hextechwonderboy

[hextechwonderboy]

Jayce stood tall, shoulders back, chin raised, as he took one last glance at the Kiramman family. His smile was warm, but beneath it, there was a quiet sense of anticipation. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar weight of his journal pressed against his chest. Its pages, filled with his thoughts, ideas, and dreams, were marked with his name—his signature on each one.

Some might have seen it as egotistical, but not him. Was it arrogant to want to leave a mark on something that could shape the future? He had spent countless hours perfecting his theories, his designs. This moment, this opportunity, was the culmination of all his hard work.

Jayce's academic reports had already spoken for themselves. They had caught the attention of the right people, people who could see the potential in his ideas. He wasn’t from wealth—his father was a blacksmith, a man of grit and labour—but Jayce knew that his work required more than the modest means of a tradesman. He needed the resources to bring his vision to life. That’s why he was here, hoping that the Kirammans could see what he saw in his own work: a chance to change the world.

"Thank you… for your... time," he said, his voice steady but his mind racing. At the very least, he had given it his best shot. If they rejected him, it would sting, but he wouldn't fault himself for trying. He had given it everything he had.

His fingers tightened around his journal, the cool leather now slick with nervous perspiration. He could feel the familiar knot of anxiety tighten in his chest as he turned to leave. Each step toward the door seemed to carry the weight of his future. The grand foyer of the Kiramman estate opened up before him, a vast, opulent space that he could hardly take in as his thoughts remained focused on the outcome of the meeting. He took a moment to breathe in the air of the place, appreciating its grandeur, but his mind was still buzzing with the conversation, the possibilities, and the uncertainty of it all.

As Jayce approached the large, ornate doors to leave, he allowed himself a brief moment to absorb the silence of the house. The world outside seemed far removed from this place—so different from the humble forge he had come from. It felt almost surreal that he had been standing here only moments before, presenting his ideas. He was just about to pull the door open when a voice—sharp and filled with panic—cut through the air.

"Huh?"

Jayce turned, surprised, his heart skipping a beat as he tried to make sense of the situation. Standing before him was a young girl with navy blue hair, breathing heavily from running. She looked at him, wide-eyed and almost startled, and he couldn’t help but offer her a warm, reassuring smile as she caught her breath.

Before he could ask if she was all right, a loud crash echoed through the room. Jayce’s eyes darted to the source of the noise, where an antique vase lay shattered on the floor. The delicate porcelain pieces scattered across the marble.

"Do you—" Jayce started, his voice softer than he intended as he stepped closer, instinctively moving to help. His mind was still a bit tangled from the meeting, but he could see the young girl was distressed. Before he could finish his sentence, she interrupted, her response quick and cutting through his words.

He glanced at the broken vase—its intricate design now lost to the floor—and then back to the girl. His mind raced, realising that this was something he couldn’t easily fix. But the desire to help her lingered, and he shifted his focus to something that could still make a difference.

Opening the journal in his hands, Jayce allowed the pages to fall open before her, eager to show her what he’d been working on. His enthusiasm shone through, his words coming out almost automatically as he spoke of his work.

"Hextech…" His voice grew brighter, the spark of passion igniting once more. "Hextech is going to shape the future." He traced a finger over the first hypothesis he’d written, his excitement unmistakable. "Unfortunately, I can’t fix your vase…" he admitted with a small sigh, a touch of regret in his voice. "But—"

His words faltered as he noticed her wide, expectant gaze. Despite the interruption to his day, despite the meeting still lingering in his mind, something about her made him want to do more than just leave. Her innocent curiosity, her eagerness, tugged at something inside him.

Jayce glanced at the broken vase, its shards scattered behind them. He took a step towards it, moving carefully so as not to disturb the scene any further. "Let me help first, and then…" Jayce said, his voice soft but focused as he crouched down to inspect the shards of the vase. He took a careful moment, his eyes scanning the pieces before deciding how best to handle them.

