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Margo: Hey, there's only one donut left, who wants it?

Jayce: I'll take it.

Viktor: Maybe I wanted it.

Jayce: You were too slow, bud, sorry.

Viktor: I will arm wrestle you for it.

Jayce: Are you... serious?

Viktor: Deadly.

Jayce: I'm not doing that.

Viktor: Afraid you'll lose? *places his elbow on the table*

Jayce: I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself...

Viktor: The only thing that'll get hurt here is your ego.

Jayce: I'll destroy you.

Viktor: You don't know that, maybe I have a sleeper build.

Jayce: If by sleeper build, you mean you look like you could use some sleep, then yes.

Margo: I wouldn't mind taking him to bed...

Viktor: Surely, there was a different way to say that.

Margo: There was, but we're in polite company.

Jayce: Thank you, Margo, for sparing me the details...

#i'm at work so shitposts are all i can make rn #but anyway #viktor's plan here is to get jayce to forfeit the donut out of pity #don't know if this is canon #like... does margo ever meet jayce? #idk yet #self insert #my ocs #jayce talis #viktor arcane #arcane oc #arcane netflix #is this a shitpost? 🦋 #viktor arcane x oc #dialogue bits and bobs

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Viktor's first kiss (and Margo's too...)

They hadn't seen each other in years. As they got older, they had grown apart. New responsibilities, new obligations. Studies, scholarships, survival. Those carefree summers spent in each other's company long behind them, many more lonely winters still ahead.

One last chance encounter, on the cusp of adulthood...

Viktor looked up at the heavens through his spyglass, scribbling something in his notebook. In just a few hours, he would witness a once in a lifetime event. With one last sigh, he closed his notebook, pulling away from his spyglass and rubbing his tired eye. He looked out at the bustling under city coming alive as it always did at sunset, lights looking much like stars from his perch up high. How many of them knew about the astronomical marvel that would unfold tonight? What a rare privilege it was to witness?

Margo knew. Years ago, on one of those carefree summer days, as she lay sprawling on the warm stones, Viktor had explained it to her... He had stood over her as she basked, talking with such passion... she forgot most of the why, Viktor was better at remembering those things, but the what had always intrigued her,

"The sky will rain stars!",

he'd said, waving his hand, fingers spread out to the sky,

"And it won't happen again for 300 years!"

She marked her calendar that same day. Even as they lost track of each other, she never lost track of the date.

As the evening stretched on into night, Viktor made the last adjustments to his spyglass, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He tightened a screw and dropped his screwdriver in the process. Shit.

Margo made the trek out by herself to the only place in Zaun you could catch a glimpse of the sky. It was quiet and familiar; she'd cut her chin on those rocks, played in the small patch of grass... she was more than happy to shrug off the itchy wool blanket from around her shoulders, setting it on the ground. She pulled out a small pocket knife when a voice came from the shadows,

"It's dangerous out here by yourself..."

Viktor stepped out into the dim light, hand up in surrender. He gestured to himself, "Lucky for you, I'm not much of a threat."

She lowered her blade and breathed a sigh of relief, small smile creeping over her features, "Sounds like something a threat would say."

He took a few steps towards her, playing along, "I do have a screwdriver in my pocket."

She chuckled fondly, he would.

His gaze dropped to the blanket, brows furrowing inquisitively, "A picnic at this hour?"

"Hmm?", she followed his eyes, "Oh! No, it's for-" she gestured to the sky, fingers spread out, "-when the sky rains stars."

He stared at her for a long while, impassive. She suddenly felt small and silly... he finally spoke,

"You remembered."

"'Course I did", she wrung her hands, "It's once in a lifetime, right?"

He nodded, assessing the small wool blanket, "Is there room enough for two?"

"Yes!", she cringed at herself for sounding so eager, rambling, "I mean, if you want, we'd have to sit close and-"

He smiled softly,

"Help me down?", he held out his hand to her, like he had many times before. She eased him to the ground, like she had many times before. She squeezed in next to him, closer than they'd ever sat before...

