#fuck you arcane

[vislut]

sweet and loving sex w vi! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

vi prefers it slow, likes to caress your delightful soft skin, gripping the edges of your hips with calloused hands, lips so soft she can’t help herself drown in you. she pecks the corner of your mouth, “you want my fingers now?”

her sky baby blues, full of life and love, expectant for your acceptance and you give it easily. eagerly nodding she slowly glides her finger into your dripping pussy. vi thinks she can just die right there, happily watching your gleeful smile transform into an eager moan. “i love fucking you with my fingers, baby. you’re so perfect.”

chants of i love you fall from your lips, as you kiss her, the love of your life, fucking you sweetly and she’s chanting your name as if you’re the one fucking her, but seeing you like this is more than enough for her. your fingers tightly woven in her hair, pulling away to look in her loving eyes as she gifts you sensational release only she can bring.

[embershroud108]

All right, we need to talk about how fucking huge Warwick is

This is terrifyingly large. Like, Singed, a full grown if scrawny man, could easily fit in one of his hands.

[fyeahnix]

What was that about Sevika being a voyeur again?

cw: femme!reader, oral sex, face sitting

Sevika had such beautiful eyes. Wolf-grey, that shone in the light and contrasted her medium-dark complexion well. That beauty, however, belied an audaciousness you found irritating at worst and arousing at best.

On the rare mornings when Sevika stirred awake, she lay in bed flat on her belly. One leg hiked up, half under covers. Her arms rested under the pillow to prop her head up. She was a disheveled and sleepy mess. Damp black hair hung loosely over her face. Through the forest, though, you still caught her half-lidded silver gaze.

She watched you.

Watched you pull your underwear out of your ass when you left the bed. Watched you pull her T-shirt over your head, leaving your breasts on display. Watched you pad out of the shower to scour your armoire for the day's outfit.

Sometimes you'd exaggerate your movements—bending over slower, running your hands over yourself. And she wouldn't turn away for a single second. You, of course, huffed in frustration when she inevitably fell back to sleep.

On the best days, Sevika stayed awake long enough for her to see you off to work. And if you were early enough? Well...

Her eyes fluttered back open when you approached her.

"Hey, baby," you whispered at her ear. "Gonna head out, okay?"

She growled and groaned and shifted in place. "Not time yet." She ended up on her back with an arm behind her head. Her top half was left exposed, likely to entice you to stick around for longer. "Saw what panties you put on. Why don't you take 'em off and ride my face?"

You slapped her ribs in reprimand.

"Think 'm kiddin'?"

"Vika, you just got in two hours ago. I think you need to sleep."

Her human arm drifted under the thin sheet covering her hips. "Can't. Too busy thinkin' 'bout you."

"Then un-think about me and get some rest. I gotta go."

Sevika hummed. Scratched at her happy trail. "Ten minutes?"

What an offer. But, she was good for it. Ten minutes or four hours, Sevika could handle anything in between. If you didn't finish, at least you had the entire rest of your day to agonize over it. And, well, you only wanted to get to work earlier to finish up some paperwork, anyway.

You pecked the corner of her mouth before you shimmied out of your pants. You turned, bending over to slide your panties down your legs. "Better take a good look now, because if you don't finish me off by"—you glanced at the clock in the corner—"5:20, that's the last look you're getting 'til next week."

Sevika laughed off the threat. She beckoned you closer with an outstretched hand, which you took for support to climb on top of her.

You sat with your thighs on either side of her head. Weight didn't matter. You'd spent more than enough time fussing about not crushing your partner only for her to wave off your concerns as comical.

You gave her everything. Rode her. Indulged her. Made sure her eyes were bigger than her belly as you cradled her head right into your cunt. In record time—four and a quarter minutes to be exact—you shook and sank your nails into her scalp. Threaded her hair.

"Se...vi...kaaaa..." you moaned, grinding at every syllable of her name. Shaking, stars clouding your closed eyes.

When you opened them and peered down, her own were blown. Black irises overtook beautiful grey, a new wolf challenging the old. Her face was a downright mess. Your essence glistened on her lips and nose but traveled as far wide as her cheeks and the right side of her jaw.

Sevika caressed your shoulder blades, your ribs and breasts, your hips, before finally resting a large, warm hand on your ass. She rubbed, shook, and smacked it.

"So, about those ten minutes..." she purred, smirk growing to a full-on grin.

You raked nails down her scalp to relish her squirm. Not hard, but enough pressure to remind her that you still straddled her face and could still suffocate her if you so desired.

