money.”

“If it was me behind that counter I woulda thought you were gonna eat me.”

“Really?”

“Jesus, just don’t look so stiff.”

You attempt to pull your lips up in a feeble try at a smile. “Like this?”

Oh god, you’re just like Ray. Zack wants to slam his head into his bowl. You both are ridiculous at this. He would’ve thought Ray really had come back to life if he hadn’t buried her himself.

He thinks, unlike Ray though, he resents you as you both walk out after you pay (Zack’s not sure if you smiling or not smiling would’ve creeped out the cashier more). Because you’re so much like Ray and not like Ray, because he knows nothing about you and when he asks you reply in clipped, roundabout answers that just make him want to tear his hair out. You don’t even care about anything on his side either. Unless you already knew.

He also resents you, he thinks, because you get to walk in public and into restaurants without people batting an eye and now he has to rely on some robot for food and shelter. Ugh.

“Stop smiling! It’s weird, don’t do it anymore! Gah!”

“But I thought you told me to-”

“Have you looked in a mirror?”

A beat of quiet.

“JEEZ, AT LEAST BE INSULTED!” Yeah, he’s not your biggest fan.

***

Zack thinks he hates you.

Simply because even no one has ever managed to annoy him this much before. It’s been months since he first went into that house you were in and so far he has only learnt your name, you don’t like edamame or traveling at night, you’re a pretty good pickpocket, you don’t like the cold and you actually do have a weapon, though not as conspicuous as his scythe: a butterfly knife you hide in your pocket. Nothing else. He can’t get anything out of you, no matter how long you both have spent together. It irritates him so much at how good you are at evading his questions and how until you STILL don’t have a remotely interesting expression, therefore no point in killing you. It also infuriates him a hell lot that somehow he wound up telling YOU about his past, the old man, the “hospital”, Ray. You’re a good listener, yeah, but mostly because you’re silent, dead eyed and po-faced all the time. You do surprise him once though, asking if he could take you to where he buried Ray one day.

Speaking about the knife, the only reason he found out was a reason to add to hating you.

Maybe a dog had seen the both of you lurking around and started barking up a frenzy, alerting its owner. Whatever the reason, when you both were ducking around trying to avoid being seen by the neighbors after another break in you end up face to face with a wary man carrying a baseball bat, which he immediately swung at the sight of Zack.

The man was stunned and scared, so his speed was seriously lacking. Zack could’ve attacked him with his scythe. But you beat him to it.

“The hell?” He gaped at the fallen body and you standing over it, then at the knife in your hand. “You had that up your sleeve all this time?”

“He was going to hit you. I think you’re bandaged enough.”

“If you’re trying to make fun of me do it with more malice!”

Yeah, he hates you, because you made him look weak. Did you not think he could take care of himself? He didn’t need you! He didn’t need help! He didn’t need protection! Isaac Foster, wanted murderer, could take care of himself!

God he hated you so much. You’re so stupidly annoying in all those ways.

Sometimes he contemplates killing you without even waiting for that expression. It would be so easy, Zack thinks, one hit on the head and you’d fall into the grave you’re digging for the man. Surely the shock of being killed by someone you somewhat-trusted would produce some results? But you don’t even smile, laugh, cry, frown, shout, what was he expecting? There was no point.

“Let’s go for ramen. There’s nothing here except money anyway.” You shut the fridge door and drawers, making your way to crawl out of the window, but pause when he doesn’t move. “…is something wrong?”

“I’m bored. We haven’t run into anyone to kill, it’s been days,” Zack complains and lies at the same time.

“There’ll be someone,” you say vaguely, and tumble out. Your face appears behind the glass, waiting.

“Also if we go for ramen you’ll just give me all your edamame. I’m not a rubbish bin for you!”

“But I don’t want them.” If he hadn’t known you were incapable of making faces he would’ve thought you were pulling a puppy dog face.

“FINE! JESUS!”

He hates you, but Zack suddenly realizes he’ll hate it a lot more if you vanish.

***

Zack thinks he finally knows you.

Too bad it's only as the both of you are shuffled out in shackles, finally seeing each other after the jail cell separation, two doomed, damned serial killers on their way to the noose. Your luck had run out at last - the police had caught up and Zack found himself in his custody once more, this time with company. He considered escape plans again, but last time surprise had been on his side…now not so much, not when they were all aware of what he was capable of.

