#As Long As It Takes ⟪Blitzcrank⟫

[the-glorious-evolution-fanart]

The text of behind-the-scenes writing has confirmed what I was suspecting was going to happen since watching season 1: the writers absolutely did not understand the Machine Herald.

Let’s skip the terrible implication of their words that disabled people who are missing parts of their body or use prosthetics somehow „lack humanity“; the writers show they were only viewing Viktor through the concept of transformation, no matter what that meant. They were convinced that all Viktor needed to do to become the „Herald“ he’s famous for, was to go through some as gruesome or eerie transformation as possible, stripping himself of emotions in the process.

Let me be clear that this is completely wrong.

Obsessively removing parts of one’s own body in order to upgrade more and more with tech is not a motivation on its own, it is a consequence of some deeper problem. It is a manifestation of something that is hidden in the mental level.

And while at first S1 might have gone the way of a disabled character getting „addicted“ to becoming more and more able-bodied and even transcending abilities of an average human body (which is still kind of an iffy take when framed as strictly negative), the subsequent degradation and complete digression of Viktor’s character arc with the transformation instead being forced on him in Season 2 by Jayce’s misguided attempt to save him, highlights that the writers did indeed hold the aforementioned idea of „eerie transformation“ as the top/core thing that makes Viktor the „Herald“, instead of his motivations for a transformation.

Even season 1’s possible idea was stopped in its tracks because at the end of s1, Viktor is written making a clear choice: hurting others for one’s own benefit is crossing the line, and he resigned to dying. He completed his arc.

This created a problem for season 2, as Viktor was written effectively as being too moral of a character to do a transformation. Enter the forced/brainwashing effect of magic on Viktor, a band-aid to force the plotline the writers wanted for him. Altering his mind and convincing him that the way to help others is to strip them of all agency and emotions.

No matter how many times the writers say they wanted Viktor to „make a mistake out of a genuine but misguided desire to help“, viewers continuously voice what they see, what the writing actually portrays – a lack of agency of the character. If text is badly written, it fails at conveying what it intended to.

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Going back to the Machine Herald and what I said about self-augmentation (at least in his case as a fictional character) as just a symptom of a different problem, it’s even explicitly confirmed in Viktor’s accompanying release text:

„People deal with grief in many ways, and Viktor did it by replacing his body parts with robotic limbs.“

I’m honestly shocked that I have to copy-paste these things so often and that professional writers yet again missed the point.

The Machine Herald was a very layered character. The self-augmentation is just the top layer which makes him cool. The deeper levels are what makes him compelling.

He went into self-augmentation using his own technology as a way to propel himself again to the top of his profession, both in terms of cutting-edge achievements and in terms of recognition. He had an impression that nothing short of shocking and utterly bizzare would be able to beat his previous stolen achievement and cement him at the very top of Zaun’s scientific community. This is also supported by how theatrical his behaviour is as the Machine Herald, explains why he has vanity items like a cape and why his hair is still out. He felt betrayed by his own mind for cursing him in naivety, jealousy and depression for who knows how long. He also had issues with self-image, smashing his own face on a framed photo of him standing proudly and showing off Blitzcrank. He tried to distance himself from his previous identity of a vulnerable, very human and very empathetic student who wanted to better society by aiding in the waste reclamation process. Blitzcrank was made for cleaning Zaun – and who is idealist enough in such a self-serving city-state to attempt something like that. This he shares with Ekko, and Ekko is very clearly a hero.

Viktor’s moral ambiguity was not supposed to come from the narrative trying to obfuscare if „removing free will“ is a bad thing – because it is, it will always be an evil thing. This free will point didn’t exist in his release lore, it’s entirely the addition of 2016. Universe bio. I also believe the story gets downgraded and loses its potency if it picks a side and makes Viktor „slide into villainy“ by „completely losing his humanity.“ His ambiguity originally came precisely from how his actions towards his own body make the readers feel. It was entirely up to the readers themselves to decide whether they saw self-augmentation as cool and badass, or as unjustified self-mutilation. It’s a type of interplay between the story and its readers. A character within the story itself, Jayce, made up his mind that it was not a good thing.

Viktor is a „mad scientist“ and although this trope can be very reductive, it also carries some truths. Viktor went mad. His self-augmentation was never going to be justified by sensible, lucid motives, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have reasons. He was in so much pain and felt trapped, and yet despite that he found a way to build himself back up again piece by piece, and undergo such a tremendous transformation entirely relying on personal ingenuity and resilience. The key difference between his inside perspective and our (and other characters’) outer perspective, is that his reasons and pain are of mental nature which makes them way more hidden to us.

His story can develop in the direction „backwards“, him integrating back into society to an extent while maintaining this dislocated perspective of infinite self-upgrades, infinite scientific achievement – because he’s shown it already! He wants and has a need to interact with others! His acolytes, him trying to ally with other researchers, the need for recognition. Another thing awaiting the Machine Herald is reality’s cold shower that one genius still can’t solve systemic problems, and the question what he will do once his technology inevitably gets abused, but this time finally carrying his name.

And I believe all these layers are infinitely more interesting than a story of an unfortunate man who gets turned into a manipulated creature of limitless magical power who doesn’t even have control over his own decisions.

[bichletmepickaname]

I am still mad about the fact Giopara League Viktor and Blizcrank are being retconned PELASE I LOVE JAYCE GIOPARA SO MUCH I MIGHT LOVE HIM MORE THAN ARCANE JAYCE

OMFG DONT GET ME STARTED.

I was mad that a lot of Giopara’s original characteristics didn’t make it into arcane because he is one of my all time favourite characters. But I was able to get over it because I found Talis’s character interesting for other reasons, even if I loved Giopara a hell of a lot more. Also because I was under the impression that arcane wasn’t going to be canon to league lore. I crashed out after finding out about the re write.

With Viktor it’s a little different in season one. I believed there was still a lot of room for his MACHINE herald arc. and he kept alot of his personality from league. And I thought they weren’t allows to fundamentally change a character so much from the original material. I was proven disgustingly wrong with each act we got till act 3. He wasn’t a machine herald. He didn’t cut off his arm and replace it with one he made himself. He was more of a mutant. And near the end he didn’t care if people wanted to be evolved or not he was going to do it, unlike Viktor in league. Again I wouldn’t mind this if arcane wasn’t becoming the new canon.

