Arcane Viktor - Blog Posts
Guess who drew viktor? Oh wait, it's me!
It was such a long work... Anyway our Art collab finally done.
1. Background, rendering- @iamdedov
2. Victor- @chezaporisulki
Тгк-@chezaporisulki
TikTok-@chezaporisulki
3. Idea, Jayce, some details- me.
WHY ARE ALL MY FAVS SO DOOMED!?!? I can’t go a single week without finding a pair that I love without them being so ridiculously doomed by the narrative. It isn’t even just these two wonderful boys, it’s every ship I like. Oh those two are immortal so I’m sure they’ll be fine BUT NO FOR SOME ODD REASON ONE OF THEM IS NO LONGER IMMORTAL. WHAT DID I DO TO HAVE MY FAVS ALL BE DOOMED?
never posted before but I have just had a troubling thought about Jayce and Viktor’s storyline
‼️‼️‼️MAJOR ARCANE S1 AND S2 SPOILERS‼️‼️‼️
My sorta theory about their story is that it is the literal life cycle of a STAR.
OKAY SO
In S1 Ep3 when they do this floaty thing, the Orb™️ is glowing and blue
LOOKS LIKE A HIGH MASS MAIN SEQUENCE STAR YES?
Looking up a high mass star also shows that they burn brightly but are short lived (I’m sorry)
AND WHAT DID VIKTOR AND HEIMERDINGER SAY IN S1 EP6?
“My contributions will be short lived”
“Those who shine brightest often burn fastest”
I don’t remember the episodes of this in season 2 exactly but I’m pretty sure that when Viktor goes into his little egg it’s meant to be a SUPERNOVA
You can see he’s almost in the fetal position, which reminds me of how stars with a lotta mass collapse into themselves
AND THEN right after a supernova comes either a black hole or a neutron star
Pretty sure this is a black hole since they basically unexist afterwards 😻
A few more alsos before I finish this post:
That thing about burning brightly is extra true when Jayce sees Viktor’s vision, since everyone else shines but not as brightly or as a large as Jayce and Viktor
With this pic again of the two floating around, the circles/ovals look like magnetic fields especially on a neutron star
SEE HOW THEY’RE ON OPPOSITE SIDES AS WELL? THEY ARE THE NORTH AND SOUTH CHARGES OF A MAGNET THEY ARE DRAWN TO EACH OTHER❗️
^^corroborated by “In all timelines, in all possibilities, only you can show me this” GRRRRRAAAARARRERRR
Anyway I digress please add to this if anyone has something I forgor 🫶
Sang in the tune of ✨️pRetTY pIcKle✨️
jayce and lace
constantly thinking about touchstarved viktor . he doesn't lean into the touch , but he allows it to linger just so , just enough to remember the weight of your palm heating him through his uniform , the tenderness of such touch , the way fingers thrum or curl over his body & meld around his frame oh so perfectly .... he craves it , oh , so bad . a hug would leave him clinging to warmth in the most gentle ways . a kiss would be chaste —- then suffocating & needy . viktor craves touch like lungs crave air .
Hi is Viktor the Herald of the Arcane
just something silly about jayce growing a mustache
I didn’t see anyone else do this, but I have many thoughts about an Arcane Fate AU.
The concept is that Hextech and the story of the two sisters took place roughly 100 years ago, and during that time, Zaun gained independence. Because of this, characters like Jinx and Vi are now historical/folk figures in Piltover and Zaun.
The Holy Grail Ritual is a fancy competition between Piltover families to show themselves off. They usually select representatives with sufficient magical abilities to compete, and they use Servants as familiars in battles. However, in this particular Holy Grail Ritual, something went wrong, and some Servants ended up being summoned by unintended individuals (people from Zaun).
The Master-Servant pairings and classes would look something like this
Piltover:
Viktor - Jayce - ????? Caster
Mel - Lest/Leblanc - Assassin/Pretender (what i mean is Leblanc is pretending to be Lest and that her class is assassin)
Caitlyn - Vi - Saber or Shielder i am not sure about this
Zaun:
Isha - Jinx - Archer
Ekko - Heimerdinger - Rider
Singed - Warwick - Berserker
and special guest:
Ambessa - Arcane Herald - claiming to be saviour those who are more familiar with the fate series could probably guess his true class
Before the release of the second season, there was a popular theory that the Hexcore had a missing element—a type of rune that wasn’t present, specifically the Inspiration rune from League of Legends.
