#and if that means jayvik then it means jayvik

[ellenchain]

DAY 3 of Jayvikweek: machine 🦾/butterfly 🦋

I couldn't decide because I don't like either version, but I'm posting them anyway because I want to participate too 😔

mad scientist Jayce and arcane herald butterfly in a rushed style

au, in which Jayce tries to get Viktor out of the astral plane and does everything to do so; including building an artificial body and practising necromancy again

And Viktor the Arcane Herald, destroyer of worlds, is confronted with his second greatest weakness: social events

[pigfartsviatardis]

So like wtf even was zaundads.

I mean from the perspective of the writers room. Because S1 vander and silco were actually genuinely very sibling coded. In a weird uncomfortably homoerotic vibes way, yes, but a proper effort was made in the writing to parallel them strongly with vi and jinx, and they kept calling each other ‘brother’ instead of having it be one line said to a different character (cough jayvik cough).

Then s2 does the brokeback mine jackets thing and it’s like ok sure whatever. Then you get to episode 7 and. They are 1000% a couple. Like they are DADS and clearly wifing each other up HARD. And I would say maybe it’s a case of animators going rogue if it were just stuff like silco running his horny ass fingertip along vander’s bra strap or whatever:

But it’s in the writing too! Having Benzo do the chronic third wheel ‘ugh’ when silco and vander do their gay lil heart eyes toast… that felt LOUD.

Like I really just don’t know what to make of a show that sibling codes two dudes so successfully in s1 that a large chunk of the audience thought they were biological brothers, then does THAT in s2. I mean I love zaundads and I love s2e7!!! But these writers…..

I’m not sure the shippers are the ones who get confused between romantic and brotherly vibes tbh 😅

[meme-the-frog]

Myabe there was a similar post, but I've just noticed (at my second watching) that there were two times when Viktor gave Jayce the crystal. It is... More then once and it's not strange.

Both times there was a period when Jayce lost belief in himself, when he was devastated and ready to accept all the bad that happened to him. Accept that his life is almost over, when there was no one who can help or understand him.

And than a great chance to change everything, to began it from the start, to continue trying - comes to him. At the most worst moment of his life, at the last second and just right when he isn't waiting for someone to be near and HEAR him...

...Viktor comes.

Both times Jayce is at the edge of the cliff and both times Viktor comes to save him.

And this all happens within one episode. Maybe that's how writers wanted to introduce Viktor to us and show how deep is their bond with Jayce. And no matter how bad Jayce's day is Viktor is always near, always here to support, to heal, to stand on his side, to go through all dangers. So beautiful and pure.

[glitchyycatt]

i think jayvik is giving forgot it was new years while working in the lab and viktor is like ‘oh shit its midnight’ and kissed jayce and then just goes back to work

[mxbbadperson]

HOLD UP au where only viktor vanishes into the arcane and Jayce is alive. He’s the last thing left of hextech. He writes viktors name and watches it as it burns. And now he has to live without viktor, forever. Viktor died for him.

he’d be so depressed and passively suicidal he doesn’t groom himself properly, gets constant flashes of when he was stuck in the cave and Mel has to get him up most of the time. But at least viktors name doesn’t get erased from the hextech files.

oh that would RUIN jayce.

jayce comes back, landing on the top of the hexgates screaming viktor's name, screaming for viktor. ekko hears it and his chest clenches from how raw and anguished jayce sounds. yeah, he understands the feeling. jayce screams himself hoarse and collapses weeping.

jayce has collapsed when people come to get him and ekko. jayce is inconsolable. he's now completely silent. he walks and eats but he stays in the lab and he doesn't talk no matter how ximena, caitlyn, mel and even ekko coax him. what's the use of talking if the most important person isn't here to hear and answer him? there's no trace of viktor so jayce retreats into his memories

what finally snaps jayce out of his daze is seeing his name being the only name in the hexgates plans. that's-that's not right. there's no trace of viktor even here in the thing they built together? it makes jayce furious. he starts to have viktor's name added to their plans.

and for that, jayce goes through their notes and plans. and his heart breaks for the nth time because he finds viktor's ideas and plans that were turned down by the council, by him. and here it all is, viktor's ideas and plans to help zaun heal. fuck, viktor was so kind wasn't he? all he wanted was to do good and even jayce, his partner, refused him. and jayce can't apologize to him now, can't hear his voice and watch him write and be there as viktor shared his ideas. jayce cries again, careful not to get viktor's papers wet.

jayce finds a purpose. there's no trace of viktor so he'll be the one to leave parts of viktor in the world. first he'll put viktor's name in their hextech and gates then... zaun has gained independence with a zaunian in the council so they need help to rebuild. jayce will do what viktor can't anymore, will do what he should have done with viktor years ago.

