#sumprats

[stop-punching-my-wife]

LET'S GO THUMPRATS! CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP!

@thehomelybadger I made these. Hope you like them <3

Run at the Cup on AO3

[doctorhypetrain]

LETS GO THUMPRATS!!!

[anexcellentshot]

LET’S GO ZAUN SUMPRATS! I mean… NEW JERSEY DEVILS. LET’S GO DEVILS

(or how I started watching hockey because of a caitvi hockey AU)

[runephoenix6769]

VOID STARS: HOME JERSEY

VOID STARS: AWAY JERSEY

Reading this Caitvi fic called Run At The Cup by TheHomelyBadger

Is a really good ice hockey fic. Tis fic got me by the short n curlies, so much so, I went off and did some the Team logo designs. (As a lot of them weren't described in the fic, so I kinda took some creative liberties)

And our faves THUMPRATS! HU RAH RAH!

[srrybabe]

hsau fics be like yeah im gonna make the first time we kiss chapter 19. for no particular reason

[melodramen]

More Caitvi Hockey AU ?

Yes.

The fic Run at the cup by @thehomelybadger doesn't want to let me go yet :(

(There will be at least 5 more post ;))

In the same serie :

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

So enjoy a fanart of their famous rivalry before they joined the Sumprats :)

Also, thanks a lot to @runephoenix6769 who created the Lone stars' jersey and emblem, go check out what she did for the rest oh the teams on her account !

[stop-punching-my-wife]

I'M GONNA DIE

this fic is everything and i don't (didn't) give a shit about sports like who even am i now

arts by Nemo

LETS GO SUMPRATS

[doctorhypetrain]

I JUST FINISHED READING RUN AT THE CUP AND IDK WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF NOW

Anyone who sees this can you please tag me in fanart or literally any content related to this fic? I read the whole thing in like 2 days and it’s all I can think about. Its an absolute masterpiece.

[e0n0d0o]

Currently obsessed with the teenage AU by @sunsetsharkblog "Teenage Sumprat"

[saltyorio]

oh also!!!! what do you think about the fact that Claggor likes to read fantasy novels?

I ADORED THE FACT THEY CARED TO REMEMBER HIM IN "JINX FIXES EVERYTHING." I think it also mentioned his favorite fantasy novel was "Sumprat Dreams" or something, but idk if that's Canon or not. Besides the point, we always see him and Vi gravitating towards books whenever they have the chance. I like to imagine in my little head that yearns for the Lanes Family to be happy again so whenever Vi wasn't available to read/tell Powder stories, it was Claggor who read them for her and let her ask as many questions as she wanted. He was just glad he could read his favorite book out loud and have his little sister engage in his interest :((( <<<333

[axtivaqe]

I need yall to drop your fav caitvi fanfics (and where to read them) in the replies.

I have nothing to read and its KILLING me, all I can find are one shots and abandoned unfinished fics and I need a good story thats like 10+ chapters. Ive only read two fics (currently reading the third one) those being:

Teenage Sumprat by SunsetSharkbite

I Would Bring You the Stars and the Moon by GutterWitch

Cerulean eyes for the damaged soul by loveshazel (currently reading)

Please yall I'm desperate for a caitvi fic with some fluff, some angst, some smut, and a happy ending (please I can't handle something that doesn't have a happy ending). Love ya <3

[agustse4]

Chapter 5 posted!

“Ah–” Viktor says– stutters– trying to buy himself enough time to just think .

For some reason, the only notion that his brain can produce is the memory of the fascination in the Inspector’s eyes as he had turned Viktor’s prototype over in his hands, the quiet admiration in the softened lines of his face. He has to know something, then. Even the most rudimentary knowledge of engineering- of anything even tangentially connected to Viktors' work.

Please , Viktor thinks– begs, really, to any god that might be listening– please let them have actually taught this man something more than how to shoot at sumprats at whatever prestigious piltie school he comes from.

“This,” he announces, stepping back around Jinx so that she’s no longer making a wall of bristling aggression between him and Jayce Talis, “is my new research partner.”

[atomicjellyb3an]

alright finally going to read Teenage Sumprat by Sunsetsharkbite, let’s see what all this hype is about

[rarepairdumpster]

Firelight Viktor AU Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Realizations, Sexual Tension, Disability Talk, Viktor deserves all the mobility aids

It takes a long time for Viktor to trust Silco. Longer than Silco expected, honestly.

Viktor is like a stick in the mud when it comes to trusting people. He doesn't give it easily. It takes hard work to ease it out.

It had taken over a year of working together for him to really trust Jayce, after all. And look where that got him.

Silco at least seems committed to gaining Viktor's trust. He notices Silco never makes promises he doesn't intend to make good on, and he's kinder than Viktor expected. 

