#vi pls

[swan2swan]

GOOD LORD

[piltover-sharpshooter]

Grabs a boob. "I missed."

"How did you miss this hard?" She asks, still not looking up from her book.

[this-crooked-corrupt-world]

“Lunchtime....” Viola smiled as she placed French fries on a plate, sprinkling cheese on them and heating it up. Mmmm....Tasty potato slices in cheese....

Now that the doe was more awake, she was going to enjoy something nice and salty, maybe putting a little ketchup on the side.

[soulsofhellfire]

"Viator, can I ask a favor?" Valhalla stood in the doorway, a rolled up bit of parchment in one hand and a glint of gold from a familiar mask peeking out of the collar of her shirt where she haphazardly stuffed it. Her expression was unreadable as she all but stared Viator down, her gaze determined. [knowledgebeyondbooks, valhalla is serious oh no]

“Depends on what you’re asking for.” Viator replied, exhaling a rather large cloud of smoke. The woman having caught the demon on his usual cigarette breaks. Save for the fact that his attention was also preoccupied with whatever it was he was writing out. His main and lower set of eyes flicking back and forth between various sheets of papers he flipped through and his own hand writing out everything he needed. Only his top set of eyes shifted their attention to Valhalla’s direction.

“Also, that friend of yours isn’t all that well hidden on your body.” He pointed out. His voice sounding as if he were trying to restrain a hiss of irritation towards the mask.

[this-crooked-corrupt-world]

@stagtic

“...Please don’t get used to it... I’m not very good at bad puns....” She grumbled softly, blushing as she covered her smile with her scarf. How embarrassing.... “They are very... PUNishing for me.” Oh god, is she turning into her father?!

[piltover-sharpshooter]

Vi has attached google eyes to the back of Caitlyn's hat. Now she is trying to place a paper mustache beforr Cait notices.

The sheriff doesn’t look up from her paperwork.

“Vi, you know I technically could fire you, right?”

[this-crooked-corrupt-world]

Oh no.... He overheard.... Now she might have to deal with a pouty Radio Demon. “D-Dad, that doesn’t mean I don’t look up to or respect you....” She tried to explain, before he began hamming it up and being dramatic..... Oh boy. 

[fragmented-personage]

“Why do reeds look like Corn dogs? Do they taste like Corn dogs? What do Corn dogs even taste like?”