"This thing used to be bigger..." she muttered.

"We used to be smaller."

She scooted even closer,

"Is this ok?"

Their shoulders pressed together. He could feel the warmth through his sleeve. Viktor swallowed hard. "Yes."

He couldn't look at her, eyes glued to the sky, trying to distract himself. He pointed, leaning in,

"It's starting..."

She followed his finger and gasped in awe as the first balls of light came into view. Soon, hundreds of glinting meteors tore across the sky, shining brightly and fizzling out one after the other, like a carefully choreographed dance. Margo's hand slowly reached for Viktor's, resting her head on his shoulder. He briefly turned to look at her, cheeks growing hot at the proximity, but unable to tear himself away...

He never wanted to forget that look on her face.

"You're missing it", her wide brown eyes now bore into his.

He blinked once, twice and shook his head gently,

"I can see them in your eyes."

It was a fact. It was all he could think of; Margo, the girl with stars in her eyes. Margo, the girl who asked too many questions. Margo, the girl who listened. Margo, the girl who remembered... Margo, Margo, "Margo..."

He'd whispered it like a secret, drifting towards her; a heavenly body, pulled into her orbit. She closed the gap, eyes fluttering shut. It was simple, chaste. The hand holding hers entwined their fingers, the other came up to cup her cheek.

The kiss was cut short by a pebble hitting the back of his head. A gaggle of boys snickered, their leader winding up and hitting Viktor in the forehead. He jeered,

"Awww, look, the cripple got a kiss!"

Another boy shouted, "How much did it cost?"

The group laughed.

Margo's blood boiled. She jumped up, grabbing one of the pebbles and chucking it as hard as she could, "Leave him alone!"

The ringleader screeched, holding his injured eye, "Bitch!"

She threatened him with another pebble, "I can make it even!"

One of the boys tried to retaliate. He missed, the pebble kicked up dust near where Viktor now stood. Margo got him in the nose. The bullies retreated,

"You deserve each other! Fucking freaks!"

She was about to throw another when Viktor's hand wrapped around her wrist,

"Margo, stop!"

The anger on her face made way for worry when she saw the bruise forming on his brow. Her hand went limp, dropping the rock with an unceremonious thunk.

He dismissed her before she even spoke, "This is nothing."

She frowned, looking up to the sky, "It's over."

And so it was... A meteor, burning up in the atmosphere, a bright shining moment of true beauty that ends with a flurry of jagged rocks... if anything, it was fitting. They went their separate ways again. Studies, scholarships, survival...

As he left, he called over his shoulder, "When I think of tonight", he watched her fold the blanket over her arm, "I won't be thinking of them."

She smiled sadly and waved goodbye, disappearing into the night.

Margo, with the stars in her eyes...

#morning rebongle #viktor arcane #viktor arcane x oc #arcane oc

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Viktor's first kiss (and Margo's too...)

They hadn't seen each other in years. As they got older, they had grown apart. New responsibilities, new obligations. Studies, scholarships, survival. Those carefree summers spent in each other's company long behind them, many more lonely winters still ahead.

One last chance encounter, on the cusp of adulthood...

Viktor looked up at the heavens through his spyglass, scribbling something in his notebook. In just a few hours, he would witness a once in a lifetime event. With one last sigh, he closed his notebook, pulling away from his spyglass and rubbing his tired eye. He looked out at the bustling under city coming alive as it always did at sunset, lights looking much like stars from his perch up high. How many of them knew about the astronomical marvel that would unfold tonight? What a rare privilege it was to witness?

Margo knew. Years ago, on one of those carefree summer days, as she lay sprawling on the warm stones, Viktor had explained it to her... He had stood over her as she basked, talking with such passion... she forgot most of the why, Viktor was better at remembering those things, but the what had always intrigued her,

"The sky will rain stars!",

he'd said, waving his hand, fingers spread out to the sky,

"And it won't happen again for 300 years!"

