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elsweetheart · 11 months
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ok but vi and the nickname cupcake.
if she likes you, she’d truly use it no matter what you look like. if you present in a more masc way, she’ll use it to tease you because she just loves how cute you look when you get flustered — and if you’re super feminine (this is really speaking to me…) she’ll justify it as ‘because, you know — you’re all cute and frilly and sweet… like a cupcake?’
but anyway, we all know where this is going (the bedroom.) she’d use it so teasingly that it would make your head swim. “really? you’re crying ‘too deep!’ when my straps only half way in, cupcake? its not that big, is it?” or if she’s feeling nice “and you wonder why i call you cupcake, just taste so fucking sweet.” all pussydrunk whilst spreading you apart with her thumbs and diving back in— 😳
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abbysleftbicepp · 4 months
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Information about me
My name is Jocelyn, I am a raging bisexual.
I get lazy a lot with writing, so don’t expect my fics to be very long 😭🫶 some will probably be long on occasion if my brain decides to work.
My timetable is all over the place, and so is my mind, so there won’t be set times to when I post fics.
I am also autistic so any autism slander in the comments will be blocked (but on a side note I will write neurodivergent reader if anyone wants me to!!)
I ONLY write wlw, I have never written nsfw content before, but I am open to trying it out. if I do write nsfw I would like men and minors to kindly piss off, thank you.
I will write for these characters (might add more in the future):
Abby Anderson (Tlou)
Ellie Williams (Tlou)
Dina Woodward (Tlou)
Vi (arcane)
Sevika (arcane)
I forgot to mention I’m British and I don’t really know the difference in time zones from here 😭👍 if I say I’m posting sm tonight it means British time
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cherryblossomlion · 3 months
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Spitballing Mizukemi ideas, part 4, chaotic edition
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Dragon AU. Mizu isn’t half white, but half dragon. That’s why she has blue eyes. I said what I said. 
Arcane Crossover AU. The overlap between Mizukemi shippers and CaitVi shippers is a circle. Maybe there's an interdimensional war, maybe there's an interdimensional heist, maybe there's an interdimensional double date. Use your best judgement.
Omegaverse AU. Someone has to. Who needs dildos when there’s alphas? If you write one of these, don't let me know.
🌸🍒 ALL PROMPTS ARE FREE TO USE PERMISSION GRANTED🍒🌸
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vistandsforvillainera · 4 months
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CaitVi but Caitlyn is a horse girl and Vi's the new family hire to take care of her horses. Caitlyn ends up riding a real stallion that night.
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Hug Me (Like You'll Lose Me) | Vi/Reader
Bit of angst with a fluffy ending, fairly short at 576 words. The reader is gender neutral, and is Vi's childhood friend/crush (whether or not y'all were an official couple is left semi vague).
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You’ve always hugged her like it’s the last time you’ll ever touch her; you hug her like the world is ending, like she was the only shelter you had ever known. You hold onto her as if she was a part of you (something that was never meant to be separate). Arms wrapped tightly around her, one hand on the back of head, fingers running along her scalp, face pressed lovingly against her neck. Every embrace was drawn out for as long as you could get away with, until she had to pull away. But no matter how much her siblings teased her for it, Vi never pushed you off, or made fun of you, or gave you any reason to change your habits.
Loss was, after all, inherently unpredictable. After everything the two of you had been through… she could not blame you for the nature of your love.
Most days, she did not linger in these moments as eagerly as you did, returning your touch but not the intensity. This was more than fine with you- Vi’s love found other ways to manifest, and you never had reason to doubt it. Touch was still her language of choice. A reassuring hand on your shoulder before a heist, letting her knee rest against yours under the table, intertwining your fingers whenever you sat together, so on and so forth, constant and unwavering. If ever she held you the same way you held her, it was for your own comfort.
Except for one single, unpredicted, solitary moment.
When she came to you, privately, and pulled you closer than she ever had, you knew that something was wrong. Her breathing was uncharacteristically shaky, leaving no room for words of explanation. So you waited. You held her like you always did, murmured comforting phrases, ran your fingers across her undercut; you hugged her like you were going to lose her. There was no telling exactly how much time passed like that. Not that it mattered; you would gladly give her whatever time you had.  In the end, whether minutes or hours later, she pulled away with a bittersweet smile.
