#Arcane vi

[chrisfroot]

— you promised to bite me.

— oh. . Vi.

twilight au

[gangbae]

2021. 2024.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

✨ more glimmadora and caitvi parallels ✨

... kinda?

[sevikitty]

Please Read - Arcane fandom fundraiser for Gaza 🇵🇸

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Hello everyone! I pray you are all safe. We, as part of this fandom, are planning a fundraiser event to motivate people to donate to this cause and help as much as possible. This is based on other fandom-held fundraising events (especially on Twitter) like the ones you will see when visiting the Twitter accounts @TGCFaction or @MDZSaction.

As a first step, we're doing an interest check here.

We are working through the details of the event, for now we want to see if enough people would be interested in participating and then we will create a blog specifically for the event. Please vote and share! DM me here, or on Twitter as @sevikittty if you need anything!

[ffiahh]

FLEETING MOMENTS

praise:

/preɪz/

express warm approval or admiration of.

palestine

"COME ON, YOU CAN TAKE MORE OF ME, HM?" She teased, jutting her hips forward ever so slightly, enjoying the way your mouth widened and your throat expand for her cock. It was a little uncomfortable, your knees dug too far in the pillow and now they were pressing uncomfortably in the carpet, and your jaw was stiffening, there was spit running down your chin, and onto your knees; maybe sinking into your carpet as well, but it didn’t matter, did it? Not with her dark gaze running along your quivering form, and her strong fingers hooking onto your chin. Her grip was bruising, no, really; you caught a glimpse of your fucked out face, and flushed out cheeks in the mirror behind her; your dazed eyes could just make out the red imprints of her thumb and fingers.

You could feel the slow slither of her thumb sneaking past your wet, open lips and settling heavily into the curve of your tongue, far enough to reach the back of your mouth. All you could do was be good and take it.

“Good job.”

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Out of My Mind - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

He's gone kookoo, Your Honor.

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

Vi wants to speak, but her mind has stalled. Her legs are two pistons pumping: her entire world, a blue corridor narrowing to the rising spire of the Aerie.

Silco skids to a sudden halt.

"Get the fuck out of my face!" he shouts, swiping a hand across his face.

Vi jerks back, prepared to defend herself against whatever it is she's presumably done or said to enrage him. But Silco isn’t addressing her. He isn’t even looking her way.

His seething stare is fixed on something—on nothing—in the middle distance.

The specters, Vi thinks.

He's still seeing Vander.

"I know," Silco hisses, hands clamped to his skull to keep the pressurized contents from spewing. "You're the one person I didn't want to disappoint. And I did. I knowIknowIKNOW."

"Silco—" Vi starts, then stops.

His decibels hold the echo of encroaching hysteria. His entire face, scored by decades of stress and strain and sleeplessness, is a deformed mask.

Carefully, she sets a hand on his shoulder. "Hey—get a grip—"

He shrugs her off, violently.  The fire spitting out of his eyes—good and bad—is infernal.

"Oh, of course, you'd have wanted better," he goes on, neck-deep in manic debate with his demons. "You've always stayed on your high-horse! Meanwhile, I fell, and fell, and kept on falling! No—not fell! You fucking pushed me. Then you had the nerve to go out in front of the city. Crown yourself its savior. You knew—you had to have known, the way it was going to blow back on me. Blow back on our home. You had the choice, and you never took it! Never had the balls! I had to get my hands dirty and work twice as hard to undo the damage you'd done!"

"Silco, there's nothing there," Vi pleads. "You know that."

Silco's teeth grind audibly. Vi doubts he's heard a word. He's too far gone, all his rage riveted to the empty air. His lips spit out a loop of invective

"Well, how's this for a send-off, Vander? Fuck you, and the morals you rode in on. Fuck you, and your cowardice, and your high-minded idealism. And most of all, fuck you for never believing in me. Believing in any of us. You thought we'd all go the way we came, didn't you? Back to the gutter we crawled from. Well, here I am! Still standing, in the shit I was born in. And guess what? I'm the only one left." His teeth, bared in a savage parody of triumph, are a chilling slash of bone. "And I'll die before I let the bastards hurt us again. Any of us. So keep your fucking pity! Keep your disappointment! Get away from me, and stay away—Vander?" His tone drops in pitch; forsaken. "Blut?"

Drunkenly, he lurches forward.  Then a shadow falls across his face. His entire demeanor shifts. The temper liquifies into quiet agitation.

