EMMMAAA!!!!!

“Come to bed.”

Silco had been so consumed with the paperwork in front of him, he hadn’t heard you open the door and pad over beside him. His already drooping, soft eyes warmed when he leaned back in his seat. “Sit with me, darling,” he cooed in that raspy tome of his. “Then we can go.”

You ungracefully straddled Silco’s lap. His nimble finger rubbed your back through one of the fuzzy blanket you’d acquired. The clock struck one in the morning when you finally stumbled out of bed in search of your love.

A barely audible hum escaped Silco’s throat. “You’re so good to me,” he mutters absently. A sleepy sigh heaves your body as you curl into him. You say nothing.

“Come to bed, Sil,” you say again- this time with a yawn. When Silco finally rises- with you in his arms- you smile lethargically as he shuts the lights off and closes the office door.

Timebomb, a story in three parts (beware of Arcane SPOILERS) 🍃.

Not me getting absolutely obsessed with Ekko and Jinx and their storyline⏳💣. I must confess I wasn't expecting to be so involved with them, but here I am waiting patiently.

I can't wait to see what may happen in the future... I surely don't think it's the end...

⚡️APT APT⚡️

guys he’s so cute when he’s eating he looks like a little sad hamster 😭😭 s1 gi-hun my husband come backkk the kids miss you 😭😭

✶ things i learned from shifting. . . as someone who's shifted.

i , the hardest part is pretending it's hard : shifting is not a herculean task. it's not climbing everest barefoot or decoding the voynich manuscript. it's deciding you're done with the mundane and stepping into the divine. every time you say, "i can't shift," you're just playing a trick on yourself. a bit like insisting you don't know how to breathe until someone reminds you. (spoiler: you do.)

ii , time is a house of mirrors :  when you shift, you're not "leaving" this reality. you're just walking down another hallway. it feels linear until you turn, and suddenly you're face-to-face with yourself, or a version of you that's holding a cat and wearing thigh-high boots. time is bendy. it's pliable. it's like clay, in a way. it's an obedient servant if you tell it to be.

iii , belief is your first-class ticket :  you don’t need a spell, a potion, or a seven-step guide. you just need belief. conviction is the real magic here. call it delusion if you like. i call it decisive manifesting. and trust me, i've shifted while feeling like a hollow shell of a human. belief doesn’t have to roar.

iv , you can't outrun yourself : shift all you want, but the core of you, the you that laughs too hard, cries too often, and loves too much, comes along for the ride. your dr self isn’t some perfect barbie doll version of you. they're you, but in technicolour. the grass is greener, but you're still the one who's walking barefoot on it.

v , failing is still shifting :  every attempt you call a failure is still a step closer to mastering it. you don’t beat yourself up for dreaming weird dreams, do you? so why do it here? your mind’s just warming up, stretching its muscles. let it stumble. even if you "fail," you’re still playing the game, and that counts.

vi , nothing is as serious as it seems :  shifting is playful, silly, camp. you’re choosing realities where you’re a pureblood gryffindor or dating a young peter parker!! have fun with it. get deranged. be the girl who giggles when thinking about her dr instead of sulking. make it ridiculous and extravagant. you’re literally bending reality to your will. why not make it a soap opera?

vii , you’re never ‘too much' : the universe doesn’t care if you want to rule a kingdom or live quietly in a cottage by the sea. your desires are never too loud, too big, or too weird. you are expansive. your mind was built for this. ask for it all, then ask for more.

viii , shifting is a love letter to yourself :  it’s saying, "i believe in you," over and over, in different fonts, languages, and realities. it’s the grandest way to love yourself, to say you deserve the universe and every parallel one, too.

ix , reality is a suggestion, not a rule :  the same way you decide to wear eyeliner and not cry in it, you decide what’s real. you decide the boundaries, the limits, the laws. shift as easily as you breathe because that’s what it is: life, but on your terms.

x , trust the multiverse, and trust yourself :  the multiverse knows what it’s doing, but so do you. trust that you’re aligned with everything you’re seeking and that everything you’re seeking is also seeking you. it’s not just about waiting for the stars to align. . . it’s about knowing that you are the one aligning them. believe that the shift is already happening, because it is. all you have to do is show up for it.

now, stop doubting and go.

pre-shift vibes

"your religion is evil!!!!"

they say as im picking flowers for aphrodite and asking her to enchant my favorite locket and perfume, humming and talking about my day.

“In all timelines, in all possibilities

Only you can show me this.”

arcane act 3 spoilers

my (depressing) headcannon is that sevika wouldn’t react after finding out about isha and jinx’s death.

she keeps on working through as zaun’s representative on piltover’s council and navigates her days like any other. like nothing’s wrong.

until like a week afterwards where the most minor inconvenience happens at her place— could be she drops her plate of food or there’s a loose screw in her mechanical arm. and it causes her to break down into heavy sobs alone in the middle of her living room.