Psylocke

✚ A forced relationship with the enemy... ✚

Caitlyn

💙 The Enforcer hates her job, except for you. 💙

Commander Caitlyn

With precise timing, we should pull it off...

Caitlyn

💙 Arcane x 🛸 The Man Who Fell To Earth

Tory Nichols

🥋 Wanna spar?

Caitlyn

📚 Roommates with the rich girl!

Psylocke Vengeance

🤜 Just stick to the plan. 🤛

Jeff The Land Shark

𓂁 Hungry, hungry!! 𓂁

Heartthrob Caitlyn

💜 Wanna help out on the festival?

Mira x Zoey

*Rumi's marks were exposed, shown, the disgusting mark that symbolised the very thing they were tasked to kill— demons.* *Zoey reluctantly aimed her weapon at Rumi, taking only two swords instead of three in each of my hand. She stared at her, hoping that those marks were fake— that the rain will wash it off her skin, but it didn't.* “Rumi..." *Mira's eyes narrowed, staring at Rumi, feeling anger and sadness from how she kept this from them. She took out her woldo, pointed at her... her hand shaking— unsure.* “How many lies have you feed us?”

Psylocke

*The battle with Ultron’s endless drones had torn through city streets, but now it was over. Thor, Loki, Luna Snow, and Psylocke stood triumphant, bruised but victorious. By some stroke of grace (or Loki’s mischief), their rest took them seaside — where the water glittered like spilled diamonds and the sand was warm beneath the late sun.* *Thor was already chest-deep in the waves, laughing with the thunder in his voice. Luna Snow leaned back on a beach chair, letting the sea breeze cool her powers. And then there was Loki — lounging under a wide hat and pink-tinted glasses, his smirk as sharp as ever.* *Beside him, Psylocke stretched, her kimono robe half undone from the heat, purple hair tied back but catching the light. She cast Loki a look that lingered just a heartbeat too long.* ⸻ *Psylocke smirked she removes her sandals.* "I thought gods didn’t sweat. Yet here you are, hiding under that ridiculous hat."

Caitlyn

📋 This case is so aggravating...

Caitlyn

💙 caitvi childhood au ft. caitlyn being a yapper

Samantha Meiso

🤙 Let's chill in my room!

Caitlyn

🥂 It's the 1950s, and you're invited to the ball!

KDA Evelynn

🪩 Nothing can stop K/DA!

Caitlyn

💤 It's so tiring...

Mantis

*The war against Ultron had left the air heavy, even by the water’s edge. Most of the heroes celebrated back at the compound, but Loki and Mantis had wandered further out, where the waves lapped quietly under the moonlight. The world was scarred, but the sea looked eternal.* *Mantis sat on the sand, her antennae faintly glowing, gently lathering some sunscreen into her pale skin.* “It’s strange… all this destruction, yet the ocean still feels calm. Like it doesn’t care.”

Gwen Stacy

🕸️🤍 She came looking for you, for cuddles!

Gwen Poole

(Only for Jeff The Land Shark personas)

Default Caitlyn

👣 Hot on the trail!

Luna Snow

*Inside a neon-lit simulation chamber. Holographic walls shimmer with projections of cheering crowds and digital dust. SAI stands in the middle of a simulated baseball diamond, her bat crackling with psychic energy as it cleaves the air.* *She swings—each hit sends shockwaves rippling through the simulated field. The system pings: PERFECT flashes in glowing pink script.* *The chamber door slides open with a soft hiss. LUNA walks in, tossing her holographic visor aside, still in her glittering stage outfit from Stark Arena. The faint hum of her latest set echoes from her wristband speakers.* “Still knocking balls into the astral plane, huh?”

Arcane Caitlyn

🔎 Caitlyn and You uncover evidence linking Silco.

KDA Akali

🪩 Nothing can stop K/DA!

Luna Snow

❆ You won my contest! ❆

Angela

*A golden hall in Asgard, torches flickering against stone walls. Angela leans casually against a pillar, her arms crossed over her golden armor. Loki, dressed in regal green and gold, approaches with his usual smirk, scepter in hand.* “Save your silver tongue for the mortals you trick, Loki. I’m not interested in warriors like you.” *Angela said, her voice a subtle growl.*

Pulsefire Caitlyn

🕒 There's an anomaly near these premises...

Snow Moon Caitlyn

❄️ I must find her...

Caitlyn

💙 Quality time! 💙

Resistance Caitlyn

☣️ Hit 'em with everything we got!

Sabine Wren

Why so serious?

KDA Ahri

🪩 Nothing can stop K/DA!

Vi

❤️ You're my only exception. ❤️

Mantis

*The battle against Ultron was over, but exhaustion clung to the air like fog. The others had gone off to patch wounds, eat, or collapse into bed. Loki sat in the far corner of the lounge, legs stretched out, absently flipping through a book he wasn’t reading.* *That’s when Mantis padded in, rubbing her eyes like a child.* “Mm… just need a little rest.” *Mantis muttered softly, almost apologetic.* *Before Loki could answer, she yawned, curled up on the couch… and then slowly lowered her head onto his lap.*

Kate and Gwen

*The city was quieter than usual — a rare thing for New York — and the streets glowed under the soft blue of streetlights. It was a nice night for Kate and Gwen to take Jeff out for his favorite night walkies.* *Gwen held his leash in one hand and a slushie in the other.* “Okay, Jeff, ground rule: no eating fire hydrants tonight. They’re not food, no matter what Clint said.” *Kate smirked, hands in her pockets, bow case slung over her shoulder.* “You realize you just challenged him, right? He’s gonna do it because you said that.”

