#zero vis

[symeona]

Image description: It's a drawing of Jinx from Arcane. Her outfit is heavily inspired by her original League outfit and her final one of Arcane's season 2. She's looking off into the side with a nonchalant expression. She has one arm up with her pinky stuck up her nose. She is drawn with a very cool-toned palette of blues and purples. There's a sketchy "Jinx" written behind her. End of description.

[nolvini]

make me an offer I cannot refuse

[proxythe]

sorry im really obsessed with this pair … 🧚 u guys must understand… i have a rare pair addiction …

[shouyuus]

I’m having a real kick out of cowboy Vi rn and was wondering if mayhaps, if you’re feeling like it, write some headcannons or maybe a lil blorb about it?

I just keep imagining being out in the field, staring up at the stars and shuuuucks the kisses might have gone too far. Save a horse, ride a cowgirl 🤠

i feel like i must prequel this by saying that i know nothing about cow-anything and that i've exclusively grown up in metropolis-type cities. but that being said. i do have a certain appreciation for the aesthetic and all the cowgirl!vi fanart i've seen's got me feelin' sum typa way, as they say.

you blow in like the summer wind, low over the horizon and kicking up all sorts of stardust, so of course, vi's been enamored ever since. you're a city-girl, anyone with half an eye could see that. but vi's never been the type to mind. and when asked, you weren't shy to admit that you're just here for the summer, just here for a little fun in the sun --

so that makes it easy, doesn't it? cause summer's made for stuff like this -- all that heat and dreamin'. all sweet tea and none of the leavin'.

"you can't see stars like this in the city," you tell her one night, laid up in the back of her bright red pickup, the desert stretching out on all four sides for miles and miles and miles around.

"yeah? bet you can't. but... i figure there's probably other stuff to look at in those big cities of yours," vi says, turning her head.

"sure... lots of big tall buildings, and metric fucktons of pigeons," you say, giggling. vi laughs, shifting so that she's facing you. all around you, the wild chirrup of cicadas rock the sand-strewn night this way and that. a second later, you turn to face her too, smiling in the syrup-ridden dark.

"metric fucktons, huh? that the official measure for tall buildings?" she asks, chuckling.

"sure is," you reply inching just a bit closer.

it's been weeks, and vi's spent too many sunlit afternoons wondering about the taste of your lips to question it when you lean in to brush your mouth against hers. you taste like seasalt and lipgloss, and vi's sure her own lips are way too chapped, but when you press in just a bit closer, she finds that she doesn't really give damn.

"been wanting to do that for a while..." you admit, pulling back. and like this, vi figures she can count all the summertime constellations caught beneath your lashes like jars of wayward lightning bugs.

"me too..." vi breathes, tugging you in for another kiss, and then another. when you break apart, she licks her lips and grins at the way you chase after her, toppling into her chest as she leans back, and the whole truck rocks with the weight. you let out a startled laugh, and she, another soft chuckle.

the wind tangles lazy fingers through the branches of the old juniper tree behind vander's farm and in the distance, the fwoosh of a diving nighthawk rends the air. a cluster of sparrows startles out of a nearby bush, their wings flapping against the star-scattered night, and vi finds herself lost in the bewitching sparkle of your eyes as you look at her, and look at her. she doesn't think she's ever been looked at like this before.

heat roils in her stomach as she clears her throat. faintly, she wonders if all city-folk are so shameless.

"so..." you say, your lips twisting up as a fox-fire glint catches behind your eyes, "what else have you been thinking of, hm?"

vi clears her throat, "oh... bit o'this, bit o'that..." she casts her gaze up and prays for strength. she catches a whiff, just then, of your perfume, something soft and sweet, but not like flowers -- no, something warmer, a strange, heady concoction that sends her head spinning.

some big-city magic, she thinks, beating down the urge to roll her eyes at the thought.

"oh yeah? would it be easier just to show me?" you ask, batting your lashes, rolling your hips down slightly against hers, "what's that saying now? save a horse...?" you let your voice trail off with a salacious grin.

and this time, vi really does swear --

"sweet jesus on a bicycle --" she laughs, shaking her head, "you're gonna be the death of me, aren't you?"

you shrug, leaning forward to brace your arms over her shoulders, the shape of you cast against the gathering night like some sort of desert mirage. vi licks her lips, feeling her mouth blister dry as you run your fingers through her hair, her hat long since abandoned too the wayside.

