#vi cannot catch a break

[spikeyteefer]

During Mel's flashback to her childhood in S1, there's a moment where Ambessa stands alone in the ruined doorway of whatever castle she's just overtaken.

Because Mel never supported her cruelty, she's not standing next to her in this shot. She's standing directly opposite her, out of frame.

Now in S2, we see Caitlyn standing dead center in the destroyed council chamber, with Ambessa off to the side.

Ambessa is replacing Mel with Caitlyn, who's now desperate enough to support violence and weaponry - something Mel repeatedly refused to do.

Caitlyn also isn't just a replacement. She's now the continuation of Ambessa's ideologic lineage: That a wolf has no mercy.

And now Caitlyn is getting a new parental figure after just losing her mom.

Who does that remind you of?

[det-padfoot66]

How to cope with a breakup, Arcane edition:

A. become a militarized police dictator and brutalize the oppressed

B. become the messiah

C. go emo, become a pitfighter, and go on a substance abuse/rage fuelled bender

D. age 50 years in a day

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 2k Content/Warnings: sfw, arcane au in which they're all actors starring in the show, softttt sevika, loser!sevika if you squint, actress!reader, reader is fem/referred to with fem terms and pronouns A/N: i am sure i'm not the only one who likes to imagine that every character in arcane is simply an actor, and they were simply acting; not actually experiencing the tragedy they cannot seem to catch a damn break from... so, without further ado, here is this first installment of this series! as per the poll i posted, sevika will be first, and vi is up next!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

୨ৎ You’re an up-and-coming actress, with Arcane being your debut television series

୨ৎ The audition process was no easy feat; after its first two seasons’ massive success, it was clear that Arcane’s casting directors were looking for the best of the best, and you were up against some intense competition

୨ৎ Some of which were were a-listers, so naturally, you had your moments of doubt, assuming that there was no way you were beating any of them out

୨ৎ You persevered anyhow, due mostly to the genuine love you had found for the character you were auditioning for: Evette, a prodigy mechanical engineer from Zaun who lands herself an internship with Hextech Labs. 

୨ৎ Her story consists of the tragic loss of her parents at the hands of enforcers, unyielding ambition driven by the desire to honor her late parents, and of course, one of the yummiest sapphic slow burns on television to date

୨ৎ You’re sure this slow burn is the main reason why so many actresses scrambled to land this role, and you couldn’t really blame them

୨ৎ Nina Singh was irrevocably and undeniably one the hottest people in existence, playing Sevika, one of the hottest characters in existence

୨ৎ This made for some very awkward chemistry tests between Nina and a few potential Evettes; actresses focusing so much on trying to seduce Sevika that at times, Nina felt like she was shooting the intro to some shitty porno

୨ৎ Then came you: one of the finalists for the role of Evette, unbeknownst to you 

୨ৎ You’re a nervous wreck in front of Nina- she’s an a-lister herself- and even still, your ability to embody Evette and bring the depths and nuances of her relationship with Sevika to life leaves the room taken aback

୨ৎ You’ll never forget the day of your chemistry test; you’re exchanging the final lines of the short scene you’re given to perform with Nina, heart pounding in  your chest

୨ৎ “Not getting any younger,” Nina gruffs in character, nodding towards your tedious work tightening the loose bolt on her arm, “and I’d rather not spend more time with a Piltie than I have to.”

୨ৎ Nina’s got a prosthetic arm in real life, so there’s actually a little bolt she lets you toy with for the scene

୨ৎ “If you want to leave with your arm short-circuting, be my guest,” you sigh, “but I don’t do sloppy work.” Your eyes flit up to hers for a moment- just until she catches you staring- before you continue tinkering with her arm. “And for the record,” you say, finally leaning back to admire your handiwork, “I’m not from Piltover.”

୨ৎ Nina’s brows furrow in confusion for a split second before she conceals her interest with Sevika’s typical scowl. “You didn’t tell me that.”

୨ৎ You smirk, looking up at her through your eyelashes. “You didn’t ask.” 

୨ৎ “Jesus,” the director calls out, “You two… I mean, the chemistry is palpable. Exactly what I'd envisioned. What do you think, Nina?”

୨ৎ You feel shy under her knowing smirk

୨ৎ “I think we’ve got our Evette.”

୨ৎ “Yeah?” The director responds with a smile, “What do you think, Y/n? How would you like to join us for season three of Arcane?”

୨ৎ Frankly, you almost shit yourself in front of the entire room

୨ৎ Thankfully, you’re able to keep it together and accept the role like a normal person; and now, here you are, three years later, and Arcane fans are obsessed with you

୨ৎ Even more than they’re obsessed with you, they’re obsessed with you and Nina 

୨ৎ Your character is a catalyst for the well-deserved, long overdue exploration of Sevika’s character and her vulnerabilities, and you and Nina are so invested in your characters that the bond you develop while filming inevitably goes beyond screen

୨ৎ At first, you’re wildly intimidated by her; she’s a renowned actress who’d been in the industry for a while, most known for roles similar to Sevika: guarded, icy, domineering

୨ৎ You’re quite tickled (and pleasantly surprised) to learn that Nina is the exact opposite

୨ৎ As soon as cut is called, she’s breaking into a smile, cracking a joke, or praising you for your performance

୨ৎ After particularly heavy or intense scenes, though, her expression tends to remain serious, and her focus isn’t on anyone but you until she knows you're all good

୨ৎ There’s one scene in particular- one where Sevika’s ripping into Evette- that Nina still feels bad about

୨ৎ It’s the first scene she thinks of when a journalist asks which scene from season three was the hardest to film

୨ৎ “I hate having to yell at her,” she says. “I can’t stand it; and you saw her bring on the tears- man, it broke my freakin’ heart!” 

୨ৎ You reach over to rub circles in between her shoulder blades, playfully rolling your eyes

୨ৎ “Poor baby,” you say, sticking your bottom lip out in a mocking pout

୨ৎ “So I take it Sevika’s disposition is much different than Nina’s?” The journalist inquires

୨ৎ “Oh, 100%,” you nod, “Apart from the RBF, Nina is a softie. I’ve never seen her angry.”

୨ৎ “I’m not a softie,” she mutters, resting her chin in her hand, “and what is RBF?”

୨ৎ “Resting Bitch Face,” you say in tandem with the journalist

୨ৎ She lets out a loud laugh, doubling over in her seat

୨ৎ It’s after this interview that fans begin to pick up on some… not-so-platonic energy between you and Nina

୨ৎ Nina is very sweet, yes, but she’s also very shy

୨ৎ But it seems that whenever she’s around you, she’s much more comfortable, coming out of her shell more than ever

୨ৎ Thus prompts the compilations 

୨ৎ “Nina Singh and Y/n Y/l/n being in love for 12 minutes and 54 seconds”

୨ৎ “Every time Nina manages to make the conversation about Y/n compilation”

୨ৎ “Take a shot every time Y/n makes Nina blush challenge: extreme”

୨ৎ But there are three moments in particular that fans can’t get enough of:

୨ৎ 1. The forever immortalized moment where you made Nina blush during a red carpet event

୨ৎ It wasn’t abnormal for the two of you to be paired for most press appearances, considering that your characters were a package deal in season 3, so you’re not surprised when you’re being photographed on the red carpet at the season premier and the photographers want a shot of you two together

୨ৎ “Let’s get some of the two of you, yeah?” the line of photographers begin to call out

୨ৎ Your hand reaches out for Nina- who’s a few feet away, getting her own photos taken- and she quickly slots next to you, arm wrapping around to hold your waist

୨ৎ Her fingers comb through her hair; once, twice, a third time

୨ৎ “My hair won’t stay out of my damn face,” she grumbles

୨ৎ Suddenly, you’re turning to her, reaching up to tuck the stray tendril of raven hair behind her ear and brushing back any other stray pieces

୨ৎ “Better?” You ask, turning back to the cameras like nothing had happened

୨ৎ You don’t notice that she’s acting like a total loser now; all fidgety and shy and awkward

୨ৎ In fact, she gets so bashful that her hand comes up to hide her face

୨ৎ And, of course, who wouldn’t photograph a moment so adorable?

୨ৎ She’s forever haunted by the circulation of her photographed schoolgirl crush freak out

୨ৎ 2. The one and only time she’s ever gone Sevika on someone in real life; and it was to defend you 

୨ৎ You’re sitting on your very first panel at a popular convention, as star-struck by the sea of fans in front of you as they are by the actors and actresses in front of them

୨ৎ This was the most pressure you’d felt during the press tour yet; being interviewed in real time in front of the show’s biggest supporters, answering questions from the show’s biggest supporters

୨ৎ Luckily, the crowd had been great so far

୨ৎ (You’re also sat in between Nina, who always eases your nerves, and Ekko’s actor, who you definitely shouldn’t have been seated next to because all you two do is cut up smh)

୨ৎ Until, a perturbed fan has a question for Nina

୨ৎ “I heard that Natalia Richmond was in the running for the role of Evette; I’m a big fan of both of your work, and I was honestly a little bummed to hear that she wouldn’t be starring alongside you. Not that Y/n didn’t do a good job, but do you wonder what Evette’s character could have looked like if someone else had gotten to take a stab at the character?”

୨ৎ The room falls silent

୨ৎ Your ears burn with embarrassment, and on instinct, you look over to Nina, whose jaw is set

୨ৎ She lowers her mic, turning her head to you with a scoff

୨ৎ “Are you fucking kidding me?”

୨ৎ The crowd lets out an awkward laugh; her mic had picked up her grievance 

୨ৎ Not that she gave a fuck

୨ৎ “Well,” she exhales, bringing the mic back up to her mouth, “truthfully, I don’t think Y/n did a good job. I think she did an incredible job.”

୨ৎ Your breath hitches in your throat

୨ৎ Her voice is stern, assertive; and for the first time since you’ve known her, Nina Singh is pissed

୨ৎ “I wouldn’t have been able to deliver the performance I wanted to this season without her. Sevika’s character arc would not have been executed as well as it was if i’d worked alongside anyone but the woman to my right; so no, I do not wonder what Evette’s character would have looked like if she weren’t played by Y/n, and I haven’t wondered since the day we had our chemistry test.”