The way the did Viktor and Jayce’s relationship is portrayed in arcane is very basic to me. Arcane adds layers to all the relationship that league didn’t. Except for Viktor and Jayce’s friendship. Viktor and Jayce’s friendship was complex in league because neither fully liked each other(or atleast wouldn’t admit it to eachother), But they never were able to fully hate each other either. They were two outcasts who didn’t know how to act with other people. Jayce was an asshole who couldn’t even give pity to the thought that others would take a little more time to understand things than him, choosing to believe everyone was just stupid but he was aware that he was a dick. Viktor was someone who’s thinking no one could understand his thinking, leading them to dismiss it. But Viktor and Jayce were both intelligent, they were able to ignore each others flaws to work together. Before Viktor pushed it too far. What makes their relationship particularly interesting is that even when they become enemies they don’t really hate each other. In arcane Jayce and Viktor are friends, sure there’s the odd conflict but it’s clear that they are friends there close. They enjoy eachother company. And their enemy arc(their whole thing in league) is kinda thrown out the window. Theres no fight Viktor just leaves. Jayve doesn’t attack Viktor because we can see Viktor is doing something morally dubious. In league Jayce shows up at Viktors lab to get his crystals back, he see’s what he thinks is Viktor killing people for experiments and apologizes to Viktor for being an ass but insists that this wasn’t what Viktor wants. Then Viktor orders the bots to kill Jayce so Jayce blows up Viktor’s lab killing everyone Viktor was trying to save. There were so many layers to that scene. But in arcane Jayce gets told by mage Viktor to kill him but also save him? So he blasts a while in Viktor’s chest, we know he’s doing it for the greater good, but I still don’t know why he shot Viktor if he promised he would save him? I do enjoy Jayce in Viktor in arcane but league is just arguably more interesting. This wouldn’t be a big deal if ARCANE WASN’T BECOMING CANON.

Blitz crank particularly pisses me off, he isn’t in arcane AT ALL not even w mentioned, and his whole back story doesn’t even happen. Viktor doesn’t create him in arcane because he’s to focused on the HEXCORE. Blitzcrank being written out of the story while characters from arcane are making into league just rubs me the wrong way. I’ve always loved blitzcrank and I’ve been waiting for him to come into arcane forever. The fact that he doesn’t but arcane is becoming canon is worrying me.

Long story short I think arcane would have been better if it never existed/hj

[cenfitto]

league wiki stupid as fuck for getting rid of the tabs that show you old versions of character lore bc why do i have to go out of my way to a website that only has it because it never bothered updating to find blitzcranks 3rd bio aka the one with all the sauce. like this fleshes out so much in terms of blitz's relationship to viktor and also his view of the world vs the current one which just goes heehoo robot take commands too literally! robot dont understand nuance!

and like you'd never think "oh maybe i should go to lol fandomwiki instead of leagueoflegends fandomwiki and you wouldnt even know that it's the 3rd one in a long line of them. idk even how to find bio no. 2. why are we getting rid of documentation on a WIKI. anyways read it https://lol.fandom.com/wiki/Blitzcrank

[popawritter12]

that post of yours about how every yandere in league of legends is consenting made me think about how they are when it comes to jealousy I just love your posts

Author's notes: I know, im very young in this plataform, but things in my "love life" make me change a LOT of things in my life, so... I guess that i'm coming back bcs i "come back" to normal.

Also I had this thought for a long time so... Let me explain it first.

Of course that i will divide it in a total of four categories:

1- Just in a extreme jeolusy feeling, it gonna "take measures".

2- Tries to hide the jealous, but in one point just gets carried away they emotions.

3- Meticulous search of that person, and subsequent kill.

4- Violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

5- A REAL violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

So, let's start

1- Just in a extreme jeolusy feeling, they gonna "take measures".

Alistar, Anivia, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Galio, Ivern, Janna, Jax, Kai'sa, Karma, Kassadin, Lee Sin, Leona, Lillia, Malphite, Maokai, Master Yi, Morgana, Nami, Neeko, Orianna, Pantheon, Rakan, Riven, Ryze, Shen, Skarner, Soraka, Taliyah, Taric, Wukong, Yasuo, Yone, Yorick, Zac and Zilean.

2- Tries to hide the jealous, but in one point just gets carried away they emotions.

Ahri, Akshan, Aphelios, Caitlyn, Camille, Ekko, Garen, Gragas, Gwen, Hwei Illao, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Kalistam Kayle, Nautilus, Nilah, Olaf, Ornn, Quinn, Rell, Samira, Senna, Sona, Tryndamere, Varus, Volibear, Xin Zhao and Zeri.

3- Meticulous search of that person, and subsequent kill.

Akali, Ashe, Azir, Darius, Diana, Draven, Fiora, Jayce, Jhin, Katarina, Kayn, K'sante, Lucian, Lux, Miss Fortune, Nasus, Nidalee, Pyke, Qiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Rengar, Sejuani, Seraphine, Sett, Shivana, Sivir, Swain, Sylas, Talon, Twisted Fate, Vayne, Viktor, Xayah and Zed.

4- Violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

Cassiopeia, Dr.Mundo, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Malzahar, Nocturne, Shaco, Singed, Thresh, Udyr, Vi, Xerath and Zyra.

5- A REAL violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

Aatrox, Aurelion Sol, Brand, Bel' veth, Briar, Hecarim, Jinx, Karthus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Sion, Syndra, Trundle, Tham Kench, Urgot, Vel' Koz, Viego, Vladimir and Warwick.

And, there are two exception of all of this categories; Ezreal and Graves. Why? Well, First i thought that both of them would really be the 3rd categorie, but then i realiced that... The two of them would TRY to kill the cause of they jealousy, but... They literally kill the "cause" by accident ---or directly didn't even get it---, so... that is my explication.

Im gonna say it, it was so funny to do this, and I really say that I must be thankfull to all of the Anon's that try activelly to "revive" this side of mine of hiperfilaxion with Yanderism and my favorite games.

Also, I learned to crochet and do pixel art so im guess that im gonna put some of that from time to time in this account. I wish to all of you the best! <3

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Ok, hyper specific concept but. Arcane as a Dofus/Wakfu AU. Best french animation crossover. Let me cook,,

Jinx is half Eliatrope and half Feca. A little disconnected from the rest of the World of Twelve with the knowledge that what she is is so fundamentally alien and rejected by a large portion of the other groups. Strongly defends Eliatrope rights and will fight for them to have their own, independent territory. Really, it's much less about fighting for her people, and much more about her own loneliness. She rejects her feca side, considering it to be part of what ties her to her sister. A wild card and a great engineer like Qilby, and perhaps just as insane as him…

Vi is half Sacrieur and half Feca. She is a goddamn boufbowl PRO. She eats guys like Kriss Lacrass for breakfast. She started out from obligation for money and legal troubles, but she's found genuine success with it. She travels the World of Twelve in search of her long-lost sister, who she rejected upon learning her origins. Is there still a way to apologize, now?

Cait is a Steamer (non-modified). Watches the battlefield from afar, strategizing, but only involving herself when she feels it's the moment to. Comes from a rich family in the main exploration/military float, with her mother being a general close to the Sufukian royals. She's not a fan of boufbowl at all, finding it very distasteful and brutish, but she's always watching when a certain pink-haired Sacrieur is playing….

Ekko is a Sadida. He has a strong link to the Tree of life, and many believe him to be a direct descendant of Sadida himself; he's become a sort of leading figure in the community to make the people's voices heard. What he definitely has is Feca blood, and his engineering skills have become essential in upgrading the rather primitive technology of the people of the forest. He would protect his land and his people with his very life, and dedicates all his time to bettering their day-to-day lives with his creations. But is there anything even he can build to fight against the cataclysmic floods?