You didn't seem to care.

Wait, that's a wrong way of saying it. You didn't seem to care about getting caught, no, but only reacted, protested, when it came to him. You only cared because he cared apparently.

“Guess this is the end, huh?” Zack's illiterate but he's not stupid. He knows there's not going to be any trial for him - who was going to defend him, a bloodthirsty murderer, never mind that Ray had WANTED to be killed by him? It was all pretense for the papers.

Uncharacteristically you actually say something other than a hummed agreement. “I wish we could eat another bowl of ramen.”

Odd thing to say, the officers think. Zack snorts. “Dead man's last meal.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Are you stupid? We're gonna die.”

“You never know.” You're hauled away and Zack's left wondering if you had an escape plan. Your tone for the first time, however, is…sad? You probably didn't then.

He thinks about Ray and her obsession with finding a god when he's seated in the chair. Zack doubted any god out there would want him and honestly he didn't care about what happened to him in the afterlife. It'd probably suck anyway.

At least you'll be there too, he reflects, and is alarmed to find himself relaxing, relieved. He wasn't fighting it for whatever reason. Acceptance that judgement day had come?

No, just certainty that you'd be there as well, exasperating companion to the last.

You smashed a glass bottle on your father's head and stabbed your mother with it, after all. Nobody really cares about how abusive or cruel dead people were in their life though, not when it comes to people like you and him.

He catches your eye as they slip the sack over Zack's head.

You're finally interesting - your smile is peculiar and stiff from disuse but so, so you. And so, so interesting.

Too bad he's not the one killing you.

***

Zack thinks he's hallucinating.

Ray is waiting for him at the other end. He's missing his scythe. They're on a familiar road.

“I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon.”

“Yeah well, ye found yer god yet?”

“I'm not sure. Maybe we'll find out now. I haven't really gone anywhere. Does Hell look like this or is this just the waiting room?”

“You and yer questions,” Zack grumbles, slinging an arm around her. “At least your face is more interesting now. If you still wanna die again I’ll be free.”

Ray's small smile widens slightly. “Someone's waiting for you, I think. That store wasn't there before.”

She points at the ramen store. His mouth falls open and he excuses himself.

You're in there in the flesh, quietly swallowing your noodles, cup of tea steaming. Predictably your edamame is on a different plate. He could laugh, and Zack does, long and loud cackling.

“Those for me?”

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I’m tired of characters that are considered “dark” only having dark fics written about them.

I’ve seen people say “Well what did you expect, he wouldn’t-“

Imma stop you right there. Here’s the thing. The he in question isn’t real and I can project anything I feel onto him. And personally I’d like to scroll through his x reader tags without seeing “This post contains filtered tags” over and over again.

The tag in question being “noncon”

Just because a character isn’t a ball of sunshine, doesn’t mean every single fic has to be about r@pe. So for the love of the universe tone it down when people talk about wanting softer fics. Some of y’all are just plain rude.

And stop criticizing people for making a character OOC.

Let us have our fluff.

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antijayvik this, anti meljay that- idc. ship meljayvik for clear skin. you get to consume all the meljay/jayvik/melvik content AND sometimes your beautiful wife Sky is included. living the dream babeyyy

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Miss Tracy, do u have any advice on researching a specific time period?

(also I know u probably won't see this, but I love your art and you are awesome)

Look for books about the time period, but also books written contemporaneous to the time period, whether fiction or non-fiction. Check used book stores for out of print gems at good prices.

If photography was a technology that existed in the time period you're researching, look for photos of people doing everyday things. Take in the context, the geography, the economic situation. Look at how they're dressed and what their clothes say about them.

Newspaper archives. Sometimes newspapers of the past are free to browse. Sometimes you have to pay for access. Old shopping catalogue collections - if they exist for your time period - are great too.

Documentary films about time periods, or specific events in a given time period can be useful, even if only for a broad overview.

Museum exhibits - helpful whether you're looking for famous paintings or artifacts of past civilizations in a world renowned institution, or trying to dig up something impossibly unique in an oddity denture museum in some forgotten place in the Midwest. If you can't go in person, check online. You can find museums with vintage clothing or household appliance collections from even a few decades ago. Some museums have extensive, searchable online collections too. Take the Metropolitan Museum for instance.

