I Saw A Post With This Scene The Other Day. ⬆️

The concept of paranormal Meljayvik. Viktor who has an obsession with ghosts/the afterlife (and is unknowingly susceptible to spirits.) Jayce who is intrigued by the possibility of an afterlife but terrified of any attempts to contact spirits. Then Mel, the healthy skeptic who indulges Viktor’s interests because she likes him and his company. One night Viktor talks them all into using a ouija board, and it seems to be not working at first, until spirits start to talk through Viktor rather than the board. Mel and Jayce leap to shut it down and close the portal and the coast is clear. Until Viktor starts acting strangely. Withdrawing. Growing paler by the day. Lashing out and fainting at odd times. Mel and Jayce have to put aside fear and disbelief to help wrangle Viktor from the grasp of ghosts.

i have a craving to write some drabbles :,) i want to write fun little snippets and take a teeny tiny break from grinding out full stories!!!

so, if anyone has any head-cannons, au’s, songs that remind them of anything in the tags, or just little ideas they want to spread, let me know in my asks so i can momentarily satisfy my brain :D

before i jump back into the grind.

thank you 😌 much love 🫶

What about a stalker Clark au? Like, I've already read a lot of stalker Bruce and now I want something a bit different (? I think it would be interesting (maybe I'll write more about this later).

Galway Girl is a Merlin ship song. I don’t know which ship

Viktor and Mel Madarda met for the first time when the the brilliant prodigy first started out as Heimerdinger’s assistent.

He scared her. Because he reminded her of those that Ambessa warned her about. He was smart as a whip, his eyes burned into you like molten sugar, and there was an air of judgment that he gave off even when he addressed you with proper respect. He was reluctant to adhere to Piltover’s reign, and he was proud of his roots even if they kept him back.

They bickered and stole glances like a couple of children, and he reminded her that she didn’t have to be perfect or hide her true intentions in order to gain attention. He met her head on, calling her out when she tried to lie and forgiving her anyway. It stung, but he was the closest she had to a pleasant reality. He watched her like the moon did the setting sun, and she couldn’t stop herself from holding him closer over time.

Eventually, diplomacy and her mother won, and she gave up that part of her heart. She only unzipped the old outfit again when Jayce Talis blazed along to her feet. But, even then, she fell a little in love with him too.

She felt guilty for many reasons as she led Jayce to her bed. Sure, it was cruel to lead him into a wolf’s den and make him eat from the same carcass. It was even worse to pretend to ignore the way Viktor’s pride fell away the more Jayce grew poisoned by it.

And, when an unforeseen look of betrayal fell so openly on her from citrine eyes, it pained her unbelievably. It pained her, but by then she had been playing the game too long to stop.

She’d regret it.

CHAPTER FIVE - link here

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zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.

something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.

after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.

and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.

but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.

here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.

because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.

so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.

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there are so many of you!!! if i missed anyone, i’m sorry 😭

has anyone written a merlin au where arthur finds out balinor is merlin’s father, and that’s how he learns of merlin’s magic?

and i mean only arthur knows. merlin and balinor don’t have a clue.

like balinor starts to get through to arthur, telling him how he can still fix the mistakes that have been made. to do so he shares that he had to leave the love of his life in order to protect her and their son. he had to shield them from the dangers that the anti-magic propaganda had created for him. on the run from hunters who either felt entitled to use his power, or set him ablaze in cold blood.

he describes a town much like the one merlin brought him to once. the woman he speaks of falling in love with someone so similar to merlin’s mother that he sees it.

he notices how merlin and balinor laugh the same, ponder with furrowed brows the same, and how they prefer to eat with their hands instead of utensils.

he connects the dots with a flurry of nightmares. he realizes that merlin has magic in his blood and he’s terrified of what might happen if the truth gets out.

and when balinor dies, he yells in horror. not just because an innocent man was dead, but because it doomed merlin unfathomably. the one man he wouldn’t be able to hold back his own tears for.

and he couldn’t stand to break merlin’s heart with the news. so, when he eventually learns of merlin’s magic, he understands a little more what it takes to make someone lie for love.

cause if they have, let me know 🙏

edit: it seems i may write it myself lol

excellent point!

i think it was such an important statement that vi was so consistently one of the only people who decidedly held onto jinx’s humanity. even if jinx wouldn’t, vi refused to give up on her. and, i think some people forget that part a little too easily.

and this moment in specific, you’re so right, because that belief had been slipping. (and i find it insulting that people don’t remember HOW FAR jinx had to go for vi to try and stop her)

and you worded it so well, because i was also held up on how much the painting doesn’t actually look like jinx. a part of me thought it looked more like powder.

vi came out of stillwater with only powder still alive in her head. then, it was cait and piltover’s villainous version. and then, she had this moment to consider that maybe both versions of her sister were still there. was jinx a good person? no, she’s an answer to the impossible equation of war and trauma. was she a monster? never in violet’s eyes.

she has always been the smart girl striving to prove herself.

something so raw about siblings, is that you love them even if they’ve made awful mistakes. you still want to protect them, because they’re a part of you. but, how do you protect that urge when people are dead?

i LOVE their sisterly relationship. no matter how dirty and warped it is. i love that, no matter what, they truly had each other’s backs when it mattered. even if one was out of the loop, the other was still looking out for her.

why can’t i just have them in one universe where they’re both happy and pranking each other??? 😭 why must they be so doomed!!

