hextechwonderboy

[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?