"Shut the fuck up," you sighed.

When you recovered, you dismounted and kissed her in thanks, then left Sevika to clean the mess off her face. You bent over to snatch your underwear and pants from the floor. Then stopped.

Sevika fixated on you. You imagined the journey her eyes made from your waist down the curve of your ass and legs and back up to your peeking pussy lips. She ravaged and savored you with nothing but a heated gaze. Only then did you notice with the quick wink she flicked you that you played right into her voyeuristic hands.

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@ash-fall7 @the-anonmaton

[binghe-malewife-goals]

I know a lot of people use these two images to show Viktor's character development into a (what we have yet to seen) antagonist, but I think it shows a more resolute—hardened Viktor.

In this shot, Viktor is stagnant. He looks lost, sad, even surprised. He only watches on as Jayce speaks for them, and Hextech, as a whole.

In this scene, he feels and looks utterly powerless.

But this Viktor?

He looks determined. Resolute and unrelenting. Shaped, now, by his own regrets. Instead of Jayce doing the talking, Viktor does.

This is a Viktor who looks like he's daring the council to fuck with him, frankly. A Viktor that is determined to set things right, to not lose their dream again, no matter what.

(And whether Jayce and Viktor succeed in this, we'll see)

[sin-sidejob]

alright, we’re hunting down Netflix executives

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

FINALLY watched arcane and this boy owns my mind now!!!he makes me feel THINGS. i think i’m going to write something about him at this point cause like—

but i wonder if his admirers are still alive here on tumblr???

upd: started to write that fic so you better stay tuned bitches!!!!!

upd 2.0: posted the fic. go give it some love :)

[ffiahh]

bartender!vi does that thing where she admires your outfit from over the bar, then ask you to twirl for her; while using her thumb and forefinger to pinch at the fabric, and palm at your body before she fucks you in the back on her 15 min break and you'll know she's serious and maybe willing stay longer then 15 min if she's popped the first few buttons on her shirt and has rolled her sleeves up her forearm

[sparrowposting]

Thinking abt body horror as romantic. Body horror as intimate recognition of the self and the other and the other as the self. Body horror as an encounter with the divine.

[archangeldyke-all]

hiii i had this idea stuck in my head all day, how about buying sev flowers just because, without any occasion and she doesn't know how to react? you can sprinkle some spice there pretty please

AWEEEEEEEE this is so SWEET

men and minors dni

as you strolled to the last drop like you always do on thursday evenings-- sevika gets fridays off so you like to walk her home after her last day of work, stop to buy her whatever she's craving on the way home, and spend the time catching up and chatting with your girl-- your eyes caught on a little cart on the side of the street.

flowers are rare in zaun, especially flowers that aren't meant to be smoked for various inebriating effects. there's hardly any sunlight in the undercity, hardly enough clean water for all the citizens, much less the flora and fauna. but, once in a while, someone will head up to the promenade, buy a whole bunch of flowers in bulk, and haul them back down to zaun to sell.

most often, people who visit the flower sellers of zaun are men trying to get back on their girls' good side, or people headed to funerals. you slow your pace to examine the colorful bunches of petals, smiling softly as your mind wanders, as it tends to, to your wife.

you wonder what kind of flowers are sevika's favorite. you wonder if she's seen enough flowers in her life to form an opinion. something sad settles over you, and you frown as it occurs to you that your wife's likely never been gifted flowers in her life.

well, that's all it takes for you to cross the street and pat down your pockets for a few spare coins.

"hello, beautiful!" the old lady behind the cart greets you. you smile.

"hello. i don't know much about flowers, but i'm looking for something for my wife?" you ask. "something sweet and small."

the woman grins, then reaches up and grabs a giant bouquet of red, pink, and white roses. you giggle.

"oh, no, i think that's a bit much. she might die of embarrassment if i give her those." you chuckle. the woman smiles.

"so she's got subtle taste?" she asks. you giggle and nod again. that's one way to put it. the old woman quickly gathers a few flowers from various bunches. she holds it up for you to examine. you smile.

"that's perfect. what flowers are these?" you ask, reaching out to hold the small bundle she's picked out for you. she smiles and reaches across the cart, pointing to each flower she's arranged.