She marked her calendar that same day. Even as they lost track of each other, she never lost track of the date.

As the evening stretched on into night, Viktor made the last adjustments to his spyglass, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He tightened a screw and dropped his screwdriver in the process. Shit.

Margo made the trek out by herself to the only place in Zaun you could catch a glimpse of the sky. It was quiet and familiar; she'd cut her chin on those rocks, played in the small patch of grass... she was more than happy to shrug off the itchy wool blanket from around her shoulders, setting it on the ground. She pulled out a small pocket knife when a voice came from the shadows,

"It's dangerous out here by yourself..."

Viktor stepped out into the dim light, hand up in surrender. He gestured to himself, "Lucky for you, I'm not much of a threat."

She lowered her blade and breathed a sigh of relief, small smile creeping over her features, "Sounds like something a threat would say."

He took a few steps towards her, playing along, "I do have a screwdriver in my pocket."

She chuckled fondly, he would.

His gaze dropped to the blanket, brows furrowing inquisitively, "A picnic at this hour?"

"Hmm?", she followed his eyes, "Oh! No, it's for-" she gestured to the sky, fingers spread out, "-when the sky rains stars."

He stared at her for a long while, impassive. She suddenly felt small and silly... he finally spoke,

"You remembered."

"'Course I did", she wrung her hands, "It's once in a lifetime, right?"

He nodded, assessing the small wool blanket, "Is there room enough for two?"

"Yes!", she cringed at herself for sounding so eager, rambling, "I mean, if you want, we'd have to sit close and-"

He smiled softly,

"Help me down?", he held out his hand to her, like he had many times before. She eased him to the ground, like she had many times before. She squeezed in next to him, closer than they'd ever sat before...

"This thing used to be bigger..." she muttered.

"We used to be smaller."

She scooted even closer,

"Is this ok?"

Their shoulders pressed together. He could feel the warmth through his sleeve. Viktor swallowed hard. "Yes."

He couldn't look at her, eyes glued to the sky, trying to distract himself. He pointed, leaning in,

"It's starting..."

She followed his finger and gasped in awe as the first balls of light came into view. Soon, hundreds of glinting meteors tore across the sky, shining brightly and fizzling out one after the other, like a carefully choreographed dance. Margo's hand slowly reached for Viktor's, resting her head on his shoulder. He briefly turned to look at her, cheeks growing hot at the proximity, but unable to tear himself away...

He never wanted to forget that look on her face.

"You're missing it", her wide brown eyes now bore into his.

He blinked once, twice and shook his head gently,

"I can see them in your eyes."

It was a fact. It was all he could think of; Margo, the girl with stars in her eyes. Margo, the girl who asked too many questions. Margo, the girl who listened. Margo, the girl who remembered... Margo, Margo, "Margo..."

He'd whispered it like a secret, drifting towards her; a heavenly body, pulled into her orbit. She closed the gap, eyes fluttering shut. It was simple, chaste. The hand holding hers entwined their fingers, the other came up to cup her cheek.

The kiss was cut short by a pebble hitting the back of his head. A gaggle of boys snickered, their leader winding up and hitting Viktor in the forehead. He jeered,

"Awww, look, the cripple got a kiss!"

Another boy shouted, "How much did it cost?"

The group laughed.

Margo's blood boiled. She jumped up, grabbing one of the pebbles and chucking it as hard as she could, "Leave him alone!"

The ringleader screeched, holding his injured eye, "Bitch!"

She threatened him with another pebble, "I can make it even!"

One of the boys tried to retaliate. He missed, the pebble kicked up dust near where Viktor now stood. Margo got him in the nose. The bullies retreated,

"You deserve each other! Fucking freaks!"

She was about to throw another when Viktor's hand wrapped around her wrist,

"Margo, stop!"

The anger on her face made way for worry when she saw the bruise forming on his brow. Her hand went limp, dropping the rock with an unceremonious thunk.

