Nov 25, 2024
why did they finally give her a family just to take it all away in the span of a week. shes alone for real now
its ok tho because ill make a fanfic for it
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why did they finally give her a family just to take it all away in the span of a week. shes alone for real now
its ok tho because ill make a fanfic for it
some act 3 doodles because I'm still here 🤧
prints stickers and more here on my shop <3
She's just taking a nap.♡
"Our Final Song"
[a/n] : listen to ma meilleure ennemie while reading this to cry more ;')
The soft hum of "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" filled the small room, looping endlessly, weaving itself into the fabric of the night. It was their song, the one that had accidentally played the night they first danced, awkward and laughing, under flickering string lights. Now, it played again not as a backdrop to laughter, but as a companion to a goodbye they both knew was coming.
Ekko sat cross legged on the floor, his Z-Drive dismantled beside him. He didn’t need it tonight. Tonight was for her. She leaned against the far wall, her silhouette bathed in the dim light of the desk lamp. She looked fragile, as though the slightest gust of wind could carry her away. But her smile, soft and knowing, was as solid as it had always been.
“It’s a weird song to love, don’t you think?” she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was quiet but steady, as if she hadn’t just been crying moments ago.
Ekko glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s weird because you love it, and you’re weird.”
She laughed soft, barely there, but still enough to make his heart twist. “Says the guy who rewinds time for fun.”
He leaned back on his hands, tilting his head as he watched her. “You’re not gonna let me win this one, are you?”
“Never,” she teased. Then, more gently, “That’s what made us work, though. You challenge everything, and I challenge you.”
He turned his gaze to the Z-Drive. It lay lifeless now, the device that had once given him endless chances. But tonight, there was no rewinding. No second try. This was their moment, fleeting and final, and he wouldn’t waste it.
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The song played on, its melancholic melody carrying them through their memories.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.
Ekko smirked. “You mean when you tried to spray-paint over my work?”
She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her amusement. “It was awful. A galaxy? Really?”
“It was art, thank you very much,” he shot back, feigning offense. “And if I remember correctly, someone decided to fix it by painting stars that looked like fried eggs.”
“They were stars,” she argued, laughing now. “But sure, let’s go with fried eggs.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I let you win that argument, too.”
She softened, her gaze meeting his. “No, Ekko. You didn’t let me win. You let me stay. That’s different.”
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The song looped again, filling the spaces between words, carrying them to the quieter, heavier memories.
“Do you regret it?” she asked after a long silence. Her voice was small, almost afraid.
He looked at her sharply. “Regret what?”
“Us. This. Loving me.”
His heart twisted. He stood, crossing the room to sit beside her. “Never,” he said firmly. “Not for a second.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder, and for a moment, they sat like that, the song wrapping around them like a fragile cocoon.
“I regret the fights,” she murmured. “The times I pushed you too hard. The times I didn’t say what I really felt.”
“You pushed me because you believed in me,” he said softly. “And that’s what I’ll remember. Not the fights. Not the regrets. Just... you.”
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The night wore on, their voices growing softer, their silences longer. The weight of the inevitable hung heavy between them, but neither dared to say it aloud. Not yet.
As the final notes of the song played for the hundredth time, she reached for his hand. Her fingers, once so steady, trembled against his. “Ekko,” she whispered, “promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t stop living when I’m gone.”
His throat tightened, and he couldn’t speak. She turned to look at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears but full of determination. “You have so much left to do. So much left to give. Don’t let this, don’t let me be the end of you.”
He swallowed hard, nodding. “I promise,” he choked out.
She smiled, leaning her head against his chest as the song began to play again. “Good,” she whispered.
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When the last notes of the song finally faded, so did she. Her warmth, her weight, her presence all of it slipped away like a fading dream.
Ekko sat there, the silence pressing in around him, his arms empty but his heart full of the love they had shared. The room felt colder, but he didn’t move. He let the quiet settle, let the memory of her linger a little longer.
His gaze drifted to the Z-Drive lying beside him, its cracked surface catching the faint glow of dawn breaking through the window. Gently, almost reverently, he picked it up, his fingers brushing over the fractured casing.
“One rewind,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Just one.”
He pressed the button, the device sputtering weakly before flickering out completely. It was useless, broken when he needed it most. Time, it seemed, had made its choice.
Ekko clenched the Z-Drive tightly, his knuckles whitening as tears streaked silently down his face. “Why?” he rasped into the empty room. “Why give me this power if I can’t save her?”