Jayce is a Iop because of course he is, look at him. He works as a very successful blacksmith in Bonta, and is often rubbing shoulders with high society. He's created weapons for legendary warriors like Lance Dur and his crew, and the only thing that might surpass his reputation is his award-winning smile, which the monarchy never fails to plaster all over the golden city. But he's starting to become more and more aware of the corruption that has snuck its way into the Bontian higher-ups… will he stay silent to protect his status, or fight for what his heart tells him is right?

Viktor is a Feca of Xelor descent. Very similar to Otomaï in the ‘scientist everyone thinks is a little crazy but is insanely intelligent and powerful’ way. His creations, like his doll automaton Blitzcrank, have made him very influential in the Bonta court; few know he's an orphan from Brâkmar. He was born with a mysterious illness no medicine or magic can cure, but he strictly refuses for others to pity him, studying primal huppermage magic on his own for a solution. Could the answer be hidden in the elemental runes? A true free spirit, he'll create whatever he wants to, even if it doesn't please everyone in the higher circles. He's a non-negligible piece on the board, though it's unclear to say for whom he'll be friend or foe…

Mel is an Huppermage, but hails from Zobal Royalty. Able to switch her visage for any and all discussions, gathering important intel on everyone in the World of Twelve. She doesn't like to flaunt her title of princess or to be associated with her mother's hard regime, often disguising herself to travel freely. She's currently one of the main political figures in Bonta, and takes her job as a leader very seriously. Something is up in the court, and if anyone can find out what it is, it's her…

@ Ankama and @ Fortiche hire me before I sell the script to someone else

[akc-g]

anyways i think im officially not gonna get myself to do this so ill reveal info on that vkjc au i was gonna make a longfic abt the one for these vkjcs

i posted a few times abt how i loved the idea of leagueverse n arcaneverse being consecutive timelines in the way each reboot of devilman is The Next Universe ryo n akira are destinated to ruin. so the idea was there were 3 main verses n then mentions n occassional chapters abt others so it was infinity of timelines stacked on top each other of viktor n jayce meeting n viktor fucking it up beyond repair and being doomed to only realize when it was too late or she was abt to die.

the main verse it followed was gonna be the au i frequently draw above: vague 2010s modern day where a meteor was coming to take the world out and viktor n jayce were trying to rebuild blitzcrank after abandoning the project in college yrs prior. viktors deal was in college they had the usual situationship w jayce n then got into a horrible car accident that caused them to have a near-death vision of other viktors trying to warn them to not fuck this up. n it freaked them out so bad they completely ghosted jayce for a few yrs so he ended up thinking they just. died.

idm spoiling beats even if i somehow come back to it but the arc was gonna be that viktor was using both the meteor n blitzcrank to reconnect bc they felt guilty abt everything. n then jayce n vik slowly falling back in love jn the process n the ultimate test of if viktor could actually change as a person was that the meteor managed to be subverted n they had to still be willing to be vulnerable with jayce even if death wasnt looming over them. the end was gonna be v open bc itd imply the timelines didnt stop but that they had the chance to no longer be out of viktors hands.

the other beat was that this was happening at all bc viktor in one leagueverse was the sole survivor of this final battle between zaun n piltover n a Great God found it amusing how they were STILL sulking over jayce n pretending they werent they decided to have fun n make them self aware of timelines n in this doomed situation.

i qrote a few chapters idk if theyre too long for screenshots but ill rb w tyem lol

[bringthekaos]

Cuz that’s the thing with Viktor, there’s not much that’s beyond his control these days, and that’s by design (...) you can’t do that forever. It’ll eat you alive.

Jayce learns the hard way when Viktor is about to implode. His movements become more stiff, with random bursts of gear grinding and jolts. The shimmer injectors working iust little more than usua. He goes almost mute, but when he talks the modulator sound even raspier. He doesn't take off the mask.

I was just gunna answer this with some more meta or analysis but you know what… this one deserves a little ficlet. Let’s call it Overheated.

Overheated

Jayce knew something was wrong the moment he stepped foot inside Viktor’s lab. Sure, the air was stifling from the myriad of running machines and clouds of puffy steam… but it was the subtle little in-between things that tipped Jayce off; like a single snagged thread pulling at a compromised seam. It was the why that mattered.

It was stifling and hot because something was throwing off Viktor’s usual protocols. Something was clouding his typically routine-oriented mind, keeping him from noticing the abnormally warm and hazy state of his lab. He was fixated on something, fixated hard enough that the best interest of his gadgets was slipping his mind.

Jayce could hear him before he could see him—loudly tinkering away around the corner in what stood for a measly bedroom. And there was a shortness, a tension to said tinkering that didn’t usually plague Viktor’s work. Usually, he was precise and careful to a fault; his work so clean, well… a machine might as well have done it.

And while Viktor’s moods were wholly different nowadays, given the emotional suppressor, Jayce was beginning to re-learn them. He’d once likened it to putting a diamond under a hydraulic press—it would be tough, it would be fortified. It could withstand more pressure than almost any other substance on the planet. But eventually something would give. And it wouldn’t go quietly, either; no, it would be explosive.

So rather than injecting himself into that maelstrom, Jayce steered clear of his former partner for now and instead went about doing what he knew he could to help—wandering quietly into the workshop proper and flipping the switch to power on Viktor’s air filtration system. If they’d been in Piltover, he could have just popped a few windows open, but down here in Zaun, that would just pollute the air further.

So next he went for the cooling fans over in the corner where Blitzcrank’s charging bay sat empty, and angled them toward Viktor’s bedroom before flipping those on as well. And finally, after listening for a moment and hearing only a loud crash and litany of mumbled bilingual curses, Jayce went for the small kitchen counter, rinsed the sole mug that didn’t have cracks in it, and poured a healthy amount of sweetmilk.

Then it was just a matter of wrangling this particular runaway train. So Jayce steeled himself, clutching the mug close to his chest as he meandered into Viktor’s bedroom.

It was immediately clear where the steam had come from—not the many running machines, though those were noticeably hot even from several feet away—no, it was Viktor himself.

The vents in his neck were set at an extreme angle, letting out puff after puff of heavy, thick steam that occasionally turned black when Viktor released a particularly strained breath. There was loud, chaotic rattling resonating from points of tension all over his mechanical body—his neck, his chest, his left arm and leg. And beneath it all, the subtle little hiss of the Shimmer injectors as they delivered micro doses like clockwork to combat his visibly agitated state.

That was the thing about suppressing his emotions… suppress them long enough, and they’re bound to recoil. It was simple physics—and while Jayce could have mentioned this, could have piped up about I warned you this would happen, that this isn’t healthy, and now look what it’s done to you, that would just be throwing gasoline onto the fire, and that was the last thing Viktor needed. So Jayce went a different route.

He cautiously stepped forward, patting Viktor on the back once to announce his presence before leaning past him and setting the mug down in the only mess-less corner he could find.

“You, uh… you wanna talk about it?” he asked, cringing at the mother-hen inflection.

Viktor did not answer—instead taking a single step to the side and deliberately turning his back on Jayce. The vents in his neck sent out another huff of black, and Jayce took this for what it was; don’t mother me, it’s insulting.

But Jayce wasn’t deterred—after all, why was a little mothering such a bad thing? Some care, some consideration, some warmth and doting? Everyone could use that every once in a while. Yes, even the infallible Machine Herald. Especially the infallible Machine Herald.

