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u heard him ladies

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Reblog daily for health and prosperity

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One of my favourite qualities about Hua Cheng is that he is extremely shameless and will flirt and tease and pose pretty and make big do me eyes at his Gege and cause Xie Lians inner monologue to produce a 404 code but it’s so clear that if Xie Lian turned around to him and showed him a flash of ankle he’d explode with the force of ten thousand suns.

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the concept and idea of “you can always start trying to be a better person” is extremely important to me both in media and irl and i continue to be deeply deeply disturbed by the trend on this site pushing that these ideas in media are bad writing or even morally reprehensible

because theyd rather someone stay terrible or just straight up die than become a better person 

from a compassionate point of view it’s deeply distressing and from a pragmatic point of view it’s outright frustrating

it’s fucked up. 

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once upon a memelight

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public service announcement

edit: tags are not a safe place for jayvik slander. i apologize, but i am brutally hyperfixated on them (diagnosed autistic!!) and for the sake of my mental health i try to avoid negative content of them. if you want to hate please don't do it under my post /gen

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Really interesting thing I glimpsed on rednote today

I think We- we’re developing international class consciousness 

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Riduejeidi

More shameless wizard whump from me

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I am feral for this woman and forever salty I cannot romance her

Feral Grandma in all her bloody, braided glory. She could punch through a wall, while I barely survived painting her hair.

All 3 versions because yes.

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Viktor, with a K

Jayce/Viktor | General | 1k | college AU, Jayce pining so hard the whole coffee shop smells like an air freshener | Ao3 link

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“Hey, loverboy,” a pair of blue-nailed fingers snap in front of Jayce’s face. “You’re gonna stare a hole in him.”

Shit.

How long had he been staring?

“Powder—”

“Jinx,” she corrects. “I told you. It’s Jinx now.”

“Right, Jinx. Sorry,” Jayce says, finally tearing his eyes away from the campus coffee shop patron he… probably was staring a hole in.

Jinx bounces up onto the counter, bouncing the heels of her boots off the cabinet below. Jayce should probably tell her not to sit on the counter, where they sold food and beverages to the unsuspecting staff and students of Piltover U, but the seat of her pants was probably just as clean as anything they’d used to wipe it down with today. 

Besides, that wasn’t his job. Just because Jinx was a couple years younger than him didn’t mean he was her boss. If they wanted him to manage her, they could pay him to do it.

If anyone was getting that job, it was Cait, and Jayce did not begrudge her the theoretical promotion.

“I could put in a good word for you,” Jinx offers, curling her fingers around the edge of the counter and tapping her nails on the underside. It’s not quite closing time, but no one’s come in for half an hour now.

Jayce raises an eyebrow.

He met Jinx, briefly, in high school, at a young innovator’s competition. She was probably the smartest person there, and had her project not exploded—even though it was meant to—she would’ve been the one with an official full ride at Piltover.

As it was, she’d found her own generous patron who wanted to see how far she could go. Given that she was only 16 and already starting a combined Masters in Engineering, Jayce was willing to bet it’d be pretty far.

“Didn’t I say?” Jinx asks, blowing a bubble the size of a tennis ball with her gum. Jayce didn’t exactly envy her that skill, but he did wonder how she didn’t constantly have gum in her eyebrows. “He’s in one of my classes.”

Jayce’s mouth falls open.

“He’s called umm. Nick? Or. No, that’s not right.” She draws her brows together, and Jayce can almost hear the cogs turning in her head.

He glances over again at the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, nursing a black coffee. 

“Viktor,” Jayce supplies. He’d taken a name for the order, after all. Viktor, with a K. He’d almost asked where the K went before his brain came back online enough to think for itself.

Viktor with a K had it all. The biggest, most gorgeous brown eyes Jayce had ever seen, nearly violet when the light had hit them through the UV glass in the windows. Soft, expressive, bow-shaped lips that’d curled around an accent Jayce couldn’t quite place but would have listened to saying anything for hours. The cutest nose any human person had ever had. Razor cheekbones.

Even dark circles, so he wasn’t too perfect. Which made him even more perfect, obviously.

Viktor with a K had ordered a coffee—black, uh. You know. With water?—and Jayce, for the most glorious two minutes of his short life so far, leaving winning his full ride to Piltover that should have gone to Jinx anyway in the dust, had made it for him. With love.

He had, of course, followed this up by immediately fucking his chances forever. 

Because Viktor carried a cane, and because he’d kind of seemed to be leaning on it, Jayce had offered to bring his coffee over to the table for him.

If looks could kill, Jayce would be a fine dust Jinx… probably wouldn’t have wiped off the counter. Maybe she’d have drawn a smiley face in his remains.