jayce still wants to just stop existing, to lie down and fade away in the hopes that when he dies, he'll see viktor again. but there's no trace of viktor of the world. so someone must leave parts of him to be remembered by. jayce has a purpose now so going to see viktor again will have to wait.

so jayce helps zaun heal, helps them rebuild then he'll help against the sickness caused by the grey. and then he compiles and publishes all of viktor's ideas and plans, the first volume in viktor's colors. viktor of the undercity in blazing gold, the color of his eyes. and after? jayce goes back to the talis family forge. he commissions a painting and a bust and writes a book as he waits for them to be finished.

and when they are, jayce weeps. he knows that his memories don't match viktor's face but the memories are all he has, even his sketches don't compare. but this is viktor's face. immortalized in painting, immortalized in statue. he hangs the painting over the fireplace, puts the bust in his room. but there's still one last thing to do. jayce finishes his memoir and has it published.

there's no trace of viktor anywhere so jayce will leave parts of him in the world. and parts of himself too. jayce wrote down his memories of viktor, even his transformation and the end of his life, and sent it out the world. he doesn't care what people say, doesn't care if they don't believe it. he's told his part and that's the only thing that matters.

he has the first volume in viktor's colors, jayce talis in the color of viktor's eyes. jayce stares at viktor's statue. he puts his hand over the statue's nape and presses his forehead against it. here and possibly forever, the world will know of viktor and how much jayce talis loved him.

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Hey I'm back with more arcane thoughts and they're sad! Because god forbid we catch a break in this fandom, right? Anyway (spoilers ahead)

MEL DOESN'T HAVE FRIENDS :(

I know that's gonna sound crazy. You're probably saying, "oh but she's so cool and lovely" and I agree but I really need y'all to think about this. Who does she talk to for any reason except political intrigue? Nobody but Jayce and Viktor. You could make an argument for Lest but she was also spying for her, so we don't know the nature of that relationship. It may very well have been another political thing.

Now I just wanna say upfront that I don't think any of this is really her fault, I mean you've seen how the council is and she probably doesn't know anybody else in Piltover. I mean think about it, she's a whole princess, her life IS politics. Her existence is political. Anyone she knew before her exile is probably a noble of some kind and it's very hard to remove politics from those relationships. That's probably how she ended up on the council to begin with. Jayce and Viktor are the only people who aren't nobility that she talks to. Jayce is a part of a family that was only just starting to gain significant wealth and respect, he's new money. Viktor is from the undercity. All of his money is coming from whoever's paying for him to be there. They're the only people who exist outside of the politics of the council. They're also dead now.

So let me summarize and put it in perspective. Mel lost her brother, was exiled from her home and whatever relationships she had there (which was probably with a whole bunch of nobles), went to Piltover and became a politician, thus becoming surrounded by nobles once again, she then had to kill her mom, and the only people who didn't want anything from her and didn't pressure her are now space dust. Let it sink in.

It makes this scene right here just that much sadder. She's really doing it all on her own now. Once again, her whole life will revolve around politics and there's nobody to give her a break. Nobody she can trust enough to be vulnerable around. She has more power than ever before but I don't think that's ever what she wanted. She knew she'd get it, I don't think this was a surprise, she knew she didn't have a choice.

I'm also thinking about how she didn't even have time to process her grief. They just cleaned up the aftermath of the war, which took a few weeks if not a month. They're probably still wondering what happened to Jayce and Viktor, did they figure it out yet? Can they even figure it out? She's probably still waiting on that news here. She probably already assumed they were gone in some capacity. That must be hurting her like you wouldn't believe, especially considering that she and Jayce never officially ended their relationship. They got separated, argued a little bit but made up, and then just went to war. There was no time to break up even if they wanted to, and honestly I'm not sure that they did and I'm saying this as a Jayvik truther. And don't even get me started on the guilt she probably feels about her mother. That could be a whole other post in itself.

Anyway, point is, Mel needs a hug so so badly oh my GOD

[arkaniske]

Say it like you Mean It

AO3 Link \\\ Chapter Three: Bluebells

2500 words \ SFW \ Jayvik

Tw: blood, blisters.

Beta read by @kitcatkim

Summary: Five times Jayce brought flowers for Viktor and one time Viktor brought flowers for Jayce.

This was how he found his third flower to gift. He had spent another hour scrambling through the language of flowers, finger tracing over every word until he found exactly what he needed. More words he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud, but could could weave into petals and stems.

Chapter One: Daffodils \\\ Chapter Two: Sunflowers

The lab was quiet, save for the low buzz of machinery and the occasional scrape of tools against metal. Jayce was hunched over his workstation once more, trying his best to focus on the intricate wiring of the device in front of him. He was supposed to be testing the power flow of one of their Hextech prototypes, but his thoughts kept straying from circuits to sunflowers.