୨ৎ With that, she sets the mic down, leaning back and crossing her arms in front of her with a scowl still on her face

୨ৎ The crowd gives her an applause- thankfully, the majority of Arcane’s fans adored you and could not have pictured the Arcane universe without you- and you lean over, giving Nina a “Thank you” and a squeeze on her arm

୨ৎ “Don’t mention it,” she shrugs; and at the sight of the warm smile on your face, she’s a giant teddy bear again

୨ৎ 3. The time you and Nina casually dropped that you’re basically U-Haul Lesbians

୨ৎ You two are setting up for an interview, and the camera is already rolling as your makeup artists powder your faces and your mics are adjusted

୨ৎ The footage starts in the middle of an idle conversation with the journalist

୨ৎ “So you hadn’t heard of RBF until then?” she asks

୨ৎ “I must be getting old,” she shrugs. She gives the makeup artist a soft “Thanks” as they walk away before she continues. “I hadn’t heard that phrase a day in my life; although I had heard that I’m a little unapproachable.”

୨ৎ You chuckle to yourself, thinking of the first time you met Nina; she does tend to sport a furrowed brow, but as soon as she speaks, she’s as kind as can be

୨ৎ “I didn’t think you liked me when we first met,” you muse 

୨ৎ “Oh, well you were right that time. I don’t like you.” 

୨ৎ You all burst out into a fit of laughter 

୨ৎ Anyone who knew of Nina knew of her affection for you

୨ৎ “Right, that’s why we're roomates; because you hate me so much,” you chuckle.

୨ৎ “Exactly- ‘s why we took in a stray cat, too, because who does that with someone they like?"

୨ৎ The journalist is now looking at both of you, gobsmacked

୨ৎ “You mean to tell me you two are living together and took in a stray cat together?”

୨ৎ Cluelessly, you both look to each other, then back to the journalist

୨ৎ “Yeah,” you smile, nodding innocently

୨ৎ “So you two are basically married…” 

୨ৎ Nina snorts, and you giggle, and you both agree

୨ৎ And that night, when you’re both back at home, Nina finally asks:

୨ৎ “Well, since we’re basically married, are you gonna let me take you out to dinner?”

୨ৎ Bonus: 

୨ৎ Yes, there was a sex scene

୨ৎ No, the two of you did not hear the director say cut

୨ৎ Tweets below… enjoy.

──˚₊• 𝐄𝐍𝐃 •‧₊˚──

[aajjks]

FUCK! (VI)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

warnings jüngkøøk béïng döwn bàd (lïké réällÿ bäd), méntïøns øf tïts (béçäûsé øf çøûrsé), flüstéréd yn, bût shé’ll névér ädmït ït, jeøñ ‘nø filtér’ jüngkøøk, çhäøtïc énérgÿ évérÿwhéré, ünëxpëçtéd søft mømënts (døñ’t lét ït føøl yöü), jungkøøk béïng øbsësséd wïth yn ïñ thät drëss, brëädstïçk äbüsë, yn mïght bé çätçhïñg fëëlïñgs?? (üh øh), éxçéssïvé üsë øf thë wørd ‘bäbé’

note. OMG I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL ENJOY THIS. I AM SUPER SORRY FOR THE DELAY. PLEASE ENJOY OUR FUCKBOY.

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You thought you’d feel normal again after giving Jungkook a chance,

Maybe even smug about the way he’d screamed like an idiot after you said yes. But, no. The man-child has been unbearable since this morning.

“Yn… what do you think about sunsets? Romantic, right?”

You glance up from your laptop, watching Jungkook hover in the doorway to the living room, hands clasped behind his back like he’s about to pitch a PowerPoint presentation about sunsets.

“Uh… yeah?” You squint. “Why?”

He grins. “Just gathering intel.”

“Intel for what?”

You are pretty sure he’s about to do something really stupid like always.

“Oh, nothing.” His smile turns suspiciously smug. “You’ll see. Just dress cute tomorrow night.”

You stare blankly at him for a second before turning back to your work. “Right. That’s not concerning at all.”

First of all, you don’t trust him for shit.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, but you can feel him still watching you. His energy practically radiates off him. You ignore him for as long as you can, but after a full two minutes, you can’t take it anymore.

“Do you mind?” you snap, not looking up.

Can he get out already?

“I can’t help it,” Jungkook whines. “You’re so hot when you’re focused. Look at you typing away like a boss. Ugh.”

You throw a pen at him, and he dodges, laughing as he runs back into the living room.

You can’t lie, his compliments make you feel a lot more hotter, and yes, you are kind of hot.

•••

Later that evening, you catch him in the kitchen, leaning over the counter with his phone in one hand and a protein bar in the other. He’s muttering to himself like a man with a mission.

“No, no, too cliché. Flowers are boring. Chocolate? Nah, she doesn’t like sweet stuff… But what if she secretly does?”

It’s official he’s fucking crazy.

You cannot believe that he’s actually talking to himself, but you kind of find it cute, he’s adorable, but you won’t say that to his face.

“Talking to yourself again?” you ask, grabbing a glass of water.

Jungkook jumps, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Uh—no. Totally not planning anything.”

Your brow lifts. “You’re literally the worst liar I’ve ever met.” A smile threatens to break.

He pouts. “It’s called mystery, yn. Look it up.”

“Sure, Jeon. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

As you head back to your room, you hear him mutter under his breath. “Mystery, huh? Yeah, I should add that to the date.”

•••

The next day, you’re already regretting giving him a chance. He’s been texting you all day with a mix of cryptic hints and straight-up nonsense.

And to be honest, he cannot type for shit.

Jk: do u like candles??? like…romantic ones

You: ?? sure i guess

Jk: got it

Jk: r u allergic to flowers??? asking for a friend

You: no. why.

Jk: just wondering. no reason. :)

Jk: YN CAN U WEAR THAT BLACK DRESS U LOOK SO GOOD IN PLS

You: ??????

Jk: or anything really. ur always hot. i love u btw.

This stupid fuck makes you smile so much.

By the time you get home, you’re exhausted. not from work, but from Jungkook’s constant existence. He’s waiting for you in the living room, dressed in a button-up shirt and black jeans, looking way too good for someone whose personality is 80% chaos and 20% football obsession.

“Why are you dressed like that?” you ask, dropping your bag on the floor.

Jungkook beams. “We’re going out! Duh. It’s date night, baby.”

“Date night?” you repeat, staring at him like he’s lost his mind. “I didn’t agree to that.”

“Yes, you did.” He crosses his arms. “Yesterday. When you said I could take you out. Ring a bell?”

It is sometimes fun to play dumb in front of him, you just like to test his patience a little bit.

“I didn’t think you’d plan it this fast.”

“What can I say? I’m efficient.” oh you know just how efficient he can be.

You sigh. “Fine. Give me twenty minutes.”

“Take your time, babe.” He grins, leaning against the doorframe as you walk past him. “Wear something sexy!”

What a shameless pervert but you will wear something nice nonetheless.

•••

Twenty-five minutes later, you’re sitting across from Jungkook at a rooftop restaurant. The view is gorgeous, the atmosphere is romantic, and Jungkook looks absolutely smug about the whole thing.

You’re honestly impressed, but seeing that smug smile on his face makes you want to strangle him, but damn, he outdid himself.

When it comes to Jeon Jungkook? You don’t really like to have high expectations of anything from him.

But he’s truly proved you wrong. Especially for a guy who doesn’t really do romance.

“So?” he says, resting his chin on his hand. “Am I killing it, or what?”

You roll your eyes. “You’ve done fine so far.”

“Fine?” He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “I’ll have you know this is the best date anyone has ever planned in the history of dates.”

You’re gonna gag at his exaggeration.

“Relax, Jeon. You’re doing fine,” you tease, hiding your smile behind your glass of water.

Jungkook watches you for a moment, his usual cocky expression softening. “You’re really pretty, yn.”

“Trust me, Jeon. I know that.”

A sarcastic laugh leaves you at his awe struck expression. “You’re just saying that because I agreed to go out with you.”

“No, I mean it.” He leans forward, his gaze serious now. “You’re gorgeous. And smart. And funny. And I’m honestly losing my mind trying to figure out how I got this lucky.”

Your stomach flips, and for once, you don’t have a snarky comeback.

But of course, Jungkook can’t let the moment last.

“And your tits look amazing in that dress,” he adds with a wink.

You throw a breadstick at him, and he catches it, laughing so hard the entire restaurant turns to stare.

He’s never going to change and maybe a small part of your hopes that maybe he won’t ever change

•••

Back at the house, Jungkook walks you to your door like the gentleman he absolutely is not.

“So?” he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Was I good enough for a second date?”

You smirk. “Maybe. If you promise not to mention my tits again.”

“No promises,” he says with a grin.

“Yn don’t be stupid. I’m just appreciating God’s masterpiece and you cannot stop me from doing that.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling as you shut the door in his face.

“Goodnight, yn!” Jungkook yells through the door. “I love you!”

You groan, but your heart skips a beat anyway.

You hope that tomorrow morning he will be normal, but.. most importantly you hope that your heart will behave normally.

[evieelyzabethh]

"chateu"

⭒is it a dream or is it all in the past, i just thought i'd ask"⭒ Arcane characters and comfort {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw☞ slightly pervy jayce, mentions of period sex, a bunch of fluff, that's about it

♞Vi♞

♞Vi's comfort is both physical and verbal. Vi is constantly in awe of you, she can't fathom the idea of you thinking you're less than, too dumb, not pretty enough, not worthy enough. She is also very aware. She's a watcher and a listener. She is very good at getting to the root of the rot, she knows that it's not just this one occurrence, it's a reaction caused by something deeper within you. I feel like Vi is much more emotionally intelligent than a lot of people give her credit for, it's just not knowing how to carry it out.

♞I feel like sometimes, she wouldn't get frustrated, but it would take a bit of a toll on her when you aren't as perceptive as she is. Sometimes it takes a lot of walking through the process to get you to understand what she's telling you. She is more than willing and does praise you until she's blue in the face, but she realizes that sometimes words from an outside source can't fix anything if you don't believe it yourself.

♞This applies to larger problems, but Vi would also be good on occasions if you were simply having a bad day. As someone who's had a bad life, she knows how you feel. You want to be left alone for a bit? She completely understands. You just want a hug? She is there with open arms and immediately chides you the second you try to apologize for getting snot on her jacket.

♞Speaking of which, Vi hugs are one of the most comforting hugs you can ever receive. She's just so warm and big and you are completely surrounded by her as she cradles your head into your chest and hums in your ear. She just has such a calming voice; her presence itself is comforting. I also think she would shed a few tears herself when comforting you. It heals the part of her that couldn't save Powder. She holds a lot of guilt about that, so much so that her comfort to you feels rehearsed, like she's been repeating those reassurances for years.