“I’ll explain later,” she promised, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and walking away. If you had known what it was she had planned… if you had known that the next time you saw her would be when your world came crashing down… you would have hugged her a little longer.
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“I thought you were dead,” you whisper, your throat already sore from crying, staring up into the face of your beloved. Seven years and iron bars had kept the two of you separate, but now you were together again. “I missed you so much, Violet.” Wordlessly, Vi moves to rest her forehead against your own, chest rocking with every shaky breath. Shock has ruined both of your tongues, hers moreso than yours, but neither of you have ever focused on words.
Your shared language is touch, naturally, and the way she holds you speaks volumes. Her fingers trail along your body, slowly, following the curve of your arms and the length of your spin, so light as to be almost unnoticed. All the while her gaze never strays from your eyes. When she speaks, it is an echo of her actions, soft and caring.
“I love you,” she says, as she hugs you like she has lost you (and cannot bring herself to lose you again).
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oxenfreeao3 · 1 year
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CaitVi Holiday Fic Prompt:
While decorating the tree, Caitlyn gets giggle tipsy on mulled wine and starts hanging little ornaments on Vi's hair spikeys. With endless patience, Vi endures.
Then Tobias walks in with a tray of cookies. He stops.
"My, my, don't YOU look festive!"
Vi sighs, shaking her head.
It jingles.
Caitlyn hiccups.
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elsweetheart · 1 year
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UGH i cant do this anymore vi and abby are the type to move you out of the way when they’re walking past by like touching your waist
they’re such little teases by letting their touch linger a LITTLE bit too much
oh definitely! i’ve written about ellie doing this before but i see these two doing it for sure.
abby would be more subtle, it makes more sense for her to be in a bit of a squeeze bc she takes up so much space. you’d just feel her strong hands grip onto your hips and her strong chest press against your back and then just “oops. sorry.”
whereas vi wouldn’t even try and hide her intentions, pressing her crotch right up against your ass, hands wrapping around your waist, maybe even stopping to say something like “excuse me, you’re in my way.” trying to hide her smirk, and when she passes her hand lingers on your lower back, trailing her finger tips along it as she moves away :(
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billieinspace · 2 years
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Arcane Characters and Games I Think They'd Play [Headcanons]
I planned to make this a bunch of drabbles but got lazy; if there's any you'd like to see in a story, don't hesitate to let me know! please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it, it helps the algorithm <3
Jayce would love to play something simple to pass time; Crazy 8's or checkers are simply but eat spare time up easily. He's not very coordinated, so games such as chess confused him slightly.
Viktor loves games that stimulate the brain, perhaps chess or mancala (my childhood favourite); these games have fairly simple boards and can be resourced easily in the undercity, as well as Piltover.
Caitlyn loves Mahjong! It's the perfect balance between strategy and tension, perfect to play with tea and chatting. If she's not feeling mahjong, billiards or backgammon would probably be her close second.
Silco seems like the type who would play chess between meetings; a whole game might take a day, making moves when he has time, but he enjoys the critical thinking of anticipating the next move. He also enjoys a game of solitaire as a break from paperwork.
Jinx plays more children-oriented games, such as Old Maid, Snap!, and Go Fish! They're simple yet endearing and fun; be careful of her with snap though, she gets a little aggressive
Vi enjoys games that involve aiming or precision. Marbles is her top pick as it's something she regularly played in the Lanes, but she also enjoys Billiards, Table Tennis, and shooting those little paper footballs. Mel prefers brainteasers. She does puzzles that are far more intricate than the norm. She also likes any game where she can bluff or charm, giving her an advantage or even just a little bit of a chuckle when one realizes they've lost yet again.
Ekko doesn't like to admit he plays games, but he would be lying if he said he didn't participate in joys with the younger foundlings within the hideaway. Simple games from stolen cards and items such as Go Fish!, Old Maid, Crazy 8's, pick up sticks and jacks, if he's lucky he'll find enough marbles as well; he finds these amusing and pass harder times with a smile.
Sevika will never say no to poker or blackjack (or any game she can gamble on for that matter). Her cocky aura makes her an interesting opponent to play against. She will gamble, and probably win most times if you aren't perceptive enough.
Heimerdinger is often fairly busy for games, but he doesn't mind the occasional game of Jenga, often opting to leave it on his desk for anyone who might like the challenge of taking a block down without it falling. If he's caught long enough for free time, Cribbage is his go-to; the race-like game is refreshing for energy.