It wasn’t like him to get distracted like this, and all over flowers? They were such a simple thing, yet somehow, picking them out had consumed his mind. He’d spent nearly two hours reading through his book yesterday, taking notes and making lists. The language of flowers had become his quiet obsession, each bloom a chance to say something he didn’t have the courage to put into words just yet.

What if I’m doing too much? What if I’m being annoying? Jayce thought, adjusting a tiny wire with his pliers. Daffodils were fine, same with the sunflowers. He seemed to like them? Are roses too much? Yes. Yes they are too much, don’t even think about it.

He frowned, biting his lip as he flicked a switch on the device. A faint hum told him it was powering up. He glanced across the lab to Viktor, scribbling notes in his ever-present notebook, his focus sharp and uninterrupted. He always made it seem so effortless, every move deliberate and calculated. Jayce found himself staring at his partner’s hands again, his own tightening slightly around his tools.

He probably thinks it’s ridiculous. Jayce thought, his stomach twisting. Bringing flowers into a lab like some… lovesick puppy. He sighed, dragging a hand halfway down his face before processing his own thoughts. Ok. Hold on. Lovesick? That’s a new thought, maybe not lovesick, that sounds like a lot. Maybe I just want him to know how much I appreciate him, and everything he does and is, and how I kind of want to wake up with him next to me and oh! Make breakfast for him, bring him his sweet milk while he’s snuggled up on my couch, maybe also like hold hands and maybe a kis—

The hum from the device grew louder, turning into a strained whine. Before Jayce could even react a sharp crack filled the air, followed by a burst of sparks.

Jayce’s head snapped up just in time to see the consequences of overloading the power regulator. The wires were becoming too hot, insulation burning away as the circuit surged with unstable energy. It glowed an ominous orange and sparks arced between wires like tiny lightning bolts, threatening to cascade into the rest of the system. The device sputtered violently, heat radiating from its surface.

“Jayce!” Viktor’s voice rang out sharply, cutting through the chaos. Before Jayce could react, Viktor was already moving. Panic rose quickly as the acrid scent of burning insulation and scorched metal filled the air.

“Wait, Viktor, don’t-“ Jayce started, but was too late.

Without hesitation, Viktor reached for the exposed wires. The heat radiating from the device made Jayce flinch, but Viktor’s hand remained steady. His fingers moved quickly with calculated precision, gripping the wires just above the sparking nodes to break the current without spreading the surge to nearby components. His knowledge of the circuitry made the dangerous act look deceptively simple but Jayce couldn’t ignore the way arcs of energy snapped at Viktor’s fingers.

The surge collapsed with a crackling hiss, the systems core flickering for a moment before shutting down entirely. Smoke curled up from the wires, leaving a sharp tang in the air.

An angry swear filled with uncontrolled pain rang through their lab. The damage was done. Viktor yanked his hand back with a sharp hiss, his fingers curling instinctively as he staggered back a few steps from the device.

Jayce rushed forward, his heart pounding as his eyes locked on Viktor’s hand. The skin of his fingertips was red and blistered, shiny with the beginnings of burns from the intense heat he had exposed himself to. A thin, jagged cut ran diagonally across his palm where one of the wires exposed edges had bitten into his skin. Blood welled from the cut, trailing down his wrist in thin, uneven rivulets before pooling in small drops on the floor.

“Shit!” Jayce’s voice cracked as he reached for Viktor, fingers gently placed along the back of his injured hand, careful to not touch the cut. “Viktor, are you-“

“I am fine.” Viktor said quickly, his voice tight but controlled. Another swear escaping, this time hushed and more frustrated than anything as he pulled his hand back. Jayce could see his partner’s jaw clenching from the reaction to pain, even in this moment Viktor tried to stay calm. “It is minor burns, nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious?” Jayce’s eyes widened, trying not to raise his voice in disbelief. “V, you’re bleeding, and your fingers are - sit down, please. Let me-“

“Jayce.” Viktor’s voice softened as he attempted to wave off the concern. His non-injured hand curling around the wrist of his other hand as if he could starve off the source of pain. “It looks worse than what it is.” Viktor muttered, his jaw tight. “It is pain. It will pass.”

Jayce shook his head, guilt and panic swirling into a sickening storm in his chest. “You’re not brushing this off.” He said firmly, his voice low but resolute. “Sit. Please.” It came out more as a plead than a request. His bleeding heart on his sleeve as he almost felt dizzy with guilt.

For a moment Viktor hesitated, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as if considering whether to argue. But whatever he saw in Jayce’s expression made him relent. With a quiet sigh he sank into the nearest chair, his injured hand cradled against his chest.