He dismissed her before she even spoke, "This is nothing."

She frowned, looking up to the sky, "It's over."

And so it was... A meteor, burning up in the atmosphere, a bright shining moment of true beauty that ends with a flurry of jagged rocks... if anything, it was fitting. They went their separate ways again. Studies, scholarships, survival...

As he left, he called over his shoulder, "When I think of tonight", he watched her fold the blanket over her arm, "I won't be thinking of them."

She smiled sadly and waved goodbye, disappearing into the night.

Margo, with the stars in her eyes...

#viktor arcane x oc #canon x oc #arcane netflix #arcane oc #viktor arcane #self insert #my ocs #my fics #ok... i think this counts as a fic at this point? #one shot #???

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It makes me happy when they listen

#not to blorbo post #sorry op... #but this is viktor & margo #goes both ways #they take turns

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More Arcane OC stuff: Margo's Scar

Margo has a small scar on her chin and that's how Viktor recognizes her later on at the brothel, despite half her face being covered. It's shaped like a question mark, which Viktor finds endearing, "You've always been curious..."

He was there when she got it. It was a sunny day and she had gathered up some scrap in the hopes she'd see that weird little boy again, by the river. He's in his usual spot, above it all and he sees her. He gets excited, but she doesn't see him. She's about to leave and he shouts, "Margo, wait! I'm here!"

He's struggling to stand and wave at the same time. She spots him and shouts back,

"I'm comin' up!"

She starts scaling the wall, but slips. It's too steep for Viktor to see, he just hears a thud and Margo's quiet, "...ow."

By the time he gets down to her, she's sitting on the ground, blood dripping from her chin.

"Are you alright?"

She looks sad, tears in her eyes, "No..."

He follows her gaze and sees all the junk she'd gathered for him swept up in the river's current.

#arcane oc #viktor arcane #viktor arcane x oc #arcane netflix #arcane #my ocs #canon x oc #self insert

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Arcane OC Brainstormin'

Margo grew up in the Under City. She forms a short lived friendship with Viktor when she fishes his little boat out of a hard to reach area. He repays her kindness by fixing one of her wind up toys. She brings him more bits and bobs to work with the next day and the rest is history. On sunny days, they sit outside while Viktor tinkers and Margo enthusiastically tells him stories (complete with reenactments), only interrupting herself to marvel at his inventions.

"And then the pirate cuts his head off!"

"Uh huh...", Viktor's brow is furrowed, eyes focused on the small device in his hands.

"With his sword!" Margo's eyes shine as she swings her arm, much like the pirate in her story.

"That's nice, Margo...", he clicks a gear into place.

"You're not listening", she frowns and crosses her arms.

"Hmm?", Viktor gathers up his cane and stands with a smile. He excitedly hops over to the girl, "Look, I finished it!", he holds up a dingy little box. Margo is not impressed. He chuckles and turns a key, bringing his creation to life. The box opens up, faint tinkling music pouring out as a crude pirate figure made of twisted metal and screws twirls in place, small sword swinging on a spring. Margo gasps in delight,

"A music box!"

She grabs it, holding it up to the light, "Whoooah... this is amazing..."

Viktor blushes, toeing the ground with his shoe, "I could show you how to make one..."

"YES."

She's never any good at it, but she's willing to listen and that's more than Viktor could hope for.

Those encounters on sunny days are few and far between, but both remember them fondly. When Viktor leaves for the Academy, they don't see each other again for years.

It's on Viktor's birthday that a few of his classmates drag him back to the under city to "make him a man"... a cruel joke, really. He doesn't want to be there, but he can't exactly run away. The brothel is crowded and the burning incense does little to cover up the smell of shimmer and sex that hangs heavy in the air. He's pushed forward by his fellow academics... coins exchange hands despite his protests and before he knows it, he's behind one of the curtains. He can hear their drunken snickering. He feels a warm hand on his shoulder and a sultry voice beckoning him further into the plush room,

"I'm Daisy Belle."