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mistiell · 2 years
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Request: Prompt: pure angst #15. Arcane-Vi x fem!Reader romantic. extra: vi&reader were fighting someone or something ( u choose) and noticing that vi is about to get hurt reader not only kills the thing/person, but dies in the process. (my first time doing a request sooo... I love vi I really do but she needs to have a breakdown and there’s not enough fics where she does.)( if u know of any please let me know pls)
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It started out as a bar fight.
Some creep made a really sleazy comment about you and of course Vi went ape shit on his ass. The second she threw the first punch, it turned into an all out brawl. You ended up getting involved, defending your girlfriend as best you could. You were back to back for awhile but at some point, you must have gotten split up because suddenly she’s at least 12 feet away from you and you’re stuck on the other side of the room.
You throw yet another punch, clocking one of the guy’s buddies in the jaw. Your chest is heaving and beads of sweat roll down your forehead. You chance a glance at Vi, checking to make sure she’s still okay. You watch her knock someone out and smirk to yourself.
Though that smirk quickly falls when you catch someone with a broken bottle creeping up behind her.
“Vi!” You shriek, shoving passed the person you’re currently fighting and sprinting across the room. Your heart’s pounding, your legs are burning, there’s this cold flare of fear climbing up your throat as all the worst case scenario’s flash through your head at once. You don’t think before you tackle her to the ground, crying out as you feel a jagged pain pierce your side.
“Y/n, what the hell? I had him, you didn’t have to-!” Vi cuts herself off, hand flying up to cover her mouth, “Oh- Oh my god.”
You look down, watching a big, red spot bloom on your shirt. The guys you were fighting all look at each other before all making the decision to book it, not wanting to face the consequences of their friend’s actions.
Vi plants her hands over your wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding, “Fuck, okay. You’re gonna be okay, Cupcake. I promise, just… just give me a second. Keep putting pressure on this.”
She moves your hands to put pressure on the injury before rushing off to find something, anything to help you. You lay there, trying your best to keep putting pressure on it while steadily growing weaker. Your eyelids feel heavy and the world has started to spin and Jesus, did someone turn up the air conditioning because you are freezing.
Oh.
Oh.
You realize that you might be bleeding out a little faster than you thought.
When Vi finally comes back, she’s holding a first aid kit and dropping onto her knees while frantically pulling out some gauze.
“Vi.” You roll your head to look at her, blinking slowly and trying to get your eyes to focus.
She lifts up your shirt and curses when she sees the damage, “It’s okay. I- I can fix this.”
“Vi.” You say her name again, but she keeps going.
“I promise, you’ll be okay. I’ll patch you up and then-.”
“Vi.” She looks at you, tears welling up in fear filled eyes, “It’s okay.”
And then they fall, streaming down her cheeks as a trembling hand comes to brush away a strand of your hair
“I’m- I’m sorry,” She sobs, “This is all my fault!”
“No, it’s not.” Your voice is hoarse and quiet as you place your hand on the back of hers.
“I can’t- I can’t do this without you.” She swallows hard, “I don’t know how to live without you.”
“You’ll manage. You always do, love.” You manage a small smile, feeling your body slowly succumb to the numbness that’s been creeping up on you. Your eyes close on their own accord, the darkness engulfing you and cradling you in a soft, almost comforting way. Death really isn’t as scary as you’d thought it would be. You don’t feel pain anymore. You don’t feel anything anymore. It’s still and quiet here.
Who knew a bar fight could end so, so badly.
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windona · 4 months
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE late prompting night you know what Not Cold Enough for Fucking Winter time it is now: Vi enduring through the cold seasons while in Stillwater, thinking about her lost sister and family.
A/N: Response delayed due to Christmas Festivities
When Vi had woken up in that shitty cell, without a clue how she got there and where Powder was, she had been given a number and zero answers.
Memories of blue sparks and her brothers' broken bodies bleeding haunted her dreams, and images of Powder in Silco's hand caused her to wake up screaming.
Soon, Vi began to learn. She knew which fellow prisoners were Silco's, and she beat them for information about her sister.
"Where's Powder?" she yelled as she slammed a fist into one's gut before she was dragged away to solitary by the guards.
"Fucking addict," one said as he spat at the side.