If you can visit historical sites relevant to your area of interest, do it! Do those little guided walking tours. Do the ghost tours even - they're often fairly history-centric with some paranormal folklore for added spice. Sometimes they get you access to places you otherwise can't enter. Check historical societies local to cities or towns of interest.

If you need information about something deeply specific, check the internet for communities that form around that deeply specific topic. I've found tidbits of useful info searching around old forum posts from radio enthusiasts, Model T owners, and people who collect old telephone booths. (Granted, it's getting harder to search for this kind of stuff nowadays.)

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Be careful of AI trash, whether it's generative images, text descriptions, or entire articles. Don't rely much on film or television for accuracy. Some things are more interested in being accurate than others, but there's almost always some artistic license taken. If you're trying to be particularly accurate about something, triple check it for confirmation. Misinformation has had a way of spreading like insidious mildew even before AI started disseminating it with delusory authority.

Lastly, if you don't enjoy doing this kind of historical research like a weird little detective-creature, consider loosening up on the 'historical' aspect of your writing. It's okay to not focus on historicity in your fiction. But if you're going to dive in whole-hog on history, bear in mind it's an ongoing, often time-consuming adventure in information-finding.

(Thank you for the kind words!)

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I re-read my work for funsies until I realize I completely mischaracterized the character, the dialogue is just pure cringe, and the grammar/spelling sucks

Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.

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I have a request for how the Arcane characters (Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Heimerdinger, Ekko) look so that the reader can access their cuteness. Maybe they are doing or saying something to the reader and the reader suddenly starts hugging and petting them, calling them cute. How would they react to this?

Note: So... I'm the only one who thinks Heimerdinger is really cute. Why aren't there fanfics with him? Mysteries of life..

Arcane characters being called cute by their s/o while they're working

Writer's note: Thanks for requesting! It took longer than I expected because I kept deleting some of the dialogue from how cheesy and cringe it sounded lmao. Heimerdinger is not on my list of characters I write for, but I figured I'll write him this one time. I hope you don't mind that I also added Mylo, cuz why not?

Request/s: Open!

Warning/s: Get a dentist. This is some tooth-rotting fluff. Not proofread and english isn't my native language.

Character/s: Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Heimerdinger and Mylo

● Viktor tends to get lost in his work, mumbling equations or sketching out blueprints for his projects. You find this incredibly endearing, but not when he gets so absorbed that he forgets to eat or sleep.

● If you suddenly hug him or call him cute, he’ll freeze in shock at first. He blinks up at you as if you just said something in a language he doesn’t understand. Then, his cheeks will flush a light pink, and he’ll chuckles softly. “Cute is... not a term I hear often. But thank you."

● Over time, he grows more comfortable and secretly enjoys the affection. He may even lean into it, but he’ll never outright admit it. Instead, he might deflect with a shy smile and, “You should focus on more important matters."

● Yeah no, that's a sign for you to keep doing it.

● Jayce is the golden boy—confident, charming, and ridiculously handsome. He likes to appear professional and put-together, but you know him well enough to see through that exterior to the dorky, hardworking man beneath.

● When you hug him out of nowhere while he cooks and call him cute, he blinks for a second but chuckles as he turns to look at you. “Cute? Babe, I’m going for ruggedly handsome and sweet here. But I'll take it."

● Still, he's flattered and loves the affection you give him. And unlike Viktor, he's not afraid or shy to show you he wants more of it. He might pull you closer and say, "You're one to talk." He's a romantic and albeit cheesy guy.

● Now, you probably might be thinking about why and how is he cooking, but that's for another headcanon! (I just realized how I'm not even sure whose side am I on. Can he cook?? Cuz I feel like he can. But I also see him burning food-)

● Jinx, as we all know, is pure chaos, always working on something explosive or messing around. She has a habit of humming and singing off-key to herself while she works, which makes you think she’s oddly cute in her own... quirky way. To be honest, it’s hard not to find her enthusiasm contagious, even if it’s a little dangerous.

● One day, you catch her doing exactly that while painting her trademark designs on one of her grenades. The sight just makes you smile as you walk up and wrap your arms around her, telling her, “You’re so cute when you’re focused like this,” or something of the sort.