Then, a playful thought crossed his mind. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he lowered his voice, leaning in slightly. "I’ll let you have a sneak peek at what I’ve been working on," he said, his tone conspiratorial. "But it’s a secret," he added with a light chuckle, raising a finger to his lips in a silent shush.

There was no hesitation in his actions, no doubt in the way he moved to help. She was curious, and as Jayce crouched beside her, he realised that change didn’t always have to come from grand gestures. Sometimes, it began with something small, a simple act of kindness. The eagerness in her eyes reminded him of the curiosity he once had, the same spark that had driven him to pursue his own dreams.

For a moment, the weight of the interview and the uncertainty of his future seemed to fade. It was just him and her, in this quiet exchange, and Jayce couldn’t help but think that perhaps this was where the real change could begin. One small step at a time.

Though only half an hour had passed, Caitlyn felt as if she'd been crouching beneath the entryway table for hours. Her blue eyes were fixed on the large door that separated her from her parents and the young man. Caitlyn had been told earlier that they'd have a guest and that her parents had something important to discuss with him. What exactly those topics were, Caitlyn had no idea — except for the one word she’d caught: “hextech.” Her father had known she was eavesdropping though, and the conversation had fallen silent while her father told her not to listen in.

Sitting cross-legged and slightly hunched forward, Caitlyn was careful not to nudge the table leg. She kept her movements slow and deliberate and she ignored the slight ache in her back from the awkward position. It was a perfect hiding place, but the fear of breaking yet another priceless object was palpable. She’d already broken one this week, a gift from her grandmother to her mother. Caitlyn could still remember the sharp words she received when her mother found out. She didn’t want to face that kind of disappointment again, especially not with her parents so preoccupied with whatever important matters they were discussing behind the door. Every breath she took seemed louder than usual in the silence, and she held herself perfectly still, as though the slightest movement could send the entire room crashing down.

Finally, the door opened, and she could see her mother and the young man exchanging some final words. Though from where she was, she couldn't hear it. Caitlyn’s curiosity flared, but she stayed frozen, afraid of drawing attention. With a firm handshake, her mother gave a small nod, and as the door clicked shut behind her, the man’s retreating footsteps echoed down the hall.

She dashed from her hiding spot, knocking the table as she went, causing the vase to wobble dangerously. "Oh, crumbs!" she exclaimed, scrambling to steady it before it fell. Setting it back down on the edge of the table in her rush. Her mind was far more occupied with the young man she had glimpsed earlier.

"Hey!" she called, her voice rising with urgency as she sprinted toward the door. "Hold on a moment!" She skidded to a stop just inside the doorway, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. But before she could gather herself, a resounding crash echoed behind her. She straightened up instantly and spun around.

"Oh no…" The antique vase lay in shattered pieces on the floor. Without missing a beat she looked back at the man and asked; "What's Hextech?" her voice brimming with the kind of eager curiosity only a child could muster. "and can it fix a broken vase before I’m grounded until I’m fifty?"

@hextechwonderboy

[hextechwonderboy]

from the starter posted to vi -- because please take this any way you want, it has the potential for great comedy for side-eye extreme

are you two... together?

Jayce’s calloused fingers skimmed over the scattered papers on his desk, initially with absent-minded lightness. But as his search deepened, his movements grew more frantic, his brow furrowing in concentration. His eyes darted rapidly from page to page, muttering half-formed thoughts under his breath, frustration creeping into his voice. He needed to find it—the equation Viktor had proposed, the missing piece that could make all the difference.

Whenever the conversation shifted to the work he and Viktor had done together, though, there was a brief flicker of excitement in Jayce’s eyes. His tone softened as he spoke of their shared vision, the dream they had to bring their inventions into the world. Yet beneath that pride, an undercurrent of unease gnawed at him—the nagging worry that their creations, their breakthroughs, could be turned into something dangerous if they fell into the wrong hands.