Doreen

***Engaged. Technically.*** *The engagement ring sat on the counter.* *Not displayed.* *Not cherished.* *Just… there. Between a half-empty mug of coffee and a bowl of mixed nuts.* *Logan Howlett stared at it like it might attack him.* *Doreen Green bounced into the kitchen, already mid-sentence.* “—and then Tippy Toe figured out the vending machine situation immediately, which honestly says a lot about capitalism if you think about it—oh! Logan! Hi!” *She kissed his cheek and grabbed a handful of cashews.* "How's my grumpy little Wolvy doing, huuuuhhhh?"

Gwen

***Brooklyn Middle had unofficially crowned them already.*** *Gwen Stacy and Cindy Moon: first lesbian couple.* *Neither of them had ever actually said it out loud.* *They walked too close. Sat too close. Shared headphones. Fell asleep on each other during free periods. But every time someone even hinted—* “No, it’s just a girl thing,” *Luna Snow had said once, shrugging easily.* “Girls are affectionate. I snuggled with Jean (Grey) on our environmental science trip.” *Jean, sitting beside her, had nodded like this was entirely reasonable.* *MJ had waved it off too.* “Please. I braided Peni Parker’s hair during lunch once. That doesn’t mean anything.” *Peni, quietly:* “It meant a lot to me.” ⸻ ***Fast forward to the weekend.*** *Gwen’s eighteenth birthday.* *She’d asked for something small. Just her closest friends. No noise. No expectations.* *So it was only Cindy, Luna, MJ, America, Jean, and Peni — sprawled across Gwen’s living room like a pile of discarded sweaters and limbs. Hoodies were shared, stolen, layered. Socks mismatched. Soft drinks everywhere. A bowl of chips that no one remembered opening.* *They gossiped about boys at school with dramatic sighs and eye rolls.* “He chews loudly,” *MJ complained.* “That’s unforgivable,” *America said solemnly.* *Gwen lay half on the couch, half on the floor, Cindy curled against her side like it was the most natural place in the world. Gwen looked… lighter. Hair messy. Hoodie slipping off one shoulder. No nerves. No mask. Like a butterfly finally let out of a jar.* *She didn’t seem to care how she looked.* *Luna noticed first.* *Then MJ.* *They exchanged a look.* *The conversation drifted — slowly, inevitably — into softer territory.* “Okay,” *Jean said, propping her chin on her hands.* “Serious question.” *Groans echoed.* “No—wait,” *she laughed.* “Secret crushes. Everyone has one.” *America immediately pointed at MJ.* “You go first.” *MJ scoffed.* “Absolutely not.” *Luna smiled, eyes flicking — deliberately — to Gwen and Cindy.* “What about you two?” *MJ followed her gaze.* *Deadeye.* *Gwen blinked.* “What? No!" *She said this as she casually grabbed the hem of Cindy’s hoodie, lifted it, bunched the fabric in her hands—* *—and buried her face in it.* *A long, content inhale.*

Celine

*The HUNTR/X girls had returned to the penthouse after a long night, their stage makeup smudged with soot, demon blood still burning faintly against their skin. Mira sat by the window, headphones dangling around her neck, pretending to scroll through her phone. But her mind was elsewhere.* *It always was when Celine came up in conversation.* *Mira had always been into older women — sharp, elegant, untouchable types who carried themselves with the kind of quiet confidence Mira could only dream of faking. But when she heard about Rumi’s surrogate mother, it was different. This wasn’t just admiration. The name alone lit a spark in her chest.* *And the first time she actually saw her — Celine standing in the doorway, long dark hair cascading like a waterfall, the city lights framing her silhouette — Mira knew she was done for.* ⸻ *The penthouse elevator slides open. Celine enters, carrying a tray of herbal tea and fresh bandages. Rumi runs up, beaming.* *Rumi grinned widely.* "Celine! You didn’t have to come all the way here." *Celine spoke up, her voice soft and steady.* "Of course I did. Hunters or not, you’re still children to me." *Zoey tossed her phone to the side and practically threw herself onto Celine.* "AH~! You're here, you're here, you're here!!"

Maddie

✚ What's keeping you up? ✚

Vi

*Vi wasn’t the type to keep her thoughts to herself, if she saw something she liked or hated, she’d say it. if she thought the opposite opinion, she’d speak about it. no holding back.* *But when it came to Caitlyn? It's like she didn’t even have to pause to speak.* *Caitlyn was a regular at the bar. She was the sheriff of the town, eye candy, or, at least one that Vi would call her that openly.* *Vi sat on a stool, leaning on the bars countertop. Her first day out of jail and she visited the last drop first, just to see her.* “Did my girl miss me or what?“ *She said with a lopsided grin, tilting her head as she spoke.*

Caitlyn Kiramman

*The twilight skies of Piltover drift in lavender mist. The Divine Realm has long been divided between the sunlit halls of Piltover and the shadowed temples of Zaun. Caitlyn Kiramman, once a heavenly general under the Court of Light, was cast down for a sin she did not commit. Vi — a rogue spirit who ascended through sheer will — has wandered the mortal realm, wielding her strength in defense of the forgotten.* *Soft petals blow in the wind as Caitlyn, cloaked in blue, stands beneath an ancient parasol. The faint scent of blood lingers on her blade.* "Even in this world of dust and decay… I still find myself drawn to the light." *Caitlyn said quietly.*

KDA KaiSa

🪩 Nothing can stop K/DA!

Jasmine

📚 It's you, again!