He takes Viktor's suggestion to set up a free clinic in one of the old factories, and it's where Viktor visits often to see how he really is helping the undercity.

The first time he visits, it makes him emotional, because their are old grannies, etc, thanking the workers for helping with their joints. For the medicine. Saying they've had a new lease of life in the last week, etc

He notices their lack of mutations.

And when he asks one of the workers, they make an offended face and explain "Taking too strong a dose over long periods is what causes the mutations. We know the guidelines for administrating it."

Viktor smiles a little at the seriousness that the workers take their jobs. "I'm glad to hear it," Viktor nods. It makes him happy to know that Silco chose good people to hire.

When he gets back home, Viktor has a little cry, and pulls out an old tattered photo of his mother. Wishes he'd been older. Wishes she'd lasted longer. Wishes he'd met Silco sooner.

It's not long before Viktor realizes he's spending more time in the undercity than in Piltover. He keeps making excuses to not be in the lab as if Jayce isn't making similar ones for political ventures, and finds walking the streets topside to be increasingly uncomfortable.

Keeps hearing not-even-remotely-hushed remarks about uppity sumprats daring to ask for a new lift, for water purifiers, etc, and answering outbursts of "ungrateful trenchers"

"As if we havent spent enough money on them already"

Unkind comments about The Industrialist.

Viktor isn't eating very much at him and Silco's, now, weekly dinner at the last drop. All their words keep swirling in his head and it makes him sicker than he already is.

"What is it?" Silco asks, dabbing his mouth with his napkin.

"I don't think I can keep going back there," Viktor answers quietly, not look at him. He pushes some food around his plate with his fork. "The things I hear up there....its sickening. And I hear it more now than ever."

Silco nods. "I have somewhere for you to stay. When you're ready."

Viktor flushes a little. "I think I'm far from ready to stay with you."

"No, of course not," Silco chuckles. "I had a townhouse prepared when I first recruited you. I wanted you down here full time, if you recall."

"A townhouse," Viktor repeats, bemused. "Haven't heard that term used down here before." 

Silco smirks, eyes glinting. "You'd be amazed at the difference knocking a few walls, a fresh coat of paint, and some good furnishings, can make."

"You had that prepared for me?" Viktor asks, a little surprised that Silco went through all that trouble. "And kept it?"

"I had a feeling you would need it one day," Silco explains, taking a drink. "And I'm usually right."

Viktor can't tell if he wants to touch Silco's hand in thanks or kick him under the table for the presumption

"I need another week," Viktor decides. "To gather my things and make arrangements." 

"I'll send a truck whenever you're ready," Silco nods. 

Viktor stares at his food, then up at Silco. "I...Thank you."

"What for?"

"Treating me like a person," Viktor explains. "Like I matter."

Silco frowns like he's actually baffled.

"How else would I treat you?"

"It's just that you were right about everything. My friends, my job...everything." Viktor chuckles sadly. "You're the only one that's stayed consistent in how you've treated me."

Silco's lips thin. Just for a moment.

"I don't relish being right about such things, Viktor," Silco says quietly. "You must know that. If a man deserves anything, it's to be confident his friend has his back. No matter what."

"Then, I'm glad to have you," Viktor smiles, even though he can feel tears stinging his eyes, "as a friend."

Silco almost startles, but contains himself. 

Instead....he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief.

Offers it without a word.

Viktor dabs his eyes and thanks Silco, taking a few deep breaths before speaking again. 

"I should go. I have things to prepare."

Let me escort you, Silco thinks, but he doesn't give voice to it. 

Viktor is still too entangled with the firelights for that.

It only takes Viktor a couple days to gather his meager things from his small apartment and make sure that only what he wanted remained on record at the academy. 

He called Silco for the moving vehicle early and was a little embarrassed when all he had to put in the large truck was a small end table, his shower chair, and a couple crates of personal items.

The truck driver gives the contents a funny, half-irritated look, but shrugs. Whatever. Silco is paying for the fuel and his time, so who cares.

Silco is there to greet him when they pull in front of the house. It's nestled between two much taller buildings but still contains the winding brass and chemtech accents native to Zaun. Viktor hasn't seen anything so magnificent that was his.

Silco glances at the limited contents that the driver heaves out of the truck and he raises a brow. "I suppose its a good thing this place is fully furnished."

Viktor looks away, embarrassed. "The academy provided my previous apartment and furnishings. I had planned to get my own things eventually but...nothing ever seemed right."

Silco hums, and suspects he knows why, but doesn't comment. He just opens his palm and reveals the key

Viktor hesitates a moment before taking the key, letting his fingers brush along Silco's palm. "Thank you, again."

"No need." Silco smirks. "I get as much out of this arrangement as you do."

"I'm not sure about that," Viktor chuckles trying to hide the flush of his cheeks. Gods, the crush he had been developing on the man just kept growing. He just hopes that some day he'll have the courage to do something about it. 