“V?” he prodded, his hand hovering at Viktor’s back as he tried to decide if touching was the best idea right now.

“No,” Viktor snapped, and even just from that one word alone, Jayce could hear the stress on the voice modulator—low and raspy, as if he’d recently spent a significant amount of time raising his voice.

“Okay,” Jayce agreed, retracting his hand and taking a step away—just freeing up Viktor’s space so he wouldn’t feel so constricted.

Instead, Jayce peered down at the project Viktor had been angrily funneling his not-very-suppressed emotions into. It appeared to be a modification for Blitzcrank’s revolving gadget arm; replacing several busted or outmoded gadgets and rewiring the entire thing to make switching between options a quicker and more seamless operation.

So without another word, Jayce pulled up a stool, grabbed Viktor’s spare pliers, and went to work—removing and rewiring the attachment ports, thus freeing Viktor up to focus on the gadgets themselves.

And for the longest time, they simply worked—shoulders bumping every so often as they just shared in the silence, in the heady weight of each other’s company. They worked, as they always had, like a well-oiled machine; wordlessly passing tools to each other and reading the other’s needs as if it were their own. And slowly but surely, the rattling within Viktor’s chest began to go quiet, the hissing tempo of his overworking injectors steadily slowed and eventually stopped. And Jayce could hear it more than see it when the tension in those rigid metal shoulders relaxed—a creak and a groan like hot metal plunged into an ice bath.

Finally, after Gods knew how long, Viktor’s movements ceased entirely—his hands stalling where they were turning a bolt on the wrist rotator and a single, long sigh leaving the voice modulator like struck glass.

Jayce mimicked it, stilling his hands and turning his head to peer at the flat, unreadable surface of Viktor’s mask with eyes that hopefully said are you okay now? That’s all I wanted, all that mattered—that you’re okay.

And he wasn’t sure how, but he could just tell Viktor was giving him a withering, grateful grin under that mask.

“Thank you, sluníčko,” he said, voice even and harmonic like morning church bells.

Jayce offered up a proud, toothy smile before leaning in and placing a quick, chaste kiss to the mask, right where Viktor’s lips would be—silently communicating that I know you feel like you have to keep it on sometimes, that you don’t like what you’re feeling, and you don’t want anyone to see that, even me. And that’s ok. Keep it on, if that’s what makes you comfortable. I can love you with it on just the same.

A new series of whirs and clicks went off in Viktor’s neck, followed by a short burst of steam, but this time Jayce knew them to be a good sign—the Machine Herald’s version of a blush.

[ts--stuff]

JayVik Fic Update: My Dear Adversary

Chapter 8: I Want You All The Time is up!

Excerpt:

Jayce sat up. “You alright?” “Yes, I’m fine.” Viktor answered. “Did you take a break?” “Blitz is a witness if you want to track them down… But yes, I did…” He paused to try to catch his breath. His limbs felt weak. “I sat for a little while and ate something.” “Good.” There were black spots in his vision now, so he bowed his head and covered his eyes. Why had he come in here again? Right. “We need to-” There were footsteps. “You need to sit down right now.” Oddly enough, he heard his crutch drop to the ground first, then he realized he was falling. Sort of. Jayce had caught him awkwardly, and was trying his best to hold him up as Viktor attempted to get his feet under him to no avail. Then Jayce seemingly cut his losses, and slowly lowered them down to their knees, which was easier on both their ends. Viktor decided to stay like that for a while, slumped against his friend as the rest of the spell passed. Jayce’s voice was worried. “What?”

His hold became a little tighter. “You with me, V?” “Yeah…” He took in a sharp inhale and sat himself up. Jayce let him part away, but one of his hands lingered softly by Viktor’s jaw for a moment before he quickly shifted it down to his shoulder. “You’re sure?” He briefly wondered if he had imagined the gentle touch to his face. He set the thought aside and nodded. 

Summary: With Shimmer rampant, and his The Council in corrupt waters, Jayce travels to the Undercity to get to the bottom of Shimmer production to expose his colleagues. Coincidentally, his long-time adversary, Viktor, is also looking to end the Shimmer Crisis for the sake of Zaun’s health. Normally, Jayce wouldn’t trust an enemy, but he has no funds or allies in his research. He could only hope he wasn’t making a mistake.

Status: In Progress. Frequent Updates.

Ratings & Warnings: T for Canon-Typical Violence and Minor Character Death, Shimmer Abuse.

Relationships: JayVik, previous SkyVik

Characters: Viktor, Sky Young, Jayce Talis, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Rio, Ekko, Blitzcrank, Jinx, Silco

Misc Info: Canon Divergence, Enemies to Lovers, Slow burn

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[hexcoremagician]

shimmerbeasts asked:

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) (Silco for Viktor, also just for emphasis he does that GENTLY!)

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠-𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗, 𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘'𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗. The tunnels that ran through the undercity were vast, almost like catacombs. And that was what Tomo had intended them to be for Viktor: a final resting place. He'd planned to steal the inventor's work, use his invention to apply for the Academy in Piltover, and had hoped to destroy his father's burgeoning hold on the undercity in the process.

"Of course I didn't love you," comes the harsh whisper, fingers tangled in Viktor's hair. The brown wisps are pulled so tight that all he can do is yelp against the hard floor as he's yanked. He is face down, nose almost pressed to a puddle.

"Who could? You're weak. The only good thing about your is your brain, but don't worry, I'll put all of your inventions to good use. Blitzcrank will get me into the Academy."

Sudden pressure hits his right knee, jolting and preventing him from a response. A foot, pressing against the soft underside of the joint. Something starts to give way.

"No, please, no - " Viktor cries, struggles, but his cane is out of reach, and his trusting heart had made him carry no weapons. He'd even forgone the augments he'd installed in his cane, because he was in love. He was a fool. Such a fool.

A loud sound, between a crunch and a pop, reaches his ears. The pain that follows makes him moan brokenly, sweat breaking out all over his thin form. The sounds that leave his lips are almost inhuman. That is how much he hurt.

"Poor Viktor. You'll never be anything. You're useless. Hope you like it down here. This is where you'll die. I mean, weren't you going to, anyway?"

Something wet and sticky, a glob of spit, hit the back of his head. Viktor couldn't focus on anything else but the pain, and soon enough, when he took what he thought was his agonizing last breath, he faded into a swirling ink sea, Rio happily running behind him.

It was the scent of cigar smoke that woke him. His head was pounding, and suddenly, the floor was rushing to meet him, all of reality crumbling underneath his feet, though he stayed still. Viktor's golden eyes tried to find purchase on anything to soothe the spinning. Before he knew it, he was attempting to get out of bed, hoping that would make him feel better, and instead of getting out of bed as he expected, he felt a firm hand gently push him down.

His focus became a pinpoint from the action, and the pounding of his head faded to a gentle thud.

Viktor stared up at his father with a look of surprise. Silco was here. How long had he been at his bedside? Though his features were pale, paler than usual, and the young inventor regarded his father with bewilderment, a tender concern laid within the expression.

"Father? Are you well?"