♞As much as you need comforting, Vi would need her fair share too. She never let go of that big sister/leader persona, she thinks her problems are too small compared to the world around her. She tries to fix her problems with logic to push down her feelings and most definitely is someone who thinks that letting those big feelings out is unproductive. This being said, you don't get a chance to comfort Vi until it becomes too much for even her to handle and she randomly breaks down.

♞Comfort is very foreign to her. The last time she received it consistently and healthily was from Vander and then her life went to shit, and she was thrown in prison for like a decade. Stillwater is not a nurturing environment, Zaun certainly wasn't either, even the comfort she received from Vander was more akin to tough love rather than something softer. She can be soft with you, but she finds it hard to accept it herself. It's a battle for her to just be in your arms and allow you to tell her its ok. She knows it'll be okay because she's gonna fight like hell to make sure it's ok. She hates feeling out of control. She's not used to someone trying to fix things for her; she's not used to someone being there for her.

♞She has a lot of tears to get out. Vi has built high walls of anger, but below that is a chasm of sorrow. When she finally breaks down, it feels like an endless stream of tears until she physically cannot cry anymore and is forced to heave in your arms until she either falls asleep or sits in silence, empty. It's very overwhelming, but she can't deny that when she can catch her breath, she feels brand new.

★Ekko★

★Ekko may not be a doctor, but he's a chef which makes the experience more than bearable. The second he sees your complexion get sickly, your wincing every time you move, and your coughs getting more and more phlegmy, he is immediately freaking out. He's running to get a thermometer, he's rifling through the medicine cabinet for whatever the canon equivalent of NyQuil is, he has a trash can set by the bedside in case you begin to feel nauseous.

★Despite his preparedness, I don't think Ekko is great at being sick or being around the sick. It feels like an utter waste of time, waiting around in the house for the illness to pass. Sickness is one of those issues you can't be active in fighting, the best action is to rest and sweat it out, and he is so antsy. It's a lot better if you're sick, you can't lie to him and try to pretend you're well when you aren't. Even if you try and fight him on it, you don't make it very far. Your achy joints keep you up at night, making you completely exhausted throughout the day. Your headache is so debilitating you have spots in your vision. Your throat is so sore, it physically pains you to argue with him about how you're totally not sick and he's being a complete mother hen.

★No; no matter how hard you protest, you are absolutely bed bound as Ekko works warm soup down your gullet even when you can't stomach it yourself but the rational part of you knows it'll make you feel better. The warm green tea he brings you has some tonic dissolved into it; the medicinal taste covered by a few tablespoons of sugar to avoid the bitter bite. He doesn't even flinch when you cough or sneeze into yet another tissue which is soon to be added to the growing pile in the trash. He only wraps you tighter, so you sweat out your fever faster while softly rubbing your aching shoulders. The thought of getting sick does cross his mind, but he's more preoccupied with his poor girl.

★A surprise to no one, Ekko gets sick right after you do, though he is far less compliant. He knows that you see right through his bullshit excuses. Babe, I don't have a fever, I always run hot. What do you mean I have a bad cough? I've just been clearing my throat. I don't get sick; I have too good of an immune system. I never been sick a day in my life. Even worse, he truly believes it himself. In truth, Ekko isn't someone who gets sick often, it's usually one bad bug every year or so. When he does get sick, it usually lasts a few weeks, the first being very mild and then eventually whittling him down to a bed-bound state.

★His bug only worsens the annoyance he feels when sick, you're almost glad when he loses the energy to argue back when you tell him to lie down. When Ekko's sick, it feels more like date nights than a hospital trip. Ekko can't stand silence or boredom which means a movie is playing for as long as he's bed bound. Aside from his mucous infested coughs, his constant shuddering through multiple layers of blankets, and a bowl of soup instead of popcorn; you could barely tell that this wasn't a movie date.

★If there is one thing Ekko enjoys about being sick, it's being taken care of. After he swallows his pride and that disgusting cough medicine, he can appreciate being doted on. Even though he's sick, he'll use a fake yawn as an excuse to wrap his arm around you and ask do you come 'round here often? His joking attitude is usually a good sign that his weeks in hell have finally passed and the light at the end of the tunnel (post sickness kisses) are finally on the table.

❂Jayce ❂

❂Someone once made a joke that Jayce would be the type to make a post on twitter like "I just found out about how bad period pain is. Can't believe our beautiful women go through that every month. If only I could go through periods for them, so they no longer have to suffer (I'm 6'7 btw)" and, well...yes! On a more serious note, I don't think he'd be the type to be super on top of it. He's too busy to have something like a calendar tracking it, though when the time comes, he's very quick to act. While he may be unprepared, he's not incompetent.

❂As soon as you tell him you started, he switches the light bed sheets to darker ones. All he needs is a list of your needs, your preference on pads or tampons or menstrual cups, if you wear them, what size pad you need, heating pads, pain meds, anything and everything you may need is currently being bought. He also isn't the type to be ashamed to go to the register with it, he truly does not think it's a big deal and is confused at any sort of weird stares he gets.

❂He is also over cautious. The second you look like a little woozy, he's right by your side asking if you need to sit down. He's standing around the bathroom while you shower genuinely scared you might pass out due to the amount of blood loss. I don't think he's squeamish around blood, but I do think he'd constantly worry that it's too much. Like how are you still alive after bleeding that much for like a week straight 12 times a year?! He thinks the female body is a scientific wonder.

❂He's also great when it comes to the emotional component. The second your hormones get out of whack, and you start to think too hard about your bloating or ragged you look or how weak you feel, he's right there with a large warm hand on your tummy telling you that you are being ridiculous. His very scientific brain comes in handy, something about his calming voice telling you exactly what your body is doing sounds enough like a documentary to put you to sleep.

❂If you work in the lab with him, he offers to let you skip work for the week, being completely surprised if you insist on still coming in. He does his best to accommodate you, going the extra mile to pack your lunch and making you sure you eat it, ensuring that you're staying on top of your water, he brings pain killers with him in case your cramps get too bad. You and Viktor roll your eyes a bit at his antics. You try to assure him you've had a period for years at this point and it's really not that big of a deal, but he insists on it anyway. All he knows is that you're in pain and he doesn't like that.

❂Now, pre-apocalypse Jayce does not do period sex. You're already hurting, and he while he read that sex can help with cramps, he also knows you're super sensitive and that stretch is going to hurt even worse. If you asked, he'd oblige, making sure to be extra soft and gentle, only pushing half-way in as he coos and brushes the hot tears from your eyes. Post-apocalypse Jayce is far less careful. I wouldn't say he doesn't care, but he understands the concept of a little bit of pain for a lot of pleasure. He's still sweet, carefully covering your sheets with layers of towels and folding a couple under your hips, but his strokes could convince you he's trying to fuck your period away. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel better after, though.

☽Viktor☾

☽Viktor is not one to beat around the bush at all; he never even liked the man to begin with. It started with something small, like the lack of effort he put into dates or forgetting your birthday, and ever since then things just snowballed until every offense was break-up worthy to him. He didn't hold the door open? Break up with him. He was a bit too flirty with the waitress when you went out to eat? Break up with him! You caught him talking to his ex? BREAK UP WITH HIM!

☽Before the breakup, he is not soft about it at all. The first few gossip sessions were all fun and games but the more you talked about him, the more his dislike grows until he hates the guy and he's only physically seen him a couple times. He refuses to even be in the same room as the man, he says it's because the mere thought of him literally makes him sick and he's sure seeing his actual face will genuinely kill him.

☽He doesn't know what you see in him, and neither do you after the fact. Hindsight really is 20/20. Viktor truly isn't that great with comfort until he sees how seriously upset you are. You're crying over a tub of ice cream with a rom com playing in the background as you blubber about how all of your relationships fall apart and you just don't know where you went wrong, and he's truly confounded on how you're this upset over a toad.

☽This all being said, he's very supportive. It's a lot of work to swallow his sarcastic remarks and roll his eyes less, but the sincerity of his comfort is very easy. It's not instinctual for him to sit there while you cry in his arms, but the kind words he murmurs, you deserve better than that, you deserve a love greater than you even ask for, you deserve even more than the world, you deserve the better world he wants to create. And he doesn't want to sound smarmy or jealous, like some loser who was waiting in the wings for the breakup even Jayce saw coming from a mile away, but if he cared less about what you thought of him; he'd say you deserve him.

☽He realizes it's much too soon, so he buys you ice cream and tells you that you look pretty even when your mascara is running, and your hair is in a state of disarray, and he genuinely means it. He's most valuable for his honesty, it's why you came to Viktor in the first place. He was always honest about how he felt about your ex, even when he was holding his tongue, his expression said all the words he was too nice to say. So, when he tells you that yes, you're still pretty, he may be holding back.

☽It helps that he's funny and can be a tad impulsive. You want to slash his tires? Only slash 3 so that his insurance doesn't cover it. You wanna burn his clothes? He'll make you a pocket flamethrower just to do so. Even better than being open to violence and destruction, he's great at not getting caught. Though he doesn't believe in lying to you, dishonesty drips from his lips like honey.

☽When the crying and the disappointment fades and you feel good enough to joke about how you wasted too much of your time on a man outrunning wisdom, Viktor does slowly try to show you exactly what you deserve.

☼Mel☼

☼While Mel knows the importance of the exterior, she thinks its utterly ridiculous that you can think you aren't pretty enough. She knows insecurities are hard. 'The grass is greener on the other side' really isn't the comfort most people think it is. Sometimes it's well worth it to face the consequences of achieving what you've wanted. Whatever it is, acne, being flat chested, noticeable scars, being different is just hard. It doesn't matter how much your differences make you unique, it really is easier to be like everyone else.

☼She tells you every chance she gets how beautiful she thinks you are. To pretend that inside beauty is all that matters is simply a lie, she interacts daily with people whose heads are full of air, but people only respect them because they are a pretty face with full pockets. She knows it sounds untrue to you, but that's why she tells you so often. Not in despite of anything, not because of anything, you're just stunning.

☼Since you're already hyper-focused on your insecurity, I think she'd ignore it. Honestly, she doesn't think of it at all. It's about as noticeable to her as the color of your eyes or how tall you are, it's a miniscule detail that doesn't define you, it's just another feature. It's nothing important to her, and she wishes it didn't bother you.

☼While you are all adults, she knows that some lack the decorum necessary to not make their judgements known and it bothers her deeply. Anytime anyone speaks on it, she rolls her eyes. She thoroughly thinks it's beneath you to be bothered by it. Not only is it low-hanging fruit, but it's a sign of deficient intellect. They couldn't insult your intelligence, your competence, or anything about you that actually mattered, they had to go for your appearance, and she will tell them as such. She is very good at her professional insults.