The second thing she learned was how damn cold Stillwater was. Topside bad been slightly cooler, with a breeze going over it and without the heat that all the crammed bodies and factory steam the Undercity had. But Stillwater was another level, in the middle of the river and with the winds blowing constantly.
"The windows are only nice in summer, otherwise they're a death sentence," another inmate said. A more pleasant one whom Vi could talk with, on occasion, and who felt the need to explain a few things.
Vi put her spoon into the gruel, and ate another bite. It was not nearly as good as anything Vandar made, and sometimes prisoners ended up spending the rest of the day on the toilet when the food was particularly bad.
At midwinter, Vi remembered her parents scrounging up their money to use what little time off they had to show her and Powder around the decorations. The mines were incredibly busy this time of year, though factories and mines sometimes gave off on Midwinter itself. There were candies and treats, even sometimes a candied citrus peel if they were really lucky.
Vandar tended to dress up the Last Drop for it. Bluebirds were strung up, as were little suns to signify the growing light. There would be hot wine and mead, along with warm cider and spiced teas for her and her siblings. The weather in the Lanes never got more than a bit chilly, but sometimes they would climb to the top of the Promenade and feel the snow, as ash grey as it could be.
In Stillwater, the prisoners remarked to each other, "Happy Midwinter." It would be colder for a couple months still, and maybe more sunlight would filter through the windows. It was all the same.
Vi would sacrifice a goat if that's what it took to get back and find Powder. She continued to do push ups just to keep warm.
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roguegona · 9 months
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Creative Prompt Challenge
Sentence: "I checked to make sure he was still alive."
"I checked to make sure he was still alive," Nina explained, as if her fellow inmates actually gave a damn whether or not the unnamed man lived or died. “Couldn’t have them tacking on a murder charge on top of everything else.”
Vi half-snorted as she took another bite of the meager rations they liked to call “lunch” around here. Nina—not her real name, mind you, no one went by their real names in here except for Vi because she couldn’t care less about the stupid unwritten rules of prison—continued rehashing the events of the fateful evening that led to her incarceration here, but Vi tuned her out.
Nina was what the guards considered a return customer, and the tales of her arrests were always overblown. A fact that Vi had learned very early on—in fact, this was the third time in seven years she’d been graced with Nina’s presence on her cellblock, and each time the stories got grander and grander.
Just a few more hours, she told herself. Just a few more hours and you’ll never have to see her or anyone else in here, ever again.
Seven long years she’d been locked up in here. Seven years of her life, gone, for a crime she didn’t commit. Of course, no one believed her, no matter how many times she’d tried to make them listen. Her pleas of innocence had fallen on deaf ears, as had all her appeals. She was a Zaunite, a low-life, someone without a future—of course, no one was going to listen to her.
Hell, ninety percent of the inmates in here were from Zaun, the rough part of town where dreams go to die. Underprivileged, underserved, looked down upon, and completely ignored by the more affluent residents of Piltover. Vi despised every single one of them. The lines had been drawn long before she was born—she was just keeping up the tradition. The Pilties hated her and she hated them and nothing would ever change that. 
A chime sounded, pulling her out of her thoughts and signaling the end of lunch. She sighed and stood, grabbing her tray and shuffling along with the rest of the inmates as they filed back into their cells.  Just a few more hours. What came after that, she had no idea.
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tradingjack · 2 years
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Arcane dump bc oopsie, it's been a month
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newwwwusername · 7 months
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Fic title : "They Don't Care About You"
@whumptober 2023 prompt : "I'll call out your name, but you won't call back" (Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you")
Rating : Teen & Up Audiences
Fandom : Arcane : League of Legends (Netflix)
Pairings : Vi & Jinx, Caitlyn & Jinx, Caitlyn/Vi
Additional tags : Not Canon Compliant, Fever, Delirium, Psychosis, Hallucinations, Paranoia, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Reassurance, Hurt/Comfort, Autistic Jinx (League of Legends), Good Sibling Vi (League of Legends), Good Significant Other Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx Has PTSD (League of Legends), Jinx Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends)
Word count : 525
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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New fic idea:
Vi and Caitlyn are at some kind of Piltover party for reasons, idk. They're together but no one knows yet so a bunch of women keep flirting with Vi, who is oblivious to it because she only has eyes for Caitlyn, meanwhile Caitlyn is really jealous about it.