"white tulips," she points to the two tall white flowers, "for a pure love." she moves her hand to the tiny five-petaled blue flowers with bright yellow centers. "forget-me-not's, their meaning is in their name." she explains, then she points to the the tallest flower, one singluar purple stalk. "this is lavender. it's symbolic for women like you and your wife." she looks you up and down, winking, and you realize she means gay people. you chuckle. "it'll also make the room you store these in smell fabulous. chop the stems at an angle when you get home, and then put 'em in fresh water with a little bit of sugar. keep 'em in a sunny spot--not too sunny though! they should last you a week." she says, quickly wrapping the stems in your fist up in a sweet white bow.

you grin and pass her three gold coins. she gasps.

"oh honey, this is only worth one!" she calls as you start walking toward the last drop again. you just giggle and wave her off.

"thank you miss!" you call, waving goodbye to her.

you're a little nervous to give the flowers to sevika, worried that she won't like them. but when she walks out of the front doors of the bar and sees you waiting across the street for her, she grins, and all your worries melt.

she wraps you up in a big hug, and you giggle. "hi baby." you mumble against her shoulder. she groans, kissing your scalp.

"it's so fuckin' good to see you." she mumbles.

you pull away to look up at her, pouting. "bad day?"

"horrible. c'mon, i want somethin' greasy and salty for dinner."

you laugh. "i got you somethin' that might cheer you up." you say. sevika raises a salacious eyebrow at you, and you burst into giggles. you're happy to see her permanent scowl melt a bit at the sound. "not that kinda surprise, baby." you snort.

then, you reveal the bouquet you'd been hiding behind your back, pushing it into sevika's hands. she blinks down at them, then up at you, then back down at the flowers. "...what?" she asks eventually. you giggle and kiss her cheek.

"i got you flowers!" you exclaim. she looks up at you, still confused.

"...did someone die?" she asks, and you can see her trying to mentally catalog all the people she knows. you snort, then gently smack her shoulder.

"sevika! can't a woman just buy her wife some flowers? no ulterior motives?" you ask.

sevika considers this like you've just asked her what the meaning of life is. she looks seriously confused. you're half adoring, half sad. you make a mental note to start buying your wife flowers any chance you see them. she needs to be spoiled more.

then, her face clears, and she looks up at you with a look she reserves for you and you only. reverent, vulnerable, and shaky. you pout, and reach up to cup her face in your hands. "just for me?" she asks. you smile and lean forward to kiss her.

"just for you, babe." you whisper against her lips.

sevika usually walks with her flesh hand in yours. tonight, though, she demotes you to her mech hand, so her flesh hand can gently cradle the bouquet against her chest.

you make a quick stop at jericho's to pick up some grub, and you have to bite back a smile at the looks regulars are throwing sevika as she gazes sweetly down at a small bundle of flowers in her hands.

when you get home, you insist that you be the one who trim and arrange them for sevika. she hovers over you as you do like you're going to crush them. you think it's adorable-- she's so attached to the things already, you're a little worried what's going to happen when they eventually die.

(you don't have to worry though. you end up pressing the flowers between some old encyclopedias, then framing them and hanging them on your wall. it's becomes a tradition, each time you buy sevika flowers-- which ends up being close to once a week-- you guys press and frame them together once they're close to wilting, to preserve the memory and love forever.)

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[sevikasenby]

been really wanting to get a choker but i can’t find one that looks like this:

[visbluehairedcupcake]

So no one wants to talk about Vi's canines? she undoubtedly leaves bite marks in the inner legs of Cait, her neck and on her boobs too, because they're soft and delicious and why the fuck wouldn't her do that?

[abbysfrenchbraid]

rewatching arcane.. jinx would not shave her armpits

[essektheylyss]

I do think it's worthless to try to argue with the "amount of screen time = relative significance" crowd, but I really cannot stress enough how great this episode was for me personally, as an Essek stan.

I was doing the math between the mention of the war in the prelude (instead of a more general, 'since the Mighty Nein largely parted ways') and Trent saying, "Don't you want to know what I have?" and sat in my chair for ten minutes before Trent actually said it like, "Surely this man is not about to threaten Essek. That is way too much wish fulfillment for me personally. There is no way that's what he's about to say." AND THEN.

Fundamentally my opinions of an episode are not predicated on whether my fave was physically in attendance, nor even whether he was relevant, but it does show how reductive the measurement of screen time is as a metric considering Trent didn't even have to mention Essek by name to drag his living soul in kicking and screaming to briefly haunt this narrative.

[haemosexuality]

funniest part of seeing someone react to arcane will always be "omg mylo is so annoying shut up kid" *mylo straight up dies* "😨"

[tombstoney]

[sevikasupremacy]

The more I look at Sevika the more I want to be the pavement that she walks on