His voice shook. Viktor clutched at his father's arm; oh, how silly it was for the sickly fifteen year old to ask Silco when he was not the one in the bed. And then, as if remembering everything that occured, more panic flashed upon his features.

"My lab. Blitzcrank. Are they - are they safe? How long was I out?"

He moved too quickly, and the pain of his leg shocked him. Ah, Tomo had broken that. The reminder made him wince. His voice was gruff, gruffer than he'd ever allowed himself to get before.

"I want to kill him. He left me. It wasn't genuine. He. Father, he didn't love me. It was a trick. I want to make him bleed. He wants to steal my work, take my interview at the Academy. It was all a ploy to - to. To leave me for dead."

[thesinglegear]

"Greetings, fleshlings."

This is an independent roleplay blog for Blitzcrank, the Great Steam Golem from League of Legends. Penned by Poro, mun of @metalvsflesh.

This interpretation is a fusion of my old blog, 2011 lore, and 2016 lore. Any lore developments and rewrites caused by the Netflix series Arcane is and will be ignored, but muses taking them into account are still welcomed to interact so long as you respect the fact that Blitzcrank will treat your muse as if they are from an Alternate Universe.

Additionally, please note this blog is a side blog and my secondary roleplay blog, with my primary roleplay blog ( @mxgalodon ) taking priority. As such, replies may be slow. Please do not hesitate to approach me with questions or plot ideas, however.

Important Information (below the cut):

Blitzcrank is genderfluid (masculine-leaning) and uses they/he pronouns.

This blog does not have a primary Viktor. By default, Blitzcrank does not know the status of Viktor and has mixed feelings about him. They believe he abandoned them to Stanwick, but have fond memories of him otherwise.

That being said, I am willing to interact with any and all Viktors who are interested in writing with a Blitzcrank as if he is their designated Viktor. I'm perfectly fine with adapting the lore I abide by to fit with your Viktor's lore. I only ask you give me a run down if it is not clearly outlined on your blog.

The only exception to this is any Arcane-based Viktors, as he is not a machinist and did not create Blitzcrank. All Arcane-based Viktors will be treated as if they were from alternate universes.

[hryniewiecki]

Grand Arcane S2 review

because I really need it to move on

Remember how I mentioned I could write an entire book about everything that went wrong with this season? Well, this is what a little excerpt from it would look like.

Let's start with a personal note to clarify my relationship with this hell of a piece of media.

S1 was this miracle show that was able to break through the several years of depression and anhedonia and make me interested in something, make me try to get back into making art (or at least try to try), to put myself out there on the internet a bit, to try be a part of something and not ashamed of enjoying it, which I never allowed myself before. Coincidentally, I've been at what I thought then was the worst place in my life when it aired and it helped me a lot to get through it. I didn't even think I would make it to see S2, as thee years felt like forever then. Taking all that into consideration, I think you can already tell where this is going.

I honestly thought I was prepared for S2 not being good, as no show could be this perfect. Turns out I wasn't prepared at all. Act 1 made me very happy, so happy I watched it two times, but the rest is something I would've never watch again and rather forget about.

The characters I wanted to see the most were Warwick (body horror, The Wrath of Zaun haunting the streets - got just a glimpse of that, but it felt like nothing) and Viktor (cyborgs and cyber gore, misunderstood idealist, Blitzcrank - got basically nothing; the idea was kinda there somewhere, but got changed so much it didn't matter at all).

I can't believe they took a godforsaken champion like Viktor and not only ruined his story completely, but also managed to fuck up everything else by all of a sudden making him a center of all of this mess. The center being the arcane/hextech/magic, which never even gets resolved/explained. Still no idea why it got corrupted and what was the nature of it; the void was never taken anywhere despite being heavily hinted - everything was evil because it was, but luckily the magic of friendship saved us!! (I'll get to that)

Speaking of crucial plotlines that weren't taken anywhere.. Basically every character got screwed over and made empty. Let's use Vi for a quick example (may not actually be the best example, but hopefully you'll get what I mean) - when I saw the pit fighter scene released early, I expected to see it have a continuation in the show, but instead it ended up just being the exact same music video, nothing more. And that goes for some more events - they get compressed into music videos that make it all incredibly hollow. Fight scenes are fine like this, sure, but not something that was supposed to be a bit more emotional and serious. Anyway, they successfully made me hate most of the characters. Either hate or just straight up not recognize them, and in a bad way.

Long story short the pacing is awful (it only gets back to normal in ep7, as it resembles the structure of S1) and the writing sucks ass. I can't for the love of god believe it was written alongside S1. There's no way in hell - it's literally all the worst fan theories I've seen come to life and get mixed with fanservice. *puts on a tinfoil hat* Maybe this is the real why they needed an extra year or two, as S2 was initially supposed to be released earlier. No way in hell the same people who wrote S1 and cared so much about the characters would do anything like this. Riot must've gotten heavily involved, making us believe they cut the story short (I think 5 seasons in Piltover/Zaun were planned initially?) for the benefit of it, but all it really was is greed - let's make a bunch of bullshit happen and quickly move to another region to sell more skins for new champions.

Now let's get back to the ending. Man, it really had it all - the nonsense, the multiverse bullshit which basically makes nothing make sense anymore (if there was anything left), the (yes, I'm going to say it, because that's exactly what I felt) cringe and embarrassment. Never seen anything more hollow trying to convince me it was deep and emotional (sums up the whole show perfectly).

How the hell the only thing that was supposed to save Viktor from himself was Jayce telling him he's perfect the way he is? Sure, don't try to cure your illness (that my city caused, but "fortunately" another crucial part of the plot, which is the sister cities conflict, ceased to exist), it makes you beautiful, this is who you are (miserable, unwanted, feeling meaningless and like a burden, dying). I am at loss of words.

Now buckle up jayvik fans. I wasn't a fan of the ship as I'm not a fan of any ships in general, but now I despise it. I wouldn't mind if they actually went on with it, which no, they didn't. We don't want two men kissing (women making out is fine tho, won't make the gamers too angry), so let's play extra safe to make sure it could be explained as any type of other close bond (and that's exactly what Christian Linke does when asked about it). You disgusting cowards, either you show me this in plain sight and I wouldn't give it a second thought, or don't even try bring it up at all (and you can't deny it wasn't implied in S1 with all the Viktor's looks and parallels to Mel).

Where do I even begin? Because I don't think you have any idea on how many levels it actually sucks. If you read it as romantic it's basically telling me that if I was a gay man struggling with my feelings and not being able to confess for years, because I'm convinced I'm unworthy of love as something is inherently wrong with me, then the best I could get after surviving all this (what honestly seems like hell) is a hug, because you're ashamed of me and thus I should be ashamed of who I am till the very end.

Something equally bad is Jayce finding out (or rather we finding out) how wonderful the world could look like if he let go of his beautiful dream, his life's work, and killed himself - it never gets denied, as the corruption of hextech doesn't get explained.

Long story short, if you're struggling with your mental health, trauma issues, disability or any of the problems the characters you related to deal with, this show spits you in the face.