"No, I'm very sorry, Miss, but this is just a misund-", he catches a glimpse of a familiar scar as he shrugs her hand off, a jagged little cut on her chin. He still remembers when she fell.

"...Margo?"

She retreats like she'd just been burned, fear flashing in her eyes beneath the intricate mask. Her gaze flits from his face to his cane and back to his face... she brings her hand up to her mouth as recognition dawns on her. How mortifying...

"Viktor?"

There's a pause, neither of them sure how to navigate the awkward situation. There's a second of hesitation from her before she leans forwards, Viktor's hand up in protest,

"No, no, no, you don't have to-"

She wraps her arms around his neck and he freezes.

She mumbles into his hair, "You're taller than me now..."

He chuckles sadly, free hand coming to rest gently on her back,

"It seems a lot has changed, yes?"

#brainstorming #this is NOT a fic.... yet #i just got carried away #viktor arcane x oc #viktor arcane #arcane oc #canon x oc #self insert #self insert x canon #arcane netflix #my ocs

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Just finished watching Arcane.... you know what that means!

✨ Viktor Brain Rot ✨

#back on my bullshit #i already have a self insert backstory in mind......... #arcane #viktor #viktor arcane #arcane netflix

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Mail Maiden Lore under the cut!

Her family moved around a lot when she was growing up. It was difficult to make friends (for reasons Saline would only come to understand once she was much older).

Her father was a carpenter. He made her first bow and taught her how to whittle.

She always looked up to her uncle. Whenever he would visit, he would tell Saline all about his "adventures" and shower her with trinkets brought back from far away lands. When he was away, he wrote her epic letters detailing all he'd seen in his travels.

Her uncle always encouraged her to explore and have fun, with or without friends;

Saline: No one wants to go sledding with me... :'(

Uncle: And? Do you not have a sled, girl?

Saline: Huh?

Uncle: Go out and sled, if you wait for others it'll be spring already!

Her uncle taught her how to use her bow and arrows, taking her on her first hunting trip... it ended in tears. To this day, the taste of rabbit stew doesn't sit right with Saline.

When she was around 16, she started putting on archery exhibitions for her neighbours to earn a little extra coin. They were surprisingly very successful and Saline enjoyed the cheering crowds.

At around 20 years old, Saline wanted to take her show on the road. Her parents were hesitant to let her go out on her own, but her uncle offered to travel with her. He became her impresario and the two had a great time together. She signed up for competitions, won a few prizes. All was well.

About three years in, her uncle disappeared. He left no note, gave no explanation. Saline returned home to her parents.

A year later, a kind hearted dungeon crawler delivered several letters he'd recovered from the Island dungeon. Some pages were missing, others damaged. Still, Saline was able to piece together the terrible secret her uncle had been keeping from her.

He was never an adventurer. Only a mercenary. A sword-for-hire, employed by less than reputable people to do less than reputable things. In his letters, he apologizes to his brother, Saline's father, for all he put his family through. He had left that life years ago, for her sake, but as soon as his old employers smelled money, they came a-knocking. They wanted Saline to throw a competition, they had a lot of money riding on it. Her uncle refused. They tried to sabotage her. He stopped them. Saline won and her uncle's old employer threatened her life. In exchange for her safety, her uncle promised to work off the "debt." The letters end just before he can write what floor of the dungeon he's stuck on.

Saline is heartbroken. If she had gotten these letters sooner, they might've been able to help. If only someone delivered to the dungeon...

Uncle's voice: And? Do you not have a bag, girl?

She takes it upon herself to make sure this never happens to anyone else. Her parents beg her not to, but she's always been stubborn.

She becomes the Mail Maiden. She doesn't earn nearly as much. She's tired and not eating well. She becomes underweight and difficult to recognize;

She crosses paths with the Touden party, who help her take better care of herself. They share recipes and hair care tips. They force her to rest. They seem genuinely happy to see her when they bump into each other.

