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what if Gert is a lesbian and literally everybody knows this but Mylo. everyone’s taking bets on how long it takes him to realize. theyre starting to give up hope

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i feel so mysterious. i bet nobody at school knows i want to Kill myself

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I wish my crack pairing of Miss Fortune x Caitlyn was just as popular as the Jhin x Caitlyn ship I see here. I shipped it before Vi was put into League.

Confession by @sonicchi

Artwork by @mbvgfw

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Caitlyn x Vi x Miss Fortune 👀 --- a thing I saw and re-imagined in the Arcane universe :x

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Maddie version and Miss Fortune version

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-Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: {Sevika has some trouble with her mechanical arm, you offer her help}

For my other works my Masterlist is here <3

softSevika,softSevika,softSevika! Enjoy my lovelies <3 💕

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The pale light of the moon was drowned out by the neon signs that flicker soft colours of pink and blue which bleed through your small apartment, it was the only source of light guiding Sevika through the room before she finds the light switch, clumsily flicking it on.

It had all gone so horribly wrong so quickly, what was meant to be a simple drop off and pick up turned into a violent mess— fucking useless, she thought bitterly. It’d be the last time she would work with some newbies who couldn’t tell their left from their right.

Her frustrations were bubbling over, that much was clear when she slams the front door shut, immediately wincing at the loud noise and once again she silently curses, this time at herself.

It was well past midnight and you were definitely knocked out like a light, it was endearing how quickly you fell asleep, one moment the pair of you would be talking then the very next you were snoring your head off. The thought of you curled up in your shared bed with your face smushed against the soft pillows makes her smile— the type that softens her hardened features.

It almost made her forget about the dull ache that seized her muscles, almost. She needed a drink.

So with a bottle of whiskey and her toolbox, you had so kindly brought for her spread out on the coffee table she sat down on the couch trying to fix the mess that had become of her mechanical arm— which was so much more harder to do by herself, without you there to unscrew the screws she couldn’t reach or to hand her the right tools… or to caress her cheek with those soft hands of yours, fuck, she had missed you more then she’d like to admit.

Sevika had been at it for hours, fumbling with one stubborn screw that had been lodged stuck. It refused to come loose for love nor money and it was driving her up the damn wall that she throws the stupid screwdriver across the room, watching it bounce across the wooden floorboards with a loud clang and a thud.

She stares down at it with a small scowl, scoffing before reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

“Sev?— what’re you doing?” Your soft voice, heavy with sleep ripples through the silence, breaking down the spell of anger that seemed ever present.

“Nothing, go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” She mumbles the reply, ducking her head down to look at the floor beneath her, it was almost ridiculous how fast the guilt hit her. She’d woken you up at god knows what time with her banging around.

You shake your head at her dismissal, padding your way over to her with a small frown— your hands tightening the silk robe you had wrapped around your body. Without a word she moves her legs so you can perch yourself on the edge of the coffee table, sitting in front of her.

“You won’t be able to fix it if you’re drunk.” You tell her, a small smirk ghosting over your lips as you watch her put the bottle of whiskey down on the table with a small huff.

“It’s not the alcohol—” Sevika replies gruffly, her heart skipping a few beats at the feeling of your hand against her knee as you rummage through her toolbox. “It needs a specific part.” Gods, you made her feel like a lovesick fool sometimes but damn if she didn’t absolutely adore the feeling.

With a soft hum, you let your fingertips graze along the metal fixings of her prosthetic arm, the joints were all broken and a couple of cogs were missing— it’d be easier to fix if it was detached and by the look on Sevika’s face she knew this… but it was a pain to do.

“I could-” you go to offer her an alternative, eyes skimming across the mechanical arm as your tired mind runs a mile a minute.

“Just help me take it off,” She concedes with a weary sigh, nodding over to the screwdriver which you’re quick to pick up.

She didn’t like having it off, to feel so vulnerable and defenceless. In a strange way, it scared her. Sure she could probably knock a guy or two out with one hand but it was still daunting to feel so stripped in such a way.

You stand up from the coffee table, situating yourself in between her legs as you begin to gently unscrew the bolts, handing them over to her one after another as she puts them safely into a bag. Then with a soft hiss of air, the arm comes loose, the weight falling from Sevika’s shoulder and down on the sofa beside her.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow… get that specific piece.” You promise her with a tender smile, looking down at her from where you stand with her rough hand resting over the curve of your hips from between the opening of your silken robe— caressing up to your waist slowly.

“Mmhm.” She hums in agreement, leaning forwards to bury her face into your soft tummy with a heavy sigh that borders on a groan as you skim your fingertips along her cheek and through her hair ever so slowly that it has her nuzzling into you like a damn cat.

Gods, you knew just how to dismantle her… you were a dangerous woman— her kryptonite.

“C’mere.” She mutters, pulling you down onto her lap without a single second thought. Her strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you against her as you melt into her body— her fingers brushing along your hip.

“Come to bed Sev— you look like you’re about to pass out.” You whisper, turning your head to get a good look at her with those soft eyes of yours… so tired and sweet.

“I will just let me hold you like this for a minute.” She replies back, bumping her forehead against your own— pressing a kiss to your cheek then burying her face into the crook of your shoulder, a muffled ‘I love you’ spoken into your skin.