Maybe she’d even manage to make him look like as much of an idiot as he felt.

So, no, Jinx could not put in a good word for him. Even if the thought of that didn’t make him want to throw up. There was no word, he was fairly sure, good enough. Viktor hates him. He knows it.

The soft clink of a cup being set down on the counter startles Jayce out of the spiral he’d been about to tumble into, and he looks up.

Into big, gorgeous brown eyes.

His throat tightens. Should he apologise? Would that make it worse?

“Thank you for the coffee,” Viktor says before Jayce can decide if it would be better to be silent and risk seeming rude or apologise and risk offending him further. He squints at Jayce’s chest, and then adds, “Cait?”

Oh. His nametag.

Or rather, Cait’s nametag. On her apron, which he’d obviously grabbed by mistake. It’d seemed a little smaller than he was used to, but he’d decided it’d shrunk in the wash. He wasn’t entirely clear on the finer details of doing laundry yet, but too embarrassed to admit he needed help.

“Jayce,” he corrects automatically. “Wrong apron. Sorry.”

Viktor nods. Viktor’s looking at him like he’s insane. This is maybe accurate. It’s still better than looking at him as though he’s committed a war crime.

“Thank you, Jayce,” he says, with a serious little nod Jayce, despite his mortification, loves more than any gesture any human being has ever made. “And I will see you tomorrow morning, Miss Jinx.”

Jayce stares slack-jawed at him as he goes.

“Miss Jinx?” he asks belatedly.

Jinx hops down from the counter with a shrug. “I think it’s kinda cute?”

“I saw him first,” Jayce blurts out. He can’t compete with Jinx. Jinx is cool. 

He is the least cool person ever to have walked these hallowed halls, he’s fairly sure. Or even to have mopped the floor of a coffee shop.

“I definitely saw him first,” Jinx says. “But he’s all yours.”

“Thanks.” Jayce wrinkles his nose. “If he ever speaks to me again.”

“Flip the sign and quit moping,” Jinx says, vaulting over the counter to start stacking the chairs on the tables. “Between you and Vi, I’m gonna get lovesick.”

Jayce turns at that. He’d met Vi a couple of times now. She terrified him.

“Who’s she into?”

Jinx turns to look at him, braid swishing around her shoulders. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

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I BELIEVE 🌚🤚

UPDATE:

Since this post is getting so much views lately, here's more proof from my other posts I've gathered 🙃

🗣 STAYIN' DELULU TILL' THE END

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No, stop, I'm gonna cry 😭💔😭💔

I am but a simple liushen enjoyer who’s allergic to happiness

(Imagine Dandelions by Ruth B. playing in the background of this idk)

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I think DnD lore is fascinating. The detail gone into building this universe should be celebrated, analyzed, and dissected. Pointing out inconsistencies and joking about - even becoming performatively "angry" at clumsy retcons or oversights in good humor - is the right of any devoted TTRPG player or fan.

However, I am really baffled by people who feel the need to point out or even reprehend creators who ignore or change part of the lore in their own stories to fit the narratives they they're trying to tell.

You know whats frustrating about trying to tell a story that takes place in a non-fictional world? That we have to adhere to the rules of how that world functions. Or at least we better do that or else a gaggle of sticklers will come barreling through all of the subtext, themes, and whatever point you the writer were trying to make, to instead point out that the *obscure and deeply debated* historical element you used was incorrect and took them out of the narrative, or ask why the character didn't simply "call the police".

The beautiful thing to me about DnD, on the other hand, is that it is deeply malleable. You can take things out or add things in or change them to your liking all in the name of serving the story that you want to tell and keeping it focused on what you deem important - instead of having to take random detours to explain how unimportant-event-that-slightly-facilitates-my-plot is possible. It was this magical rock. It was the Gods. It was fictional faction established in chapter two. It was this skeleton man I randomly met in a tomb.

I understand that this mindset might not appeal to people who want to read stories about strict and well-defined political and cultural conflict, or centuries-old Godly spats of biblical proportions based on ancient and well-established astral beef - if that kind of thing IS the main course for you, I get it. Go out there. Find it and eat it up.

But there is another section of people for whom those aspects are set-dressing, whose engagement depends more so on dynamics set between characters and their emotional development throughout the story - everything else is there to facilitate these interpersonal journeys and make it as concise and interesting as possible. Naturally, most people are going to be some mix of both archetypes, but I think they will always prioritize one over the other.

Regardless - remember, it's fantasy. You are arguing for (at times demanding, even) consistency in populations and creatures that have never existed. You GOTTA admit that that is a little silly.

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My friend is too scared to get a tumblr account, but I wanted to make sure the internet was aware of her talents, so I present Jayce, dressed in a little maid outfit.

Probably for Viktor.

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