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Viktor & Ambessa - Arcane Concept Art by Victor Maury
"Here’s an image of Ambessa attempting to strike Perfect Viktor to test his strength, which I really wanted to draw manga-style for some reason. I don’t remember if this was thrown around as a “what if” during a script meeting or just a fever dream I had of my two designs for Season 2 getting to fight lol. I would pay good money to see Ambessa or Viktor fight anyone tbh 🤷🏻♂️"
decided to just drawthem with clothes on 🤦♀️
decided to just drawthem with clothes on 🤦♀️
Okay so just watched the new Jurassic Park movie and honestly I feel like ppl should ship the dad and Duncan bc he was out here fighting for those kids’ lives like they were his own
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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."
Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.
Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.
REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH
I need people to understand that Ambessa is not masculine. She is simply muscular. There is a difference. It is very clear in the show that this the case. If you want more lore, in Chosen of the Wolf it is very clear that she is the way she is, her body included, from being honed for war. Ambessa says it herself. This is exactly why she adores the softness in her husband Azizi and in her lover Rudo. It’s why she makes sure that Mel and Kino have a different childhood than she did. It is why that whenever she can she takes time out to enjoy luxuries and soft things. Ambessa makes sure to tell Rell that as well, because she knows what war can do to a person. At this point I’m gonna start assuming y’all are antiblack when you start masculinizing her. Yes, you can be masculine and feminine at the same time. They are not mutually exclusive, but this is not the case for Ambessa and it never has been. As I’ve said before: headcanons are fine but also stop to think about the very real implications some of them have on a character like Ambessa. Black women are already stripped of our femininity on the regular. Y’all do this across all platforms with Ambessa, and I will continue to call it out.
Yeah bc why would she wear a wedding dress at me and her's wedding if she were masc
I love Ambessa she’s such a complex and beautiful character, there’s so much about her that many people ignore on purpose, she isn’t just an awful character, she’s a scarred woman who thinks she’s doing what’s best for everyone and herself, she’s gone through so much, thinking it’s the best she can do, she gave up so much in her life, her story is so hurtful, whenever I think about her and her backstory my heart aches, she always holds back her own vulnerability and fear in order to keep up her image as a fearless, strong warlord
Your 2 in 1 coffee Vs My 2 in 1 coffee. ☕
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Sweet Revenge
Paring(s): Ambessa x afab! Reader
Warnings: Blood, ooc Ambessa?, rude ambessa, war? Idk
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The air was heavy with the stench of blood and smoke, thick enough to choke. Screams echoed through the chaos, desperate and sharp, cutting through the clash of steel. You didn’t need to look to know what it meant. Ambessa Medarda had come.
You always knew this day would come. The fragile peace between your city and her empire was just an illusion—a ceasefire at best. Your people spoke of your "victory" as a miracle, a symbol of hope. But deep down, you knew the truth. Ambessa didn’t lose. She regrouped.
And now she was back to finish what she’d started.
She stood in the wreckage of your home now, a living storm. Her frame was imposing, her presence suffocating. You were sprawled beneath her, battered, bleeding, the cold stone biting into your skin. Her hand was around your throat—not tight enough to kill, but enough to remind you that she could.
Her eyes bore into you, dark and unrelenting, anger flickering like flames behind them. But there was something else, too—something sharper, hungrier. Something that made your stomach twist.
“You’re pathetic,” she said, her voice low and smooth, cutting through the air like a blade. “Lying there, bleeding like a lamb awaiting slaughter. Where’s the fire you showed on the battlefield? Where’s the defiance?”
You coughed, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. Every muscle in your body screamed, but you forced yourself to look at her, your gaze steady despite the pain.
“Still here,” you rasped, your voice ragged but sharp. “Just taking a moment…to enjoy the irony. The great Ambessa Medarda, crawling back like a scorned lover.
Her lips twisted into a snarl, her grip tightening just enough to make your breath catch. “Watch your tongue,” she growled. “Or I’ll rip it out.”
“Do it,” you shot back, defiance flickering in your eyes. “It won’t make Mel hate you any less.”
Her reaction was immediate. Her jaw clenched, eyes widening slightly, her shoulders stiffened, and for a moment, her anger wavered, giving way to something raw.
“You don’t get to speak her name,” she hissed, her voice dangerously quiet. “Not after everything.”
You laughed weakly, the sound wet and bitter. “After everything? She came to me, Ambessa. After you shipped her off to Piltover.”
Her eyes darkened, the fury in them flashing brighter, but her hand trembled slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell you that your words had landed.
“She’s better than you,” you pressed on, each word costing you more strength than you had to spare. “She has a heart. Compassion. She’d be horrified by this.. by you.”
Her grip faltered, just for a moment. Her expression hardened, but there was something behind it now—something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Humanity is a weakness,” she said finally, her tone cold and flat.
“Then I’ll take weakness over being empty,” you whispered, your voice fading.
Her laugh was sharp and humorless, but it lacked the usual bite. She stared down at you, her chest rising and falling, her expression caught between fury and something else—something closer to regret.
“Damn you,” she muttered under her breath, almost too quiet to hear.
With a sharp growl, she stood, releasing you. Her soldiers stood at the edges of the room, waiting, their eyes darting between their warlord and your crumpled form.
“Take them,” she barked at one of the soldiers, “Alive.”
