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I have a fanfic idea for Arcane, for a Jayce x Viktor story that happens after they disappear in the end of the series. But ... I don't know more about the lore of the world than what Arcane shows me. So I doubt I will write it.

But the idea is that Jayce wakes up in a new place, unable to figure out where he is, but he and Viktor are both together in this strange new world. Viktor doesn't know where they are, either.

But then, a mysterious, robed figure comes to them, and Viktor realizes that it is the real Sky, the girl who the HexTech core killed in season one. She's here, not alive, or dead, but absorbed into the core of their creation. But now that they have also been absorbed into HexTech, she is mad at them. Why? Because that act destroyed her only chance at ever being free of the magic. And now, she wants her revenge on Viktor for being the one she died for. And she's mad at Jayce for being the one to create HexTech in the first place, so now she's gonna try to destroy them both.

Oh and they are obviously in love, and the two of them must travel through this new world without knowing if they will ever be safe from Sky and her wrath.

If you do use this to make a fanfic, PLEASE CREDIT ME IN THIS! TAG ME IN IT IF ITS ON HERE! OR WATTPAD!

I am Raven Moonspark on there!

Anyways yeah. I have another idea, a heartbreaking one, that I posted on @oh-get-jinxed about Jayce and Viktor and how Viktor imprisoned Jayce in that white robot body atop the Hex Gates. Yeah it's another, much darker idea. But either works. Anyways. Happy writing!

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A bunch of stories I'm working on. Both on Wattpad and Inkitt

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I didn't even realize that the robot form there is Jayce! And the fact that he flinches, moves a little when Viktor touches him.... is he not fully dead, then? Did Viktor trap Jayce in a new body and freeze him there as some kind of punishment for rebelling against him? Oh ... this show hurts.

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And they were roommates.

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Psst. Hey, you. Watch Arcane.

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Go check out @oh-get-jinxed it's my new page on here. I'm gonna be posting mostly on there and I even did a short thought about Heimerdinger on there for yall Arcane fans.

I love this show. I love Arcane so much!

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Jinx modeled her hair after Silco and I cannot unsee it and it's making me so emotional 😭

They really loved each other.

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My bisexuality is strong here

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This story will be posted on my Wattpad account, Raven Moonspark! It is based roughly on @deepwaterwritingprompts 's prompt I shared here! The story is also dedicated to them! Thank you if you check it out! It's about an artificial intelligence that eats people's souls for more power and knowledge. It's a dystopian world where the AI itself, called Aria, is in charge but no one really realizes that yet. I'm so excited for it to be ready to be posted! I'm currently on chapter one after a prologue, so I'm gonna try to post it as soon as I feel ready. So it should be up sometime this week! Anyways, here's hoping yall enjoy the story!

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Ask me about these stories!

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Why you should play The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood game!

You get to play as an immortal space witch

You're literally the most powerful being ever

There's lots of LGBTQ representation in it!

You meet and befriend a Trans woman who you later help become a witch

Fall in love with another witch whos possessed by a space demon, called a Behemoth

Abramar, the Behemoth you're friends with, is prime monsterfucker material (had to be said)

Abramar is amazing and I love his complex character, too!

Your sisters are awesome

Ones even a witch like you, and she's spunky

There are also plenty of things that would possibly upset you, so do look into the game's trigger warnings beforehand!

You get a form of revenge on the witch who forced you into a millennium of solitude

Lots of things that happen are so magic!

You make your own Tarot cards

Please go check this game out! It's available on the Switch!

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I love Abramar ... don't get me wrong. But don't forget about Grethe! She was extraordinary. I love her and I romanced her in the first playthrough of the game I played. She's so underrated and I think we all should be talking about her!

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My hand reaches out, trying to reach her hand. She takes my hand in hers, the warmth so reassuring. I shake, and she tries to soothe me, despite what we both know lies ahead.

There isn't much time for us, but I know better than to balk at her gaze. She smiles, and so do I, both of us locked in by the Threads of Fate that have woven our souls together into an inseparable binding. She is as much a part of me as I am of her.

"We don't have much time, my love," whispers the girl who I call my soulmate.

"I know," I whisper, kissing her knuckles. "I love you."

"Oh, you know you are making this hard for me, don't you?"

"I am making it hard for you? Ha. I'm the one who must leave you. I'm the one going on a deadly mission."

She snorts. "Don't remind me."

Then, the door to our room is thrown open. I sit up, shielding her from the harsh light of the room beyond. Standing there, glaring at us, is the man who will force me to do both great and terrible things. He glares at me, then nods at her, undoubtedly seeing her as she sits up and watches him.

