“ it's your legacy now, caitlyn. “ ( an independent portrayal of tobias kiramman from arcane)

[ I’m going to sleep now, so this will be up until I wake up Since I can’t make an actual poll, like which account you’d want to see me make first (because yes, I’ll inevitably make both of them somehow ]

[ I keep thinking about how I need to use this account again. And whether or not I should bring my Tobias back/make a Cassandra acc 🤔 ]

[ been a few things going on lately, and just not felt the compulsion to do anything really. Look at my last repost tho. I love those two so fuckin much man. Might also bring back my tobias, maybe. ]

Mama's number 1. No matter what #arcane #CaitlynKiramman

[ my brain has been mush these past couple of days. let’s see if I can un-mush it soon 😅🫡 ]

the kiramman takes a rather forceful swing of her glass of whiskey before letting out an indignant scoff. “ goosey?! seriously? “ her eye would roll at that, brows raising and her tooth gap peeking out from under her slight scowl as she muttered “ you sisters and your questionable nicknames. “

she’s not finding this remotely funny, though she’s putting up with it for a certain brawler. “ aye aye, matey. “ you couldn’t get any more monotonous than she is right now.

there’s an exasperated huff before she drawls on “ all out, i’m afraid. “

[ I forgot I still need to write muse info and headcanons and stuff. Later. I cba to do it rn. Too hungry😞 ]

ok. headache forgotten. her head would whip around to the brawler as her brows furrowed in indignation, sputtering out her rather weak defence. “ i am /not/! “ a exasperated huff followed quickly after, blowing a strand of hair that hung in front of her face. “ /you/ are the one who has no —

she’s… having a glass of whiskey

[ as someone who unfortunately had only around 4 hrs of sleep last night, it’s nap time 😌 I’ll return later ]

as the heiress brought her tea to her lips, she couldn’t help the soft snicker that escaped. yes, the brawler is correct… but she’s earning an eye roll for the comment, anyway. “ it’s nothing really, just boring administrative work. both for the city and the kiramman house. “ she’d sigh before —

“ well, I’m glad someone enjoyed it. “ a huff of laughter would escape her lips as she let her hand fall, resting it back on the arm of the chair before turning to flash a tired yet mirthful glance over to the brawler. “ i’d love to believe you on that, but i’m afraid injustice never sleeps “

the ‘sharpshooter’ is massaging her temple, gaze fixed on the steaming cup of tea placed in front of her. her head hurts, again.

“ It doesn't matter where they hide, I'll find them. I always find them. “ ( an independent portrayal of hazal eyletmez from valorant )

—— open starters

spring. a time for growth. new beginnings… and other pretentious things. even with the heat of the sun, there was still a lingering chill to the air. sometimes it’d rain. the kind of rain that you didn’t mind getting caught in, not bitingly cold and uncomfortable like —

[ the last time i actually finished a digital piece was in 22, lol… I NEED to draw post act 3 cait tho. So hopefully I’ll force myself soon. Maybe the pure angst will spur me on ]

a bagel and tea sit forgotten on the side of her desk. forgive her, she’s got sidetracked with prodding around in the kiramman archives again.

[ ok. now sleepy time. it’s 4:30 ]

[ the ‘fantastic’ scene is still in my head. brain rot for real ]

[ me saying I love caitlyn vs me writing for caitlyn ]

the dust had settled. a stillness took over the two cities, paralysed by grief. all they had sacrificed, all they had lost. though it was peaceful, if not a little eerie… it would dissolve, eventually. predictably. the people of zaun have much to hold piltover accountable for. a —

[ I lied actually. I might write something in a bit that’s post act 3. You’ve been warned ]

[ Watched act 3. My head hurts from crying and I still feel sick. Great show… but wtf. I’ll see about being more active here tomorrow. I need time to fucking decompress. ]

[ can’t watch act 3 until later tonight and honestly the whole day has felt like this ]

[ maybe will become more active when act 3 is out, simply because I’ll have more of an idea of how to develop the story (in my own rambling way) when it finishes. It’s kinda hard to think of plot points for s2 cait when the season is still going 😅 ]

she’s still not entirely sure why she makes herself tea each day… she barely touches it. habit, most likely. though, the sensation of warmth against her digits has had some weird effect on her recently… it’s relaxing.

a nondescript garden. lacking in familiarity. a figure in the distance, sat elegantly watching as the flowers jostled in the slight wind… it was her mother. though her back was turned to her, caitlyn could tell it was her. she’d try to move forward, to go speak with —

[ Will likely be more active later tomorrow (well, today considering it’s nearly 1:30am) since I have to be up early for something. I’ll leave you with one of my starter-like drabbles from twt until then. ]

[ I’ve at least made this account now, need to do more set up and stuff, as well as for @dotingpatriarch.bsky.social . But 🫡👍 ]

—— basic information

“ I want to tear that laugh from her throat forever. “ ( an independent portrayal of caitlyn kiramman from arcane)