I'm definitely gonna be writing this! Someday, I promise. But until then if you want feel free to use this prompt.
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space-blue · 2 years
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Jinx & the Hound dark AU...
I was talking to a commenter on F&D, and was struck by an AU idea I then discussed over on discord and... I just wanna share, because I'm not going to write it :
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Episode 3's ending changes a little:
Silco flees, Vi is still taken by Marcus unbeknownst to Powder, Claggor and Mylo are dead... But the shimmer saves Vander's life, and he regains his (mostly) normal form.
He takes Powder home.
Now, they're both dealing with this very poorly. Overwhelmed dad Vander grieving his friend, his three kids, trying to handle Jinx's fraying sanity... It's rough.
He starts projecting Vi on her, because he's only got Jinx left now, and the way he handled Vi is really the best way he knows. Besides, it makes sense to teach Powder how to fight, right? Because she HAS to survive, she's all that Vander has left. She has to know how to protect herself.
Meanwhile Jinx is projecting and trying to both be her sister and outdo her. She has big shoes to fill.
Now this Vander would be darker. He's learnt his lesson too, at the hands of Silco. The Hound is what they truly need, so the Hound is what they'll get. After a while, he starts hunting Silco down, sending people after him.
Can't have a threat like that running around, and Silco proved he's willing to go after his kids.
Years pass. 2, then 3, then 4. Finally, Ekko tracks down information via an ex-convict that Vi was in prison all this time. Vander grabs Marcus off the streets and "convinces" him it's in his best interest to release his daughter from Stillwater. Like, yesterday.
But you see... You see, all this time, Marcus was still owning his position to Silco. He's sheriff because Silco helped, and Silco didn't rat him out. All this time Marcus worked alongside Vander, but Silco secretly had him by the balls.
Now Marcus has to fess up : Vi was released from Stillwater 2 years ago. Into Silco's care.
And this is where we get even darker (but it's ok, no one can accuse me of being a Silco hater lmao). Because Silco didn't have Vi freed to gain goodwill from Vander or anything like that. No.
For the first couple of years, Marcus tells Vi how Vander is growing increasingly violent in Zaun. The new arrivals in Stillwater definitely corroborate this. He also tells her that he refuses to trade for Vi. That he's replaced her with her sister.
After a couple of years of this, Silco freeing her would cast him into a saviour's light, but it's hardly enough for Vi to trust him, after he killed Benzo and created the incident that sparked her brothers' death. [Mind you, Vi has had a couple terrible years to cook in her cell, and she's deep into blaming herself. If she hadn't brought them, if she hadn't done the job, if she hadn't—]
But hey, it's fine, Silco only has to take Vi down to Zaun, to witness for herself how the Hound is back, and how Jinx has turned into this violent, bomb loving bruiser, with a single braid and half her head shaved, her name at the top of the score board in the old game room...
WORSE, Vi could try to reach out to "Powder". Vi wouldn't know about her ghosts, and Jinx, fearing nothing more than Vi's "return", that would take Vander's attention away from her again, reacts very poorly. And I mean, she fully believes this Vi is a ghost/vision, not her real sister. But the idea alone freaks her out completely.
She screams at Vi to fuck off, that she can't take Vander from her again.
Vi returns to Silco, devastated, and the two of them ship off to Noxus to regroup/use his contacts/be mercs or whatever.
Time goes on and neither Jinx nor Vander realise this interaction happened "for real". By the time Vander learns the truth from Marcus, it's far too late.
While in Noxus, Vi and Silco were tracked down by the assassins Vander set on Silco's tail, further solidifying the antagonism against "the Hound".
Of course Vander didn't know Vi was with Silco when he ordered him killed. And Silco might have gotten Vi because she was the perfect tool and would hurt Vander more than anything when turned on him, but he grows to love her as a daughter too.
How fucked up of a family reunion would that be, when Vi and Silco deem their new plan ready enough to return to Piltover?
You know what, I have no idea. Please feel free to reblog or comment with suggestions and finish up the thing. Heck, feel free to write the AU.
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pixievi · 2 years
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I will take both nsfw and fluff requests / prompts for all characters listed here. It’s important to note that I only write reader inserts and I reserve the right to choose which requests I take on.
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More will be added as I go! I’ll write most things EXCEPT for the those I’ve listed below in what I won’t write. Those will always be a hard no.
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