● She’ll throw her hands up and turn to look at you, trying to play off your compliment as a joke. “Woah, you might be crazier than me!" She grins and laughs softly, before making her voice sound more gruff, "Ya buttering up the author nightmares with your mooshy stuff!”

● But after her initial over-the-top reaction, she’ll soften. “Fine, soak it all in.” She shrugs and continues working. But deep down, she really loves the affection and she's getting more and more attached to you. You're giving her the kind of love that she thinks she never deserved in her life, so she really appreciates these little things you do. She might even snuggle up to you later, claiming it’s to “soak in all this ‘cute’ energy.”

● Oh, by the way, she'll make this happen a lot more often. By how, you ask? Well, by doing the same thing to you, of course! It becomes a little challenge betweem the two of you who calls the other one cute first and catching them off guard with it.

● Vi is all tough love and sass, but there’s a soft side she shows only to the people she really cares about. You notice this when she’s being protective or just in those peaceful moments when you're both alone together.

● If you call her cute, she’ll raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Cute? Babe, I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

● Later, she’ll definitely tease you about it, saying something like, “So, how’s it feel dating the cutest person in Zaun?” or "Am I still cute?" with a playful grin. She'll be teasing you and making you smile with that while she's half naked and flexing her biceps (she knows you love them), or when she just got done with a fight and is still holding her gauntlets.

● She loves it, don't let that teasing fool you.

● Heimerdinger is an adorable bundle of wisdom and fluff. You often catch him rambling about science with such enthusiasm that you can’t help but smile. Look at him! He's just adorable!

● One day, as he’s showing you a tiny contraption he just finished, you can’t help but reach out and pet his fluffy head, saying, “You’re the most cutest genius ever.”

● Heimerdinger chuckles, his mustache twitching with amusement. “Ah, well, I suppose I do have a certain charm about me, don’t I?”

● He pretends to be unaffected, but you notice the way his tail swishes slightly when you hug him. “I must say, your affection is quite... energizing! Perhaps I should study its effects further.”

● From then on, he might start subtly seeking out your affection—like casually leaning into your hand when you pet him or “accidentally” bumping into you while working.

● Ekko is talking to you about his plans for the Firelights while sketching upgrades for their hoverboards.

● You were quietly admiring him, the way his eyes light up and the focused furrow of his brows, when you suddenly blurt out, “You’re so cute when you’re focused.”

● He freezes for a second, then looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Cute? Me?” He grins, a soft laugh escaping. “You sure you’re not talking about yourself there?”

● He rubs the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant, but the smile gives him away.

● “You’re not getting away with saying that,” he teases, leaning in to nudge you lightly with his shoulder. He goes back to doing his work before playfully adding, “But if you keep looking at me like that, I might just start believing it.”

● It's these little things that matters. These moments, even if simple, it gives him hope and motivation to make the world a better place. The way his eyes soften when you look at him in that moment, and how he lets his guard down just enough to show you he cares — it’s clear that, while he teases, he loves the attention, and he loves you even more for it.

● Dude's got lines fr fr

● Mylo has always been the type of guy who had a sarcastic, sassy remark ready. We all know that from how he treated Powder.

● When you suddenly hug him and call him cute, he freezes for a second, unsure of how to react. “Cute? Me?” He scoffs, trying to play it cool, but it's very obvious he's a bit flustered by it. “Out of all the compliments you could’ve picked, you went with cute? I’m more like... cool, and handsome.” He throws a dramatic, exaggerated pose, trying to hide his nervousness.

● Despite his teasing, there's a small, pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He tries to act nonchalant, but the way he keeps glancing at you shows how much he’s secretly enjoying it.

● “Seriously, though. I’m cool, alright?” he continues, trying to regain his confidence. “I don’t do cute. But, uh... thanks. I guess.” He says softly as he shrugs, clearing his throat.

● Later on, when no one’s watching, you might catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a small smile on his face, clearly still flattered.

Can you guys guess which is my favorite based on how long their headcanons are

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lazy mornings at the Last Drop ☕☀️

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hello! can i request viktor or jayce with a reader who has autism and doesnt speak but is good at science?

Writer's note: Hello! Thanks so much for your request! This is like the first request I got and I already started on it. Hope you like it! Any tips with writing are very much appreciated!

Warnings: None, just fluffy stuff. Not proofread.