Jayce didn’t waste a second. He was quick to grab the small first-aid kit from their storage and hurried back to his partner side. He crouched down in front of the man, pulse still thrumming in his ears with adrenaline as he opened the kit. He was by no means proficient in medicine, but years of experience in the lab had made him no stranger to cuts and burns. Quickly he got everything he needed out of the bag, antiseptic wipes, gauze and a roll of bandages.

“Let me see.” Jayce finally lifted his eyes, his voice even softer as guilt ate away at the edges of his words.

Viktor sharply inhaled, but still he extended his injured hand. The faintest tremble betraying the pain he was trying to hide. A small twitch to his upper lip told Jayce just what he needed to know.

Jayce took Viktor’s hand delicately, cradling it in his larger one as though it was cracked porcelain. The warmth of Viktor’s skin was a sharp contrast to the cold antiseptic wipe. His gaze flicked over the burns and cuts, wincing as his chest tightened further. The blisters on the tips of Viktor’s fingers were raw and angry, the heat having seared delicate skin. The harsh cut across his palm wasn’t deep enough to scar, but it was still enough to sting. To become a reminder of how close they’d come to something worse.

“This isn’t just ‘nothing’, Viktor.” Jayce said quietly, his brows furrowing as he began gently cleaning the wound. He dabbed the cut with the antiseptic wipe, his touch as light as he could manage. His movement stopping with every twitch or hitch of Viktor’s breath.

“I’ve dealt with worse.” Viktor answered just before flinching as the wipe neared the center of his palm. His voice was steady despite the way his free hand gripped the arm of the chair, knuckles turning white.

“That does not mean this won’t hurt.” Jayce muttered, glancing up at him briefly. “Please, let me take care of you.”

Viktor didn’t respond immediately, his gaze shifting to the floor. Jayce continued working in silence, carefully wrapping the gauze around Viktor’s palm. His fingers brushing against Viktor’s skin as he secured the bandage with a strip of tape. He continued by applying a mild scented ointment to the tips of his partners fingers, covering the burns and gaining a soft sigh of relief from the man above.

“There.” Jayce said softly, leaning back on his heels to look at Viktor’s hand. “That should hold for now but…” He hesitated for a moment, worried about overstepping their unestablished boundaries. “You have to let it heal. You can’t push through this like you do everything else.”

Viktor’s lips twitched into the faintest semblance of a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You know me better than that, Jayce.” His tone dragged with dry amusement gaining him a huff from Jayce.

“Yeah. I know. That’s why I’m saying it, hoping one day you might listen.” He lingered for a moment, his gaze flickering to Viktor’s hand again, as if double-checking his work.

“Thank you.” Viktor said after a moment of silence, voice quiet but sincere. His hand turned in Jayce’s grip, a gentle press of their palms.

Jayce’s chest tightened at the words, the surprising warmth in Viktor’s tone chasing away the lingering guilt. He looked back up, eyes meeting Viktor’s. For a split second he could swear he felt the ever so gentle caress of an uninjured finger across his wrist. “Anytime.” His voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment the air between them felt heavy with something unspoken. Viktor’s gaze lingered on Jayce’s, studying him as though searching for something. Jayce felt his breath hitch, the weight of Viktor’s attention making his heart skip a beat.

The silence stretched, not uncomfortable, but charged. As if the static from the failed experiment was still dancing between them. Viktor’s golden gaze, sharp and calculating, softened slightly, and edge dulled by curiosity or perhaps something else Jayce couldn’t name.

Viktor’s uninjured hand shifted slightly, fingers twitching as if they might reach out. Jayce’s gaze dropped momentarily to the faint movement before snapping back up, catching the faintest flicker of hesitation in Viktor’s expression.

“Jayce.” Viktor said at last, his voice low, almost quiet enough to be lost in the hum of the lab. His lips parted as though to say more, but instead, he simply let his injured hand rest more fully in Jayce’s grip. A deliberate weight that sent a ripple of electricity down Jayce’s spine, a shiver following after.

Jayce swallowed hard, his throat dry, his voice stuck somewhere between his chest and lips. The air between them thickened again, pressing closer. If he just moved an inch, if he just straightened his back, if he just leaned in a little closer —

Viktor blinked, and the spell was broken. He leaned back in his chair, expression settling back to its usual measured calm. “We should finish the diagnostics on the prototype, yes?” He said, though his voice carried an unspoken warmth that lingered in the space they had just shared.

Jayce nodded, his voice lost while he quickly gathered up the first-aid kit. The lingering warmth of Viktor’s touch stayed with him as he returned the kit to its place. For the rest of the day he found himself stealing glances at Viktor.