"didn't know jesus rode bikes... always thought he was more of a donkey-guy, myself."

at this, vi snorts, giving your hip a hard pat, "right, c'mon then."

you pout, listing your head, "what? no more stargazing?"

vi cocks an eyebrow, grabbing her hat as she swings out of the bed of the truck, reaching up to offer you a hand.

"well, as much as i love the thought of eating you out seven ways to sunday in the back of my truck... i think your delicate city-girl disposition might like a mattress just a bit better, hm?"

you blink, your mouth falling open into a perfect little 'o' of shock, before color floods your cheeks and you nearly topple out of the truck. luckily, vi's there to catch you, chuckling as she sets you on your feet.

"what happened to all that bravado, hm?

your crinkle your nose, defiance flickering behind your gaze as vi leads you back towards the house.

"that's not fair -- you caught me off guard is all," you say, tucking yourself into vi's side as she helps you side-step a dogwood plant.

"sure i did, princess."

you huff, glancing up at her even as the pair of you finally reach the soft ring of light cast by the large farmhouse stood in front of the massive juniper tree. vi pauses just before you reach the front steps to let you hop up on the first one, turning to grin at her, your eyes now finally at a level.

she thinks the bright twinkle of mischief caught there looks terrifyingly like falling in love. or perhaps, just the falling bit.

you bite your lips and rock on the balls of your feet. vi waits, her breath caught like a wild horse hoofbeat inside her chest.

"so," you say, your voice the perfect mix sugar-cube and snake-bite, "if i ride you tonight, would that make me a cowgirl too?"

vague continuation found here

[elfmagee]

any code geass fans still out there

[monorays]

[beidoukomskaicrux]

"give us more complex well written flawed female characters and queer relationships"

Nah, you guys ain't even ready to maturely understand CaitVi yet.

[thenationofzaun]

"Ekko lost everything in the end, his ideal timeline, his girlfriend, his mentor. He saved the world but was left with nothing😭"

The Firelights: ...

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

What do we think?

[cosmiclumalee]

(2020) PLAY BUG FABLES

[naturalbloodstainblnde]

ANDRE KRIEGMAN. HEADCANONS || ZERO DAY

andre kriegman as a boyfriend // a lil angst? // tw suggestive! // gn!reader // headcanons

andre kriegman, who believes it’s his job to take care of you. he’ll insist on driving you home, paying for your food when you’re out together, shoving his jacket in your arms when it’s cold. it’s not open for discussion—it’s just how he’s been raised.

andre kriegman, who gets embarrassed as hell when his parents say nice things about you. his father will make a comment in german, and andre will turn red, mumbling, “it’s nothing.” when you ask him what mr kriegman meant.

andre kriegman, who doesn’t handle arguments well. he’ll raise his voice, maybe slam his palm on the table in frustration, but he’ll never touch you—his anger is loud but always directed at himself or the situation, not you.

andre kriegman, who is totally an ass guy, oogling you shamelessly every time you’re wearing tight jeans.

andre kriegman, who isn’t big on initiating PDA but will kiss you on the cheek or hold your hand when he thinks no one’s watching.

andre kriegman, who doesn’t do flowers and sappy shit (except for valentine’s day or your anniversary) but will randomly bring you something practical—a pack of your favourite gum, a soda you like—because he remembers the things you’ve mentioned.

andre kriegman, who is pragmatic and always prepared. every time you hang out, he has breath mints or gum in his pocket. just in case you decide to kiss him.

andre kriegman, who takes you on “random” dates but secretly spends hours meticulously planning every detail, down to what route to drive so you guys can stay in the car for a bit longer.

andre kriegman, who drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, his thumb absently rubbing circles. he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it—it’s basically second nature by now.

andre kriegman, who always seems a little stiff when he’s shirtless, self-conscious of his bacne. but you’re quick to distract him by running your fingers through his hair or kissing along his happy trail, which he secretly loves even though he’d rather die than admit it.

andre kriegman, who gets jealous without realising it, his mood souring whenever mel the cat earns a kiss on the head that should’ve been his.

andre kriegman, who tries to balance his time between you and cal. heavy emphasis on “try”.

andre kriegman, who secretly thinks that you’re too good for him.

andre kriegman, who lies on his back in bed, alone, arms outstretched, holding his video camera. his room is pitch black, the only source of light coming from the flickering screen, showing shaky, grainy footage of you holding a beer, laughing with friends and talking about something trivial.