☼As much as she compliments you, she emphasizes your other traits. If you're a writer, an artist, a dancer, any skill you have that you built for years or any talent you were just born with, she dedicates a lot of time to participating and validating it at any chance she gets. She wants you to take pride in something else, something that no one can take from you. Looks fade throughout the years, everyone is eventually going to be cast aside as their hairs grey and their teeth start to fall out. Knowledge never grows obsolete. Besides, people with legitimate interests and hobbies are too busy doing things they enjoy ruminating on how they look.

☼She knows it isn't what you want to hear, but it is what you need to hear sometimes. You are perfect just the way you are. She has never had any desire or want to change you. She has never imagined you any other way than the way you are. She doesn't want anyone who looks different than you, she doesn't want you because of the way you look. Of course, she thinks you're beautiful, but that doesn't matter to her. Never has and it never will. Just as she has faith that you aren't with her for how she looks, she hopes you have faith that you looks are not a determining factor for why she's with you. You are just you and she wouldn't want you any other way.

[voidpacifist]

viktor headcanons

[modern-ish edition + meljayvik because I cannot resist, also I'm desperate to see more unhinged little ideas about him outside of being everyone's favorite blorbo. we should fear that man and this is my thesis]

learned a weird amalgamation of martial arts and self defense as a kid due to growing up in zaun. despite being in what was considered the "safer" part of the underground, his mother worried he wouldn't be safe on his own. his core strength and arm strength are absolutely ridiculous

in fact, one time he was hooking up with a fellow academy student, and by the time the whole affair was over with, he was hardly breaking a sweat while the other person was trying to catch their breath. he became somewhat of a local legend at frat parties because not only can he wear someone out for hours but, allegedly, he's real freaky with it too

knows the exact monetary value of different human body organs on the black market. whether or not this is from experience is something jayce and mel are unable to determine. vi is also knowledgeable of this and has traded tragic backstories with him in detail

has had to kill a man before, and tells this to jayce frequently to win petty arguments (jayce never actually believes him, even though it is fully and one hundred percent true). it doesn't work on mel

jayce and mel have a secret chart written of how many substances viktor has tried and with how much frequency. weed is at the top of the list, with alcohol being shockingly low. in spite of coming from a slavic background, viktor didn't learn how to hold very much liquor without feeling ill, but for some reason is fine with the illicit psychedelics that grow naturally in the undercity near the runoff tunnels. so far the list is nearly half a page long

will not hit anyone with his mobility aids but will ABSOLUTELY find ways to blackmail and hustle his way out of embarrassment. he learned the blackmailing skill from mel, and frequently looks to her for information since she somehow knows the most about the student body

extremely morbid sense of humor. jokes about being fatherless/motherless behavior and then hits you with, "I would know :]." mel is an honorary member of the motherless behavior banter, considering her own mother disowned her shortly before she came to piltover

taking care of one another is equal parts give and take with him, jayce, and mel, but it's never in a way that demeans each other or exploits each other's weaknesses. for example, viktor hates being carried or manhandled without consent and finds it incredibly patronizing if someone assumes he needs help without just asking him (common sense, but the student body is full of ableist sharks). if he's having a bad pain day or is finding it hard to move, he and jayce (or he and mel, depending on time and place) have a system for getting him to or from somewhere without drawing much attention and even have specific "I need help but don't want to be stared at about it" phrases

father's half of the family is slavic and mother's half of the family is romani. cannot follow a recipe unless it has specific measurements, but can improvise ANY stew or potato based dish with little more than his nose and a few kitchen tools. jayce can improvise any dish, but will always somehow overdo the spice if it calls for spice. mel is happy to try any and everything they make (on her birthday, she's spoiled with their attempts at making the ethnic food from her family, and she'll never tell them but she's very touched by their efforts)

owned ONE pet in his life and it was a hamster. instead of freaking out over it's death, he studied it's body post mortem until his father declared it a biohazard and forced him to dispose of it

learned most of his chemists knowledge from a disgraced former academy professor, but taught himself everything else he knows (if he couldn't get access to it in school). including, for fun, how to preserve and analyze body parts. he initially wanted to be a surgeon or biomedical engineer, but then stuck with chemistry (specifically regarding infectious diseases) to try and find a cure for the grey

shows up randomly at jayces or mels dorms at strange hours in the evening/morning. the first time he showed up at mel's, she thought a burglary was being attempted. he made it out with a bad knock to the head, but she did make him tea in the aftermath as an apology (he hated it but drank the whole thing anyway)

gets stoned with jinx on the weekends, since she's the only one who can find him good, ethically sourced weed. he pays her back by teaching her things he's learning and researching at the academy

meljayvik + caitvi + timebomb dates but they have to find a way to rent out the whole place because each and every one of them has Some Kind of History with the other academy students even though jinx and ekko are still a couple years shy of college age

viktor threw up at the distinguished innovators competition because jayce did first. it was a whole disaster. they spent hours after the ordeal hyping each other up on gatorade and pure adrenaline. it was the physically worst jayce has ever felt around viktor but far from the worst viktor has ever felt around jayce. this was just days after the two of them met mel, and she spent the rest of the evening forcing them to sleep or eat something that wasn't "pure chemicals." somehow, this ended in a heated debate between herself and viktor about the validity of gatorade as a substantial meal. he still refuses to admit he lost

I've said this before and I'll say it again: he has a closet full of ramen. mel takes from his stash often

can run on caffeine and very little sleep to the point where he is physically incapable of resting like a normal human being without feeling drained. flu season is absolute hell

showed up to one of his lectures shirtless once because he was in a hurry. fed everyone who looked at him funny the most outrageous sob story about how "weak" he was, then laughed about it with mel and jayce like an absolute sociopath for days about it. jayce did not find it altogether very funny. mel and him still joke about it

beat vi in an arm wrestling contest before he got sick. still almost beat her after his diagnosis too, but still took the betting money anyway. she'll never admit she's slightly terrified of him, but it shows

can wield many different kinds of knives but is terribly clumsy when it comes to other weapons like clubs and swords and staffs. tapped out of adaptive sports within his first week because it was "boring him." spent the next month teaching martial arts to his fellow disabled peers until the board made it an official extracurricular

turned sky down in the nicest but most insane way possible. nobody knows what happened or how, just that they ended up spending MORE time together after the fact and that it involved illicit activities. the rumors were insufferable for weeks. and wildly funny

(please feel free to add more, I'm gonna start a collection)

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Lord Husband (Chapter 2)

AN: Thank you to everyone for all the love for chapter 1. I really wasn't expecting everyone to like it so much!

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You break your fast with the Queen every morning, but today, you are hesitant to go. For the past few days she has been trying to convince you to set up another meeting with Lord Stark. You show no interest in such an arrangement but you know it is no use avoiding your mother.

You have your handmaiden help you dress for the day in an eye-catching, sapphire gown. It’s low-cut but not in a way that wouldn’t be considered respectable. You may set many trends in fashion with being the only daughter of the Queen but you are still a princess after all. You have your hair done up elaborately and forgo donning your neck with jewels because you enjoy making the courtiers stare. You like tempting the men who will never be your suitors the most. Making your way to your mother’s solar, your gaze falls on a serving boy for perhaps a moment too long. He blushes. You think that you may call on him specially to serve your tea tonight; just because you won’t marry him, doesn’t mean you cannot enjoy him. Ser Erryk holds the door open for you when you get to the Queen’s chambers but an issue arises when you notice her guest.

“Lord Stark.” You attempt to put a smile on your face when you notice your betrothed dining with your mother. It comes out more like a grimace.

“Oh darling, I thought you would much rather break your fast with your betrothed today.” Rhaenyra smiles sweetly but you can see the pointed look in her gaze. She knows how desperately you’ve been trying to avoid Cregan Stark. “I’ll have my meal with the Dowager Queen.”

“Of course, mother. Thank you for the kind gesture.” You say through gritted teeth.

She exits the room, leaving you with only Cregan and a cupbearer. You stand, unmoving, near the door. He stands where he had risen from his chair in light of your presence. He awkwardly waits for you to take your seat so he may also be seated again. You make no signs of moving.

“Perhaps you would like to grant your feet a moment's rest, princess?” He gestures to the chair next to him.

You glare at him. “I do not need to be prompted by you in order to seat myself.” You decide to settle down in the chair across from him instead of the one he invited you to.

“Of course.” Lord Stark tries his best to not roll his eyes at you. “I was pleased when her Grace requested another meeting be set up between the two of us.”

“Were you?” You look at him, amused. You can’t imagine that the man still wishes to court you after your first encounter.

“I am pleased to have any chance to spend more time with my betrothed. Especially when she is as fair as you are, princess.” He says, turning up the charm all the way. “Might I also say that your dress looks absolutely ravishing on you.”

“I know it does. That’s why I selected it.” You say with a roll of your pretty doe eyes.

“A wise selection it was.” Cregan comments, somehow managing to stay courteous.

You fill your plate, taking your pick from the vast variety of fruits and you grab a single lemon tart at the end.

“Do you enjoy lemon tarts?” He says, attempting to keep the conversation flowing.

“No.” You say sarcastically before taking a bite.

“I take it that you still don’t care for conversation?” He speaks, his tone betraying him by revealing a hint of his annoyance.

“Not with any of the men that vied for my hand.” You answer shortly.

“I did not vie for your hand. The Queen gave it to me.” He seems almost offended by your words. You’re sure that a man like him has never had to compete for a woman before.

“Oh good. I’m glad to know that I am not a prize to be won but a gift to be given. What relief that brings me.” He cringes at your words.

“I did not say that and you know it isn’t what I meant.” He says firmly, his patience starting to grow thin.

“I’m sure it isn’t.” You say passively. As if the conversation isn’t worth your time.

“Princess, please help me understand why you seem to despise me so.” Your betrothed is clearly spiteful from the fact that he has been saddled with a woman that has next to no interest in him.

“I don’t despise you, Lord Stark.”

“Then tell me why you act as if marrying me is the worst fate the gods could have bestowed upon you.”

“I value my freedom, my lord.” You say simply.

“I do not intend to keep you prisoner.” He says, like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

He doesn’t understand. They never understand that being kept prisoner doesn’t always mean being held in a cell. Being free isn’t defined by your arms lacking physical shackles.

“I can see that this betrothal is not what you want but unity between the Starks and the Targaryens is what the realm needs.” He adds.