The question hung in the air, unanswered.
And yet, deep down, he knew. She wouldn’t have wanted him to rewrite this to steal away the love and the pain that made their final night together real. As much as it hurt, it was theirs. Untouchable. Unchangeable.
The song looped faintly in his mind, the melody carved into his soul. He sat there, the dawn spilling light across the room, his heart breaking but alive with the echoes of her.
“Thank you for loving me,” he whispered again, the Z-Drive slipping from his grasp and clattering softly to the floor.
It wasn’t the ending he wanted, but it was theirs. And in all its beauty and pain, that would have to be enough.
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“I would bring you rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry!”
“Oh would ya’?~”
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I told you they’ve been on my mind.
Oh yeah, I also watched one of my favourite movies httyd2 and y’know… got a little into it as usual..
I’ve had this idea in my mind for a while, definitely before I watched httyd2 but AFTER watching season 2 of Arcane I decided “Man, this would make a GREAT drawing” .
And here we are!
Anyways this is a sort of “Au” I’ve made, Viktor as Valka, leaving and everyone thinking he’s “dead”.
While I put Jayce as Stoic, because, in retrospect they’re both people of power. Leaders that have a pretty tough life, along with losing their loved one(s). Also, Jayce finally got a beard and you know what Stoic looks like.
Since Valka and Stoic obviously had Hiccup, in my mind I think Jayce and Viktor both adopted a kid to be theirs. (Also to be the next chieftain, since they’re both men of course.) His name is Jekkel, and he’s similar to each of them in terms of appearance. His personality leaning a little towards Viktor’s rather than Jayce’s.
They’d also adopt a little girl named Viyati. (They were especially happy with the name since they picked it themselves) Viyati is the youngest dragon rider of her tribe so far. Her personality is definitely more like Jayce’s as she’s always putting herself and her brother out there. With, of course, boundaries kept in place as Jekkel isn’t usually one to actually want to be out there.
So Viyati always respects him and his needs.
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Viktor’s dragon would be a LightFury,
Jayce’s would be a TimberJack,
Jekkel’s would be a DeathSong,
And (ironically) I think I’d give Viyati a Screaming Death. (ie, smallest little dragon rider gets a big ass scary looking dragon, and it loves her)
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In this Au neither Jayce nor Viktor would die, but, would come super duper close to it many, many times.
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Viktor’s clothes consist of a big white hood rimmed with white tipped red fur, and lots of designs traced onto the hood itself in an off-white.
A black Viking tunic with purple embroidery along the edges and the neckline adorns him, with armour on his chest. Black and scaled.
His arms would be wrapped in white leather from the forearm down, tied in neat bows.
Giant white fur boots with black pants is what he wears on the daily. A spiky belt adorns his sleek waist.
Last thing, he has black scaled arm warmers! In which the white leather wraps around. In a cute bow of course.
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Jayce’s outfit would be a bit more complex, as well as the kids, so if you’d like me to go more in depth I’d be happy too! (Just not in this post, I’m not one to make long descriptions lol)
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Viktor is actually married to Jayce in this one! Their wedding was beautifully done (weeps…) and their rings were gorgeous. This means, the whole family is a Talis!
So that’s; Jayce Talis, Viktor Talis, Jekkel Talis, and Viyati Talis. Also Jayce’s mother, Ximena Talis. She’s a very important figure in the village, a wizard with talents for medicine.
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I have tons of more ideas and I’d love to tell you them all. If you’re interested, let me know!
Anyways this might’ve already been done… but I’m not sure. If it has do let me know! I’d love to chat with that person ;]
Okay,
I hope you enjoy this one!
Love you all
as always art is by me —————> @sillyboycam
I got my friend into arcane and they’re almost done with s2 ep6 and i feel like an evil wizard because the show just gets more and more sad from here. And I don’t even feel bad because like, I wanna send them all the goated ass edits I’ve seen on tiktok!
By God, Mylo and Claggor were attractive in THAT episode. Claggor had a whole ass glow up but since Mylo's my favorite from the start, seeing him grown up was so awesome. I'm sorry, I just love Mylo more, he's so silly. I got so happy he was alive in another universe, he was my one of my faves 🥹
Edit: IDC, I LOVE HIS STUPID MUSTACHE, OKAY?!
i love how accurate arcane is w caitvi, like yes bitch struggle w that belt buckle!!!
cinematic realism!!!!!