"No," he croaks, and Vi's never heard his voice so small. "Why—why are you here? Nandi—no. Please…"

Nandi, Vi thinks, adrenaline foaming through her bloodstream. She knows this name: the one from earlier. The one that made Sevika's entire face fold up like a paper bag.

A dead comrade.

And, judging by Silco's expression, a lover.

"Shh, Nandi, shhh." He's moving, arms extended, reaching for nothing. "Don't cry, sweetheart. My face looks worse than it feels. See?" He gurns a lopsided smile. But his eyes are soaped with an unnerving sheen. "Nothing's changed. It's still your Sil. Just harder on the eyes, is all. No—no, Nan. That's not true. I've forgotten nothing. It's all here." A shaky fingertip touches his temple. "And here." He lays a palm against his heart. "But it's been hard, Nan. So, so hard. Don't look at me like that. I can't go back. You know I can't. We've come too far!"

Numbness seeps through the ventricles of Vi's heart. She knows—knows—there is nothing in the air, except for the blue aether. Knows that it's a byplay of bad psychic resonance. Knows that Silco's mind has been breached: the hatches of sanity blown to kingdom come.

She knows.

And yet, watching him, she can't help feel like a Peeping Tom. A voyeur, witnessing a private confession that was never meant for her ears.

"Silco—" she begins again, but is silenced by the sheer desolation of his countenance.

"No," he whispers, the syllable wrenchingly soft. "You don't understand. The things I've done. The things I still have to do. There's no stopping them. Once the blade's in motion, there's no pulling it out. It's just—it's blood. Blood all the way down." His gaze orients reproachfully on the nothingness. "How can you say that? I kept my word, didn't I? Kept your sister close. She was the last piece of you. Now she's the pride of Zaun. Loyalty? Do you hear yourself? Gone for years, and now you're back, and all you can do is tally the ways I've fallen short?" He shakes his head, mute with a guilt so ancient, it has calcified to the bone. "I hoped you would understand. I did what I must. And you—no. I'm not letting you take her." He's trembling all over. "I need her. Like I needed you. I can't lose you both. I can't! Nandi—no. Come back!"

Vi's seen enough. The creep-quotient has gone from voyeuristic to visceral. Her skin crawls like a net of worms. Her heart is a clenched fist.

Her real fist is already in motion.

"Silco!"

"Fuck!"

He staggers back, spine colliding with the greasy brick wall of the alleyway. A hand flies to his temple. Blood is a darkly glistening smear where her knuckles connected.

"What the hell, Vi?" he snarls. "Are you out of your bloody mind?"

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x08 - "Oil and Water" ↳ "Who lives here? Another Councilor friend of yours?"

[xjdkg89q]

And though I'm still battered and bruised I forgave the world the day that I met you.

[evalineart]

[bloodraven55]

still thinking about this bc how tf did they manage to create so much Tension™ in less than ten seconds

[jellolegos]

Caitvi

[axrynic]

Caitvi are confirmed lesbians and finally hit 6k followers on twitter! woo!

this is a rework of this piece from last nov which, wow improvement!

[bloodpawprint]

Vi with a breeding kink calling you mama (or mommy) whining about how badly she wants to stuff you up :(( poor girl’s so pussy drunk just can’t think straight

nsfw ౨ৎ

she always starts with acting all tough, dominant. but you know better, and you know soon enough she would melt into you. and you could feel her slipping.

she was on top of you, her forearms holding her up beside your head and you face down on the bed as she pushed the strap into you over and over, the both of you whiny messes— but specifically her. you can barely focus on the pleasure flooding through your veins as you listened to vi, feeling her heavy breathing against the side of your face. she moans as if she can feel how tight you are around her, feel how warm and wet you are. she swears she can

“fuck— i need…” you barely catch what she pants out, feeling her body weight lift off you. her big hands land on your lower back, giving her leverage as she resumed her relentless thrusts, getting a clear view of how her cock sinks into you and comes out with a white ring near the base. it makes her spiral a little, images of your cunt spilling with her cum plaguing her delusion little mind

you think, maybe she needs to take a second to catch her breath— that’s what she was gonna say. but you’re interrupted by a particularly harsh thrust into you, making your body jolt and a loud moan to leave your bitten lips. “need to make you a fuckin’ mommy.”

[chrisfroot]

merry christmas~

[thenationofzaun]

Vi and Jinx - The Monster You Created

[kotovsyndrome]

Oil and water. Wasn't meant to be.