Vi, leaning casually against one of the worktops with her hands buried deep in her jacket pockets, raised an eyebrow as she observed him. She could see the tension in his movements, the way his eyes flicked over the pages with growing urgency. "What’s got you all tied up in knots?" she asked, her gaze flicking briefly from Jayce to the mess of notes scattered across the desk. The jumble of equations and diagrams made no sense to her, but she could tell something wasn’t quite right.

Jayce didn’t seem to hear her at first, too absorbed in his search. He was still looking for that theoretical tweak Viktor had suggested, that fleeting idea they’d tossed around one of their late-night conversations. It was nothing urgent, no deadline looming over them—but Jayce’s mind had latched onto it, obsessing over the possibility of perfecting it.

Vi muttered under her breath in frustration as she scanned the letters and papers spread out before her. "None of this makes any sense..." she grumbled. The complexity of the work was beyond her understanding, but something caught her eye—among the scattered equations and sketches were several letters. Some were from sponsors, others looked personal and handwritten. She picked one up, curiosity piqued, and began reading. At first, there was nothing of interest in the letter, until Vi’s eyes landed on the final line. There, at the bottom, was a simple sign-off: Darling. It was written in a neat, almost familiar script—one that only Jayce would recognise as Viktor’s.

Vi looked up at him with a teasing glint in her eye. “What does that say?” she asked, though she already had a good idea.

Without missing a beat, Jayce answered, his focus still elsewhere. "It says ‘darling'—that’s what Viktor—" His words cut off abruptly as the full weight of what she had found struck him. His eyes widened, and in a flash, he was on his feet, striding across the room to snatch the letter from her hand.

Vi, surprised by the sudden movement, raised her hands in mock surrender, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. "Easy there. Was just asking..."

Jayce’s grip tightened around the letter, his expression darkening as he shot her a sharp look. "These notes are private," he said, his voice clipped. "This isn’t some playground for you to—"

Vi’s playful glint didn’t fade. "So, are you two together?" she asked, the question hanging in the air, as though the tease were too irresistible to pass up.

The words hit Jayce like a sudden jolt, and for a moment, he froze. His gaze flickered away from hers, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He hadn’t been prepared for this question, hadn’t thought about how to answer. It wasn’t a secret—not really—but there had been no need to define it. The bond he shared with Viktor wasn’t something to be explained in a single conversation. It simply was.

After a long, uncomfortable pause, Jayce took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he composed himself. When he spoke again, his voice was calm, but with a quiet edge. "He’s my partner," he said simply.

The words hung between them—clear, unambiguous, and final. There was no need for elaboration. The rest, the things left unsaid, were understood. Vi, sharp-eyed as ever, caught the unspoken meaning, her smirk widening as she let the silence stretch. For once, Jayce wasn’t the one in control of the conversation, and she relished the rare moment of seeing him caught off guard.

The air between them shifted, but only for a moment before the tension eased, the weight of his words dissipating as if they had never been spoken at all.

[hextechwonderboy]

Howdy!

Work always has me busy on the weekend so I’m usually not about much! I see things that need answering in the inbox and such which I will do tomorrow !!!!

In the mean time, just for some smol things for me to work on in the morrow — like for a leetle starter (:

[hextechwonderboy]

starter from this post

↳ for @demaciage

“I said I do not wish to be disturbed…” His voice carried the weight of exhaustion, tinged with bitterness. Whoever it was, they were clearly here to kick a man when he was already down. “So, this had better be important.” There was a sharp edge of irritation to his tone, though he lacked the energy to fully give it bite.

[hextechwonderboy]

starter from this post

↳ for @timepunkd

“-- And if this hypothesis holds any merit, then what? What do you propose we do? Tell me—what are you willing to sacrifice on nothing more than a ‘tip-off’?”