\\\

Later, as he replayed the day’s events, Jayce found himself flipping through his book of flowers with newfound purpose. This was how he found his third flower to gift. He had spent another hour scrambling through the language of flowers, finger tracing over every word until he found exactly what he needed. Gratitude. Care. Protection. More words he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud, but could could weave into petals and stems.

The next day, Jayce entered the lab with a small bouquet tucked under his arm. Bluebells, delicate and vibrant. The flowers were understated but full of meaning, a quiet apology and a promise all in one. He didn’t even hesitate as he stepped into the lab.

His eyes quickly found Viktor’s, sitting by the blackboard with a mug of something sweet smelling in his hand. The injured hand resting across his lap, now with a proper wrapping of bandages and bandaids. The mans eyes flickering from Jayce’s face and to the bouquet. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Another one?” Viktor asked, setting his mug on a desk before leaning back slightly in his chair. His voice carried its usual dry amusement, but this time there was an unmistakable warmth in his tone that made small sparks flicker in Jayce’s chest.

“Yeah!” Jayce answered, surprised at the softness in his tone. He stepped forward, holding the bouquet out toward his partner. “I wanted to say thank you. For, uh, yesterday. I realised… If you hadn’t stepped in it might have blown up in my face. Although I wish it had not been at the expense of your safety and hand. Just- I… Yeah. Thank you. It is appreciated, you are appreciated. And I am so, so very sorry about not being more careful with the power regulator, I will do better. I don’t even know what came over me not reacting, or seeing the signs.”

Viktor could barely keep up with the ramble of words Jayce produced, yet he took the flowers with a soft chuckle. Resting it in his lap to give one of the bells a gentle flick with one of his non-injured fingers. “These are bluebells, yes?” A sound of wonder followed as Viktor studied the flowers.

“Your apology is not needed, though if it makes you feel better I will accept it.” Viktor watched as the last bits of tension bled out of Jayce’s shoulders. A softness settled between their stolen glances.

“Wait, does this mean you’ll take it easy on yourself while you are healing?” Jayce could feel himself perk up, pushing his luck ever so slightly.

“Do you think flowers will keep me from overworking myself, Jayce?” The dry, unamused tone somewhat of a comfort. Knowing they had fallen back to their usual rhythm.

“Viktor, if I thought it would I would bring you a whole garden.”

Viktor’s lips quirked upward, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. His eyes lingered on Jayce for a beat longer than necessary before returning to his work, leaving Jayce with a faint flush and racing heart.

“Back to work, Talis. There is much to be done.” His tone unmistakably weaved with affection. And if Jayce noticed the faint flush creeping over the back of Viktor’s neck, who was he to point it out with his own cheeks in full bloom.

[anything-4-0ur-moony]

a completely random list of songs i can perfectly picture edits to but i can’t for the life of me edit

the bomb - TIMEBOMB TIMEBOMB TIMEBOMB

suburban legends, specifically the “and you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever” - IS SO AU TIMEBOMB and then it would switch to ekko alone on the roof for the screw me up forever bit

ceasar on a tv screen - viktor. okay this is one where i have like a whole vision so bare with me

And just for a second, I could be one of the greats (that shot of him where jayce puts the man of progress mug down and covers him then maybe another shot of jayce)

I'll be Caesar on a TV screen, champion of my fate (him injecting the shimmer into his leg

No one can tell me to stop (him leaving jayce) I'll have everything I want, anyone (him with his disciples)

And everyone will like me then (him pulling everyone up)

Everyone will like me then (jayce)

When I was a child, I never felt like a child (him falling as a kid)

I felt like an emperor (him outrunning the boat) with a city to burn (the astral plane or something

california - vi, ok another with lyrics

Come get me out of California (her in prison)

No leaves are brown (mylo and claggor dead, powder sobbing)

I miss the seasons in Missouri (her being happy with them)

My dying town (her in the lanes)

Thought I'd be cool in California (her with cait and being an enforcer)

I'd make you proud

To think I almost had it going (jinx holding up the flare)

But I let you down (them fighting)

could also be the whole bit of her returning to the lanes and even with all the changes, she still fits and just immediately is back at home, that whole sequence means so much to me

st bernard - jayvik, i can’t picture it exactly, i think it would be more viktor focused

francesca - ekko focused timebomb, are you kidding me? listen to tgat song and try to tell me it’s not literally ekko like the “if i could hold you for a minute darlin i would do it again” and the “though i knew my heart would break, i told them put me back in it, and i would do it again”

the exit - vi and jinx, how they are both kinda just stuck in time from when they were split

[k3nz1ekorn]

Jayvik Actor au- Karaoke confessions pt.1

Character cheat sheet: Viktor-Vladamie/Vlad, Jayce-Joel, Vi-Viola, Cait-Cathrin/Cat, Mel-Miah, Savannah- Sevika, Sky- Skyler, Powder/Jinx-Piper, Ekko-Elijah

