“ it's your legacy now, caitlyn. “ ( an independent portrayal of tobias kiramman from arcane)

[ I’m going to sleep now, so this will be up until I wake up Since I can’t make an actual poll, like which account you’d want to see me make first (because yes, I’ll inevitably make both of them somehow ]

[ I keep thinking about how I need to use this account again. And whether or not I should bring my Tobias back/make a Cassandra acc 🤔 ]

[ been a few things going on lately, and just not felt the compulsion to do anything really. Look at my last repost tho. I love those two so fuckin much man. Might also bring back my tobias, maybe. ]

Mama's number 1. No matter what #arcane #CaitlynKiramman

[ my brain has been mush these past couple of days. let’s see if I can un-mush it soon 😅🫡 ]

the kiramman takes a rather forceful swing of her glass of whiskey before letting out an indignant scoff. “ goosey?! seriously? “ her eye would roll at that, brows raising and her tooth gap peeking out from under her slight scowl as she muttered “ you sisters and your questionable nicknames. “

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕩𝕖𝕕!@jinxitall.bsky.social · 2y ago

"Woah, no way..." Tilting her head to the side, this was... unexpected. "You love her that much, goosey? Putting up with my stupid jokes."

she’s not finding this remotely funny, though she’s putting up with it for a certain brawler. “ aye aye, matey. “ you couldn’t get any more monotonous than she is right now.

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕩𝕖𝕕!@jinxitall.bsky.social · 2y ago

"So you started to drunk rum since you became pirate, ey!" She said jokingly.

there’s an exasperated huff before she drawls on “ all out, i’m afraid. “

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕩𝕖𝕕!@jinxitall.bsky.social · 2y ago

"What about rum, matey!"

[ I forgot I still need to write muse info and headcanons and stuff. Later. I cba to do it rn. Too hungry😞 ]

ok. headache forgotten. her head would whip around to the brawler as her brows furrowed in indignation, sputtering out her rather weak defence. “ i am /not/! “ a exasperated huff followed quickly after, blowing a strand of hair that hung in front of her face. “ /you/ are the one who has no —

𝕻𝗂͟𝗅͟𝗍͟𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 ᅠ𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑ᅠ﹐ ‍‍@vaultbreaker.bsky.social · 2y ago

Vi's demeanour shifted slightly at the mention of Caitlyn's mother . Not discomfort but one of recognition and , guilt . Cassandra , she caught her name during the memorial —-- for some reason it suited her so well .

she’s… having a glass of whiskey

[ as someone who unfortunately had only around 4 hrs of sleep last night, it’s nap time 😌 I’ll return later ]

as the heiress brought her tea to her lips, she couldn’t help the soft snicker that escaped. yes, the brawler is correct… but she’s earning an eye roll for the comment, anyway. “ it’s nothing really, just boring administrative work. both for the city and the kiramman house. “ she’d sigh before —

𝕻𝗂͟𝗅͟𝗍͟𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 ᅠ𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑ᅠ﹐ ‍‍@vaultbreaker.bsky.social · 2y ago

A chuckle rumbled through Vi's chest as she shrugged - ` Not even your tea can help you with that . She teased , her tone light with a hint of that familiar humor . With a relaxed lean , she glanced towards the door - her mind now elsewhere .

“ well, I’m glad someone enjoyed it. “ a huff of laughter would escape her lips as she let her hand fall, resting it back on the arm of the chair before turning to flash a tired yet mirthful glance over to the brawler. “ i’d love to believe you on that, but i’m afraid injustice never sleeps “

𝕻𝗂͟𝗅͟𝗍͟𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 ᅠ𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑ᅠ﹐ ‍‍@vaultbreaker.bsky.social · 2y ago

` You really don't need to stay up this late anymore . She gestured around her , sitting down on the nearest chair available . ` Y'left your bagel earlier too . Didn't want to waste food so I decided to have a snack of my own .

the ‘sharpshooter’ is massaging her temple, gaze fixed on the steaming cup of tea placed in front of her. her head hurts, again.

“ It doesn't matter where they hide, I'll find them. I always find them. “ ( an independent portrayal of hazal eyletmez from valorant )

—— open starters

spring. a time for growth. new beginnings… and other pretentious things. even with the heat of the sun, there was still a lingering chill to the air. sometimes it’d rain. the kind of rain that you didn’t mind getting caught in, not bitingly cold and uncomfortable like —

[ the last time i actually finished a digital piece was in 22, lol… I NEED to draw post act 3 cait tho. So hopefully I’ll force myself soon. Maybe the pure angst will spur me on ]

a bagel and tea sit forgotten on the side of her desk. forgive her, she’s got sidetracked with prodding around in the kiramman archives again.

[ ok. now sleepy time. it’s 4:30 ]

[ the ‘fantastic’ scene is still in my head. brain rot for real ]

[ me saying I love caitlyn vs me writing for caitlyn ]

the dust had settled. a stillness took over the two cities, paralysed by grief. all they had sacrificed, all they had lost. though it was peaceful, if not a little eerie… it would dissolve, eventually. predictably. the people of zaun have much to hold piltover accountable for. a —

[ I lied actually. I might write something in a bit that’s post act 3. You’ve been warned ]

[ Watched act 3. My head hurts from crying and I still feel sick. Great show… but wtf. I’ll see about being more active here tomorrow. I need time to fucking decompress. ]

[ can’t watch act 3 until later tonight and honestly the whole day has felt like this ]

a cat is laying on the floor with the words " the voices the voices " below it

ALT: a cat is laying on the floor with the words " the voices the voices " below it

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[ maybe will become more active when act 3 is out, simply because I’ll have more of an idea of how to develop the story (in my own rambling way) when it finishes. It’s kinda hard to think of plot points for s2 cait when the season is still going 😅 ]