According to this theory, it was Sky who „solved” the Hexcore, and when she was killed by the Hexcore, she somehow became the Inspiration rune in it. However, this theory was somewhat debunked because, although the writers have differing opinions about what Sky was in the second season, they agree that it wasn’t truly the real Sky.
This led me to think of a slightly different theory: that it wasn’t Sky who was the Inspiration rune, but Viktor himself.
First of all, the scene where Sky was killed by the Hexcore always seemed to me less like the Hexcore absorbed her and more like it simply disintegrated her.
Take the Sky line before she died:
"I was inspired by your... Everything you do inspires me." It’s very easy to interpret this line differently, as "You are the Inspiration."
And the Hexcore reached its peak power and functioned at its best when Viktor became one with it in the second season.
What could this mean? I have no idea. I truly wish the creators would explain what the Arcane is and how it works in details.
happy new year javik nation and Jayce apologists its me the number 1 defender. He is so cute in season one wtf wtf wf jhfkvdjhv i keep taking screenshots i love my latino husband they can never make me hate you
HE IS SO CUTE COME ONN
(ik its a cat and not a dog but the dog legit t looked stupid when i drew it, sorry :(()
guys what the fuck...
I'M BACK BABYYYYY HERE, HAVE A JAYCE IN MY (new) STYLE
So, yeah, I totally recommend ditching posting on social media to focus on improving your art :)
Back in the good old academy days ✨
"I can't stop looking at his ti-ti-ti-ti-face"
Inspired by @i-just-like-games <3
"Oh, it's you, I welcome death with..."
I'm haunted
Puppy regressor!Jayce and handler!Viktor but Jayce loves being Viktor's "service dog" when he regresses
Always bringing Viktor his pills on time and reminding him to drink water and eat
Picking things up for Viktor, grabbing his cane if it's far from him
His favorite is providing deep pressure therapy
Viktor doesn't need it that often but he knows Jayce loves it so he'll ask for it more than he actually needs it
Viktor has some skin picking habits that Jayce will interrupt by putting his head over where Viktor is picking and looking up at him with big puppy dog eyes
He learns the signs viktor is about to pass out or have an episode with one of his health issues to be able to alert him
Sometimes viktor just ignores him though
*Jayce nuzzles his head into Viktor's shoulder, the alert for if Viktor's going to pass out* V: just let me finish this up quickly, *Jayce whimpers*, V: don't worry I'll-
Viktor wakes up on the couch with Jayce staring up at him from the floor with the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes
"I'm sorry, I should have listened to you, could you get me some water"
Jayce perks up and looks over to the new bottle of water sitting on the side table
"oh look at that. You're a good boy aren't you" *Viktor runs his hand through Jayce's hair*, "I think this deserves a treat, could you grab the bag"
Jayce patiently waits as he watches Viktor carefully pull a handful of treats out and give them to him
Jayce just loves knowing he's a good boy and that he's helping Viktor
For those who'd like to see it, this is the altar so far!
Whatcha guys think?
I uhm I just gave him some stuff. Ya think he's into the expresso cups cause sleep deprivation or cause they look fun? I thrifted them too. I think he's a thrift person. And yes, that is my lava lamp, in full mode. Say hi! ^^
Update. Now I made him an altar. I tried candle painting, which turned into candle sculpting and made him a sigil. He is now possessive of all the candles i used for painting n stuff, so they are crowding around his big blue candle like little followers lmao.
I used a blue fabric for the tablecloth, then added my white and cream coloured scarves behind. He also seemdd to like my espresso cups, so he gets them. He also has a crystal glass bowl.
And he got attached to my lava lamp (blue water, red/orange blobs).
I'll try drawing him later, so hope this willturn out well.
Viktor as a Deity?
You had it coming for ya! Arcane and Witchcraft? I'm a witch and a writer, it had to happen. I thought of something.
Since I am a witch and I am working with Lucifer, I have thought back to the times I saw people include fictional characters in their craft. And with all of the Jesus talk going on about him...
Well, I never quite understood it or had a fictional character deity pull, but now, I do, and I feel like especially with such a big fandom, the energy has collected and it would not be far off to work with him in this way.
In my case, I am speaking of S2 Herald Viktor, with a hint of end of S2 Viktor. But, as with any deity, we will not forget his past either and what has shaped him.
SO! Guys. I am making a full on document about Viktor as a deity. The Machine Herald as our own deity for actual deity work, with full on associations, own-experience specific signs, divination preferences, etc. Including candle preferences, colours, and even Stars I have picked out as a personal astronomy nerd.