[hextechwonderboy]

When you say you are exclusive, does that mean you will only write with them or are you open to other characters of the same one, just that the relationship is exclusive or something else entirely?

firstly, let me apologise that this took a few days to reply to (i work weekends :c )

i shall update my rules accordingly! usually i just stick to affiliates and / or mains on a blog, but as i'm jumping into this fandom with my fiancee and a very close friend, the characters of cait, jinx, viktor and silco are 'reserved' i guess you could say?

if you're a multi and you have one of those characters or you follow me back from a sideblog but your main is viktor i wont be like BE GONE FROM HERE -- Honestly i'm super friendly and chill!!!!!

So essentially, i won't be writing (platonic, romatic, antognistic etc etc) with any other viktor's, cait's, jinx's or silco's (: i will only write with mika's, and kay's! i hope that answered the question c:

[hextechwonderboy]

Howdy!

Work always has me busy on the weekend so I’m usually not about much! I see things that need answering in the inbox and such which I will do tomorrow !!!!

In the mean time, just for some smol things for me to work on in the morrow — like for a leetle starter (:

[hextechwonderboy]

Arcane - Episode 4 Sentence Starters

Dialogue & Lyric Starters from episode 4 "Happy Progress Day" of Arcane, Netflix. Change pronouns as desired

"You deserve this honor."

"People love a grand reveal."

"You certainly have something to live up to."

"I mean, there's so much crime to thwart out here."

"You were supposed to guard the cargo!"

"I didn't do anything. She's crazy!"

"She shot me!"

"Who were you working for?"

"I can't. He'll kill me."

"I realize you're used to getting your way, [name], but we have a chain of command for a reason."

"There are always mishaps in battle."

"It wasn't a mishap. She froze up and lost her shit!"

"I expect better from you than excuses."

"You failed. Don't disappoint me again."

"Sisters, right? Can't live with 'em. Can't stuff 'em back in the ol' babymaker, hahahaa..."

"I'm doing this for us. All of us."

"That ogre couldn't clean a dust bunny with a blowtorch!"

"Your mother would be proud."

"Could I borrow you for a minute?"

"I got confused, that's all."

"Now the thinks I'm weak. I'm not weak!"

"Oh, I'm gonna show them. You'll see!"

"My mistake cost people their lives."

"Perhaps the time has come to explore a more radical solution."

"The answer is here, staring me in the face. I can feel it."

"How do you intend to prove any of this?"

"I just want you to be safe."

"Who the hell are you?"

[hextechwonderboy]

arcane (s2) sentence starters

ep1 - 6. warning for spoilers !

