ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵐʸ ᶜᵒᶜᵏᵗᵃⁱˡ ᵐᵒˡᵒᵗᵒᵛ!

[hexfist]

YOU'VE GOT A GOOD HEART. DON'T EVER LOSE IT.

HEXFIST ──── an independent and selective VI from fortiche's and riot games' ARCANE. combining limited LEAGUE OF LEGENDS canon with show canon and headcanon influences. penned by lexi ( she/her, latina, 30, usa. )

GUIDELINES. PROMPTS. HEADCANONS. NAVIGATING THE LANES WITH: afterdecay + blogroll / museanthology / noescapingthepast / traqidies BLOGROLL: stolenfates / decoratedofficer / win0rdie

chibi icon drawn by the amazing stcries / cola-comms

[transfreddietrumper]

“i hate my siblings” rip to you but i would kill and die for my brother

[hexfist]

A WILD VI HAS APPEARED! DO YOU ...

Cuddle

Act cool

Do "it"

Confess

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

[hexfist]

big shoutout to @stcries / @cola-comms for the chibi vi icon i commissioned! she looks so GOOD.

[frostwoven]

She  already  hated  whatever  this  was  about  to  become.  Caitlyn  ,  bed  bound  physically  could  not  escape  this  conversation  if  she  wanted  to.  If  it  got  to  much  ,  she  was  stuck  in  bed  ,  and  that  already  started  to  weigh  on  her  chest  before  Vi  had  even  begun.

Caitlyn  can  only  watch  as  Vi  pauses  between  sentences  ,  sees  the  way  the  skin  on  her  lips  are  dry  and  bitten.  Telling  her  to  stop  was  no  use  ,  not  right  now  ,  picking  each  other  apart  for  small  things  didn't  matter  any  more.

❝  Vi  please  ❞  a  deep  inhale  that  sends  ripples  of  pain  through  her  body  ,  a  reminder  that  her  wounds  were  still  unhealed.  ❝  I  am  not  the  only  one  who  had  something  going  on  ❞.  Caitlyn  could  say  the  same  back  to  Vi  ,  she  wished  she  could  have  been  there  to  comfort  her  ,  to  help  figure  out  what  to  do  with  Vander  and  Jinx  before  everything  fell  apart  ,  and  even  in  the  aftermath  ,  Caitlyn  wasn't  there  ,  instead  she  was  fighting  for  her  own  life  ,  could  only  imagine  that  Vi  felt  like  she  was  losing  everyone  in  one  swoop. 

That  day  would  haunt  them  both  for  a  very  long  time.

❝  don't  ❞ a  sudden  change  in  her  tone  ,  as  Caitlyn  pulls  back  ,  turning  her  face  away  from  the  touch.  This  wasn't  like  her  ,  she  didn't  want  the  look.  The  same  look  her  father  gave  her  ,  that  Mel  gave  her.  She  was  tired  of  hearing  ‘I’m  sorry'.

❝  I  was  the  fool  Vi  ,  me  ❞ but  she  was  easy  to  manipulate  at  the  time  ,  Caitlyn  hadn't  exactly  been  quiet  about  grieving  for  her  mother.  How  disappointed  Cassandra  would  be  with  her  now  made  Caitlyn's  heart  sink.  ❝  I  don't  want  to  think  about  them  ❞.

Not  the  way  Ambessa  tried  to  fill  her  mothers  shoes  ,  or  the  way  Maddie  tried  to  fill  Vi's.  Caitlyn  had  been  foolish  and  naive  ,  and  now  ,  this  was  her  price.

[hexfist]

LIKE THE STRAY DOG SHE IS, VI RECOILS AT CAITLYN'S SHIFT IN TONE, akin to a mutt cowering after being scolded by a passerby. For the woman beside her to pull away, to shut down any attempt at such a difficult discussion … Vi isn’t certain where to direct the emotion bubbling inside of her. Remaining stagnant had never been her strong suit — she is no where near as restricted as Caitlyn is, but her inability to direct her rage at a punching bag, or, better yet, Maddie’s and Ambessa’s faces, drives her up the wall. She wishes that she could erase Caitlyn’s pain, wishes she could coax that lovely gap-toothed smile of hers out of her, wishes she could do something … anything to fix everything that was so fucking broken.

The craving of a stiff drink had never been stronger.

Caitlyn shies away from her touch, and Vi allows her hand to fall back against the mattress. Her heart immediately sinks, Caitlyn’s words like a dull knife, attempting to slice through skin. She’d stuck her foot in her mouth, attempting to bring up something as traumatic as what Caitlyn had experienced with two abhorrent individuals. She’s never been the best at serious discussion … but she never thought she’d fuck up this badly.