Pairing/s: Viktor x GN! reader who's autistic and nonverbal but loves science

Platonic Headcanons

● As a mentor or colleague, Viktor respects you a lot. He encourages your work and never underestimates your capabilities, treating you as an equal in every sense.

● He enjoys the calmness you bring to the lab, and he appreciates the efficiency and focus you put into your work

● Viktor is protective in his own way. If anyone tries to belittle or patronize you, he’s quick to step in. He may not be a physical one, but his words are sharp.

● “You mistake silence for weakness. A grave error, I assure you.”

● He takes the time to understand how you prefer to communicate. Whether it’s through notes, gestures, or subtle expressions, he adapts because he doesn't want you to feel self-conscious. A feeling he's very familiar with when he views his body, his disease as a weakness.

● Viktor occasionally shares personal anecdotes from his own life, hoping to make you feel more comfortable around him.

●To him, he finds it refreshing to work with someone who sees the world as he does. You make him feel understood in a way that's rare for him.

Romantic Headcanons

• The platonic headcanons, of course, still applies here.

• Viktor truly admires your dedication and love to science, and he often finds himself fascinated by the way you approach and solve problems. He's intrigued as well by your ability to notice patterns and details others overlook. Your perspective makes him think differently, which is why he values your opinion.

• Viktor is patient and observant. He never pushes you to speak, respecting your methods of communication. Instead, he learns to read your body language, small gestures, or the notes you scribble down to express yourself. Even so, he’s comfortable with your silence and finds it peaceful rather than awkward.

• Viktor’s subtle affection shows in little things: placing a blanket over your shoulders when you were too focused on work and fell asleep on your desk, or saving the last of your favorite snacks for you.

• When he realizes his feelings for you, it’s a quiet epiphany. He isn't one to confess dramatically, he shows his affection through mostly his actions. A touch on your hand, a gentle smile when you accomplish something—he hopes you notice. Though, that's not to say his words aren't beautiful to hear when it rolls of his tongue. He manages to sound like a poet with how he describes his feelings without even saying "I love you." Because to him, those words are an understatement.

• If you reciprocate, Viktor treasures your love like it’s the most precious discovery he’s ever made. He cherishes every small moment with you and continues to support you in every way he can.

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT WILL RE-OPEN

So I'm gonna throw out these already:

•I write for fem or for GN readers. If it's not specified in the request, I'll automatically make it gender neutral

•I don't use the name (Y/n). If I need to address the reader's name, it'll be with ____, but I use "You" in my fics

•Currently, I'll only be writing for Arcane.

•I know some of y'all are thristy for SMUT like I am, but I feel like you'd find that everywhere in the arcane fandom. I'll be doing more on the fluff side or angst. Some fics of mine can be suggestive, but I'm not doing SMUT. (I can't write it either way)

•You can request for a maximum of 5, but it will take longer. If I get invested, I'll probably add more. I might possibly add Mylo, simply because I don't get enough food of the silly guy

•If it takes a while for me to get your request, it's that I couldn't think of anything, I'm piled with requests, or just busy with school.

•I also write domestic or platonic stuff!

•I've noticed that the characters are opposite from their s1 selves, so maybe specify what season? Like "Viktor s2" or something

Stuff I don't work with. If you still request these, I'll just probably delete them since I understand mistakes can happen. But if you're being actively rude, I'm gonna call you out.

•Incest/Stepcest

•P*dophilia

•R*pe

•Yandere

•Gore

Characters I write for:

•Jinx

•Powder (Alternate universe)

•Vi

•Caitlyn

•Jayce Talis

•Viktor

•Mel Medarda

•Vander

•Silco

•Sevika

•Ekko

•Ekko (Alternate universe)

•Mylo

•Claggor

•Salo

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WHY IS MYLO FRENCH NOW. LMAO. Bro did NOT glow up.

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Writer's note: First time posting my writing here! SO, since there are still barely any Mylo x reader fics, I was going to make an AI bot myself of Mylo in character.ai. But I wrote the greetings thing too long so I thought I'd post it here.

Warning(s): S2 Act3 Spoilers, set within a week before Ep7 happens, slight angst?? English is not my first language. Aso a bit short?? Reader is referred to as "they/them" in the 1-2nd paragraoh and then I used "you" after. I see so many flaws here so pleade correct me if you can, thank you!