“I know what is good for the realm. My mother is Queen.” You say defensively.

He pauses for a moment and takes a bite of the pastry on his plate, washing it down with a sip of Arbour Red wine. He is clearly thinking about his words, wondering what to say that would upset you the least. “Of course, princess. So you evidently agree that your mother’s wishes, as Queen, must be followed?” You’re not really sure where he is going with this, if he has a point or is just trying to figure something out for his own benefit.

“Do you think I would be sitting here if that wasn’t the case?” you say condescendingly. 

Another pause from your betrothed. It seems that Lord Stark is considering his options. He then gives you a tight smile. “My house is very honour bound. You will have your freedom through Winterfell and I will never hurt a hair on your head, nor let anyone else bring harm to you. You may bring as many of your ladies in waiting as you would like and I will not bother you often if you don’t wish for it.” He lays it out straight for you, the benefits of having him as a husband. At this point, all he wants is for you to not be so bitter towards him.

You stare at him for a moment. You do seem to be a little enticed by the amount of control he is inclined to grant you. You consider being agreeable by simply giving him a nod of your head but that anger still tugs at the back of your mind. The fact that you will be wed to this man with or without your approval makes you sick. “I don’t require your protection. I have a dragon.” He sighs and looks almost disappointed.

“I offer you more than protection.” He says, firm in his beliefs that he would make a fine husband to you.

“Clearly because I get to bring my Ladies in waiting with me to the North. Hurrah.” You say with a straight face. “What shall you offer for me and me alone? Something that isn’t just for the progression of the realm?” You ask inquisitively.

“Well… I would like to make you happy.” He says carefully and you hope he doesn’t catch how you let your face soften for just a moment.

You have no idea how to respond to that. The sentiment seems so intrinsic and shallow and yet… you don’t believe that you’ve heard the words fall from a single suitor's mouth until him. 

“Oh.” The filler word falls stupidly from your mouth. The conversation does not continue on from there. You just pick up your lemon tart and eat with him in silence

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[sorascribbless]

We as a fandom need to acknowledge Vi’s trauma because she was so young when she was sent to Stillwater. She was so young and spent so much of a her formative years in jail, being abused and beat up by the very people who killed her parents. She was surrounded by only people who ever wanted to hurt her. She was being held captive by the people who took her family away, who systemically abused her, who taught her she was less than them and were going to treat her like it. She went through one of the most traumatic moments of her life and didn’t even get a moment to process it because she was immediately taken away.

And then she gets out of prison, meets someone she trusts, finally finds her sister again, and they both fall apart on her. They both change, they both become the worst versions of themselves in front of her and blame her for the way things turned out. My poor girl cannot catch a fucking break.

This is not me trying to get anyone to choose sides its just me acknowledging that Vi really fucking going through it dayum

[mschievousx]

now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc, anthony bridgerton x ofc (platonic)

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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vi. six: a certain kind of sadness

anthony gently rubbed the girl's back calling for her as he notices her breaths calming, "raine?"

she still took a hold of his hand, grasping it as if it was the only thing that grounded her to the world. footsteps of people can be heard, they seem to have taken a break or are going home, and the balcony is a likely option. at this, anthony tried with more urgency, yet still soft voice, "hey, let's go. do you want to go home?"

kate came back in a hurry, her own breathing elevated after searching the entire ball for the man. she shook her head sidewards, catching up her breath.

"i cannot find him."

the viscount wanted to smack his brother at the news. he clicked his tongue as he closed his eyes in thinking. there was no other option than to go home. it was too risky for her to be out right now with the ton.

"raine, we are going home, darling."

he ultimately said, the girl nodding to that. she wanted nothing more than to just go home right now. a lot of things were happening, and it's time to call it a night.

as both stood up from the floor, kate linked her arms to the younger one—offering comfort and avoiding suspicion. anthony walked alongside them with a wary expression. as they exited the balcony, a man blocked their path in the hallway.

"viscount and viscountess bridgerton." he stood straightly, arms neatly on his sides and feet together as he addressed the couple.

he extended an arm to the young silva, continuing, "i will take it from here."

anthony immediately put his own arm protectively in front of the two ladies, as if shielding them from the unknown man.

"who are you?" he asked, the man retracting his movements at the action of the other.

"major gilbert thorpe." he spoke sternly, "i am under strict order to stay with the lady in her home due to emergency concerns."

"i will come with." the bridgerton replied immediately. he cannot find it in himself to trust anyone of the girl's well-being, much less someone he does not know. after the happenings of the night, it is apparent that the silvas are in serious danger.

"you cannot. the situation is of grave magnitude. we cannot put more people in harm's way."

"just tonight." he bargained. the viscount has no time to argue. he just simply wants to see the girl get through in a better state tomorrow, "let us see the girl settled for the night."

"no, it is alright." raine interjected, removing her arm from kate's, giving the lady a light squeeze on her hand, "i... i will have some sleep for now."

she stepped forward, her own feet together, her military upbringing showing.

"min koimitheís ísycha ekeíni tin kalí nýchta."

raine looked up at the man directly in his eyes despite the redness of her own. she spoke in a language, unknown to the two bridgertons and the people around them, with resolve.

the unknown man turned to her from the viscount as he replied with the same strength in his voice.

"orgí, orgí enántia sto svísimo tou fotós."

raine raised a hand to salute him at once, acknowledging the truth in his rank and status. major thorpe returned the salute as the girl turned back to the two.

"thank you so much, anthony, kate."

the both nodded, understanding the exchange and the silva deciding to go with him. she was a smart girl, and evidently, a child of military. she knows more what to do in these situations than them.

and as she went home first, followed by the major and possibly the rest of his men, you would think that she took the entire ball with her. perhaps, she really is in safe hands, considering that quite a lot of men followed to leave right after, group by group. all this time, they were working under the pretense of a bachelor in events where the young silva is present.

the eldest bridgerton has been with the family for a long time that he forgets they are of great importance, evidently in the current happenings.

━━━ ✦ ❘ ☽ 【❖】 ☾ ❘ ✦ ━━━

she awoke with a heavy heart the next day. for the third time in her life, raine does not know what to do. she has opted into sleeping in the living room so that her father's soldiers can be around her at all times.

while the young silva can be considered as a brave character with little to no fears, she was smart as well, and that entailed knowing what battles to fight. although it is certainly unconventional for their time to sleep soundly with men present, it was the only way she could in this moment. her room is for sure no longer safe. she could not even afford to have the time to worry about her father when she's in just as much danger herself.

she has now taken a seat in the dining room as the servants served the food. the table that was once filled with four people only sits one. raine placed her utensils down harshly.

"for heaven's sake, sit down here and eat." the girl closed her eyes as if to calm herself before adding, "dear sir."

major thorpe, quite surprised by her short outburst, chose to stand and join the lady. it was uncalled for, yes, but he understands where she is coming from.

the servant placed another set of tableware for the man to use as raine waited for him to be settled before eating. they ate in silence, only the noise of the utensils surrounding them. she placed her spoon down, the lack of fork noticeable as the girl does not use one.

"are there no updates about them or my father's health?" she asked, trying to level her voice in her usual tone.

he took a paper from the inside of his coat, it being as good as untouched, "a letter, my lady."

she opened it with a nervous hand, unsure what to read in the following seconds. her eyes scanning line to line once again.

"it does not say anything about their state."

she grumbled, worry still present as she is clueless about their current well-being. even at a time like this, raine is still as her as she can be.

she let out a mocking scoff at the man content of the letter—her protection, "i have to accept callers. who does raphael think he is?!"

the major on her right side is indeed not much of a talker as he simply let the girl rant as much as she wanted. she, however, smirked after considering it.

"fine, if they could be of worth, then they might as well be for defense purposes."

━━━ ✦ ❘ ☽ 【❖】 ☾ ❘ ✦ ━━━

the entire day has passed and she could not believe she spent it sitting in their drawing room, smiling like a livestock wanting to be sold. at the announcement that the young silva will finally accept callers, the ton did not wait even a minute to flock her home.

good thing that everyone thinks highly of military measures, and so the bachelors shrugged the amount of soldiers in and out of the house as simply a military ritual.

the room is now surrounded with dozens of flowers she does not even like. she was fighting all urge to throw them away. her grimacing was paused when she had to conjure her smiley face once again as the footman appeared to announce someone.

"lord bridgerton."

raine shrugged at that, for many times now, the bridgerton she's been waiting to appear is quite persistent on not appearing.

anthony entered, with kate so as to not raise gossip amongst the ton of a married man visiting the young silva. that and because kate insisted, wanting to check on the girl herself too.

"how are you doing?" kate began as they took a sit on the couch across raine.

"well, exhausted." she began leaning back in defeat, "i need to keep up this facade, and there's still no news about father."

anthony sighed, running out of options himself, "we can ask the queen for assistance."

"no," she opposed firmly, "this must not get out. have you told your family?"

he shook his head in denial, "no, only kate and i knows."

raine let out a breath of relief they all settled in a comfortable silence. she muttered in a small manner, afraid of seemingly sounding as something akin to needy.

"ben... where is benedict?"

the viscount closed his eyes for that with a scoff, "we have not seen him since last night."

it was not new for the bridgerton boys to be out without going home for days, moreso benedict since he has been spending much of his time in art studios and different houses. but, anthony could not accept such behavior during this time of peril to the silvas' lives.

she nodded at his reply, turning to the soldier sitting afar from them, "gilbert, can i stay at the bridgerton's? just for tonight."

he walked towards her, eyes still guarded, "my lady, you must understand the severe danger of that—to you and to their family."

she has thought of it already, and of course, she does not want to put them in danger. going with what raphael has indicated in the letters so far, the main target was her father. the threat to her could have been only so that the people responsible will get to him. and now that he's wounded, they might be laying low, watching the effects of what they have done.

"i am going insane here. it will also raise suspicion to everyone if they do not see me in the streets or at theirs."

she reasoned, and thus, he swiftly called for two other soldiers to accompany them. now entering the bridgerton's, raine was surprised as the woman greeted her with a worried look. her eyes darted to anthony in front, as if asking what is this about, and the latter looking utterly oblivious as well.

"lady bridgerton," she greeted the dowager, smiling at her touch.