As a preview, I did not stick to our solar system, apologies. If you want to know so bad.... I chose Rigel and Vega for many reasons and Lyra as the constellation association.
Let me know what you think and if I should make the doc public soon and post about my thoughts behind it! So willing to share with you.
And so far, Lucifer has been cool with this also. They seem to work together nicely.
Would you like me to make the document public by the end of this month? I do take suggestions on parts of this, too! So put in your opinions in the comments, I read and answer every one!
Peace,
Kasper
Ty for writing him like this I just know he gives soft dom energy💖👄💖
observation (18+)
soft dom! viktor x fem! reader
the ambitious zaunite has seen many things in his lifetime. though, he still (and undoubtedly) believes you are one of the most ethereal beings to have graced his sights, but especially so when you have your mouth stuffed full.
nsfw, oral fixation, boot humping, voyerism, sub reader
“you are much more docile like this.”
a muffled whine rips through the quiet atmosphere of the room as the inventors fingers press down on the back of your tongue; near the entrance of your throat. saliva pools around his fingers and he watches with keen interest at how your tongue flexes, and writhes under the offending appendages.
“close,” the man states simply, biting back a soft smile at how you immediately obey, lips wrapping around his knuckles.
from his seating position in the cushioned chair, he believes this sight may have been his own personal slice of heaven.
you’re currently poised prettily on your knees between his spread legs; head tilted up and eyes locked on his- back straighten to perfection at his approval. one hand rests by your lap on the floor while the other grips around a part his intricate leg brace.
viktor’s not a lover who yearns at depriving you of touch. punishments like such are rare (there typically never being a need for them). if anything he encourages your wandering hands to roam.
he is a man of science after all- observing is what he does best. he wishes to witness you for what you really are- your thoughts, opinions, reactions.
and that’s exactly how you ended up in this predicament.
his gaze remains unwavering at the slight gag he pulls from you. fingers brushing once more against the back of your throat after he’s satisfied with his determination of just how much you can take.
“you are doing so well.”
the natural purr his accented voice seems to carry is like melted honey to your ears. its velvety timbre vibrates through your body all the way down to your core. slick beginning to soak through the middle of your underwear.
your thighs clench and unclench in some sort of desperate attempt of relieving yourself of this ache- a move that doesn’t go unnoticed by viktor.
a subtle, sly smile graces his features as he watches you unashamedly tuck your free hand between your legs and under your clothing. saliva begins to drip down your chin as you moan around his fingers, tongue working tirelessly as your fingers press against your needy clit.
“pl..ease!” you cry out, eyes finally fluttering shut. your legs press tightly together to provide some sort of friction as you rub your swollen bud- a finger just barely pressing into your entrance.
he huffs out a quiet laugh, amusement written over his face. “open your eyes, zayka,” he murmurs lowly as his thumb on his free hand reaches out to trace over your bottom lip, mesmerized at the strand of saliva that keeps you two strung together as he pulls it away.
you listen well and your eyes fly open at the feeling of something hard pushed up against the back of your hand currently pressed against your cunt.
viktor had adjusted his good leg to where his foot was placed now between your spread thighs. the metal working of the tip of his boot caught the low lights in the room causing it to practically sparkle.
he didn’t push you to stop your ministrations, nor did he remove his fingers from your sopping mouth. he merely looked down at you, cheeks flushed a rosy pink and hazel eyes that shone in sensuality, and allure.
you, on the other hand, knew exactly what he wanted.
you’re quick to pull your hand away from your needy pussy and press yourself down onto the worn leather. your hips are in touch with your want and immediately begin to roll themselves. back and forth, up and down. your clit catches deliciously on the cool metal which warrants a gurgled moan from your now parted lips.
viktor tilts his head with a gentle look, as if he found this whole situation endearing.
your arousal began to seep onto the man’s boot, the slip allowing you to glide more effortlessly. both your hands reach out to take ahold of viktor’s leg and use it as leverage as your desperation rose.
a hand intertwined with yours atop his knee as tensions began to heighten- coils beginning to tighten in your lower abdomen.
“don’t fight it,” viktor whispers, his words almost syrupy. “just let it happen.”
it’s when his fingers finally exit your mouth and go to cradle the back of your head- ever so slightly tugging it back to look at your glistening, desirous expression- does that rope finally snap within you.
your orgasm doesn’t wash over you. it comes crashing down.
it take’s a few shushes and gentle murmurs to bring you down from that stagnant high. your clit, raw and sensitive, urges you to pull away from all stimulation, but instead you sag, nearly bonelessly, against viktor as he presses whispers of kisses into your sweaty hairline, continuing to caress your hair back in a loving manner.