I could go on forever about everything that's wrong (even Jinx got played dirty), but let's finish with the few things I liked: act 1 was promising (it's when I believed they could still make sense of Viktor), fun Sevika's arcade arm fight, the epic fight at the Janna's temple (Woodkid goat), Jayce killing Salo (I felt something) and Jayce's glitchy madness in general, young Vander flashback (felt something), ep7 and Singed's story (the only one that makes any sense).

Other than that the show left me with nothing but void in my heart (I guess that's when it all went). The saddest thing being the masses love it anyway, as it seems they'll watch anything that's colorful enough. And Riot will make lots of money of off it, because in the end they never loose. I'm not denying Fortiche absolutely outdid themselves with the art, it's just heartbreaking nothing else even remotely stands up to it.

[metalvsflesh]

dad & son...

[thesinglegear]

"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀʟғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ," the golem quipped back, without a moment’s hesitation. He made a dramatic show of rolling his eyes as soon as Viktor rounded back with the tool box. "ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ 'ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ' ᴀɴᴅ 'ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ's. ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ 𝟹𝟶𝟶 - ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟ�� - sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀsɪᴄ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀs."

Blitzcrank - for lack of a better term - squatted to the level requested. There was a certain smugness to the way he handled himself, despite his expression staying completely neutral. As if one were waiting for a prank to start...

wink. [nonverbal prompts] (thesinglegear)

"Hold still."

Viktor left for only a moment, returning with a tool box and step ladder.

"Kneel, please. Your right eye seems to be malfunctioning."

[juuuulez]

Machine Herald! Viktor Headcanons

info: 651 words of Glorious Evolution, and a cute little drabble at the end <3

cws: none! unless you’re scared of a little league lore…

I also mentioned that, if you’d like to see the metal man in the flesh, Viktor content can be found in both Vi’s and Jayce’s Legends of Runeterra stories!!! Here and Here, they only go for 4 mins each and have beautiful voice acting!

- You probably have your own mask. He made it for you to wear whenever clients come around to the lab, not wanting to give away your precious identity.

- Actually, he is real strict about protecting you. Safety was never a concern before you came along, Viktor is a big metal giant, nobody ever threatens to oppose him. (And when they do, it’s not pretty. This man has lasers).

- So when his life is uprooted by a small, fleshy human, Viktor isn’t too sure how to act. Dangerous people come by his lab every day, criminals and various threats that could end you in one swoop.

- It becomes pretty quickly known that the Machine Herald has a little companion, a pet as the local Chem-Barons like to call you. The nickname originally rubbed him the wrong way, but after you’d laughter it off he figured it wasn’t so bad. It made Viktor feel like he owned you, that you were his to protect and take care of.

- Yeah, so pretty possessive. Sometimes even overbearingly-so, but it comes from a good place. I’d say he has a good heart, but….

- Despite the rivalry that Viktor holds with Jayce, the two of you actually still get along quite well. Sometimes when Viktor is being particularly snappy, or just not letting you do anything, you’ll slink up to Piltover and sulk to Jayce. The two knew eachother for a long time, so he’s usually a good source of advice.

- Blitzcrank adores you.

- Viktor probably convinced you to have an alteration of your own, maybe a robotic arm or leg. He wants you to experience the Glorious Evolution.

- HE GROWLS 😍😍😍

- Dead serious. Canon. Actual fact.

“Don’t touch,” Viktor scolded, hands working away and some sort of contraption. Defiant, you continued to try and poke around at it, to which the Hexclaw slapped your fingers away.

This was a regular occurrence, when you’d get kind of snappy and start trying to distract Viktor. He feared that he didn’t give you enough attention, or the care that you needed, due to always being busy with work. It was a telltale sign that his pet was in need of some extra love.

“Five more minutes, baby.”

Those words should have soothed you, but they only added to the antsy fire in your gut. It was always five more minutes. Truely, you were sick of that phrase. Sick of always waiting a little longer, until eventually, something else came up. He needed to see a client, or fix Blitzcrank, or you just got tired and went to bed alone.

Hands trailed up Viktor’s metal neck, fingertips scraping over the patterned ridges. The noise stopped as you reached flesh, hooking underneath his mask with one finger and pulling it up.

A surprised, metallic warble left his mouth. The cutest sound.

“That is a safety hazard. I cannot continue working.” Viktor muttered, finally turning around in his chair to face you. Immediately, your hands were all over him. Thumbs pressing into the soft skin of his face, fingertips ghosting over his cheekbones. It was quite easy to say that you were obsessed with his face.

“Good,” You mumbled, sliding a hand into his hair, which had grown considerably long. “Just means you’ll have to pay attention to me instead.”

Two big hands wrapped around your waist, giving a gentle little tug. You understood the message, not hesitating to clamber into your boyfriends lap. It felt so safe there, resting against his chest, tucked away where the world couldn’t get you.

“I’ve got you, dear. I do apologise for being so absorbed with work. Though, you were well aware of my position upon deciding to intrude on my life. But no matter what I’m doing, my heart will always belong to you, until the end of time. Ehh, not literally, of course.”

[blueroseava]

The Start of something Dangerous Pt3

Here is Part 1 & Part 2 if you missed it. This is the final part of this fic, I hope you all have enjoyed it. @anoncat-007 @sweetpotato-97

No under 18's

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: NSFW smut, Angst, Mentions of murder, Strangling. I think that's it... Sorry if forgot something.

Note: I absolutely love Blitzcrank, he's such a good older brother. Wish there was more Blitz content in this. So as I said, this is the final part, and get ready, because it's a long one. ;)

You wake up slowly as you feel someone shaking you softly, trying to stir you from your involuntary slumber. As you are finally able to open your eyes, you see a massive shape looming over you and you somehow by sheer reflex manage to fling yourself to the opposite side of the bed you’re lying on, a small squeak of a scream escaping your lips. The copper golem stares at you, bright blue eyes unblinking as it studies you. It doesn’t seem to be a threat, at least not at the moment. You can’t help but smile as it slowly tilts its head from one side to the other, as if pondering a question.

“It is good you are finally awake, mother unit. Brother has been asking for you. He is currently in the lab; father unit is showing him how he builds the parts to help the people.”

Your eyes widen as you jump to your feet, walking over to the golem you grasp one of his large hands in both of yours, your eyes pleading.

“Please take me to my son.”

He nods and turns, leading you out of the room. As you follow him you notice the height of the ceiling, realising this must be the warehouse on the map from Ambrose’s room; it must have been refurbished to double as a house and workshop. You walk past a kitchen and living room area before the golem turns and climbs up a flight of stairs. He slowly pushes open a door at the top and the sound of your son’s voice drifts out. You quickly push past him, only to freeze in your tracks as the sight before you leaves you stunned. Your son is happily talking to, for lack of a better description, something. A tall figure looms over Ambrose; where the golem has a more rounded body that makes him look jolly, this figure is all metal plates and angles. It looks like a high-tech suit of armour, but it’s more than that. You can make out the flesh of the figures neck fusing with the shoulder piece of the armour and you know it’s his body. There’s some cloth draped over one shoulder and his back like a cape and a loin cloth rests over his hips to hang down between his legs; for modesty or aesthetics, you can’t be sure. His dark hair moves with every turn or nod of his head and you can just make out that he looks to be wearing a mask. The Machine Herald, this is him; and he has your son enraptured, hanging on every word he speaks. You urge your frozen body to move, to push past the fear and dread holding you in place like a vice. With a surge of energy, you quickly cross the distance to push your body in-between that of the Herald and your son, glaring up at him as you reach a hand back to hold your son against you.