"dear, you look unwell." she stated with motherly concern.

raine simply chuckled, playing it off as she always does, "that is what entertaining suitors does to me."

violet gave a giggle at that, guiding her to the dining room as the rest of them follows, "you left quite in a hurry last night, loraine. tell me about it over dinner."

and, she cursed the fact that she would need to lie to the older woman.

as they all sat around the table, the last bridgerton arrived—the one she has been looking for. she was not able to yearn for him so much in the middle of everything that was happening, but she still remembers for sure.

and so, when she saw him again, it was the first time she felt at ease from the previous matters. he was her radiance—the light she needed tonight.

raine felt like she could take on the world.

taglist: @aadu2173 @imgondeletedis @pumkiinpasties @rebleforkicks @perseny @everavenclaw

[venomwrites]

CaitVi getting off the ledge.

Warning: Spoilers for 2x09

“No, no get out of my way! Move!”

The medics protest but she doesn’t care. There is one thought in her head. She won’t be dissuaded from it. Not until her body gives out which it hasn’t done yet. They’ve packed her wound enough to keep her upright and it’s not as though she can do more damage to a missing eye. She pulls herself up until she has a clear view of what’s below. 

“Vi!” She looks around, “is there anyone else?” 

“It won’t hold for much longer,” one of them says. 

“Get Mel. Position her at the emergency hatch below,” Caitlyn orders and looks for the nearest handhold. 

“Commander—“

“Keep everyone back,” Caitlyn says. 

It’s hard to maneuver with anything resembling care. She cannot rely on her vision, that much is obvious. Her depth perception is—she shoves the thought away. Remembers Vi’s bravado. If a child can navigate, so can she. The column groans as she finds her way onto the ledge. But it holds. For now. 

“Vi.”

Vi doesn’t react. She’s littered with cuts and one of her arms is laying oddly. But it’s her unresponsiveness that makes Caitlyn’s blood run cold. She just stares at the ceiling, eyes unfocused and tears trickling down the sides of her temples. Caitlyn looks over the side to see if Mel is there but there’s no such luck. When she puts a foot on the ledge, it thankfully holds. Caitlyn can make her way forward to the woman laying there limply. 

“Vi,” she repeats, leaning over her. She touches her cheek, “Vi can you focus on me?” Vi’s eyes just stare at her blankly as Caitlyn’s blood begins to dot her face. She looks around for anything of use but its just them on the column. She has no idea how long it will hold for. “Vi!” She says, putting as much emphasis behind the word as she can. 

That at least gets Vi’s eyes to blink. Her good hand reaches up and brushes under Caitlyn’s eye, fingertips coming away red with blood. Her hand falls back to her chest and her eyes turn back to the ceiling. Something is horribly, horribly wrong with her. Something that seems to have nothing to do with the injuries littered on her body. 

The column gives another groan. 

“I’m almost there!” Mel calls and Caitlyn would feel relieved. 

Relief crosses Vi’s face at the groan of metal. Her eyes drag to the side, like she’s ready to fall off. Or roll off. Like everything she’s wanting is off the side of the ledge. Rather than the impossibly long drop down. Her shoulder bulges irregularly as she turns. Caitlyn can dives forward and grabs her. 

“Violet!” 

The shout of her full name catches her attention. Her eyes drag over and focus on her. It’s something, but they are still horribly blank. Only the sick dislocated joint under her hands prevents Vi from fully sitting up and doing what she wants to. Caitlyn’s guts twist at the realization Vi wants the column to break or to roll off.

“I have to go,” Vi murmurs dully. 

“Vi!” Caitlyn says, “what are you talking about?!”

“They’re down there,” Vi continues in the same dull tone, “I have to go be with my family.”

Caitlyn cranes her neck down the impossibly long drop. There’s a clear sign of an explosion. One that’s painted the walls in blues and pinks. A horrible realization careens into her as any question of what’s happened goes out of her head. Only one person packs their bombs like that. Only one person would make Vi want to hurl herself off the ledge. 

“No—no!” Caitlyn grabs her as the metal groans again. The wound in her gut screams but she ignores it and wraps her arms around Vi’s shoulders. Vi collapses back against her listlessly, “please, Vi, I cannot lose you again.” 

Vi looks at her and something like desperation pokes through the flat look in her eyes. Caitlyn pulls her tighter. She doesn’t care that it makes her side scream or that the metal is going to give way any moment and she has no idea if Mel is even there yet. The only thing that matters is the woman in her arms. The desperation is slipping away as the horrible flat look starts to take it over again. 

“I love you!”

The words rip from somewhere deep in her chest. Somewhere that she’s tried to bury. That Vi has clawed back again and again. There’s no time to agonize over the right time to say it. Though Caitlyn is sure she would if she was given the chance. But Vi is slipping away in a way that has nothing to do with the fact they might both fall to their deaths. And all Caitlyn can think is if they are going to die, thank the Gods its together. 

“What?” Vi rasps her confusion. Even in her stupor. Both of Caitlyn’s eyes burn viciously. 

“I love you,” Caitlyn repeats, “stay with me.” 

“I—“

The beam gives way. 

Caitlyn can’t quite contain her scream. The break seems to break through Vi’s fog and she bands her arm around Caitlyn and looks for something to push off of. But there is nothing, there is only falling. Caitlyn clutches Vi tighter as there’s a brilliant flash of gold and they hit Mel’s shield. 

The impact makes Vi scream into her chest but Caitlyn doesn’t know if that’s her shoulder or her heart breaking. Caitlyn folds her arms tighter around her and looks desperately over at Mel. Mel grinds her teeth and shifts her hands, angling the shield so they will slide down it. One of Vi’s hands reaches up for something to grab but then locks onto Caitlyn as they slide to the waiting medics and Mel. 

“Don’t separate us!” Caitlyn shouts at the first medic who tries to pry them apart. 

“Caitlyn,” Mel crouches down, “we need to get out of here. The building isn’t stable.” 

Caitlyn knows she’s right. She looks at Vi who is no longer blank staring. She’s panting and blinking tears out of her eyes. Caitlyn doesn’t know if that is better or worse than before. But at least now when she touches Vi’s cheek, she looks up at her. 

“Can you walk?” 

Vi stares at her for a moment, then her eyes drag past her to the hole in the wall. They are still so high up. Caitlyn knows Vi could shove her away and hurl herself from the edge. Some part of he wants to. Maybe some part of her will always want to. But she reaches up and touches the blood on her face. Her eyes refocus on Caitlyn for the first time. 

“Cait your eye,” she says. 

“I’m fine,” Caitlyn replies quickly. 

“She is not,” Mel says, “both of you need medical attention. Can you please move?”

Vi nods and starts to stagger to her feet with a hiss. Her good arm immediately goes around Caitlyn. But when they stand the world actually does start to go white and hot. Her stomach gives a sickening pull. Vi’s head whips around and her hand covers the wound. Concern flares in Vi’s eyes. Mel comes forward with a look of concern. Caitlyn feels her lift her shirt up. 

“Shit cupcake,” Vi mumbles.

“I’m fine, it’s—“ Mel presses her hand to the wound and suddenly it’s like everything in Caitlyn is on fire. She grabs Vi’s good shoulder as Mel holds her hand there, that horrible gold light burning into her wound. When Mel pulls her hand back, Caitlyn is a gasping mess, “that hurt.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be separated.”

Caitlyn can’t argue with that. Vi’s fingers are tight on her shoulder and her eyes are focused on her. Walking out of here with her is the only thing that matters to Caitlyn. Her shoulder is out of place but Vi reaches up her fingertips as far as she can and brushes under Caitlyn’s remaining eye. Her features twist with pain as her hand drops, pain that Caitlyn knows has nothing to do with her shoulder. 

“Lets go home,” Caitlyn says. Vi looks at her, “come on, violet.” 

They lean against each other as they get to their feet. Vi looks longingly back at the entrance. 

But her fingers fist in the back of Caitlyn’s shirt and when Caitlyn moves forward, she follows. 

[kassandras-one-braincell]

I need to ramble into the void about Arcane season 2 act 2 because I'm a fucking wreck, but genuinely overjoyed too. Mostly sobbing, though. There is a smidge of LoL lore under the cut too but that's just me being autistic.

This show is genius. I have so many thoughts. The Glorious Evolution is at the forefront of most of them.

Viktor's commune is so cleverly designed, and brings in different elements from the whole of Runeterra. The architecture is distinctly Ionian, the foliage is Ixtali, and the colour palette is Demacian but with the iridescence of the Arcane. It's such a brilliant design choice. And immortalising Skye as this symbol of curiosity and progress, the epitome of true scientific partnership, is beautiful. It's amazing to see Viktor becoming a fully fleshed-out character with a complex and appealing motive.

Speaking of, Singed???

Singed's experimentation finally makes sense. I was always hoping to see Orianna in Arcane, and this was the best possible outcome. A villain gains a motive, my first ever main has her lore integrated into the events of the show, and his little music box has so much more meaning. Every single character has a moral plight in this show. The gasp I gusped upon seeing that ballerina figurine literally woke my dad up.

Jayce, Piltover's face of progress, being the undoing of the commune is just poetic. I'm living for biblically accurate Jayce.

Vander made me ugly-cry at least three times. Making him into Warwick was the right choice. And the 2D animation of the bloodlust, replicating that in-game mechanic, was so good. That oil-painting-style flashback sequence with Vi and Powder and their mother was a bloody masterpiece. I'm really glad there was an act dedicated to him.

Mel. Fucking Mel. The Black Rose is one of the most interesting factions in LoL, and god, am I glad they kept Mel's arc going by intrinsically tying her into them. The integration of Noxian lore has been impeccable thus far. Ambessa explaining the three core values to Caitlyn was a lovely touch.

I'm glad Ambessa's right hand (forgot his name) Pantheon't bit the bullet, because his resemblance to a certain Targonian Aspect was starting to freak me out. Very curious where her arc is tending towards.

As soul-destroying as it was to see Isha's sacrifice, it was essential to Jinx's character arc. Sweet baby girl. She will live on happily in fix-it fics. I haven't cried this hard at a piece of media since the first season. Her innocent joy at having her hair dyed and braided like her big sister, and the montage in the Powder-like sketchy art style before she pulled the trigger on zap... They couldn't have written a more gut-wrenching sacrifice if they tried.

And finally, while it was contained within the more light-hearted episode of the Act, Sevika. I have no quarrel with the fuckass bob. She cannot catch a break, or keep a prosthetic together. But the payoff was getting to see her organic arm in its full thick, muscular glory. The calm before the storm. Happy thoughts.

1000/10, cannot wait for the final Act, as much as it will wound us all, probably.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Live Arcane Reaction; Act 3:

Ep 7: Thank god the killmonger cut only exist in the hell dimension- don’t let them give you a fuck ass cut Ekko.