Preview- Vlad’s driver had dropped them off outside the bar roughly half an hour ago and there was no sign of Joel. He had stressed over his outfit for an hour in total and the one man he was trying to impress wasn’t even here. He took another sip of his drink and let his eyes drift around the room for the umpteenth time, fiddling with the end of his came in his free hand. His cropped band shirt came down to his waist, covered by the open button up Viola had insisted on. The choice left a nice section of his stomach uncovered before it was met with his dark green cargo pants, not his first choice but his favorite brace for dancing was more comfortable with the slightly thicker fabric. Even without his ideal pants, he looked good and he knew it. He just wished the object of his affection would show up so he could prove it.

Minor Caitvi and Melvika in this one. They get like a full paragraph though.

Vlad was jealous. It was a plain and simple fact. Why? Joel Torres. His own filming for Arcane was on hold the past few days since they were focussed on other scenes, not a problem, He had plenty of other projects to fill his time with! Unfortunately this did mean he hadn’t seen Joel since Monday. It was currently Friday. The absolute horror, am I right? And though that would be changing tonight, having set plans for over a week now, it didn’t help the ugly emotion that had been churning in his gut. The media had started a rumor that there was something going on between his costars Miah and Joel, and while he knew it wasn’t true, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and huff every time he got a “Sorry, Joel and I need to run lines, can we do lunch tomorrow?” or an even worse “im with miah ill see you friday” from Joel (and his lack of proper grammar over text), which by the way, ouch? That had been sent on Wednesday and no communication had been had between the two since. That’s actually what brings us to the current topic and conversation, the one about him being jealous.

The stars of Arcane were all finally going out for drinks together, as actual friends he might add, and due to the varying degrees of fame amongst them, they’d booked a VIP room at Viola’s favorite karaoke bar for the night. Viola, Miah, and himself were currently in varying states of the getting ready process in his living room. Miah was sitting on his patterned blue rug in front of the couch with her makeup and a mirror on the coffee table in front of her, she currently wore his bathrobe over her white skirt and cropped pink baby tee to avoid getting makeup on anything. Viola was in his kitchen just ten feet away absolutely decimating his liquor cabinet, and he was sitting behind Miah on his gray velvet couch, using her mirror to fix his hair for the 15th time.

“Vlad I’m telling you to just ask him the fuck out, okay?” Viola popped back up from under the counter and set down three shot glasses, proceeding to pour them some of his…when did he buy whiskey? He doesn’t drink whiskey. “It’s been WEEKS now of fuck me eyes back and forth around the lot,” She punctuated her words with a dramatic lean to the side and a wave of the hand,” and I’m out $30 if one of you can’t get it together and make a damn move by the end of filming. Do you want me to be out $30?” Their head snapped to look in Vlad’s direction, an accusatory finger following. “Because I thought-”

“You and Joel will be in the same vicinity tonight, I would not recommend that once we leave.” That earned him a laugh from Miah and a dramatic groan of annoyance from Viola. She picked up their tray of shots and walked around the breakfast bar into the living room. Tonight they were donned in chest tape with an open cropped black jacket over it, a pair of black jeans and studded boots to complete the look. She set the tray down and sat beside him on the couch. He didn’t need to look at them to know they were facing him.

“Uncalled for, there hasn’t been an incident in over a week and you know it. Plus who else is gonna be your wingman? Cat ain’t subtle and whenever Miah gets within five feet of him it’s on the cover of Teen magazine.” He cringed a bit at that, it was true after all. It was also the entire reason they were having this conversation at all. Another cover shot of Joal and Miah’s “lunch date” as the article had put it.

“I’d hardly call your methods subtle, besides I don’t know how many times I have to tell you he isn’t interested. He doesn’t seem like the type to...what was that saying Miah?” He makes eye contact with her in the mirror, “Beat the bush? It had to do with a bush.” He finally looks over at Viola as she downs her shot.

“Beat around the bush dear. And no, he’s not. That’s what we’re trying to tell you.” Miah finally speaks as she blends out her blush. “We’ve already established he’s not interested in me, nor I him. You can even ask him if you really want to know for sure.” She gives him a pointed look and closes her compact with a satisfying click. He breaks their eye contact to reach for his cane. He’d had enough of this conversation to be frank, and needed to finish getting dressed. 

“Maybe I will hmm? Who knows what the night will bring, but in the meantime, please do not burn down my apartment while I change.” That was definitely directed at Viola. “I’m moving in a few months and I’d like my deposit back, thank you.” He turns to go to his bedroom, his exit is punctuated with the soft clicks of his cane, and as Viola watches him go she doesn’t know whether she wants to scream or cry at his obliviousness. 

