Mako’s morning coffee ~
Wanted to draw shirtless Mako with glasses for a long time… :) And, yeah, he has a lady at home ♥

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Mako’s morning coffee ~
Wanted to draw shirtless Mako with glasses for a long time… :) And, yeah, he has a lady at home ♥
I should start making micro fics for miksai and just aiura in general following in my ancestor’s (TheTroninator) footsteps…
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Abandoned WIP
hello I wrote this 5 years ago, but never finished it.. thought the idea was fun though maybe I´ll do something about it. although I don’t find child hcs as fun anymore id just say unlike what im writing here I now whole heartedly believe that mikosais powers would cancel each other out and they’d have the most normal child to ever exist.
rating: teen and up
relationship: saiki x aiura (this one is romantic)
word count: 1571
How do you tell your wife of three years she is expecting? Saiki thought to himself. It had gone a full week since his suspicions about his wife got confirmed, and he had no idea how to tell her. His wife didn’t seem to know anything, based on what her thoughts were around him he could almost confidently say that she didn’t suspect a thing. When he and his wife first started having sex, she went on birth control pills, but due to some complications with the pills she had to drop them. They had tried other contraceptives, but in the end none of them had worked out for them. And after they got married both of them came to a conclusion that with his wife’s irregular periods and Saiki’s low drive. The chances of them becoming pregnant was close to zero as long as they were careful.
They were at his mother in law’s house when he found out. Aiura’s mother was celebrating her 70th birthday and had invited family members from all over the world. It took quite some time getting Him to agree to go to the party, but his mother in law was a master in convincing and eventually he gave in. Since Aiura’s mother lived three hours away by car, they had decided it was best for them to stay at hers for two nights to make the most of it.
Aiura’s family was big. The house was filled up with her cousins, aunts and uncles. It was like a big family reunion. He was about to enter the house with the bags when Aiura’s mom approached him and gave him a big hug and smooch near the lips on both of his cheeks. He felt his cheek flare up when the hug ended. “Ma, you know he’s not used to that.” Aiura told her jokingly as she went into her mother’s arms and kissed her on both of her cheeks. “Can’t I hug my own son now?” Saiki felt a tug on his lips. He didn’t really mind when his mother in law hugged him, she had a welcoming energy and no bad intentions. It was simply just in her nature. “Where should I put the suitcase?”
Her home was filled up with souvenirs and “things”. One of the walls in the living room was dedicated to different pictures her mother had taken of different places and different achievements her friends and family had achieved. Right above the TV there was a picture of Aiura’s mom and late dad on their wedding day, and right besides that photo was a picture of him and Aiura from their wedding day. There was an empty frame on the other side.
Aiura’s mom had quite a different style than what he was used to. She loved stuff, she loved having a full house. Not messy, but rather just full.
Aiura looked a lot like her mother, both in appearance and personality. Both had dark skin with a green tint in their eyes. Where her mom had dark, almost black coily curls, she had looser blonde hair. It was easy to see where his wife got the straight-forwardness from. Her mom was an extremely blunt person. Which sometimes led to problems, but Saiki didn’t care that much because more than often it didn’t affect him.
“I cleaned the room for you last morning! See, I even put your old crystal ball on the night table my dear.” His mother in law said enthusiastically. “Thank you ma. We have to do an energy reading when auntie arrives, see what’s gonna happen in the long run.” Maybe see what’s gonna happen in the closest future, it’s been kinda foggy lately, Aiura thought to herself. Saiki looked a little alarmed as he looked at her. He wanted to say something but he decided it was best when her mother left the room. “Also my son. I bought some coffee jelly for you, it’s in the fridge down stairs. Saiki visibly cheered, he turned his mouth upward. Thank you ....
His mother in law saw his smile and returned it, she closed her door as she left.
The second she left Aiura turned around to him. “Aw man, that was a long car ride. I almost forgot how to walk.” She said as she stretched her back and arms, trying to shake any discomfort she had. As she was done stretching she got behind him and kissed his cheek. “Maybe we can teleport next time.” Never happening, Saiki said as quickly as she said it. He chuckled a little afterwards as he opened the bags and started taking their things out. “Naw, why not.” Aiura said as she tiredly plumbed on the bed. We wanna appear as normal as usual. Your mother is gonna question how we got here without a car. He told her as he put everything away. “You and your obsession with normal fascinates me.”
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear ..... Happy birthday to you.”