Powder my princess- IS THAT VANDER’S FINE ASS

OH MY GOD MILO CLAGGOR!!!

Jayce my princess I never doubted you. I knew the Hexcore fucked you up girl🫶🏾

Goddammit every frame in this show is a painting

VI MY POOKIE BEAR WHY

There is something so heartbreaking about the Bridge of Progress being used as an actual progression between the two cities. An olive branch. What could have been.

Jayce istg they do not want you to be happy-

BRO HE JUST WANTED TO PLAY WITH SOME MAGIC-

“Viktor is the mage” theory you might just have merit

Arcane artists I will see you in HELL for that Viktor/Jayce parallel of them literally building themselves up, morphing their damaged bodies to move forward.

Ekko and Jinx girls enjoy your SCRAPS-

WHAT WE COULD OF BEEN GODDAMMIT! FUCK!!!!!

Actual fucking tears in my eyes- FUCK THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO CUTE- also the hard cut to Jayce and the Hexcore glitching like TV glitches as the universe breaks down.

MY BOY JUST WANYES TO PLAY IN SOME MAGIC!

Thank god he didn’t die in that universe too I would have crashed out Powder deserves to be- SHE KEPT THE CRYSTAL!?

Ep 8: oh thank god my Pookies is alive- IS ANYTHING SACRED- why the fit kinda eat tho….

I need everyone to understand I was SO happy about Mel being alive that I barely understood anything those mages said. I was just happy my babygirl is alive. GOD THAT MAKES THE FLOWER IMAGERY IN THE OPENING MUCH BETTER.

I just remembered Isha is dead... FUCK HIEMERDINGER DIED TOO 😭

Nooo Vander- NO VIKTOR- nice to know I am not immune to indoctrination.

Huck cannot catch a break omfg

LORIS MY BELOVED 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Hi traitor- omg Cait cute hairstyle

The divorce is not going well for these two.

Jayce and Mel have not seen each other for god knows how long- DONT FUCKING YELL AT HER JUST CAUSE YOUR SITUATIONSHIP WENT SOUTH!

The throuple is back together and it’s TOXICCCC

I would just like to point out that when Viktor said this all started with Jayce, the parallels between Jayce and Ekko is still going. Like I could on for pages about these two at this point.

Fuck they made this Yaoi TOXIC-

FUCK THEY MADE THIS MAGIC TOXIC- is it wrong still stand by Viktor. Like I know he’s wrong but he’s so fine. Jayce and Viktor’s parallels, Jayce and Ekko- lord.

FUCKING FINALLY THE SISTERS ARE- well shit

Jayce and Mel, I never doubted this ship. I never doubted this relationship. I thought they were good for each, the rest of the world is just full of haters.

Sevika thank god they dumb bitches get on my nerves, I need someone with a functioning brain cell to lead us to salvation.

I’m gonna be on my fucking deathbed talking about the Zaunites joining Piltover to fight a battle they done have to, to save their homes- to make Progress.

Vi, it’s okay- OH MY GOD

Istg this show cannot- I’m- Ambessa my love I’m still reeling from the gays, give me a moment. VANDER MY LOVE NOOO! SINGED I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!

Oh fuck- we’re in it now

Ep 9:

EKKO THANK GOD- most stressful 3 mins of my life.

Honestly I don’t trust these dumb bitches at all. Jayce and Vi are like 2 for 2 on losing fights. Ekko save us Ekko. I had hope on Sevika but her leaving is so real. She has been let down by these people so many times- GERT NOOOOO

LORIS NOOOOOO

Thank god fish guy made it

Ambessa rises from the ashes like a demon- I KNEW IT I KNEW THAT BITCH WAS A TRAITOR!

GOD IS A WOMAN AND HER NAME IS MEL MEDARDA!!!

YEA JINX! SEVIKA IM SORRY I DOUBTED YOU QUEEN NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR!

There is something so special to me about piano boy being the one to make the shot. Like the smallest thing can make a difference, anyone can rise to the occasion.

Of course Ambessa is one step ahead

I have issues, I still think Viktor is so hot rn.

I know my girls are getting their asses beat rn but let’s appreciate they let the girls get down and dirty in a fight. No pretty fighting- my bitches scrap-

Bow your heads. We lost THE bad bitch today.

Omfg there’s still like 20 mins left

I should have known this plan was gonna go to shit the minute Jayce and Vi sat next to each other.

Praying for the salvation for my girl, Sevika I promised not to- FUCK

Ekko please save these idiots- SAVE US EKKO.

Jayce understanding that he was the soldier in the ash like yeah dummy- DID IT CLICK YET- Please let Viktor be the mage, I will not let this theory die.

Fuck I wanna side against Viktor but he looks gorgeous in the Arcane.

Oop Jayvik nation rise.

EKKO THANK GOD THATS MY BOY SAVIOR

HE WAS THE MAGE THE WHOLE TIME-

I’m actually in tears this isn’t a bit, like I’m actually crying

Viktor I never doubted you, I never forsaken you, I never hated you, I never turned against you, I never thought less of you. He could have actually succeeded and I would have stood by him.

Oh damn Jayvik nation rise for real, I was just joking the first time-

JINX I NEVER DOUBT- FUCK

This show is so beautiful, every scene a painting. Mel in all noxian gear while still wearing her purple eyeshadow, a mix of her roots but also the promise to move forwards and look ahead.

Yall im so fucking stressed and there’s only 3 minutes left.

No one talk to me for the next few days- I’m going through some shit okay-

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: Arcane 

Verse: Zaun Family  

Pairing: pre-Caitlyn/Vi 

I’m working on a prompt fill but have been meaning to write the slight changes to the Episode One heist in this verse for a while and thought with the Season One rewatch fresh on my brain it was a good time to do it.  

This is one of those ones where you realise this verse very much could exist without me adding my Usual Bullshit(TM) onto it and it wouldn't change anything. This is a young girl completely changing the course of events through a single lie.  

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“Tell us what you saw Miss Kiramman,” Dean Heimerdinger says to her, the closed ceiling Council Chamber casting a shadow over him and the other Councilor sitting circled around her staring down at her. Her own mother watching with a carefully blank expression. Jayce not meeting her eyes where he stands to the side with Enforcers flanking him, hands clasped in front of him and head bowed in guilt. 

Caitlyn reminds herself it is not her on trial.  

Footsteps thunder down the hall before she can give her testimony. The Zaun Representative suddenly filling the doorway, his scared, red eye glowing in the dim light of the Council Chamber in trial as he catches his breathe enough to yell that it is unjust for him not to even be informed such a trial is happening. Caitlyn had never seen the level of rage on a person before. His chipped teeth bared like the dogs some keep to prevent people from breaking into their properties. Looking every bit the demon she had sometimes heard people refer to him as in hissed angry tones.  

“We are still determining if there was Undercity involvement,” Councilor Bolbok says. “We can hardly let their representative be involved lest you try and hide your people’s crimes.”  

“Get him out of here!” Councilor Hoskel orders with a dismissive nod to the Enforcers.  

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” the Zaun Representative snarls as they near him. Standing tall as he fixes his vest and shirt from where they had wrinkled in his haste. “I have as much of a right to watch as anyone here.”  

Looks are exchanged between the Councilors before finally Councilor Medarda speaks up.  

“You may stay so long as you do not disrupt the proceedings.”  

“I wouldn’t dare,” the Zaun Representative replies with a dry tone and forced smile. Glancing at the Enforcers who step back from him before walking to the gathered audience. He finds the shadows of the room where his eye seems to glow out of it. Caitlyn unable to block its gaze from the corner of her eye. Cannot ignore the feeling that it is watching her and her alone.  

Caitlyn reminds herself she is not the one on trial.  

“Well, now that that’s settled. Miss Kiramman,” Dean Heimerdinger says, bringing everyone else’s attention onto her as well, “what do you remember seeing?”  

What did you see? Sheriff Grayson had asked her. Hands tight on Caitlyn’s shoulders as the explosion still rings through her ears and the smell of fire and ozone fills her lungs.  

“I-”  

“Spit it out already!” Councilor Salo says. 

“Give her a minute. She has been through a traumatic event!”  

“It was traumatic for all of us. An attack on our city! In broad daylight!”  

“Unprecedented!”  

“That is enough!” Dean Heimerdinger says, looking frazzled at the situation. His eyes kind as he looks at her. “I know this is likely overwhelming for you but it is important we get to the truth at the bottom of this whole mess. So please, to the best of your ability, tell us what you remember of the incident.”  

All the eyes in the room look at her to tell them what she saw. An almost bored expectation in some, waiting for her to confirm what they believed happened so they can send the Enforcers out to hunt down those involved. Curiosity and sympathy in others for her, the young girl standing in front of a crowd to testify about an event that she isn’t to blame for. Cold judgement from the glowing eye in the corner. 

They will believe you over everyone else who was here. Think carefully about what to tell them young Kiramman. 

She had thought carefully.  

And, so, she doesn’t tell them that she remembers a pink-haired girl yelling at her to get down! Just as she doesn’t tell them how warm her body felt lying over Caitlyn’s, the weird excitement of her scent as she asked are you okay? Nor the callouses on her fingers that brushed the hair that had fallen over Caitlyn’s face before the weight suddenly came off Caitlyn. The sound of yelling and footsteps fading into the distance until suddenly Caitlyn had been pulled to her feet by Sheriff Grayson. 

Instead she tells them:  

“Jayce told me that the crystals were dangerous and I shouldn’t touch them. But I had never seen anything like them before and I thought so long as I was careful. I dropped one, I think. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” 

“No, that’s not right, there were other people there,” Jayce says, suddenly looking up and around the room with scared desperate eyes. And Caitlyn does feel terrible because he is right, there had been others. But there feels like there is something more to this. One of the games adults play that she is too young to understand. And when she looks at the Sheriff watching the trial there is something like pride in her expression. “There had been a girl – she had blue hair.”  

Caitlyn feels the eyes of everyone in the room settled on her and her blue hair.  

She is sorry.  

“Thank you Miss Kiramman,” Dean Heimerdinger says with a kind, reassuring smile. Because he knows it must be hard to betray her friend and tutor like that even if he thinks it is only because she is telling the truth despite how it will harm Jayce. “You can be excused. I doubt we will need anything more from you.” 

“Thank you.”  

As Caitlyn makes her way out of the Council Chamber, she dares a glance at the Zaun Representative only to find his gaze assessing. And Caitlyn can only hurry from the room in response.  