andre kriegman, who rewinds the part where you notice him filming, the way your eyes flicker toward the camera like a character breaking the fourth wall before you walk closer. the camera shakes as your face comes into view, the grainy footage catches a brief flash of your smile before the screen blurs—you hand batting his away, forcing andre to drop his arm. the camera spins wildly, the view distorting, and for a split second, everything is a chaotic blur.

andre kriegman, who watches in silence as the camera focuses on the kitchen floor, the lens catching nothing but the tiled surface. muffled catcalls and laughter echo from the background as you press your lips against his cheek.

andre kriegman, who has brief moments of doubt while watching these videos. his finger hovering between the “replay” and “delete” option, wondering if he’s making a mistake.

andre kriegman, who still videotapes you, but there’s something different in the way he frames the shots now.

andre kriegman, who starts zoning out more often. you’ll be talking about something random, and his eyes will glaze over, staring a hundred yards past you.

andre kriegman, who doesn’t mention your name once in the last tape he and cal film. he keeps his expression neutral, his tone matter-of-fact. because he refuses to drag you into the media shitstorm he knows will follow… the one scrap of kindness he can afford to give you.

andre kriegman, who drove by your house the night before zero day. he didn’t come in or anything, just looked up at your bedroom window from his car in silence.

andre kriegman, who doesn’t believe in happy endings but still hopes you get one, even if he knows he won’t be a part of it.

um not sure how i feel about this one.. sorry

[nolvini]

you believe me like a god / I betray you like a man

[srslylini]

has anyone figured out yet why basically every episode of Arcane season 2 started out like we were in a musical?

Episode one, Caitlyns mom with "I can't hear it now"

Episode two, with Silco, Jinx and "Sucker"

Episode three, Caitlyn, Vi and the rest of the Enforcers with "Hellfire"

Episode four, Jinx as her symbol with "Paint the town blue"

Episode five, Vi's montage with "Cocktail Molotov"

I'm pretty sure the sixth and eighth episodes are the only ones that don't start out with a song.

Episode seven, Ekko with "Open Your Eyes"

Episode nine, Jinx with "Wasteland"

what was this? Most of those were so pointless and took away from the scene and time that was necessary for other stuff??? I'm pretty sure in season 1 the only episode that started out with a song was episode 7, and it was good. It made sense. This? is just weird.

Was there a reason for this? What were they trying to accomplish???? Because most songs imo in itself are genuinely good but also imo served no purpose, or little to none.

[shouyuus]

this literally was on my ig feed and the first thing I thought of was hockeyplayer!vi, who typically worships the ground you walk on and refuses to be unkind, but she's just so fed up with getting blow after blow in a particularly rough game who just puts that into her sex with you later in the night, when it's just you and her in your hotel room that you've stayed in for tournaments 🫠

goodnight! HEHSHA

the way that i saw this on my own IG feed not one (1) hr from getting this ask is hilarious (and also mildly terrifying) --

but omg i can imagine figure eights!vi after she and figure skater!reader have been dating for a while doing this where vi's got an away game and you fly out to surprise her but the game doesn't go well and she's pissed that they basically threw the game, pissed that you flew out all this way just to see her suck, has so much pent-up energy that she wasn't able to get out on the ice that the moment you guys get back to your hotel room, she's on you, pushing you back into the door, tugging up your skirt, shoving her fingers into your panties -- groaning when you shiver.

"sorry princess -- i know my hands are a bit cold --" her grin slipping sideways as your lashes flutter, your cheeks darkening with color, "but... you've never minded the cold, now have you?"

it's a rhetorical question, one that you don't grace with an answer because you're too busy pleading with her to give you more.

she slows down her pace just to watch you pout before dropping a kiss onto your lips, cocking her head --

"yeah? you want more?"

you, nodding, aching for her. she hides her desperation well, but you can feel the way she's got you held up against the door that she needs this (that she wants this) just as much as you do (if not a little more).

"please, vi --"

"mmm... you really do go crazy for my fingers, huh?"

you whimpering when she finally pushes a finger in, and then another, stretching you out just the way you like --

"yeah... i know, princess -- i know --"

[chiefmysticmia]

this ship dynamic >>>

also i know caitvi existed well before arcane but sshhh let me be funny

[nathaniacolver]

HELP

WHY ARE THEY THEM