Saiki sat on the sofa and ate his coffee jelly as the three ladies in front of him started talking about predictions they had for his mother in law's future. They talked for a while until Aiura got the idea to bring her old crystal ball and use it. Her mother and aunt accepted the idea gladly and waited for her to go get the crystal ball. The second she came back, she put the crystal ball in the middle of them and the three of them held hands. Saiki was worried that Aiura would give too accurate predictions, but she soon reassured him by telling him (through her thoughts) that she wouldn’t do that and that this was just a family tradition.
Her aunt looked at the crystal ball with eager eyes as she said “C, I see new people in your future! I see a great gift being given to you, I see a future filled with not only romantic love, but maternal love. I see you as a mentor, helping others with their future.” The dark skinned woman boasted and boasted about how her future was filled with luck and love, and Aiura’s mom looked so excited. Aiura looked at her mom and smiled softly at her. “This is what you deserve Ma, after years of hard work and miss fortune. Your years of great fortune have come.”
“Oh my baby, you should give me a reading! Yours are always so specific.” C told her daughter as she gripped her daughter’s hand tighter. Aiura chuckled nervously as she said “Yeah, of course! Anything for you Ma.” My reading game has been off lately though... Saiki raised his left eyebrow in confusion. Maybe I should turn off my aura to make it easier for her. And he did.
Aiura blinked twice before she concentrated at the crystal ball in front of her. After a few seconds of nothing she took a deep breath in and out.
It had gone nearly 30 seconds of nothing when Aiura spoke out. “Ma, auntie could you stop looking at me and maybe close your eyes?” The women did as they were told and immediately looked down with ether eyes closed. This is weird, she isn’t usually like this. He heard Ciara think. Ah so she also thinks something strange is going on.
Work. Work. Work. Work. Why isn’t this working?! Work. Work. Work. Work. What am I doing wrong?
Aiura let a deep frustrated breath out. She quickly separated her hands from her mother and aunt, and stood up as quickly as she could. “Uhm I’m gonna try some other method. I can't see the crystal ball clearly, I think it’s because of all of the bling and stuff on the top. I’m gonna go look for some cards. Or a pen, whatever I find first.” With that she walked out of the room as quickly as she could, he followed right behind her.
How long has this been going on for? He asked her as they arrived in the kitchen. Aiura was desperately looking through the kitchen drawers. “Ah Kusuo can you help me look for the cards and a pen and maybe an eraser too while you’re at it.” Why don’t you just use your powers for that? Aiura stopped dead in her tracks. Fucking smartass. She thought to herself. “Kusuo, your aura is off right?” He nodded, he didn’t know why she asked that question because from what he knew about her powers her fortune reading and aura telling didn’t depend on each other. She took a deep breath in and a deep breath out before she started scratching her nails against the kitchen counter. All Saiki could do was stare at his wife, who had seemingly gone mad. After a minute she stopped. “I'm still so foggy. What’s going on?” Her lips quivered a little as she sighed defeated.
Saiki hated seeing his wife like this. He went closer to her and he put his hands around her waist. She put her head on his shoulder as she sighed. “I don’t want my powers to disappear. Everyday is so unpredictable without it. How are we gonna stop a volcano from erupting if I can't see when it’s gonna happen?” A humorous tone coloring her last statement.
And that’s when he first heard it. A small humming in the background.
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Mel Medarda: A Field Guide
I occasionally see people nervous to write from Mel’s POV & while I’m absolutely not an authority on her character I thought I might make a list of things I like to keep in mind when writing from her perspective.
None of this is mandatory, it’s more a reference for my own fic than anyone else’s lol
Mel is a diplomat first. When writing from her perspective, moment-to-moment descriptions tend to focus on body language and tone rather than environment. She notices the implications behind dialogue and the emotions in a room before any kind of physical threat. When she does focus on her surroundings it’s because she’s alone or doing something with a specific intent - think insight vs perception in dnd.
She fidgets! A lot! When surprised or thinking she goes for her clan ring and later in s2 she clasps her hands in her lap. The hands in lap thing always feels very intentional, like she’s doing it specifically to avoid doing anything else.
Mel is a noncombatant character. Prior to her mage arc obviously, but even then it’s obvious fighting doesn’t come naturally to her. She’s not very strong and she’s never worn an outfit that’s practical for … anything really.
Politicking is one of her talents but being mysterious really isn’t. She’s like,, comically bad at not drawing attention to herself (see: s2 act 3, face covered but both thighs are OUT. I respect it but queen why are you doing this).
This is more of a note for any character from Piltover, but unless she’s been told otherwise Mel is going to refer to Zaun as the undercity. This isn’t even a classism thing, the nation of Zaun is a hypothetical dreamed up by revolutionaries - it’s niche even to the people who live there.