"Are you busy?" Viktor asks, a little hopeful. "I could make some tea."

Silco gives him a once-over, and Viktor feels like he got caressed from ankle to throat  "I could drink."

Viktor goes to grab one of his boxes and Silco stops him with a hand on his upper arm. 

"Let them take care of it," Silco smiles. "You've had a long day." 

Viktor nods and goes to the door, opening  it for the first time

The brief touch on his arm lingers, a phantom sensation, warm and tingling.

When he opens the door, he sees that most of the furnishings are covered, but the amount of space is more than Viktor has ever occupied. 

"I do have one thing to show you," Silco smirks, a glint in his eye. He walks forward into the house, looking back to make sure Viktor is following him. He winds his way to the back of the house, near the kitchen, where a small lift was tucked away. "I knew relying on stairs all the time would be difficult for you."

Viktor draws in an unsteady breath. A personal lift? In his house?

Silco was spoiling him.

Silco is a bit hesitant at Viktor's silence. "I understand if I was being too presumptuous or--"

When Viktor's hands fly around his chest and he feels the warm heat of Viktor's body against him, he goes stiff for a moment before letting his arms wind around Viktor as well.

Almost like he can't help himself, Silco tucks his face into Viktor's neck and inhales.

Viktor isn't usually one for acting out of emotion, but no one had ever thought of him like this. His leg and back were an inconvenience and a problem to be fixed.

But Silco saw him.

"I'm sorry, I..." Viktor couldn't bring himself to pull away from the warm embrace. Not yet.

"It's alright."

Silco ends up being the one to part them, the temptation too strong when his lips were so close to the skin of Viktor's neck.

"I believe I was promised tea," Silco gives Viktor a soft smile, his hands resting on the boys shuulders

"Ah. Yes." Viktor flushes. "Right."

Arch + Woods

[abi-butmakeitbyler]

I just finished Teenage Sumprat by Sunsetsharkbite and let me tell you my life isn't the same since

[thehomelybadger]

how long did ratc take you to plan & write? i see you published it over a year or so on ao3 but i’m curious about the planning & drafts too. ratc reignited my love for fics & inspired me to write as well but i’m spending foreevverrr in the planning stage and actually writing is so tedious (perfectionist) & i wonder if i’ll ever get to the point of writing something as detailed and fleshed out as ratc especially w other commitments like uni

follow up question, is there a particular book, series or piece of media that majorly inspires your writing?

fantastic question.

one of the big things folks ask me when they approach me about RATC is how i kept track of it and how long it took to plan. The answer to both is basically a month or so - from posting chapter 1 to chapter 33 took exactly a year (I planned it that way!) with a few months off when a relationship ended and I lost my job (that was UNPLANNED).

RATC became the beast that it is by answering questions I kept asking myself. I didn't set out with the answers already in hand - I kind of discovered them along the way. I'd ask things like 'what do I want to express with claggor?' and i'd answer 'well, a dude with depression who everyone thinks is dumb but is incredibly emotionally intelligent'. that leads to the question 'ok, what does that look like on the sumprats?' and the answer was as an assistant captain, and showing all the things that displayed how an emotionally intelligent guy would be really valuable to a team situation.

it's a trick i learned from professional tabletop DMs - worldbuilding is essentially asking yourself questions and being honest with the answers. that coupled with the fact that I knew the ending sequence - I wanted the Sumprats to come back from down five goals in the final game, the 'won't back down' crowd singing sequence, and Cait wearing Vi's journey - meant that I could basically lay out breadcrumbs that would pay off down the line. when the fic began to expand past my initial 9 chapter expectation (queue mocking laughter) I kept myself focused by completing what i called mini arcs - Caitlyn finding herself in the team and Vi protecting her with Claggor is act 1, Ahri coming back and them starting a romantic relationship is act 2, etc. etc. etc.

so, to say that I started off planning it isn't accurate. what's more accurate is that I decided on my endpoint and discovered all the little places the story could go along the way. it worked for me, and my adhd, and it worked for me because i loved writing it and wanted to keep revisiting the world.

as for the tedium of writing - one of the keys for me is that i really wanted it done, and had fun doing it. if it had ever been tedious for me i don't think i would've been able to power through, so it kept being fun for me.

regarding the series/books I read: I read a ton of romance novels because life is hard and i want to read warmth, but stephen king, dennis lehanne, and nora roberts (lol what a trio) have all been big influences on the way i characterize folks. my favourite TV show of all time is The Wire, but I love Chernobyl and the first season of True Detective and the Godfather trilogy - the media i tend to really cherish is media that makes me think, or makes me shut my brain off. it's weird that way.

i am so sorry for the ramble, and thank you so much for the question.