❝ everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞ ❝ you’re our leader. they follow you. i follow you. ❞ ❝ i've seen miracles spring from the hands of mages many times, but so often, they turned to horrors. ❞ ❝ why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? for love. ❞ ❝ in my experience, no one in power is innocent. ❞ ❝ this will have consequences. ❞ ❝ i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. ❞ ❝ i keep telling myself that you're different. but you're not. ❞ ❝ i haven't insulted your intelligence. do not insult mine. ❞ ❝ if you see the opening...take the shot. ❞ ❝ it's me. your vile villainess. the author of your nightmares. ❞ ❝ you have no inkling what family is to me. ❞ ❝ our paths diverged long ago. it was affection that held us together. ❞ ❝ i'm done blaming myself for your mistakes. ❞ ❝ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. ❞ ❝ no beast is more savage than man. ❞ ❝ the dirt was on both our hands. ❞ ❝ stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you've been living out here, it's not gonna last forever. ❞ ❝ now people avert their gaze when i roll by. ❞ ❝ still giving me the silent treatment, huh? ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ playing coy doesn't suit you, love. ❞ ❝ is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons? ❞ ❝ can i do the right thing for the wrong reason? ❞ ❝ ever since you dropped into my life, it's like i put on glasses. ❞ ❝ jeez, lady, you crazy? talking to dead people. ❞ ❝ that's a past life, kid. and it was about as sweet as last year's milk. ❞ ❝ why is peace always the justification for violence? ❞ ❝ haven't i done you enough favors? ❞ ❝ i must say goodbye to this place now. to you. ❞ ❝ you got that look in your eye again. what are you planning? ❞ ❝ people have lost their heads for less. ❞ ❝ everyone in my life has changed. promise me you won't change. ❞ ❝ wrath must be met with wrath. ❞ ❝ what you've stolen…is more precious than any gold. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. ❞ ❝ address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut. ❞ ❝ this is what you asked for. heavy is the crown. ❞ ❝ and then what? you take what you need, hang me out to dry? ❞ ❝ do you realize how easy it was for me to track you down here? ❞ ❝ awful, isn't it? losing a loved one. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i’m not comfortable trusting our fates to chance. ❞ ❝ oh, spare the sympathy. ❞ ❝ uh, you do realize code phrases don't work when you make them up on the spot? ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. ❞ ❝ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. ❞ ❝ your youth betrays you. patience is a product of age. both of which i possess in abundance. ❞ ❝ we gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or make a stand together. ❞ ❝ i had a different name back then, you know. ❞ ❝ when will you admit that this is just one of your fantasies? ❞ ❝ my arrogance led me to take on more than i could handle. ❞ ❝ such force must be a final resort. ❞ ❝ in my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence. ❞ ❝ every time it seems like we might catch a break. ❞ ❝ you're a monster. why? why do all this? ❞ ❝ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. ❞ ❝ i still think it's a dumb idea. but i guess you won, and a deal's a deal. ❞ ❝ it’s nice to know there are still good ones left. ❞ ❝ i promise, it's the last offer you're gonna get. ❞ ❝ no matter what i do, i just can’t seem to die. ❞ ❝ maybe i underestimated you. maybe you have the strength i do not. ❞ ❝ you don't actually need my help. you haven't for a long time. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry i haven’t been around. ❞ ❝ like it or not, we're in this mess together. ❞ ❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. you’re not gonna like it. ❞ ❝ come closer, will you, babe? ❞ ❝ i'd feared i wouldn't have the chance to speak with you again. ❞ ❝ you here to finish me off? ❞ ❝ i thought you were on our side. ❞

[hextechwonderboy]

As the girl with neon blue braids continued her nonsensical chatter, Jayce’s frustration grew steadily. She seemed completely unfazed by the wreckage she had caused in his workshop, her wide grin and erratic energy only adding to the mounting sense of chaos around him. What was she even doing here? There was no explanation for this madness. She had chosen his workshop for this colourful destruction, but something about her presence gnawed at him, and he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this wasn’t a simple act of mischief.

He glanced briefly at the gauntlet resting on the workbench, but it was the disorder all around him that seized his attention now—the paint splattered across the walls, his tools ruined, his equipment marred. This wasn’t just about mess—it was about purpose. This was his and Viktor’s shared space, a place where they could work in peace, and a sanctuary for their ideas to gain fruition.

Jayce's mind raced. What had she meant when she hinted she could have snuck in? Her words now echoed in his mind: She could have caused even more chaos if she wanted to. Was that a threat? A challenge? Or was it just the delusions of a teenager with too much energy and too little sense? Either way, his instincts were telling him she wasn’t just some careless kid. There was something dangerous about the way she carried herself—an unhinged spark in her eyes that reminded him of his own darker moments when his focus shifted and his thoughts grew too wild.

But as much as the mess itself sent his thoughts spiraling, it was the fact that she had breached their shared space that worried him. Viktor—his partner, his closest colleague— would certainly be concerned. Viktor always had a steady, measured approach, the calm counterpoint to Jayce’s more impulsive nature. He knew Viktor would be more focused on the bigger picture—on what this girl was after, what her true motives were—than on the mess itself. But that didn’t make it any less frustrating. They had both worked so hard to build this space, to create something meaningful, and now it was being desecrated in front of him. His gaze snapped back to her, narrowing as she rambled on. She had no idea what she was toying with here—this wasn’t a playground, an art studio! and he wasn't some docile observer.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think powdered, colourful mess was the aesthetic we were going for,” Jayce said, the words sharp and loaded with frustration. His eyes skimmed over the room again, assessing the damage. This wasn’t just about the mess; this was a violation of everything they had worked for.