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@zaine-m ur mentally deranged btw ur fic is disgusting and u need mental help

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new fanfiction! ⟡

⭑ ACADEMIC RIVALS CAITVI ⭑

⤷ university au | politics and law major , fine art minor caitlyn | human biology major , sports science minor vi | rivals to friends to lovers ,

“ Vi had finally made it to University, to major in Human Biology, a minor in Sports Science. Her copper curls fell around her sharp features, the small VI tattoo under her eye, the scar on her lip. It was distinctive, it was her. The muscular girl never went unnoticed. Then there was Caitlyn. Perfect, rich, daughter of the dean, Caitlyn. Doing her major in Politics and Law, a minor in Fine Art. Violet hated those cerulean eyes, her blue-black curls that fell over her shoulders. She hated how she was taller than her, she hated her British accent. She hated how she acted like she was better than everyone. It didn't help that the two were both top of their year, always straight As. She hated Caitlyn Kiramman, with a passion.

And now? They were stuck in a dorm together for their final year. Great! Just great.

They were rivals. They always would be. Right? ”

ao3 tags

relationship: caitlyn/vi

chararacters: caitlyn, vi, mel, jinx, jayce, maddie, ekko, cassandra, vander, sevika, grayson

── alternate universe - college/university, academic rivals, vi majors in human biology, vi minors in sports science. caitlyn majors in politics and law, caitlyn minors in fine art, autistic caitlyn, references to addiction, vi needs therapy, caitlyn and jayce are siblings, caitlyn needs a hug, caitlyn and vi are in love, they just don't know it yet, angst and fluff and smut, academic burnout, comfort, religious guilt, rivals to friends to lovers ʚɞ

What is this feeling-so sudden and new?

by skull0re on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62561542/chapters/160129222

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i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child/ i've had cosmetic surgery / i like cats more than dogs / I love maika monroe and sophie thatcher / I'm allergic to dogs / taylor swift was in my spotify wrapped / i’ve watched all of arcane / i write fanfiction

i dont have any tags so if u see this do it

tag game 🤭

[not mine - lost track of OP!]

rules: color the sentence that's true about you, add one fact to the list, and tag your moots!

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child/ i've had cosmetic surgery / i like cats more than dogs/ Stucky is my OTP

NPTs (tagging a bunch from my fics taglist):

@scottishrosefury, @not-that-syndrigast, @lolitsbuckybarnes, @kathy-2005, @stuckysgal, @thenewmissescullen, @literaryavenger @Yoruse, @foulpersonahandsvoid, @autumnrose40, @alexakeyloveloki, @witch-lemon, @sapphirebarnes, @notyourtypicalrose, @era, @gretasimp

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writers missed such a good paralleling opportunity here

vander dies - arcane season 1 episode 3

- we see vi completely break down as she watches her father die,

cassandra dies - arcane season 2 episode 1

- we never see caitlyn's actual reaction to finding cassandra's dead body, but she says "i see mother, when they found her" meaning she must have been to the council room after jinx's bomb hit

the paralleling would have been insane.

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me every night btw

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yeah they go way back 🐶🦾

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“Bedtime story” or Sevika is telling about her past

Part 2, completed pages

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colour reflecting grief : a brief analysis of tobias and caitlyn kiramman ⋆˚࿔

- in these screen captures from arcane season 1, we can see the brightness in both caitlyn + tobias' blue hair (a feature which cassandra doesn't hold, for reference). the boldness of the blue is a reflection of their emotional / mental states and perhaps the closeness of the pair.

focusing in on tobias - his blue hair and the boldness of it seems to represent his emotional state more specifically. in the boldness of his hair, matching to caitlyn's, it can be interpreted that they are both emotionally available for eachother, and caitlyn can confide in him. but, as the focus shifts to caitlyn, i believe the strength of her blue seen in season 1 shows her mental state. the muteness of her hair in season 2 shows her decline and how she is losing more and more things to live for in her life - now having a dead mum and an emotionally unavailable dad.

- i think that the lack of brightness in the kiramman's hair in season 2 does reflect how strong their grief is, the darker colour palette presenting darker emotions - anger, sadness, emptiness, and you can see those emotions shown through these images.

"it's the lighting! it's the lighting!" or the animators specifically chose to mute their hair, sucking the colour ("life") out of the pair ("their family") because tobias lost his wife, and caitlyn lost her mother. here are more frames where you can see cait's muted hair :

caitlyn's hair is much darker and much less bright than usual, in my opinion. however, you can see her colour start to come back during the season finale, not completely, but there is a shift. being with vi is healing for her (and we never find out what happened with tobias.)

- another key scene to talk about during a colour analysis would be cassandra's funeral procession. in caitlyn's life, the only thing in colour are cassandra, vi, and violets. "why not tobias?" - it reflects his emotional detachment and unavailability for his daughter in grief.

evidently, tobias is in survival mode and has been since the moment cassandra died - he's grieving in a very common way. he's simply going through the motions, and he's becoming angry because of the loss of his wife (naturally). by choosing to not show tobias in colour, it reflects that he's unable to be there for caitlyn the way she needs him to be. it could also reflect how tobias & caitlyn both need eachother but because of the emotional burdens, they're pushing eachother away in states of grief.

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Save a horse, ride a cowgirl 🐎

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a lil caitvi

another variant:

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"emo vi!!" "pitfighter vi!!"

WHAT ABOUT COUNT CAIT.

sigh.. its all over the screen guys..!!