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if you have no interest or haven't watched arcane, I pity you.
The only woman I'd call mommy to her face.
i mean- c-please just- o-a-anything, i'll do anything.
ALT Text: A GIF of Vi from Arcane fighting Sevika. It is important to mention she is wearing a sleeveless top.
not Viktor becoming some kind of jesus of Zaun after a breakup with his boyfriend 🙏🏻
happy arcane s2 eve to all who celebrate!! wahoo
“Oil and water. We wernt ment to be”
She called her cupcake but not in the circumstances I wanted.
Vi calling Caitlyn cupcake and giving her complements has got to be one of my favorite parts of this show right now. If it doesn’t happen at least 3 more times I will implode.
#No need for chill when it comes to them
The Netflix subbranches have zero chill I s2g
Me within 5 minutes of having Vi and Caitlyn on my screen together. *fruity*
I want Vi to keep calling Caitlyn cupcake it will be a good addition to the show.
CAITVI + THE RED THREAD OF FATE
An invisible thread that connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.
Is hallucinating Caitlyn like hereditary or…
A.K.A. VI AND VANDER
Vi Sketch ☕️
I love seeing her happy :’)
Vi x Calvin Klein
I saw some people on Twitter and TikTok requesting artists to draw Vi doing a Calvin Klein ad, so I've got you covered! 😉
vi renders.
F2u with creds.
i think a moment of silence is needed for HOW FUCKING GOOD my WIFE looks in this frame. 🫣🤭🤯
BOOMSHAKALAKA
That hand is caits
@rimri4m
Screaming fucking crying.
😭😭😭😭
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you cannot tell me this isn't just Vi's life as. Whole 😭😭😭bby girl went through so much this reminds me of herrrr what I feel like she deserves to say out loud
Just a reminder nobody wiped away her tears
A.K.A. VI AND VANDER
no cinderella.
summary. singing songs for powder to fall asleep to has become a regular thing for you, and violet seems to appreciate that. cw. young!violet x youngfem!reader, wlw, sugar sweet fluff. wc. 840 cr. young vi gif from arcanegifs on tumblr. notes. this is so cute, i had fun writing this. (⭒ ์ ⲳ ์ ) a bit ashamed that it's awfully short, but i feel it's better this way? ┐(‘～`;)┌ disc. killing me softly
The otherwise dim room that provided an illusion of safety was lit by a single lantern that was left on a wooden table, with dust particles surrounding the warm, orange light emitting from within, behind the lines of metal. The right side of the room has two patchy couches of poor condition accompanied by a barrel with a record player placed on top and that wooden table, the left side of the room was Powder's little corner, a twin sized bed with wooden frames, the same patchy design of the couches were relayed for her blanket.
The couches were deserted except for a single seat sofa, where Violet's slouched body sat, left hand's fingers threaded through the strands of her pink hair, right leg bouncing persistently being left overlooked by her, heel of her shoe tapping against the wooden floor. Her demeanor told a glaringly similar story when compared to what's transpiring behind her skull, steel blue eyes staring off at the orange light in front of her.
You were settled down onto Powder's bed, sitting upright at the edge of it with Powder laid curled up behind you, her small, cold hand a sharp contrast to your palm's warmth and the circular motion of your thumb upon the top of her hand that she found comfort in, she'd open and close her mouth if she were to explain as to why that is– but in the depths of her essence, she knows it's because it brings familiarity to her of someone she held dear.
Her cheek was smushed onto the blanket, knees held close to her chest. She returned your gaze with a growing smile, eyelids weighed heavy, and she blinked languidly. “Y/n, can you sing that song again?” Voice kindred to a breeze, words expressed openly with a concoction of expectation and knowings. “Which one, Powder? I've sung many.” She lightly groaned in response. “Um..” Her eyes sealed shut, and a quiet moment passed you by.
Soft humming arose from below you, Powder trying to impart the song to you through recollecting the past. “Ah, alright.” You nod your head, clearing your throat, right ankle moving to cross over the other, legs stretched. She stops, waiting patiently with her eyes closed.
“Strumming my pain with his fingers.” You sing in a whisper, tune unbroken, and with confidence you used to not have regarding your vocals, somewhat deep and smooth like satin. “Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly, with his song. Telling my whole life, with his words, killing me softly, with his song..” Your feet tapped, curating the beat from how you remembered it, and it was without a doubt accurate.
“I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud.” Voice rising slightly at the right time, lashes fluttering shut when you feel that strong wave of passion in you, behind your eyelids, a place for vivid imagination, a single white light from above shining down on you and the stage you stood upon– “He sang as if he knew me, in all my dark despair, and then he looked right through me.” Eyebrows pinching together, channeling those emotions as if it were truly yours. “As if I wasn't there.” – a crowd that harmonized with you, saying the words you imagined that you crafted and put your sweat and tears into with equal fervor, echoing in your skull. A dream out of reach, fingertips aching, itching to touch that blinding white brilliance in an abyss of black.
That tapping your ears were used to hearing had stopped, you're surprised you even noticed in the first place.
And when you opened your eyes, Violet was gazing back at you, the right corner of her lip was curled upwards, head held up by her closed hand, elbow digging into the armrest of the sofa. Your words went airy for a moment before regaining its stable balance when your ears caught onto her humming. Present, unforgivably supportive, the one who shone the brightest in your front row seats.
Smiling back at her only makes her face reflect yours. It grows on her. This night was a small breath of fresh air that you'll never let leave your memory bank, rustic lid sealed tight.
You both finish the song together, Violet mostly humming but tapping in to sing a few words with you every now and then until it has finally come to an end. Violet's eyes drift from yours to check on Powder, you did as well. The little girl was soundly asleep, her hold on your hand had waned long ago, and faint snoring filled the renewed silence.
“Your voice is beautiful.” Violet commented, unhidden sincerity in the way she said it. The same hand she had her head lean onto shifted to scratch the nape of her neck, her other hand lying stagnant on her thigh, upper body leaning back in her seat.
“Thank you, Vi.”
whoah pause
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