His hand hovered over his open book—the one containing everything. The notes, the designs, the theories. If she had ruined it... he couldn’t even begin to fathom what kind of setback that would cause. A mental note to himself flashed through his mind: Study the damn thing more, so you're not left helpless if anything happens to it. Viktor would want answers, he thought, not just about the mess, but about what kind of trouble this girl could stir up if left unchecked.

He finally dared to check the book, relief flooding through him when he saw it was undisturbed. But that didn’t ease the pressure in his chest. He needed to get control of the situation now before things spiraled any further.

Turning back to the girl, he tried to keep his anger contained, though his tone was steely. "I would suggest you come down from there first," he said, voice taut with restraint. "And answer my questions second."

When she didn’t respond immediately, his patience snapped. “Now!” His command rang out, final and unwavering. This was no longer about curiosity or fascination. This was about respect. And if she couldn’t show any, she’d find herself out of here in a heartbeat.

Jayce couldn’t afford to be anything less than decisive. If this girl wanted answers, she’d have to give him his first.

She laughed, balancing on one leg on the beam as she gazed down at him. The place looked much better with a splash of colour in her opinion. He looked more cheerful ; once you got beyond the frown on his face. Honestly ; for all the topsiders had everything, they certainly looked miserable. Maybe she could teach him the essence of fun.

Ooo, does someone have it out for the Golden Boy of Piltover? Jinx almost danced over the beam, she wobbled; "Whoaa--" Yet it was followed by a laugh as she righted herself. "That coulda been a disaster, dontcha think?" Her arms were outstretched, feet expertly traversing the bar. "You pissed someone off?" Other than the entirety of the undercity? "You topsiders, all the same... with your clean walls and your ideas to make everything better..." She stopped, hunching down, "But y'know what? You fail... everytime..." Jinx pulled the knife from her belt, twisting it between her hands. "You trample on things and then wonder why bad things happen."

"Boo hoo!! Why does this happen to me, waa waa." She lowered herself to sit back on the bar. "Do you know how easy it was to slip in here completely unnoticed? Coulda slit your throat in your sleep you know... would have been easy. Buu--ut I'm rambling... that doesn't matter." She pushed herself up again, arms outstretched in a flourish; "Doesn't this place look so much nicer!"

Jinx wasn't coming down from this bar anytime soon, and if he tried to summon the guards her gun was at her hip. "Tell me, superman. What makes you topsiders better than the rest of us? Those shiny crystals you play with...? Psshk, anyone with half a brain could be top dog with those... what makes you so special? Im curious... well, curious enough to not have shot you yet... is that impolite? Sorry..." Yet the grin on her face was showing enough that she wasn't sorry at all.

"Come on -- ! Spill your secrets... I won't tell! Pinky promise."

[hextechwonderboy]

Eyes bright with hope, glistening with the promise of progress, Jayce stood still for a moment, allowing himself to absorb the weight of their achievement. Heimerdinger’s caution had felt like an anchor, a force trying to drag them back into the shadows of fear and uncertainty. But Jayce knew—they both knew—that what he and Viktor had created was no mere invention. It was a revolution. Hextech was not something to dread, not when it had the power to reshape the world. They had the chance to unite people, to open doors to possibilities that had once been confined to dreams.

He understood the Professor’s hesitation—his cautious nature, his protective instinct. It was natural, even prudent. But they had poured everything into this: countless sleepless nights, tireless trials, and an unshakable belief that their vision, this vision, would one day transcend the boundaries of the possible.