“such a good, willing girl you are.”
PEACE | Vander/Warwick X Reader
CONTENT WARNINGS - Fluff • Threat • Injury • Mention of death • Brief mention of blood • Season 2 Spoilers! • Cuddling (BECAUSE THIS MAN DESERVES ONE!!)
PAIRING: Vander/Warwick X Fem Reader
SUMMARY: you were once Vander’s wife but believed he was dead after the cannery exploded. Now you’re staying at Viktor’s utopia hoping the machine herald can bring him back to you
WORD COUNT: 1.9K
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The commune had been like a fever dream. That something so peaceful could exist in Zaun. Where everyone pulled their weight and shared resources and supplies without ulterior motives. It seemed like a paradise. It seemed too good to be true.
It was almost too much.
In just a couple of days — or was it even hours — your world had been turned upside down.
When Vi and Pow-- Jinx found you, you were both thrilled and sceptical. To see your adopted daughters together again. It certainly confusing to see that they somehow came back together again and with a little girl in tow but they had some information that nearly made your heart stop.
Vander … was alive!
A rasped pained laugh had been your response. It wasn’t possible. You heard the tale: Vander, your husband, died saving Vi. That was it, end of story. It broke you. So much so that you went searching for his body but found nothing. No doubt Silco had it thrown in the Pilt out of spite.
But Jinx was adamant. She claimed she fought some “version” of him in Stillwater, a beast, but it was still him. There was still something inside that recognised her. It was ludicrous. You had half a mind to tell them to leave and let you wallow in your loneliness. But your motherly urge clenched your heart; there was no way you could let them attempt to track this beast alone. Especially with a young child.
So you followed them, deep into the mines with spear in hand. Vi claimed they’d be safe thanks to her gauntlets but it provided you comfort. It had always been your weapon of choice.
After Vi and Jinx had their rather childish fight, the young girl who you had learnt was called Isha, received a bloody nose thanks to Vi’s elbow. You had wiped it clean with your sleeve, offering her a sweet smile as she sniffed but you all continued further in. Until your heart sunk completely when the ground rumbled. A distant roar surged fear through all your hearts, Jinx pushing Isha behind herself and Vi took a firm stance. Your knuckles became white clutching your spear; breath becoming staggered and fearful.
That when you saw it. A glimmer of red in the darkness, growing closer and brighter with every second; the ground trembling from its pounding fists. Jinx attempted to talk to it but nothing stopped its pursuit.
The sound of Vi’s gauntlet grabbing the beasts body before it could reach you caused the bioluminescent plants to light up and that when you became face to face with it. It’s blood red eyes were raging, a clawed paw stretched out desperately reaching out for Isha. It felt as if your heart was breaking all over again. There was an unrecognisable fury. This thing wanted to kill you all. How stupid it was to believe that this was him.
Vi became bloodied and bruised as she fought the beast, Jinx shielding Isha behind her with her gun raised. In a desperate attempt to save your daughter, you joined her in the fight; slashing and stabbing at its body. Yet it did little to nothing to halter it’s anger. It’s body healed at lightening speed.
This wasn’t a fight you could win.
It reared is large paw back, attempting to smite Vi in one swipe. Until you shoved her out of the way towards Jinx and took the hit yourself. It’s large arm smacked you away, your body surging through the air to slam into the wall. A yell rattled past your lips at impact, body feeling like it had just been shattered. You struggled to raise up to your feet until you realised the beasts attention had turned to your daughters. A glob of bloody spit from your mouth regained it, its crimson eyes glaring at your in a furious wrath. As your grip tightened on your snapped spear, you wielded it like you would a knife. You were ready to die here if it meant your girls could take the opportunity to escape. But Jinx halted your determination. She pleaded — no — begged for you to believe her. That this thing in front of you was the man you loved. Your eyes had shut, breathing slow as it leapt; its teeth bared ready to tear you apart.
But when you were face to face with it, so close that you could feel its breath on your cheeks, a sudden glimmer of familiarity befell you. A flicker of hope. Either way, it wasn’t stopping. So you took that chance. You tossed the broken weapon to the side and screamed his name.