Pairing(s): Mylo x reader

Summary: After a strange anomaly sends you, Ekko, Jayce, and Heimerdinger, spiraling into an alternate version of your world, you find yourself in a place that feels both familiar and foreign. But how are you supposed to feel when the very person you thought you lost forever, walks into the room, alive and well? (With a silly, dorky mustache)

The hum of faint music filled the small room as they scribbled on a piece of paper, a soft chuckle escaping their lips as your alternate self hummed along to the tune. The box of decorations sat neatly by the table beside you, ready to be delivered to the Last Drop for Powder’s party preparations, just ahead of the Innovators Competition that everyone was looking forward to. Everything seemed fine—until it wasn’t.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced through their head, and the world around them spun violently. The ringing in their ears drowned out the music as the paper and pen slipped from their hands. They stumbled, catching sight of the box toppling over before darkness overtook them.

When you opened your eyes, you were... somewhere else. Somewhere familiar but at the same time, entirely unfamiliar. One moment, you were with Jayce, Ekko, and Heimerdinger near the hexgates, staring at the strange anomaly. The next, memories flash before you then everything had gone white, and now you were here—wherever here was.

You blinked rapidly, your mind racing as you tried to process what had just happened. You're not sure if you're still at home or where the others are. So many questions playing in your mind, to the point you felt the whole world was spinning around, and you felt sick because of it.

You tried to balance yourself as you hold on to the table. You glanced around, taking in the worn furniture and scattered decorations. It was like looking into a half-remembered dream. Your chest tightened as you caught sight of your reflection in a cracked mirror. The person staring back at you wasn’t exactly who you remembered. Your attire was softer, less utilitarian than the hardened look you'd adopted in your own timeline. It was as if this version of you belonged to a world that hadn’t been ripped apart by chaos.

Before you could process further, a knock on the doorframe snapped you out of your daze as you jolted. “Hey, ya ready to go? Or is the box too heavy for the madame?” The voice was unmistakable. You froze, your gaze slowly shifting toward the figure leaning against the doorway. Mylo.

He grinned, his lopsided smile framed by that fake elegant accent he always used when he was trying to be funny. “I can carry it for my lady,” he added, exaggerating the words with a playful bow before breaking into a chuckle.

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His face—so recognizeable, even it's been almost a decade since you saw him alive. How? How was he here, smirking at you as if nothing had happened? As if he hadn’t died in the explosion that tore your group apart? You had mourned him, carried the weight of his absence like a huge stone in your chest. Yet here he stood. It was the Mylo you remembered—the one from your timeline. He still had the same cocky, playful energy, but there were differences. Like how he's older, as if he had the chance to grow up, a stupid looking mustache and sideburns, as well as a different tone in his voice. Regardless, it was still him. It was still Mylo.

He tilted his head, his smile faltering as your stunned silence dragged on. “Or… is now not the right time?" He glanced around awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “You okay? You’re… staring at me like I’ve got three heads.”

Your chest ached as memories of him flooded your mind—his snarky comments, his whole bravado of masking the insecurities he’d never admit to, the way he’d always tried to prove himself to feel like he had a place in the group. Others may havve not noticed those signs, but you did. You were all too familiar with it. And then, the memory of that night. The night the explosion happened and he… died. A part of you had been buried alongside him that day, and yet, here he was, alive and breathing, standing before you like the universe was playing some cruel joke.

He was frustrating at most times, sure, but you missed him more than you ever admitted. Even to yourself.

Might do Claggor soon too, both are such handsome fellas 🤭 Idc what you think about Mylo and his mustache, I love him

[bluzebub19]

LITERALLY SO FR HE LOOKS SO SILLY BUT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

By God, Mylo and Claggor were attractive in THAT episode. Claggor had a whole ass glow up but since Mylo's my favorite from the start, seeing him grown up was so awesome. I'm sorry, I just love Mylo more, he's so silly. I got so happy he was alive in another universe, he was my one of my faves 🥹

[bluzebub19]

By God, Mylo and Claggor were attractive in THAT episode. Claggor had a whole ass glow up but since Mylo's my favorite from the start, seeing him grown up was so awesome. I'm sorry, I just love Mylo more, he's so silly. I got so happy he was alive in another universe, he was my one of my faves 🥹

Edit: IDC, I LOVE HIS STUPID MUSTACHE, OKAY?!