“Get away from him! I’m taking my son and we’re leaving.”

You start moving away from him, pulling your son with you as you feel him try to resist, when the Herald speaks up. His voice sounds familiar, curling the words with that accent you love.

“Would you really deprive a father of his son? Especially when we’ve only just met?”

“Vik… Viktor?”

Your son manages to pull free of your grip and run over to him, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Look mama! I found him. I knew he was alive. Aren’t you proud of me?”

Your attention snaps back to your son and you find yourself wresting with a slew of emotions, too many to sort through right now. So, you kneel down slowly, putting yourself at eye level with your son as you try to remain calm and keep your tone even.

“You ran away from home, Ambrose. I was worried about you. You could have gotten hurt, or worse, while trying to get here. Do you understand that?”

Ambrose looks down at his feet, the dejected look on his little face making him look more like the ten-year-old boy he is than the young man he tries to be. The Herald bends down to place a hand on your son’s shoulder, trying to comfort him.

“Perhaps you and Blitzcrank should go to the kitchen for some sweetmilk while your mother and I speak.”

Before you can argue he looks at you and even though he’s wearing a mask, his gaze is so intense that you find your protests dying on your tongue. Ambrose nods and Blitzcrank claps his large metallic hands in delight.

“Sweetmilk for brother. Come! We shall have some brother bonding.”

He leads Ambrose out, leaving you and the Machine Herald alone in the large workroom. The walls are lined with desks over strewn with mechanical equipment and shelves filled with all kinds of metal parts and pieces. Right in the centre of the room is a kind of operating table, the kind you’d expect in a hospital, with a large light on a movable arm hovering above it. A strange thought pops into your head and makes you smile despite yourself.

“I believe greetings are in order, doctor Frankenstein?”

He lets out a soft chuckle before slowly lifting up the mask to reveal his face, his hair falling onto his forehead like it used to. As his golden glowing eyes land on you, a soft gasp escapes your lips. The whites of his eyes are now black and the golden irises emit a soft glow, his skin is still pale, although it seems a bit more ashen now; but it’s still him. He’s alive. You jump to your feet, rushing towards him; you throw your arms around his neck in a tight hug. You feel his arms wrapping around you slowly, cautiously; almost like he’s afraid if he touches you, he’ll realize it’s a mirage. His metal chest is cold and hard against you, and try as you might you can’t ignore that he’s the same, but also vastly different. You let out a sigh as you slowly pull away, putting some space between the two of you so that you can look up at him, look into his eyes. His hands remain at your waist, refusing to let you move too far away.

“So, how much of you is still you and how much is metal?”

He does a slight head cock, the “Eh” leaving his lips like it used to, and immediately you’re reminded of the old Viktor. The Viktor who would get flustered at the slightest compliment. The Viktor who made you a metallic silver rose, because normal roses wilt and die. And even though this Viktor reminds you of your Viktor, he isn’t him, not anymore.

“I had to replace my lungs, for obvious reasons. A few other non-essential organs I also replaced, just for ease and before any other medical issues might take hold. I fused most of my skin with a synthetic alloy I invented. It functions as normal skin would, but it is much more durable. I had to combine my blood with a self-engineered bio-fuel to get the new mechanical organs to function with the normal ones; a difficult, albeit rewarding experience. Luckily my new projects don’t require such extensive alterations. I’ve been successful in making any new organs or limbs work with regular blood supplied by the body. That way my patients don’t need to have their blood suffused regularly, like I do.”

You smile as he continues to speak, apparently the passion he has for his work still gets him carried away with his explanations. He’s always been able to ramble on and on about whatever he’s working on, trying to explain it to you or whomever might want to hear. Your own musings are suddenly interrupted when you feel his warm breath on your neck, just below your ear as he whispers:

“But I made sure to save your favourite parts of me. My face; because I remember how much you enjoyed caressing my beauty spots whenever we were in bed together, lying in each other’s arms. My heart, because it has always been yours. And lastly, the one part of me that always managed to make you scream my name.”

One of his hands slide off your waist to grasp your hand and place it firmly between his legs. You feel, beneath that damn loin cloth, his cock twitching and hot as your palm presses over it. A quiet “Fuck” escapes your lips as you close your eyes, involuntary memories of days spent in his bed playing across your eyelids. You feel his lips graze over your cheek, leaving a burning trail across your skin, before planting a feverish kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck once more, one of your hands knotting in his hair as you return the kiss. You kiss him with all the love and longing for him that you had kept locked up inside of your heart all these years. Tears sting your eyes as he holds you tightly against his chest, lifting you up off of the floor to place more kisses along your neck and jaw before returning to your mouth. You feel your longing for him bleed down your body to a more intimate part of yourself, a moan escaping your lips and he moans in return. You open your eyes and the heat of his gaze is enough to pull another moan from you.

“Viktor. I need you.”

With one arm he sweeps everything off of the desk next to him, placing you on top of it in a sitting position. He kneels in front of you, pulling off your pants with rushed and shaking hands before his head disappears between your legs as his hands move under your knees to hook your legs over his shoulders. You let out a ragged breath in a hiss as you feel his tongue flick over your clit, already warm and soaked from your arousal. You hear him moan in appreciation as his lips close around your clit to suck on it, the action makes your head snap back as your back arches, his name leaving your lips like a prayer and a curse. His head moves back so he can look up at you, a devilish smile on his face.

“Remove the rest of your clothes for me, my dove?”

Your hands happily oblige before your mind can even fully process the request and you feel him move to stand between your legs, his loin cloth now removed. His hands slowly hook your legs over his hips as he leans in to take one of your now bare nipples into his mouth. His tongue is warm as it swirls around your nipple while he sucks on it. His hands rest on your hips, holding you in place on the edge of the table as he rubs his throbbing cock between your folds. His mouth releases your nipple to place kisses up your chest and in your neck, the cold air a stark contrast to his warm mouth. He moans against the skin of your throat, his lips vibrating with the sound.

“You’re perfect. My beautiful love.”

He kisses you then as he starts to push his cock inside of you, achingly slowly. You kiss him feverishly, a mess of lips and tongues as your hands find hold in his hair, like a grounding element to keep your soul from soaring away from all the pleasure you feel. You feel him fill you perfectly, like you were made for each other; before he pulls out only to repeat the process, igniting a spark in your belly that shoots up your spine. It isn’t long before you feel that familiar sensation, like standing on a precipice before suddenly falling. You feel his name leave your lips as you constrict around his cock, your ecstasy taking over as you reach your climax. You vaguely hear him whispering your name into your hair as you feel yourself come down from your high, his arms wrapped around you to hold you against his chest. You feel him shaking slightly as his own climax starts to subside and he kisses your hair, simply holding you. You sigh contentedly when something catches your eye; a rust-coloured stain on his cape, just past his shoulder. Images come flooding back to your memory; the men lying in the alleyway, bleeding out. The cold hand clamping over your mouth to press the rag over your nose, and the glimpse of a mask with golden eyes before the world went dark. You pull away suddenly, as much as you can in your current position; to stare up at him with wide eyes.