Mel has spent her life very ‘above it all’ in terms of consequences. She often forgets how tangibly invested people can be in the things they do. Additionally, she’s deeply moved when reminded of that investment or by displays of vulnerability. Look at her face when Jayce lays on her lap for the first time -> she goes from surprise, almost panic to a kind of bemused affection. It’s very quick but it’s obvious it’s not something she’s used to.
EVERYTHING GOES OUT THE WINDOW WHEN IT COMES TO AMBESSA. Mel IMMEDIATELY becomes both hypervigilant and deeply emotive in a way she isn’t around any other character. It doesn’t read as her losing control but around her mother everything very suddenly has Stakes. Piltover is a chess match where Mel has one eye on the door at all times wondering when Ambessa is going to come in and flip the table.
She has frequent nightmares. There isn’t enough evidence to 100% confirm it but I like to headcanon her as an insomniac, the purple makeup under eyes is a very … specific colour to not be hiding eyebags.
Her magic hurts, it’s also very physical. She has to haul it around like a heavy object & shudders & grips it when conjuring shields. Prior to the Noxus cinematic she blacks out/almost collapses every time she uses it for more than a couple seconds.
She tilts her head when frustrated.
When describing her from an outside perspective and word I tend to lean on is “soft”. She does a lot of stuff softly. Intentional; methodical, slow, watching and evaluating are all words that get thrown around a lot as well; she’s very specific in the way that she moves.
When caught off guard Mel tends to go very still. She makes a very slight movement back/inward and then just stops. Her eyes kind of dart around and after a few seconds of reevaluating she intentionally relaxes and speaks again.
Mel IS manipulative but it’s not malicious. She never gaslights anyone she’s just the type to see the optimal path through a conversation and has to make an active effort not to take it. That scene where she ignores Viktor? Really obvious debate tactic, she’s not giving the opposing argument time to breath. It’s a shitty move but it’s not because she looks down on Viktor as a person.
She’s an artist with a really strong eye for colour. When she notices things that’s probably the first descriptor I go for; then shape and some kind of comparison to a past experience. Her memory is insane, especially if it has a strong emotion tied to it.
When speaking, Mel’s very direct with what she wants. Everything is either conveying information or asking a question; it all has a purpose. She notices so much context I often find myself with entire paragraphs between short lines of dialogue:
Anyway yeah!! She’s my favourite character in arcane and probably one of my favourite characters to write ever. There’s so much left to say but this post is already really long lol
I hope it was helpful
melvik shippers are so funny to me because like. guys i get it. you want two bad bitches to kiss. i understand that. i'd love it in a different show and i fr like lots of the meljayvik content ive seen
but come the fuck on. this isn't a twilight 'fuck bella' solving the love triangle situation because even if jayce wasn't in the picture they would STILL BE ENEMIES!!! MEL IS A BILLIONAIRE HEIR TO A WARLORD WHO HAS OPPRESSED ZAUNITES FOR YEARS AND VIKTOR IS A COMMUNIST (literally starts a commune) ZAUNITE THERE IS NO TIMELINE WHERE HE SAYS "yeah but she's pretty"
viktor is just as likely to fuck mel as he is to fuck hoskel or salo and i cant believe the conversation about hextech weapons didnt make that abundantly clear for everyone ever
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- Viktor respected Heimerdinger and was his assistant for years (the person who had been blind to Zaun’s suffering for CENTURIES) and there is no indication Viktor hated him.
- Ambessa banished Mel and didn’t contact her for over a decade- she took over her mother because she defeated her in battle, not because she was an heir. She was cast out of her warmongering family because she wasn’t like them.
- Viktor’s interaction with Mel in League “Though we became enemies, your support will never be forgotten”
- Funny how Mel has been on the council for the least amount of time, and has shown more compassion toward Zaunites than any other councilor yet the fandom paints her as Zaun’s #1 oppressor who all Zaunites should hate with a passion.
It is so weird to me when ppl say “X character would hate Mel so much” when there is so much in canon to indicate otherwise- it’s obvious they’re just projecting their own hatred towards her onto other characters.
some things for an atla crossover au :D
red string of fate type of drawing but it’s choking rin, nezha, venka and kitay
reading the drowning faith is so funny because nezha's like rin is so unburdened and carefree. if only i could be as joyful and thoughtless as her. meanwhile for 3 whole books rin's inner monologue has been like i haven't slept for ten days because i hear the screams of the dead in my sleep. i have failed everyone close to me. i am a terrible commander and friend and the only thing i do well is kill. pain and subjugation are inescapable but also intoxicating and the only things keeping me in one piece. i am a god. i wish i was dead
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