[noorthehood]

getting comments on ao3 makes me go so power hungry like. oh yeah you read the thing?? you read the WHOLE thing and even took time out of your day to give your WRITTEN INPUT on it???? make out with me.

[just-french-me-up]

this is a PSA for fic writers who haven't updated in a while :

there are fics out there I'm subscribed to that have gone double digit months without updating.

rest assured the moment those babies catapult an AO3 email my way i'm dropping from the face of the earth to sink my teeth into them

i'll wait, and so will your readers

[incorrect-piltover-quotes]

Caitlyn: Hey-

Jinx: Oh, you mother[beep], dried up, saggy [beep] wench of a woman, masquerading as a [beep], sadistic, narcissistic piece of [beep]-

[nancybongwater-deactivated20230]

[tootboi]

[anxietyproblem]

[someguyiguess-deactivated202511]

you've been hit by

[ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer]

youve been struck by

[dubsthemagnificent]

truck

[its-your-mind]

*HONK*

[captain-jackson]

you ever get a comment that makes you want to reread your fic ?? it’s like ‘dang u liked it that much?? lemme go look’

[yellowsyro]

some Arcane ffanarts i did 

[ohfuckoffplease]

[lettuccine]

vi made her wear the shirt

[lavender-lily]

[ravenkinnie]

[gemathan]

CaitVi from a while back :)

[liberatethelesbians]

[gayvampyr]

[gopyxp]

look at this thang

[x]

[oxenfreeao3]

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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🛢🌊💕🎄

[11th-muse]

Cait/Vi Western AU 🤠

With her skirts held up to her hips, Caitlyn rushed to the stable. She unpinned the hat from her hair and tore the multitude of skirt frills from her waist.

“Stupid, bloody, thing.” She stamped on the dress skirts as they fell to the floor.

Feeling much more comfortable in the trousers she had worn underneath her mothers dress, she smiled and greeted the large mare.

“Sorry about that Juniper.” She whispered, gently pressing her forehead to the horses nose as she caressed her chin.

“Ready?” She said, hauling the saddle onto the white thoroughbred.

With a quick clinking of metal, the saddle was secure. There was just one last thing she needed.

Climbing onto a haybale, she reached to one of the rafters, and with a satisfied smile, she pulled down one of her fathers rifles.