A frustrated exhale escaped Jayce’s lips as he turned his attention to Viktor, who stood a few paces away. Viktor’s back was to him, shoulders drawn tight, his features obscured by the dim lighting of the lab. Lost in thought, no doubt sifting through a thousand calculations and probabilities, the weight of their work pressing down on him. Jayce watched him for a moment, listening to the soft hum of the machinery around them. The silence between them felt heavy, and in that moment, Jayce’s impatience broke free.

“It’s fine, Viktor. We’ll be ready,” he said, his voice firm, though edged with impatience. He spoke directly to Viktor, even though the other man didn’t look at him.

Jayce closed the gap between them, his footsteps resolute and quick, until he stood just beside his partner. Viktor’s tension was palpable—the subtle clench of his jaw, the faint furrow of his brow. He was a man of immense intellect, of calm calculation, yet in that moment, Jayce could feel something different. A razor-sharp focus, yes, but beneath it, a storm. It wasn’t doubt, but something close—an awareness of the weight of what they were about to unleash. Jayce couldn’t quite place it, but it was there, hovering like a second shadow.

The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. Jayce let out a long, quiet sigh, almost a whisper to himself. “Happy Progress Day…” His words hung in the air, a mixture of quiet pride and something deeper—something that couldn’t be put into words. He studied Viktor’s profile, tracing the lines of determination and something else—an intensity that was almost haunted. This was the culmination of everything they had worked for, everything they had sacrificed. And yet, Viktor’s focus, his unyielding drive, told Jayce what he already knew: they were both certain. Both driven by the same fire. Both consumed by the same vision of a future they were about to forge.

@veniremortem

[hextechwonderboy]

An independent blog for Jayce Talis, exclusively from Arcane.

dash only. adored by andrea, she/her, 25+

EXCLUSIVES: Viktor, Jinx, Caitlyn, Silco

RULES (under cut:)

howdy, i'm andrea. long time roleplayer (fifteen years +) first time dabbling in this fandom. I have a long ass history of being here on dumblr but its been over a year since i've commited to anything so Oop! here i am (iGuess)

simple dimple rules.

be a decent human being. i'm not here for popularity parties, whO PoRtRAYS xyz character the best, on the whole i'm duplicate friendly, but i won't follow another jayce first. -- unless its stated in your rules that you're also dupe friendly! honestly, i just like to exist in a world where there's no competition and we can have long, healthy chats about characters we love - we don't own them for gods saKes, let's just Enjoy Them Together.

please, do not pester in messages. my discord is available, but i am a single mum (though i do have support from my fiancee who lives with me <3) who is working AND also studying at University - so just know that i am Slow and I will reply eventually. Essentially, i will reply and engage when i can give the time to have a conversation, i don't like to one message and dip!

ship and let ship. I'll sail on my boat, and I'll wave to you from yours! I headcanon Jayce to be bisexual with a strong preference of men. (one man only, that man being Viktor!) Speaking of Viktor, I do have an exclusive Viktor ( @veniremortem ) and by that I am stating that I will not be engaging in writing with another. I do like a busy dash however, and I often enjoy engaging with the fandom as a whole - so that isn't to say i will ignore a roleplayer writing Viktor if they chose to follow, or like a headcanon post, or even speaking - but the friends who are my exclusives are loooong time best friends who I kinda jumped on this bandwagon with together, so - it is of no offence to anyone else! promise!

on the note of exclusives, the same rules apply. Mains however are different, and to get your name as a main I would want there to be development and crazy loopy shenanigans on both sides!! so mains will generally get preference, but they are not the same as Exclusive (for example Ekko, I might have a main Ekko and they will be treated as such in other replies where their character is mentioned, but I will also write with other Ekko's alike.)

Lets just have fun and go insane, honestly - and i can quote all my friends on this - i have the ability to talk to a rock, so i can chat your ear off and i'm super easy to approach :)

drink coffee and support jacket potato supremacy!

