#Ximena talis

[avelera]

Y’know, maybe it should never have been shocking that as the son of an amputee, Jayce has no trouble seeing the beauty in imperfections and how they make us who we are.

Jayce didn’t encounter his first disability with Viktor, or in his own household when his leg was broken, but with his mother when she lost her fingers to the cold on the day the mage (Viktor) saved them both. Her disability wasn’t a weakness to Jayce, it was a product of profound strength battling the elements to save her and her son’s life.

[cgspart]

Ximena did not raise her boy to act like a hooligan with a hickey on his neck!!!

[amorisrat]

yet another illustration for @owepossum's AMAZING fic this devotion may contain side effects cause ofc i'm finding myself illustrating it cause IM OBSESSED I LOVE THIS AU

This is a scene from the newest chapter, aka Viki's birthday brunch <3

[paper-cities]

Later in the lab:

[4amarcanethoughts]

Post canon Jayce retaining some arcane abilities but not necessarily realising. He finds that when he dreams now, it is incredibly vivid and often lucid when not plagued by nightmares. He starts exploring his dreamscape, confronting fears and thoughts pushed to the back of his mind during waking hours.

All the while he keeps finding cracks, a dark expanse littered with golden threads lying just out of reach. He keeps these things to himself, knowing it would only worry Viktor.

One day, a crack becomes a fissure and curiosity gets the best of him. He slips through. Around him are gold strings stretching beyond site. Strings of lives and realities he has no knowledge of how to traverse. And yet one calls to him. Thrumming to the tune of lullaby. Warm and soothing against the cold creeping in.

He reaches for it.

It takes him home. That first instance of home. A feeling often lost when childhood fades and ignorance lessens. The safety of a mother's arms when the world feels too big. He finds her standing in the kitchen as he remembered her then. Gentle, unyielding. Her eyes sad in a way he knew they wouldn't have been.

"Mamá," he calls in a voice too young, too innocent. This was not his dream, after all.

She turns to him, her gaze soft, sombre. A look he isn't meant to understand. She scolds him lightly, teasingly, remarking how it's much too nice a day to be inside. That he should be outside playing with the other children. Jayce had almost forgotten how that loneliness felt.

But she had seen it then, saw it now, too. In the way his face must've fallen. In eyes that bore years far beyond what they should.

"Jaycito-"

He collides into her, arms wrapping around her legs, face buried in the fabric of her skirt.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I m-miss you," he hiccups. Shoulders shaking, frame trembling. There was so much left unsaid, so many moments lost. No chance of saying goodbye.

She pulls him into an embrace, knelt down at his level. Fingers carding through his hair, a hand rubbing his back.

"Hush, hush mi amor. I'm here, I'm right here."

She waits for his cries to calm before pulling back, hands cupping his face and wiping the remnants of his tears.

"I'll always be with you, Jayce. Now, come and help me with dinner. I'm making your favourite."

Time passed too quickly. Food on the table he set with her grateful praise. Music playing as they washed up after. An evening he never imagined reliving. A melancholy hanging over the memory of a memory, tucked into bed as it once was in his subconscious.

She stood from his bedside, wishing him goodnight after one more story than he should have had. He knew, and so did she. But she always read him a second.

Panic, pulling. The fraying of a thread, the call of another world.

"I love you, mamá," he says as the corners of the bedroom fade. She smiles. Warm, sorrowed.

"I know. I love you too, mi corazón. Always."

Jayce awoke in Viktor's arms, forehead pressed against his chest. He listened to his heartbeat, his breathing. Reminding himself it was just a dream. That he would never get to say everything he wished he had. That forgiveness could not be found.

Ximena awoke to an empty house, the world starting to turn again. She knew that somehow, somewhere, her little boy was safe. That he loved her. That she loved him. And she had nothing to forgive.

[aleurain]

I'M READY

[spacedandii]

a lil doodle of ximena meeting viktor for the first time!! i have worms

[komzstar]

My heart goes out to Ximena Talis ughgh,, She'll never know the truth of what happened to her son, and that's so devastating. She did so much so that he could live a good life in Piltover, having walked through a blizzard with him while they only had the clothes on their backs, only for her and Jayce to be saved from hypothermia by the mysterious figure that was revealed to be Viktor later on.

She doesn't know that her son was forced to eat diseased vermin and crawl his way out of a cave with a leg he had to pop back in himself. That was her baby, and she loves him so deeply. The way she hugs herself after putting Jayce's name in the pile of other fallen friends is so heartwrenching

[mashruuums]

Mother....

[juniperarts]

Proud Grandma 🥹

contuation of this

[captainx-camino]

There's something so perverse about how Jayce is paraded around in white and red and gold when his House colors are clearly shades of blues and browns.

Especially because the more he is used and controlled by the council as a whole, the more he is plastered about as some figurehead or poster boy of Piltover's progresses, the more he is draped in the gilding of false colors.

We actually never get to see him wearing his own House colors past his flashback with the mage, in which the majority of his little outfit is made up of the more humble color scheme.

The only thing he actually still owns in his house colors is the blanket he gives to Viktor, which can be seen in his childhood room and is made of the same material his mother wore during the blizzard for warmth.

Edit to add:

I'm adding this to the original post so y'all don't assume I just didn't analyze the literal BEST Jayce outfit in the whole series.

It's a mourning shroud.

While the highlights may have some blue to them (blue highlighting is very common in animation to keep things from looking dull or muddy) the midtone on his shirt is actually in the yellow field.

Also, no. The Talis House symbol is not red. It's brown and gold (sometimes with white).

Any red relating to the Talis symbol is BECAUSE of the color corruption of Jayce, not in spite of it.

The outfit still has meaning, but as I said in the post, he NEVER goes back to his family colors after being paraded around in the red, gold, and white.

This outfit is black, red, and silver. His armor is black and gold with an off white coat (to show that he's still doing this in a way for Piltover as well, probably.)

It's and end and new beginning. It's a rebirth.

Not a return.

[strawberriesandstarsart]

More of my Arcane Kid AU to heal your soul.

Jayce: look mom I have a weak leg! *leg over a 90 degree*

Also… I have no idea if Sky has any family…

[mugentakeda]

some doodles from the past few days

[serennes-art]

breaking the news to ximena

comic illustration of a couple of scenes from chapter 11 of coming home (but not to you) by @lesbianherald

[mud-muffin]

Ximena finally got to meet her granddaughter and got a glimpse of a face she hasn’t seen in a long time :’)

And she of course brought all sorts of cool gifts for little Soraya✨ even though some of them seems rather impractical? 🤔

[go-fornicate-yourself]

Okay so I know that people were talking about how Caitlyn looks weirdly similar to Jinx and Vi’s mom and people were joking abou Vi might have mommy issues for getting with a woman that looks like her mom.

Speaking of mommy issues (and banging someone that looks like your mom) I have discovered something quite interesting…

WHY DO VIKTOR AND XIMENA HAVE THE SAME PROFILE???