i saw a post with this scene the other day. ⬆️

a lot of people had commented this and that about their depictions of vi being jealous and shocked that jinx was up there with vander instead of herself.

and (as a troubled eldest daughter myself) that broke my heart a bit. although, i think it is realistic for vi to have shown a moment of vulnerability with the audience and then be ripped to pieces by individuals declaring it resentment and selfishness. no shade.

personally, i latched onto that tiny moment where her face falls. the animation of such a flicker of something akin to disappointment is astonishing.

i do think she’s seeing the mural for what it’s lacking. because it is lacking her. but, i think it has more to do with the fact that jinx and vander are there, but she’s not with them. not even necessarily including the political context. just the fact that even a random painting on a random wall lacked her presence just as much as real life.

she should have been right next to her little sister, but she wasn’t. she had both lost that choice, and then made the wrong one.

i can’t help but wonder if the years of being an imprisoned child so incredibly scared that she’d never get another chance for see her sister flashed before her eyes.

i think that mural shackled her to the fact that her world had continued on without her. and she wasn’t needed around to make it function anymore.

vander and their parents’ deaths had instilled in her that her sole purpose was to keep the earth spinning and to keep jinx safe. but, in the end, jinx had adapted. vi hadn’t.

lol

sorry for ranting! i could be entirely wrong, don’t take this to heart. it’s just what i took in and reflected on, and i wanted to share my thoughts. i find it so strangely comforting to see an oldest daughter go through so many punches and such heavy emotional strain and still keep her head up.

she’s so imperfect and i love her.

based on this post of mine

link here

is it smart to work on three projects at the same time? maybe not!! but that won’t stop me.

au were silco finds out vi is still alive. much earlier than in canon. and then having vulnerable feelings ensue) sorry silco. :(

here’s a teeny dabble on it while i think about how to go about it:

Silco didn’t make it a habit to travel Topside. He preferred the damp shadows of Zaun. And besides, a step in Piltover meant an immediate risk to his entire means. Which had been proven easily enough when he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Although he covered his bases, and he wasn’t dense, incidents occurred. In addition to the fact that he was unfortunately, still very human, and the bridge of the nation’s boarder made his head swim and his eye ache terribly. He’d ignore the pang of hurt that continued to hit him in the chest until the day he died. Possibly even longer.

Stillwater was probably the closest thing a convicted Piltie would get to living in Zaun. Enforcers at every corner, barely enough food, and enough back-talk to fill the Pilt River. It made him miss work in the mines. Where the labor was absolute shit, but the people kept you coming back. He’d leave with enough pain in his body to knock out an elephant, but with Vander’s arm keeping him warm and Felica’s sass reminding him to laugh. Back when it had all been worth it, without a doubt. Blisters and bedrock.

It was no matter to him either way now, Marcus would correct his people’s error. If he knew what was good for him and his naive child. Silco knew himself, and his people knew him almost good enough. There was a tight deadline ticking away the second the puny rookie with black hair had strapped his wrists. In the mean time, Stillwater was tolerable. Besides the florescent lights that burned his damaged eye.

A flash of magenta made him halt in front of the guard behind him. His shackles clanged as he took a step back.

She almost looked like her mother. Almost. Jinx was a closer resemblance. Violet held a wrath that seemed to seep from her bones, her eyes hardened with so much determination and attentiveness that it made him weary.

What truly made him stumble, was the way she held herself. The slightest slouch, making herself look smaller than she was. Her fists were wrapped by stained scraps of white fabric. They were clenched, making the linen taut around her swollen knuckles. And, by the way a few of the men around her slithered away, she had earned a level of rightful hierarchy inside.

Worst of all, Silco snapped his jaw shut, was the fact that she was so much like him. Like Vander. He didn’t need to venture towards her to know. He knew it by the way she stewed by herself while everyone else gathered in pairs and groups. How her lips twisted upon noticing him. Even the flicker of hope that crossed like a bullet.

A hopelessly lonely soul. Two peas in a pod.

Vander had been alone, before any one of their group had drawn together. He had been alone, and he had stewed. He lived by his brute strength and bravery, and Vi was following all the same footsteps. Like a child in thick snowbanks.

He almost pitied her. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that it was more of a mourning. Of what their lives could have consisted of. If everything hadn’t gone sideways.

The moment was broken when a rounded baton poked him sharply in his spine, “Move.” He glowered. But, he did adhere to the rookie’s insolence. Vi was spinning her food tray around in circles on the table, eyes dark with murderous intent.

The blue of her eyes made him miss Connol, who had always managed to keep their chaos barred. Unfortunately, Vi didn’t seem to even vaguely carry such a patience from her biological father.

She really was Vander’s girl. Fitting.

He felt eyes on the back of head even after he was locked away behind four stone walls and an iron door. She had stuck to him like an oil residue, and he felt dreadful at the realization.

He reflected on the discovery of her life. Knowing he wouldn’t allow himself once his current mess was in the process of being cleaned up, there would be too much to be done after such a discovery. With Violet alive, there were bridges left unburned. And he would have to figure a way to either bury the hatchet, or find a match to strike.

If he could handle disposing of the one person he’d loved and trusted the most, he could deal with just another byproduct. He stared at one of the little glints of light through the cracks of the door.

But, as he was all by his lonesome in a frigid box, his mind wandered to Vander. And, against his will, he mourned some more.