“He could tell the moment you set your sights on someone, but has no idea when someone does the same for him?” The question is directed at Miah, who looks to be nearly done with her makeup. A joint sigh escapes them both as they make eye contact. It’s like a light bulb appears above Viola’s head as a smirk makes its way across her face and Miah knows what she’s going to say before the words even escape her mouth. “Speaking of…how’s that going? Savannah right?”

She can tell Miah’s blushing under her perfectly applied makeup and gives a nudge of encouragement with her foot. The woman bats her foot away and rolls her eyes. “Yes Savannah. We’re only texting right now, nothing’s…going yet. But I invited her tonight so with a little liquid courage and half an edible I think I’ll work up the nerve to ask her out.” She unclips her shoulder length butterfly locs and gives her head a shake to help fix them before she turns off her mirror’s light. With a little uncertainty she takes a deep breath and turns to face her friend. “How did you…when you asked out Cat…uh…any pointers?” Her head tilts to the side with an awkward smile

Viola barks out a laugh and leans over to hand the other her previously forgotten shot. Miah immediately downs it gratefully and lets out a little chuckle before continuing. “Men are easy for me, y'know? I can flirt with them no problem, go on dates with them, text, but with Savi? It’s like I can’t even get a word out…” She leans herself back against the couch defeated, following the way the fan spins with her eyes. She hears the way Viola sucks her teeth before replying with an almost cautious tone.

“Honestly? No idea. Cathrin asked me out. Walked up to me after an audition I did at Kurtmen Studios and said I’d ‘gotten the part of her date’ for that Saturday." They share another chuckle, “Best I can tell you is to just dive in and hope for the best…she’s definitely a lesbian though, I looked into it for you.”

“...oh?”

“Yep. Half her posts tag that Lesbian bar on the other side of town and the other half are selfies at the gym or hiking.”

“Vi that sounds like yo- oh. Yeah I believe you.”

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Vlad’s driver had dropped them off outside the bar roughly half an hour ago and there was no sign of Joel. He had stressed over his outfit for an hour in total and the one man he was trying to impress wasn’t even here. He took another sip of his drink and let his eyes drift around the room for the umpteenth time, fiddling with the end of his came in his free hand. His cropped band shirt came down to his waist, covered by the open button up Viola had insisted on. The choice left a nice section of his stomach uncovered before it was met with his dark green cargo pants, not his first choice but his favorite brace for dancing was more comfortable with the slightly thicker fabric. Even without his ideal pants, he looked good and he knew it. He just wished the object of his affection would show up so he could prove it. 

He was brought out of his thoughts when the stool next to him scraped against the floor and it was pulled out, a set of blue eyes and a blonde beard coming into view as the newcomer ordered. He heard him say a whiskey on the rocks, and being a drink or two in at this point, decided he'd make the most of his night. The bartender set down the drink and out of the corner of his eye he saw Viola go up to sing Wannabe by the Spice Girls again.

“Whiskey eh? I’m more of a vodka man myself, but maybe their selection here is a bit better than what I’m used to.” He faced the other as he vocalized his thoughts and realized he recognized him, he had seen him at a queer club Miah had dragged him to last weekend. He’d definitely been checking Vlad out. 

“It’s not my usual go to, but I’m gearing up to buy this guy a drink and needed an extra push. Sitting right next to me actually, you think he’d want one?” The man raised his eyebrow and took a long sip of his drink. Vlad let the side of his mouth curl into a half smile and chuckled.

“I think he’d like a shot of vodka. And a name to go with such a cute face.” His head came to rest on his hand as he spoke, cane now resting against his inner leg The other quickly waved down the bartender and ordered the shot while Vlad finished the remainder of his drink. 

“I’m Charlie. Yknow when my friend said he was gonna get us into an exclusive bar, I didn’t expect to see so many famous faces. Yours included.” The shot was set down and Vlad raised it to his new counterpart before downing it. His eyes stayed on the bar for a moment as he responded.

“Oh? So you know me then? And here I thought you just wanted a drink with a handsome stranger?” He was only half teasing. It would have been nice to not be recognized, but with his rising fame it was becoming harder and harder to find possible partners that didn’t already know who he was. He asked for another vodka soda.

Charlie made no indication he was bothered by what was just said, even laughing along, but as he made a move to respond he tensed a bit, leaning just a bit farther away and eyes widening in an almost confused way, it would have been comical in any other circumstance. His eyes had focused on something behind Vlad and he himself now felt a presence in the previously empty space behind him. It was familiar, and he scrunched up his face in curiosity before swiveling around just a bit to see who it was.