Before you knew it, you were wrapped in its large arms. Eyes wide and breath shuddering, your hands slowly crept up to rest on its chest still unsure. But it wasn’t tearing you apart. Wasn’t disembowelling you with its claws. One of its pawed hands rested almost gently to the back of your head, pulling you tight to its body like it would be the last time. You almost wanted to free yourself from its grip out of fear. Until a low grumble from his jaws uttered a single word; causing a wave of tears to flow from your eyes like a waterfall. Your name.
It was him. It was your Vander.
And here you were. In Viktor’s small utopia; praying that this “herald” could heal your husband. Or return his mind to him fully. You cautiously watched Viktor exited from the greenhouse Vander had been designated to; the mechanical man slowly walking away in exhaustion.
“How long do you think this is gonna take?” Vi asked, staring at him in suspicion.
A deep breath heaved from your nose at her question. “I don’t know. In all my years I’ve never dealt with a ‘herald’ before,” you sighed tiredly. “I’ve never dealt with someone coming back from death either”.
“There’s a lot of things we haven’t dealt with,” Vi replied sadly.
She was right about that. It had been a small comfort to you, knowing that if Vander was gone his soul was finally at peace. But now here he was, back from the dead and twisted in his own body for whatever sick maniacal reason. Your brows furrowed in anger as a certain person invaded your mind. “I’ll kill Singed if I ever see him,” you swore, teeth coming close to grinding at the mere thought of that so called ‘scientist’.
“You’ll have to get in line,” Vi quipped, her soft small smile falling as quickly as it formed. “I’m gonna head to bed. You coming?”.
“I’m … I’m actually gonna go visit him. See how he’s doing,” you informed, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. With a soft nod, Vi watched as you walked away towards the greenhouse.
There was still a wave of nervousness as you reached the door but it faded away when your gaze fell upon him. A few soft grunts huffed from his curled form, lying on the ground with a sorrowful look on face only for his head to perk up at the sight of you.
“Hey,” you greeted, shutting the door behind you. Vander rose up slightly, watching you with his new mismatched eyes as you sat down next to his hulking figure. You offered him a honeyed smile, stretching your legs out and leaning back against a pillar. “Any … any change today?”.
Vander snorted sadly in response and glanced down to his paws. Your hand quickly stretched up to cup his jaw, turning him back to look at you; your thumb gently stroking against his cheek to sooth him. “It’s ok. There’s always tomorrow,” you hushed, blinking back a set of tears as he nuzzled into your hand.
You couldn’t help but take in his features, from the sharp fangs to the large ears that twitched at the slightest sound. It made your heart clenched; that sometimes in a certain light or a quick glance you could just see a glimmer of the man you loved.
Almost as if he could sense your change in mood, Vander’s eyes opened; staring at you with a tilt of his head that must’ve said ‘what’s wrong?’.
“I’m ok,” you sniffed. “I’m just glad to have you back”.
He seemed to think to himself, contemplating something before shuffling closer to your body. You waited with bated breath, curiously watching as he fell to his side and laid his head to rest on your lap, his back to you and gaze directed to your boots.
Though it brought a smile to your face. Your heart fluttering at the recreation of a moment you and Vander would often share before things went to hell. Whenever Vander was stressed after a long day he would rest his head in your lap, sighing in relief as your fingers would cascade through his brown locks. The two of you would talk for hours, about your day or whatever your were worried about. It was a quiet intimate experience between you two.
“Heh, just like old times. Ey, Vander,” you teased, raising your hand to comb through the fur on his head. Vander groaned out softly, immediately relaxing against you. “Remember when we used to do this when we were younger? You denied it from hell to high water … then Benzo walked in and wouldn’t shut up about it”.
There was a chuff like laugh from Vander as his paw rested itself against your knee, his breath coming out steadier. The both of you fell silent as you thought of your fallen friend. Of all your fallen friends. Benzo. Connol. Felicia.
Silco.
You didn’t have a clue if Vander even knew his brother had passed. You hadn’t found it in you to ask or tell him either. There was so much going on already you didn’t want to bring him more heartbreak. No matter what had happened between them, Silco would always be his brother. He knew Vander long before you did. They played together as kids, worked together as teens, planned a revolution together as men. You knew in some way Vander would be devastated.
With a sigh, you continued massaging his scalp. No point in telling him now. One thing at a time.
“When we’re done here, how about we go away? Leave the Lanes, leave the Undercity. Find somewhere peaceful, somewhere safe,” you suggested. “Tell only the girls where we are so they can visit”.
Vander awkwardly glanced over his shoulder, staring at you in confusion.
“You didn’t think I was just gonna leave ya, did you?” You playfully quipped.