[clonerightsagenda]

Arcane S2E6

The further we get into the season without the sex Netflix keeps warning me about appearing the more nervous I get. Sex jumpscare

"That isn't Jayce. There is another will at work within him." Pot, meet kettle. Interesting that astral plane Viktor looks like his old self and emotes, whereas real world Viktor looks off.

Imagining doing laundry for all the white robes in Viktor's commune… bold color choice

Is that really Sky after getting devoured by the hex core, or is that something else wearing a face that Viktor's guilt will respond to? The same way something pretended to be Mel's brother?

Emo bangs sisters

Hell yeah let's have fun with stylization again. This season sure likes its music videos

God damn it Singed

Viktor is still dying, huh? Man cannot catch a break

Caitlyn jumped Vi and started beating her with a rifle butt before even knowing who she was. What, does she just clobber everyone she comes into contact with now

One petname and Caitlyn cracks immediately. Most spineless military dictatorship figurehead

Is Jayce seeing possible futures, something he's being shown to mislead him, or is this Truesight?

Why did Shimmer give Jinx cool powers without any bodily distortions or side effects like all the others? Again. Is Jinx Dead

Where is Ekko. Is Ekko coming out of the orb with his time powers

I know in original LoL lore Jayce and Viktor were never on great terms and I feel like the show wrote a closer backstory for them and then went oh shit but they gotta fight later and so now Jayce is possessed by the spirit of League of Legends canon. Please do not get in my notes explaining how League of Legends isn't even League of Legends canon anymore. That post is getting so many notes rn that notification blocker keeps breaking and I keep seeing people um actually-ing me.

How many times can these sisters have their parents get killed in front of them. When is enough enough. I mean I assume he's sticking around in some capacity bc the werewolf guy is a playable character but his time with fragmentary memories is probably over.

Well at least I don't have to look at that guy's beard anymore

There goes Isha as predicted. Good luck hanging onto your hard won scraps of stability now, Jinx. They love putting her on the alignment merry go round

Maybe the plotlines will converge in a great and elegant way in the last 3 episodes, but this season is really lacking the tightness of season 1. I think it could have reasonably tackled half of this

[werewyrmcaecilian]

Arcane act 1 s2 reaction (SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT)

holyshit holyshit holyshit HOLYSHITTT

Ok sorry i am a shipper at heart and there's so much to say but I'm gonna talk about Vi and Cait.

> Caitlyn EVIL ARC???? The woman cannot catch a break like she has NO time to grieve and she's thrust into a position of power with everybody (Ambessa Medarda) using her grief to push her into unethical decisions.... House Kiramman controlling the LITERAL AIR in the Undercity is so fucked up (this was a sick reveal!). and then Cait goes and ~exploits that~. She's been pushed over the edge :(((((

> YAYY THE KISS!!!! I cheered

> Cannot get over the fact that Vi has been punched, stabbed, burned, slammed into floors, etc. but the only thing that actually makes her cry is Caitlyn's rifle butt to stomach. Like DAMNNN. Love loses :(

> On this note I wonder if we'll get a big choreographed Vi vs Cait fight scene... ohohoho

> will add more later

[stuckinbyler]

The subtext in Jayvik

We see this eerie scene with Viktor showing Jayce his accomplishments, in a way, inviting him in.

We get this look:

I'd argue Viktor still had faith in Jayce at this moment. He seems rather surprised that Jayce is actually going to take the hit, based on his eyes's expression. I’d also say that, from Viktor’s point of view, it’s almost a rejection. He expresses his “affection” towards his partner, they diverge paths and suddenly his ex partner comes back to pull the trigger on him. In my opinion, he didn’t think Jayce would attack them because he believed their personal bond would prevent such a thing.

We get Jayce's line of dialogue: "I won't fail, I swear it"; which we know later is another promise to Viktor.

While he shoots, we can see him struggling with his actions, visibly reluctant to face what he's doing. We also hear Viktor’s breath catch, which signals his surprise, yet again.

We can attest Jayce's remorse after the act:

And, finally, we get Viktor's speech:

"I understand now. The message hidden within the pattern. The reason for our failures in the commune. The doctor was right. It's inescapable. Humanity. Our very essence, our emotions. Rage. Compassion. Hate. Two sides of the same coin. Inextricably bound. That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil"

Someone pointed out that this is a turning point for Viktor's character, since he recognizes that there's no real choice. The human pattern of emotion constantly defies pure logic. Even if you have autonomy, individuals are inherently bound by the society they live in and the actions of others, which cannot be controlled. This is proven by Jayce's attempt to kill Viktor, the catalyst for his transformation. From this moment on, Viktor concludes that the only path to true equality is to remove individual choice, creating a perfect society where everyone is one.

Episode 7

Summary

Jayce is transported to an alternate dimension, a future where Hextech has completely corrupted the world and everyone is dead (including himself). He hurts his leg and is stuck some time in a cave until he can finally get out and meet the mage who saved him as a child. After speaking, the mage sends him back to his original dimension.

Scenes

Again, Viktor and Jayce don't really interact as much. However, there are a few things that stand out from the episode.

Jayce's leg symbolism

After Jayce breaks his leg, he ends up trapped in a cave, where he is forced to survive on his own. Some have pointed out that it's interesting, given how also Jayce and VIktor are two sides of the same coin, that he broke his leg. He can now understand Viktor's pain when it comes to his disability, and he symbolically and literally needs to climb out of the cave to get to the top (which mirrors Viktor's ascent from Zaun to Piltover). 

He also hallucinates Mel and Viktor, who again parallel each other.

It's definitely an interesting choice to represent Mel being consumed by the fire only to be replaced later by Viktor. Although not inherently romantic, it could potentially symbolize how Jayce's feelings towards Viktor are changing, realizing their romantic undertones once he compares him to Mel. Viktor is literally taking Mel’s place (visually).

There's also another detail that I've noticed, which is that he doesn't hallucinate Viktor's voice while in the cave (except for a brief moment near the end). We keep getting lines of dialogue from Mel and Heimerdinger–two figures who represented opposing stances in Jayce's life. We know they were the ones who pushed him to take political decisions and placed the burden of responsibility on him. In a way, he's fostering remorse towards them as he starts spiraling, projecting the hardships of his situation onto them. Their voices represent his internalized conflicts, where he feels as though he's been manipulated, leading him to feel betrayed by both his mentors and his own desires.

We also see Jayce looking up to Viktor (the mage). Once again, Viktor is the reason why he decides to keep going, unbeknownst to him.

Once Jayce gets to his own grave, we can see that it has been taken care of by Viktor. As others have pointed out, it appears more illuminated and more “alive” than everything else we've seen in this world.

Episode 8

Summary

Viktor unites forces with Ambessa and the Doctor. He believes he can complete the doctor's transformation with Hexgate's anomaly. He agrees to empower Ambessa's soldiers in exchange for protection against Jayce. 

Jayce speaks with Mel, until Viktor appears and they fight. Viktor is much faster than Jayce, but he is able to defeat his robot with Mel’s help. Because of this, Viktor orders the Doctor to begin his process. Meanwhile, Jayce apologizes to Mel for being an asshole (his words). They have a touching scene where he comforts Mel and they part ways. 

Jayce tries convincing Zaun to join forces with Piltover against Viktor and Ambessa. Sky leaves Viktor as he evolves in his final, glorious evolution. 

Scenes

The first thing Viktor says when he wakes up after being killed by Jayce is this:

"Doctor. Your ingenuity deserves praise. I am grateful. The world I now see is more lucid than ever"

We can see how Viktor establishes a hierarchy between himself and the others, elevating himself almost to a deity figure as he becomes omnipresent, being able to control his followers however he pleases. He has taken their complete autonomy and is now convinced that they need to become one in order for the "Glorious Evolution" to take place. 

We can also attest how Sky's devotion is slowly disappearing as she realizes Viktor's lost his final piece of humanity. 

Then, we have Jayce, who appears defensive when he sees Mel in her white cloak (probably because he might associate it with Viktor's mage form). It’s definitely interesting how, yet again, Mel and Viktor parallel each other in a way. They are both mages now, and both have worn cloaks.

Upon seeing Mel, they acknowledge that they have both changed.  Shortly after, he blames her for not having saved the others during the attack.

"Why just me, why not save all of them?"

This is obviously unfair to Mel's character, since she had no control over her powers at this time and this is why he later apologizes. Regardless of that, there's now an emotional distance that can't be breached between them, given Jayce's remorse and Mel's newfound understanding of her own powers. They argue because now their goals are completely different. Jayce wants to save Piltover and rebuild peace, while Mel’s story is now centred around her identity as a mage and her ties to Noxus. She distances herself from the conflict in Piltover, but she still participates in it because she remains involved due to Ambessa. Jayce also feels used by Mel, by which he hadn't realized at the time was manipulation:

"You called us investments, you used me and Viktor"

This is a clouded judgement of his character, as we could see in past episodes that Mel did develop a genuine love towards Jayce. However, this is not enough to salvage their romantic relationship. As they argue, Jayce senses Viktor's presence in the room and he shoots at him with his hammer.

Others have mentioned that Viktor's robot's designs resemble Mel, given their colour palette and the way they move, agile and swift. They have pointed out this could be Viktor's way of trying to convince Jayce: to embody the person he thinks he loves most. Despite his attempt, it doesn't work and Viktor ultimately loses the fight.

Some lines of dialogue I thought worth paying attention to:

"Had you given me the chance, I would have shown you the merits of my work. Our work"

This is a parallel to season's 1 dialogue:

"Our Hextech dream"

In a weird way, Viktor is extending an olive branch to Jayce because he knows they will lose the fight against him. It's a matter of whether they'll fight back or resign. 

"Somehow I think you already understand what must transpire to complete my mission. I would prefer to do so in peace"

Viktor admits he himself struggled with fear while accepting the Glorious Evolution:

"In my confusion, I was unable to reconcile this. But I now understand. The Glorious Evolution is destined"

This is an attest to how he had to give up his morals from season 1 to become the Herald in this season. I believe the catalyst to his reasoning is Jayce killing him, as we see during his speech after his death. We also get this scene:

“Let us instead do this once again as partners"

"My partner died in this room”

When Viktor finally gets the chance to kill Jayce, he stutters and gets distracted. 

Finally, Jayce is saved by Mel and Viktor's current body is killed. This propels him to initiate "the process", as he tells the Doctor. I believe this is his last straw, where he realizes he can't convince Jayce to join him, so he decides to give the order. 

We also get this visual of the robot with tears in the holes of its face:

We can see this turn of events affects Viktor deeply, as he's panting. Although Sky tries to comfort him, it's too late.

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