"My love," she whispers, caressing my face. I turn toward her. "I love you. You could never leave me, and I could never leave you. For our souls are as one, and that means more than the sun itself could understand."

She vanishes into smoke, leaving me cold and shivering. I turn back to the dark man in the doorway. "What is it now, Sir Ornchandyr?"

He clears his throat. "My lady, you are needed in the Great Hall. Much of the more rowdy folks have arrived, ready for battle. But you are needed to organize the chaos."

"Oh. So ... no deadly jobs for me, then?"

He chuckles then. "Oh, no. This is the deadliest of all. For the Empress of the Staghorns is here. And she has already skewered the Demon King of the Shatterday at least once."

"Ah. So yes, I am needed. I see. Well, let me dress. I will find you in the Great Hall."

As he leaves and closes the door, I swear I hear my love's soft laughter. Her essence swirls around me. I smile at her, even though I know she isn't here anymore. I need to do my job. I just wish it wasn't so difficult....

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I hope he's happy wherever his soul is now. Rest in power, my favorite member of One Direction. I will always love you and the impact you had on my life. You guys saved me so many times in so many ways. Thank you, OP, for being kind here. So many people still throw rocks at him and it's not right. Liam was amazing. I will always miss him.

I have a lot to say but for now all I'll say is that Liam was the world's punching bag for 14 years, and for most of that time, he handled it, at least outwardly, with more grace and composure than most anyone could. The fact that people couldn't see that he was being eaten alive—figuratively, literally, by something (or many things)—has made me angry for years. He wasn't well. It was so obvious. I wish people could have had compassion for him.

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Everyone has heard of these kinds of stories.

The vampire and the werewolf. The angel and demon. The witch hunter and witch.

But have they heard your story?

Your story begins one cold, lonely night when the moon was your only companion. The sound of the waves lapping the shore beyond the walls of your prison was the only thing that could be heard for miles. You sat, shivering and alone, barely able to breathe. The pain would not leave you. Your aching spirit would not rest.

Then, the door to your cell was broken open, and in they came. You did not know your own name, but to speak theirs was the most amazing ambrosia you had ever tasted. You did not know what you were, but when they lifted you into their strong arms, you knew one thing — You were safe.

Not many could say that nowadays. But you could, you had the privilege of doing so. And it all went back to the night that everything changed, and you thought your divine spark was ripped from your very ribcage. It wasn't, it was merely ... displaced. And now, you need to find it.

Your salvation is not something that came just because of them, though. Oh, no. You are your own person, so you must take a moment and remember who you are. For in the end, that's all that truly matters. You need to just remember....

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I have this idea for a Hades x Persephone story. But instead of them being Greek gods, I want them to be fae. Or maybe one is and the other is something else. Idk I just really want this to be something I can write and truly love. But idk how to get it to work.

Any ideas or suggestions for this would be so helpful and appreciated! This story would be on Wattpad so if yall could help me, at least let me bounce ideas off you, then maybe I could do this.

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Writing Prompt:

She could feel it in her bones. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer, so she pressed on, holding on tight to her lover's hand. The girl behind her, so small looking and scared, shivered. She turned and handed her the thin, scratchy jacket she'd stolen off the other patient's body.

"Are we going to make it out of here?" her lover asked, her eyes widening in fear as they both press onward through the Compound.

"Yes, we are," she says, despite not knowing whether or not that's true. The two girls pressed on. Neither of them speaking until a huge BOOM! wracked the entire Compound. Voices filtered in from the space ahead of them, and the girls hurried toward them.

Safety. Freedom. Hope. Those three words were her mantra, and as she guided her girlfriend toward the frantic voices of the rebels, the rebels who'd finally raided the accursed Compound where they'd been trained and raised. The two girls were desperate in their sprint toward what had to be their only shot at true safety, at paradise on this dark world.

Just as they broke free of the smoke and ash, her lungs gave out, and she collapsed. Her whole body began to spasm. She knew she was dying, that the Compound had poisoned her food with the Elixir this morning. She knew, but she had been starving. So despite knowing that it wasn't going to end well, she ate.

As she begins to spit blood, her lover kneels beside her, sobbing and yelling her name. She yells for help, but knows that her dying girlfriend cannot hear her frantic cries anymore. The rebels burst through the hall, and as the girl begins to fade, she whispers her final words to her lover.

"I love you. But don't... mourn me, fight... them. Kill them all. Burn them."

And as she looked at her lover one last time, she knew with a strange certainty that she'd do it. She would indeed burn them, all of them, to cinders and ash and dust. She would slaughter them for this, and it is something that the Compound will indeed be too overwhelmed to stop them.