“ Yeah. Okay. ” A topic dropped, perhaps for good, perhaps not. Vi isn’t sure, but she knows that she won’t ever push Caitlyn to do or discuss something she was clearly uncomfortable with. “ Sorry. ”

With a sigh, Vi rolls onto her back, a hand running through her hair as she stares up at the ceiling. Her mind wanders in the silence, wondering just how they could move on from all that has happened. They have only each other to lean on, now; only each other to discuss their fears and trauma, their joys and triumphs.

She just wonders if they could ever reach that, when everything feels so unbearably far away.

“ You … need anything? Water, food? I … can get it for you. Whatever you need. ”

[hexfist]

really want to explore vi’s relationship with alcohol post-canon… maybe in a drabble? a thread? i’m open for anything.

[viwifey]

VI in ARCANE SEASON 2 (s1)

[mythshire]

✧˖°⚔️°˖✧ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ··· a collection of enemies to lovers, rivalry and surrender, violence as intimacy, fury & desire roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, tension, power dynamics, slow burn.

You think you're so much better than me, don't you?

Stop looking at me like that.

We're on the same side now, whether you like it or not.

I'd rather die than work with you.

You're the last person I wanted to see today.

Don't you dare act like you care about me now.

I know what you did. I know everything.

You've always been my enemy, but you've never been my equal.

Why does it feel like you're the only one who actually sees me?

I don't trust you. I'll never trust you.

You're insufferable, you know that?

We can't keep doing this—pretending we don't feel it.

I've spent half my life trying to destroy you.

God, I want to hate you so badly right now.

You make me want to scream.

I didn't save you because I like you. I saved you because I had to.

We're not friends. We'll never be friends.

You don't get to be vulnerable with me now, not after everything.

I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways.

Why do you always have to be right?

I hate how much space you take up in my head.

You're my rival, not my—whatever the hell this is.

Don't touch me. Don't you fucking dare.

I know you better than anyone, and that's the worst part.

You've ruined me for anyone else, and I hate you for it.

I'd burn the world down before I let you win.

You look at me like I'm the villain, but you're no hero either.

I can't do this. I can't want you and hate you at the same time.

You're the only person who's ever challenged me.

Stop pretending you don't feel this too.

I've never wanted to throttle someone and hold them this badly before.

We're going to regret this in the morning.

You think you know me? You don't know anything.

I didn't mean to fall for you. This is a mistake.

You make me feel like I'm losing a battle I didn't even know I was fighting.

I swore I'd never let you get close to me.

Why does fighting with you feel better than being happy with anyone else?

You're dangerous. To me. To everything I've built.

I hate that you're the only one who makes me feel alive.

This thing between us—it's toxic. We're toxic.

You've always been the thorn in my side. Now you're under my skin.

You betrayed me once. How do I know you won't do it again?

I've spent years building walls to keep you out.

We're playing with fire here, and we both know it.

You're my competition, my nemesis, my—fuck, I don't even know anymore.

I never wanted this. I never wanted you.

[gloomglimmer]

say some nice things in the tags about the person you reblogged this from.

[mythshire]

✧˖°⚔️°˖✧ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ··· a collection of enemies to lovers, rivalry and surrender, violence as intimacy, fury & desire roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, tension, power dynamics, slow burn.

You think you're so much better than me, don't you?

Stop looking at me like that.

We're on the same side now, whether you like it or not.

I'd rather die than work with you.

You're the last person I wanted to see today.

Don't you dare act like you care about me now.

I know what you did. I know everything.

You've always been my enemy, but you've never been my equal.

Why does it feel like you're the only one who actually sees me?

I don't trust you. I'll never trust you.

You're insufferable, you know that?

We can't keep doing this—pretending we don't feel it.

I've spent half my life trying to destroy you.

God, I want to hate you so badly right now.

You make me want to scream.

I didn't save you because I like you. I saved you because I had to.

We're not friends. We'll never be friends.

You don't get to be vulnerable with me now, not after everything.

I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways.

Why do you always have to be right?

I hate how much space you take up in my head.

You're my rival, not my—whatever the hell this is.

Don't touch me. Don't you fucking dare.

I know you better than anyone, and that's the worst part.

You've ruined me for anyone else, and I hate you for it.

I'd burn the world down before I let you win.

You look at me like I'm the villain, but you're no hero either.

I can't do this. I can't want you and hate you at the same time.

You're the only person who's ever challenged me.

Stop pretending you don't feel this too.

I've never wanted to throttle someone and hold them this badly before.

We're going to regret this in the morning.

You think you know me? You don't know anything.

I didn't mean to fall for you. This is a mistake.

You make me feel like I'm losing a battle I didn't even know I was fighting.

I swore I'd never let you get close to me.

Why does fighting with you feel better than being happy with anyone else?

You're dangerous. To me. To everything I've built.

I hate that you're the only one who makes me feel alive.

This thing between us—it's toxic. We're toxic.

You've always been the thorn in my side. Now you're under my skin.

