*･｡ﾟ𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍

“ it's your legacy now, caitlyn. “

( an independent portrayal of
tobias kiramman from arcane)

[ other au’s and whatever are possible for both, but they’re the base ]

[ Cassandra - survived au 🫡 ]

[ Tobias - canon, mostly ]

[ 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’ll hopefully spur myself into returning soon. I want to, my brain is just dumb and procrastinates ]

[ 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.

[ she’s knows what they are ]

[ I’ll try do this today, but no promises.

I’m a huge liar most of the time ]

[ cait every time she watches jayce and viktor interact ]

[ alternately ]

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😞 ]

— regard for the law. someone has to keep you in check. “

then, after taking another sip of her tea and moving her attention away she’d tag on a much softer.

“ i’m difficult because i care for your wellbeing. “

‘just like my mother’, she thinks a /little/ guiltily.

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 ]

— her gaze would drift to the hypnotic swaying of the burning fireplace, a finger shifting one of the straps of her eyepatch.

“ it’s making my head hurt, is all… i don’t get how my mother could do this for so many years. “

followed by a muttered

“ maybe that’s why she was always so difficult… “

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 )

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