She starts to fill out her clothes again, takes time to rest. She starts feeling like herself again... she's very grateful to her friends. She can keep running her mail delivery business. All is well.

#the mail maiden #dunmeshi oc #delicious in dungeon oc #my ocs #my art #self insert #dungeon meshi

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A little side by side of Saline's current outfit vs her Sensational Saline outfit

Sensational Saline is how she was known before leaving it all behind and becoming the Mail Maiden. She used to put on archery shows (think Annie Oakley) and compete professionally.

#the mail maiden #delicious in dungeon oc #dunmeshi oc #self insert #my art #my ocs

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#the mail maiden #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon oc #dunmeshi oc #my ocs #self insert #character info #my art #yes i am reusing the same drawing #sue me

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Dance, Mail Maiden, dance! 💌

#the mail maiden #robin hood wannabe lmao #dunmeshi oc #delicious in dungeon oc #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #my ocs #self insert #my art

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More Mail Maiden concept art

#the mail maiden #brainstorming 🧠 ⛈️ #my art #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi oc #delicious in dungeon oc #my ocs #self insert #concept art

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Delicious in Dungeon Mail Courier OC concept art 💌

#the mail maiden #that's her working title #no name yet #concept art #my art #my ocs #self insert #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon oc

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White Rabbit ref sheet

#my ocs #the white rabbit #dcau oc #btas oc #self insert #batman tas #my art #ref sheet #dc oc #batman tas oc #batman the animated series

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She's spying on dad on his date...

She was told to stay at home while he went out, but worry and curiosity got the best of her. Now she's kind of wishing she stayed home...

#mavis: ........ew. #btas oc #batman tas #others ocs #i love her #dc oc

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Agree agree agree with every sick basterd imagine (fun fact I didn't know Sakowitz's name until now lol) but you know I don't think Donny covers his mouth when he sneezes either, I feel like he's one of those people who sneezes loud and proud and doesn't give a fuck who knows, almost like an expression of masculinity (a bear roar, if you will) but yeah, he's absolutely a complete baby and wants All Of The Cuddles

Mama Donowitz absolutely s p o i l e d that boy, no one can tell me otherwise.

And he definitely sneezes loud. Got those high volume dad sneezes (and he doesn't even have kids yet, imagine...) and it's always four in a row; every single one takes him by surprise.

He likes to sneeze in a tissue though, because a big pile of tissues on the bed looks more dramatic and he'll do everything to garner your sympathy (and more cuddles).

aaah-CHAH

#glad you enjoyed it ☺️ #i tried my best #anon ask #inglourious basterds x reader #donny donowitz #salty answers

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Greasy Spoon, interior, day

Wendy and Bruce sit in a booth across from each other. Wendy is dressed casually, Bruce is wearing a suit. He looks out of place but Wendy's happy demeanour puts him at ease.

Wendy: I love this place.

Bruce: Because of the deep fried pancakes?

Wendy points at him with her fork, syrup dripping onto her plate,

Wendy: And the atmosphere. It's the little things, y'know?

She takes a bite and hums in delight.

Wendy: No matter how busy I get, I hope I'm never too busy for these.

Bruce laughs, digging into his own fried monstrosity. Wendy watches him, sun pouring in from the window behind her, bathing him in golden light. It's the little things…

Bruce holds up his fork,

Bruce: To the little things.

She taps a sticky piece of fried dough against his,

Wendy: To deep fried pancakes.

Bruce: And good company.

She smiles,

Wendy: And good company.

They both have another bite and Bruce chuckles,

Bruce: This is too much…

Wendy: Funny, coming from someone who grew up eating caviar.

Bruce: Don't forget foie gras.

Wendy laughs and her cheeks flush a dusty pink, the sunlight pouring in from the window behind her creates a halo around her dark hair. No matter how busy Bruce Wayne gets…

Batman will find the time.

#my ocs #batman tas oc #canon x oc #the white rabbit #self insert #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x oc #blurb