“It was you. You killed those men!”

He sighs, sounding slightly annoyed as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty. You climb off the table to grab your clothes, praying your knees don’t give in after what just transpired between the two of you.

“They were going to kill you Y/N. What was I supposed to do? Let them?”

You manage to grab your shirt and pull it on, trying to cover up your naked body and recover some of your modesty. Viktor doesn’t seem to have the same qualms, his loin cloth lying forgotten on the floor as he paces slightly.

“Eh, honestly, I was hoping you wouldn’t even remember that whole ordeal. The substance I used to render you unconscious was supposed to cause short term memory loss.”

You stare at him incredulously, his blasé attitude towards human life leaving you feeling stunned.

“You could have simply stopped them! You didn’t need to kill them.”

He lets out a huff as he turns his full gaze back to rest on you, no longer pacing.

“Do not fool yourself Y/N. This is Zaun. They would not hesitate to kill you, so why should I hesitate to do the same?”

You shake your head as you gather the rest of your clothes, trying to get dressed quickly.

“If that’s how easy it is for you to kill someone, then Ambrose and I won’t be staying. I won’t let my son…”

He’s on you in the blink of an eye, a hand wrapping around your throat to hold you in place as a third arm appears from under his cloak to train a glowing eye on you. He attached the Hex-claw to his back it seems.

“OUR son. Our son that you chose not to tell me about. That you chose to keep from me. No, my dear Y/N, you and OUR son won’t be going anywhere. This is your home now.”

You desperately claw at his hand, trying to remove it from your throat as your lungs beg for air.

“Vik… Please…”

He relaxes his grip, but only slightly, and you greedily suck air into your body as your lungs burn from the strain. His eyes harden as he looks down at you, his voice gaining a tinge of venom as he speaks.

“You are mine. You walked away from me once because I was too weak to stop you. Never again.”

You glare up at him, the tone of your voice matching his.

“Jayce will come looking for us.”

He surprises you by laughing.

“Then I will kill him. No one will take you from me. Do you understand now Y/N?”

He pulls you close to lean in and say into your ear as you hear Ambrose laughing in the hallway with Blitzcrank.

“You. Are. Mine.”

[arcanetoymakerau]

THIS POST IS COMPLETELY OUTDATED! NEW VERSION IS HERE: [LINK]

Hello! Hello!

Welcome! @mariana-souza speaking here and this is my Arcane AU side blog.

"The Toymaker" how I called, it's a "what if?" alternative universe of Arcane - LoL series I recently started to write, since my Devil May Cry AU: @dmcfsstory is already finished in theory (I just need to write down the chapters of it). Join me during the concepting of this AU here! Since this AU is a work in progress, stuff is subject to change, so, don't take concepts/ideas from old posts as the definitive ones. My friend @beanswithbones helps me with text proofreading + edit (english isn't my first language).

The complete story is being written and it's available on Ao3: [LINK]

The AU starts after Powder and Vi's discussion after Vander's death(end of episode 3, precisely at 36:50).

What if?

Powder ran away scared for her life when she saw Silco, she end up in Topcity and was found by Viktor?

Vi was able to ran from Marcus?

Viktor didn't know Singed?

There was more characters from the og universe in the Arcane universe (on season 1)?

Silco won't have the "chains" of his paternal love for Jinx and have more powerful allies making him a bigger threat to Topcity and his enemies than in cannon.

Read about the most plot-wise active characters here:

[Jinx(soon)] - [Viktor] - [Caitlyn]

[Vi(TBA)] - [Ekko(TBA)] - [Zeri(TBA)]

[Jayce(TBA)] - [Mel(TBA)] - [Camille(TBA)]

[Silco(TBA)] - [Sevika(TBA)] - [Renata(TBA)]

Added characters from og universe in this Arcane AU: Renata, Zeri, Blitzcrank, Camille, Ziggs, Zoe, Twitch, Warwick, Urgot, Aurelion Sol and Kindred(more details about here: [LINK]).

There's a new technology here called ArcTech. Read about here [HERE].

Plot/lore info + FAQ under the cut:

What didn't change: Character's height, age maybe, great part of the character's personality/behavior, world setting, base story of "topcity vs undercity".

Pairings in acts 2, 3 and 4:

*Romantic: Mel and Jayce, Jinx and Zeri, Vi and Caitlyn.* But this story isn't focused on romance.

*Platonic: Viktor and Sky, Viktor and Jayce, Silco and Sevika*

Pairings in act 5: *Romatic: Jinx and Zeri and Ekko, Sevika and Renata.*

Act 1: same as canon, but with that different end; Powder is adopted by Viktor and Vi isn’t captured by Marcus Introduces: Renata.

Act 2: What happened in what would be the timeskip, 10 years passes in this act; Jinx began her reputation as The Toymaker while Viktor is working on Hextech. Jinx and Viktor creates a new technology in secret called ArcTech(Arcane Technology). Meanwhile, Vi and Ekko found the Firelights Group to help those who were still in Vander’s side and also to (try to) hold Silco to start another big conflict with Topcity. Introduces: Zeri, Ziggs, Blitzcrank, Zoe, Twitch, Kindred and Aurelion Sol.

Act 3: “Vi’s rescue” like I called. Vi was captured by Silco, he wants to transform her into a weapon with Singed’s and Renata’s help. The Firelights accept support from the Aquanimas (since Jinx was already looking for her sister) to help rescue Vi: while Caitlyn goes with the Firelights to help find where Vi is and to figure what else Silco is up to, Zeri joins the Academy to gather more engineering knowledge to power up the Firelights’ equipment with Jinx’s help. The discussion of Hextech weapons and prosthetic body parts starts as some big chemtech machines are starting to show up to cause havoc in Topcity. Introduces: Warwick, Camille and Urgot.

Act 4: rework in progress

Note: reminder that this is an AU with working in progress, stuff are subject to change.. and I'm still learning LoL's lore... but this is an AU, so a few incoherences can happen.

Note 2: I don't play LoL, I'm just a lore enthusiast and I got in this fandom through Arcane.

QUICK FAQ:

-Can I do fanart/fic?

Of course! I would love to see it! Just not NSFW(like porn or gore for example) and of course don’t forget to credit it.

-Can I use a concept(s) from The Toymaker? (ex.: ArcTech)

Sure! But as always, give credit, it took me too long to develop them. Plus, if you need help in applying these concepts, contact me, I will be glad to help!

-Can I do a video from your comics or arts in my videos? (ex.: adding voice acting, panels “slide show”, AMVs, etc)

Yes, BUT notify me when you start to work on it. In this case I ask to give credit somewhere in the video and link(s) to the original arts in the description.

-Can I translate your fic and/or comics?

Yes, but let’s talk about first, discuss details like where/how to post, etc.

-Can I edit/trace over/repost your arts?

NOPE.

But if you’re unsure about something, ask me.