You betrayed me once. How do I know you won't do it again?

I've spent years building walls to keep you out.

We're playing with fire here, and we both know it.

You're my competition, my nemesis, my—fuck, I don't even know anymore.

I never wanted this. I never wanted you.

[hexfist]

show me your arm. / ellie

°☠*:·゚  𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐍𝐃 ... @afterdecay

THIS DAMN KID WAS GETTING ON HER NERVES. Assigned to patrol with a kid no older than her little sister, and just because she’s been in Jackson longer than Vi … that meant she had authority over her? Fucking ridiculous — even more so with her demanding to see her arm.

Vi rolls up her sleeve and thrusts her forearm in Ellie’s direction, a snarl tugging at her scarred lip. “ You fucking kidding me? Unlike you, I didn’t grow up in a cushy QZ. ” She doesn’t allow Ellie the opportunity to survey her arm as much as she’d like. She jerks it back, fixing the sleeve of her shirt and folding her arms across her chest. “ I’ve been fighting for my life out here way longer than you have. I know how not to get bit. ”

[hexfist]

ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ. ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵒˢᵉ ⁱᵗ.

HEXFIST ──── an independent , selective , & mutually exclusive VI from fortiche's and riot games' ARCANE. portrayal follows show canon with headcanon influence. limited knowledge of league lore. triggering themes and mature content ahead. 21+ only. please read rules prior to following. psd by venuscommissions.

[hexfist]

alright, i'll make you a grilled cheese, asshole. ( why can I imagine this coming from ekko in the au timeline?)

GET CRAZY, GET WILD. ... @zaunitespride

OH, THIS COCKY LITTLE SHIT ... It's enough that he's dating her little sister, but to be passive aggressive in agreeing to make her lunch? And to call her an asshole, to boot? That motherfucker ... “ Asshole? I'll show you asshole ... ” she grumbles, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jacket, a pout on her face. “ Next time you sneak into my sister's room? Yeah, I'm tossin’ your ass out. ”

[hexfist]

"Hey, Vi... I have a question. Do you ever feel bad for being happy, too? After everything? After ... everyone?"

LIFE IS BITTERSWEET. SO MUCH LOST ... SO MUCH GAINED. The happiness that has overtaken her heart, the sense of peace that has settled in her gut ... it overwhelms her at times. After all, why was she deserving of it all? After all that she's done? After all that she's lost ...?

“ More than I care to admit, ” Vi whispers, as though afraid of judgement that may be cast. Powder blue eyes flicker briefly to her father, before her gaze returns to the hearth. To have gone from the basement of The Last Drop, to a small, dark cell in Stillwater, to a shitty apartment in Zaun, to ... this — the upper echelons of Piltover in the Kiramman manor ... it's still so inconceivable. “ Mylo, Claggor, Benzo ... shit, even that sheriff you were workin’ with ... they all should be here, y’know? Alive. Happy. Instead, here I am with a roof over my head and a warm bed to sleep in every night, as much food as I can eat whenever I want, clothes that are clean and not torn to shreds ... I've even got a girl who loves me — the fuckin’ head of House Kiramman, no less! ”

Vi falls back against the coffee table she's sat at with a thump! She forces air through her closed mouth, lips flapping audibly. “ ... you think Jinx feels the same, wherever the hell she is? She gave up so much to let me have this life ... I don't want her to feel guilty if she's happy out there. ”

[hexfist]

enforcer vi, my beloved.

[videog4mes]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSMUT PROMPTS FOR YOU SPICY FREAKS ❤ – please change pronouns and verbiage as needed. add “+ reverse” at the end of the prompt to reverse the roles.

encore: for sender to initiate consensual sex the moment they're alone with receiver after receiver intentionally spent the last hour teasing sender in public where they could not react.

eye contact: for sender to guide receiver's face back to looking at sender while they're actively engaged in sex or foreplay.

love bites: for sender to nip and gently bite at receiver's body as they kiss and explore.

hands on: for sender to slowly guide receiver's hands along their body where they wish to be touched, prompting where to squeeze, massage, and explore.

shower paint: after playfully getting house paint on one another when they should have been painting the walls, sender guides receiver to the shower where the fun continues.

last hurrah: for whatever reason, sender and receiver are parting ways. but not before one last time before they go.

t-shirt: sender can be found waiting at home for receiver with nothing but receiver's large t-shirt on while standing (or bending forward) in a compromising position.

solo act: sender intentionally pleasures themself while receiver is watching. receiver joins in on finishing the job.

insatiable: sender and receiver have repeatedly engaged in sex all day, despite both having reached the point of exhaustion.

i love you: sender and receiver haven't defined their relationship status, but while they're having sex, sender slips and tells receiver they love them.

exes to lovers: sender and receiver have been broken up for well over a year or two. after a coincidental run in, sender finds themself in receiver's bed.