You barely registered the rough hands binding you, barely felt the searing pain as they dragged you away. The world was slipping into darkness, your vision blurring at the edges.
But even as the cold crept in, one thought burned in your mind: she hadn’t killed you.
And as long as you were alive, you still had a chance.
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Your thighs were already trembling by the time she pushed her hips forward, your soaked cunt meeting the slick heat of hers, both of you panting into each other’s mouths as she lined up your bodies.
And then she started moving.
Long, strong, perfectly timed rolls of her hips, grinding her slick folds against yours, your soaked clits catching on each other, making your whole body jolt.
You whimpered, head falling back, hands clawing at her back as she fucked you like it was war.
Your thighs shook. Your eyes rolled. Your moans were soft, so sweet and desperate, every breath a tiny little gasp of her name.
“Look at you,” she growled, “Making a mess on my cunt.”
Your hips met hers again, faster, harder, the lewd sound of slick skin against slick skin filling the tent as you both moved faster.
“Ambessa-” you sobbed, “I-I’m gonna--”
“Come for me,” she growled, one hand sliding down to hold your hip still, forcing your soaked cunt to grind just right against her own. “You've earned this, little one."
You shattered instantly, body locking tight, back arching as your orgasm tore through you with a cry of her name.
Ambessa didn’t stop.
She kept grinding, kept praising you.
And then she came, loud, shaking, muscles flexed.
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Hello guys this is my apology for coming back after 5 years ☺️ forgive me
the character i'm defending with my life ↴
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Help a Family in Need
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.
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Fanfics I've posted:
Ellie Bixler (Evil Dead Rise)
"A soft place to land"
Victoria Heyes (Terrfier)
"Here for you"
Short Stuff (coming soon..)
Ambessa Medarda (Arcane/LoL)
Sweet Revenge (coming soon..)
In the Middle (coming soon..)
Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil: Village)
In the Middle (coming soon..)
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Here for you
Pairing: Victoria Heyes x Reader
Gender isn't mentioned.
Warning: None (?)
Requested by: @dummywholikesfrogs
Note: hope you like it, i did not have a single idea on what to even write 😭
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The hospital room was unbearably sterile, its white walls and faint scent of antiseptic pressing down on you like a heavy weight. It had been two days since the attack, since the news of what had happened to Victoria had reached you. You hadn’t been able to sleep since. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the flashes of blood, the screams you hadn’t been there to stop, and Art’s face grinning from the shadows.
You took a deep breath outside her door, your trembling fingers gripping the handle. You weren’t sure if you could go in, not because you didn’t want to see her, but because you weren’t sure if you could hold yourself together. Victoria didn’t deserve this. No one deserved what she had been through.
With a sharp exhale, you pushed the door open.
The sight hit you harder than you expected.
Victoria lay on the bed, her face turned away from the door. The once-bright, confident young woman you had fallen in love with was now a shadow of herself. Bandages covered most of her face, the mangled, stitched-together flesh peeking out in patches where the doctors had done their best to repair the damage.
“Vicky…” you whispered, stepping in and closing the door quietly behind you.
She turned her head slightly at the sound of your voice, her one unbandaged eye meeting yours. Her lips - that were barely there - twitched upward in something that might have been a smile, but the effort seemed painful.
“Hey,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from disuse.
Your legs felt like jelly as you crossed the room to her bedside. You dropped into the chair beside her and reached for her uninjured hand. When she didn’t pull away, you gently cradled it in yours, your thumb brushing over her skin.
“I-” Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I’m so sorry, Vicky. God, I’m so sorry.”
She blinked slowly, the weight of exhaustion and trauma heavy in her expression. “It’s not your fault.”
“But I should have been there,” you said, the guilt gnawing at your insides. “I should have been with you, or—or I should’ve known something was wrong-”
“Stop.” Her voice was firm despite the rasp, and her grip tightened weakly around your hand. “You can’t blame yourself. You didn’t know.”
You shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek despite your best efforts to hold it together. “I just… I hate that this happened to you. You didn’t deserve this, Vicky. You didn’t deserve any of it.”
Her eye glistened, and for a moment, you thought she might cry, but she simply looked away, staring at the ceiling. “I don’t even know what I did to deserve it. He… he just picked me. I can’t stop thinking about it.” Her voice trembled, breaking at the edges. “Every time I close my eyes, I see him. That face. That smile. And I just… I don’t know if I’ll ever feel normal again.”
You stood abruptly, unable to sit still anymore. Pacing the small room, you ran your hands through your hair, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You will feel normal again. It’s going to take time, but we’ll get through this together. I promise you.”
She let out a weak, humorless laugh. “You say that now, but look at me. Look at what’s left of me. Who’s going to want this?”
You spun to face her, your heart breaking at the self-loathing in her voice. “I want you,” you said fiercely, returning to her side and kneeling so your face was level with hers. “I don’t care what’s happened to you, Vicky. I’m here because I love you. That hasn’t changed. It never will.”
Her expression softened, the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly. She searched your face for any hint of pity, but all she found was unwavering devotion.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
You leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. “You survived. That’s enough for me.”
The silence between you was heavy, but it was a shared weight now, not one she had to carry alone. You stayed with her until visiting hours were over, and even then, you lingered in the hallway, reluctant to leave her alone with her nightmares.
Victoria might have been broken, but you were determined to help her piece herself back together, no matter how long it took.
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