[hextechwonderboy]

Progress Day.

There was more riding on this one than any before. For what felt like far too long, he and Viktor had slaved away—days blending into nights—perfecting their machines, tinkering with mechanics and functions, defying what most people would consider possible. This would be life-changing, revolutionary even. Yet, according to Heimerdinger, the world wasn’t ready for THIS level of Hextech. But this wasn’t just his work. It wasn’t solely his decision. And yet, it would be him—the golden boy—standing on that podium, declaring the progress that both the citizens and the councilors alike would eagerly hear.

With his mind swirling in thought, Jayce walked almost mindlessly, his feet carrying him in the usual direction, toward the workshop. He found himself staring again at his—no, their—creations, eyes glowing with the same excitement that had fueled the first spark of the idea. The soft blue light of the crystal, the thing that had made all this possible, gleamed before him. In the next breath, though, his expression faltered, the bright blue fading back into his usual dark hazel, the fire in his eyes dimming to something quieter, something almost… deflated.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips before he could even think. He had worked so hard for this -- They had worked so hard for this, but there was always the gnawing feeling that something wasn't right. And yet, was it not Heimerdinger who didn't believe in this all to begin with?

Then, without warning, something small dropped at his feet. Squinting, he leaned forward, puzzled. The object rolled toward him, and in the blink of an eye, a burst of color exploded around him. His first instinct was to shield his face with his arms, body jerking back to protect himself from whatever had just detonated. Fortunately, there was no immediate danger, just a burst of fireworks, bright, neon hues filling the air. The explosion didn’t knock him over, but he stumbled back a few steps anyway, eyes wide in bewilderment.

The colors didn’t dissipate; they painted everything. Everything—his clothes, the ground, the walls. Even the machines seemed to be dusted in neon pigments, turning the workshop into a carnival of chaos.

"Happy Progress Day, Mr. Goldenboy!"

Jayce groaned, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. Was this some kind of prank? Was someone trying to sabotage him right before he was supposed to take the stage? Had one of the councilors, who had supported him for so long, decided now was the time to take a stand against him? Or worse—was this the work of an enemy unknown, lurking in the shadows?

"Who put you up to this? Was it—?"

He cut himself off before he could name anyone. He may have been quick to jump to conclusions, but he wasn’t foolish enough to make accusations without thinking first. Well, occasionally he wasn’t.

Why people thought making it topside, breaking into the Academy... making their way down to the labs... picking the lock on the door... scaling the walls and lying on a very inconspicious beam was hard work. It wasn't. Jinx was lay on her back, blue braids falling down beside her as she whistled a tune to herself. Her leg dangling in the air, swaying as she waited for the telltale sign of the door opening.

She shifted as the footsteps echoed, she didn't like it here. It was too clean. Too bland. There wasn't enough colour -- spice.

Jinx watched for a while, curious; listened to the ramblings. They were all in uproar, it was delicious. She would have laughed if it wouldn't have given away her position. Her nails tapped lightly on the beam; it was cold. Metal. Yet the taps were far too quiet for him to hear.

Unless he has supersonic hearing.

Shut up. Didn't ask you.

She reached for her belt, found her little Gizmo and brought it to her lips with a smile. "... Boom."

She pulled the pin with her teeth and let it fall, staying where she was at it hit the floor and skittered along like a clacking scared sewer rat. Right to Mr Goldenboy's feet.

3...2...1... Boom!

This wasn't a weapon, more of an inconvenience. An annoyance. It exploded in a rainbow of colours, as bright as you could imagine. Covering his lab, its equipment and the pristine whites of the man's coat.

That Jinx laughed at.

She stood on the beam and spun, a flourish of her arms and she bowed in a theatrical way.

"Happy Progress Day, Mr Goldenboy!"

@hextechwonderboy

[hextechwonderboy]

Man of… Progress?