“However many tries, however long it takes; I am gonna stay right by you side,” you promised, leaning down to place a kiss against his brow, his eyes fluttering shut in content. “Like I’ve always said: it’s me and you till the end, big guy”.
When the sun rose in the morning, Vi had woken to discover you were missing. Both Jinx and Isha were still sleeping together in a pile of blankets whilst your bed appeared neat and unslept in. She rose to her feet and made her way over to the greenhouse, carefully opening the door as quietly as she could. Only for her shocked face to fall into a slight smile.
Somehow in the night the two of you had shifted. You were now laid out on your side, sleeping the most peacefully you had in years. Vander’s large arm had placed itself over your waist, keeping you trapped against his large body; his breath tussling your hair every time he exhaled. His massive paw was clutched in both your hands, pulled tightly to your chest. There wasn’t a care in the world to the two of you.
Just peace.
Vi smiled and decided to leave you be, allowing you both to enjoy your own personal paradise for a little longer.
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First time returning to Imagines/One Shots but what they did to this man broke my heart and I felt like writing something for the first time in ages. Riot, I’ll never forgive you for what you did to Vander!!!
WHY DOES HE, OF ALL PEOPLE, GET A F*CKING HAPPY ENDING?!?!?!?!?!?! 🤬
Love wins but at what cost
What about: Viktor finding out that he will be a father and how would he react when he sees his child for the first time?
Viktor finding out his S/O is pregnant HC’s;
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I turned these into Head-cannons, I hope that’s ok. I find out if I need to get hip surgery soon so I’ll try to pop out as many requests as possible until I found out so, I might be slow with requests, but I’m just scared of the answer I might get. If I get the surgery, I’ll have to be in a wheelchair for a very long time then be in crutches for even longer. I might even need to walk with a cane some days. I just hope I’m healthy enough to get the surgery and recover quickly.
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Keywords:
S/O= Significant Other
Y/EC= Your Eye Color
C/G= Child’s Gender
C/N= Child’s Name
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* Viktor is a very busy person; as we all can guess, and he barely takes any time for himself or his S/O, and he feels very bad for it.
* He loves you to heaven and back and would lay down his life for you, so when he found out you where expecting, he was shocked. More shocked that you where crying, afraid to tell him, thinking he would cast you aside.
* All he could do was kiss you gently, rubbing his thumb against the side of you cheek as he leaned on the corner of his desk before whispering a small few words that changed your sad tears to one’s of happiness.
* „I am here, for every step of the way”.
* His thick accent lacing the words as he kissed you once more, drying away your tears.
* Jayce was the first to find out about the news after Viktor couldn’t keep it a secret anymore, and he was ecstatic. He congratulated him was a harsh pat on the back and a „Didn’t know you had it in ya’”!
* Professor Heimerdinger was the next to know, and boy was he proud. He has been around for a very long time and always was excited to hear about the birth of new life. He knew Viktor’s work habits would try to interfere so he reassured the workaholic to take a break and to he there for his lovely S/O.
* Months would pass and soon, everyone in Piltover knew about one of their greatest scientists becoming a father, and Viktor had never been more proud. For once in his life, he wanted to world to know who he was.
* Soon enough, time has passed and the day for his child’s birth had arrived. After about 27 hours of painful labor, a beautiful baby C/G was born.
* Their eyes sparkled like the stars, having beautiful amber eyes; just like their father, that ballendes out their mother’s own Y/EC orbs. Their skin was like the softest silk in all of the land and would put a professional quilt maker to shame.
* Viktor sat beside his S/O, cane against the hospital bed as he held his child in his arms, feeling as though nothing in the would could bring him down. Like he was an unstoppable force, willing to protect it’s life for this child. And he was.
* Quietly; like a dove, his lover spoke.
* „What should we name them”?
* Viktor though for a minute, his life all seeming to come down to this very moment, feeling all pain, sorrow, peace, and joy. Every tear he shed. Every day he didn’t sleep. Every invention he has made. Has all come down to this moment.
* He took a breath, and then another. And finally, he picked something perfect, something worthy of praise. Something the world would grow to know and love.
* „C/N. I think they should be named C/N”.
* „It’s perfect”.
„In the pursuit of great…we’ve failed to do good”
I’ve seem to have gotten myself stuck in the Arcane fandom… Oh well
Send in requests for Viktor
I’ve fallen for his depressed ass
My humble offer to the Viktor nation dhsjjsja
and mainly small gift for my friend @askviktor and his amazing arcane Viktor blog, go check him out🫡