“You can go. Sorry to keep you waiting Vladimir, Cat and I got into a bit of an argument before we left.” Joel quickly came into sight and claimed the bar stool on the other side of him, eyes not leaving Charlie’s. Vlad made a noise of confusion and shook his head in a way he really hoped was nonchalant.

“Oh uh…” Fuck “You didn’t! Viola’s stage presence has had me captivated until just a minute ago, Charlie and I were just talking.” The man in question looked between the two a few times, trying to gauge the situation. Joel raised a brow at him when Vlad had turned back to the blond, eyes narrowing just a tad.

“I said you can go?” and oh was he gone. Departing with a quick nod of his head and walking quickly in another direction. Vlad’s face scrunched up in confusion. He thought they were heading somewhere with their conversation too. With only mild disappointment, he shrugged and turned his attention to Joel, whose eyes had found their way back to Vlad the moment Charlie had hurried off. He had an unreadable look on his face as Vlad’s eyes found his and silence overtook them. 

Joel briefly looked to the bartender to order a glass of tequila when Vlad’s drink was brought over and Vlad unwillingly made a mental note to try tequila the next time he went out. He’d already mixed alcohol enough for one night and he didn’t want to be totally incoherent now that the object of his desires had reared his beautiful head. Not a word was spoken as whoever was next went up on stage and Joel took a sip from his first drink of the night. Vlad was the first to break the silence, he usually was he noted.

“You look good tonight, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of costume now that I think about it. Green’s a good color on you.” This was true, he’d only ever seen the other man in their Arcane costumes and the occasional jacket to avoid spilling anything on it. He looked good. He was dressed in a fitted dark green sweater over a dark grey button up shirt, though how anything fit under that sweater with how tight it seemed to be was a mystery. He had on black pleated slacks and dark grey shoes, a bit professional for a bar but who was he to judge. What caught his eye most was the gold chain around his neck, with a beautiful blue rock hanging from it. He’d seen it before, on a bracelet Joel always wore on set. It must be interchangeable? Or part of a set? Eh who cares, he was two seconds away from drooling- Oh shit his mouth was open. He snapped his jaw shut with a light click and cleared his throat, eyes looking anywhere but the man beside him. Embarrassment heavy on the air around him.

Joel waited a moment before responding, “Thanks. I like this sweater. It’s soft, see?” An arm was held out in front of him and Vlad actually didn’t have time to be embarrassed about the way his hand shot out to feel along Joel’s bicep and forearm. It was definitely soft…and did so very little to hide the absolute unit of an arm underneath it. 

“I see…very nice, yes.” He said as he brought his arm back down to his pocket. Joel gave a hum of approval and threw a glance over Vlad’s shoulder again before letting his eyes come back to the other’s. 

They got into a comfortable conversation from there, Vlad very animatedly talking about this or that, Joel making comments here and there. They both found they had a mutual love of horror films, both loving the Evil Dead franchise and the remake of The Invisible Man. A comment was made that they should make plans to see something together once they had more free time, and Vlad plays off the flush oh his face with being just a bit buzzed.

“So’s that your type?” Vlad absolutely froze at the words.

“You mean Charlie?” He asked in an almost perplexed curiosity. Why were they talking about him again, it had been nearly an hour since he’d gone on his way.

“If that was his name.” He had to find an answer soon with the way Joel was staring at him. The thing was, while yes that was his type, he had his ideal specimen of a man sitting directly next to him…who also coincidentally fit the majority of the criteria he preferred, more so that the blond had in fact. He cleared his throat and let his eyes fall to the floor for a second, drink swirling in his hand while he thought of an answer.

“For the most part, give or take the ehh…facial hair I suppose?” Was that subtle? Oh gods it definitely wasn’t. Where was Viola? She was meant to be a wingman tonight for him. He dared a glance at the other as the words rolled off his tongue, she had said to be more forward anyways.

“Hm. Definitely not my type but we all have our preferences.” Joel shrugged as he answered. He felt himself deflate just the smallest bit as he decided to ask a bold and very clarifying question. 

“Oh? Like men in general?” Fuck fuck fuck abort abort abort-

“No. Men are fine, he’s just not my type.”  Vladimir’s head had never in his life whipped up so fast, and he had never been so embarrassed about a reaction as when his gaze locked onto a pair of beautiful golden eyes, staring right into his soul.

“Ah. I see.” He responded slowly.

“I just prefer a smaller partner. Eye color is all wrong too.” Joel broke their eye contact for the first time as he glanced at a loud crash across the room. Vlad couldn’t bear to look away from his face at that moment.

Was he flirting? Was it just one too many drinks and an active imagination? He didn’t think he’d had enough to make himself lose his perception of those around him, but maybe it was time to call it quits for the night. His mouth suddenly felt very dry as he watched Joel’s eyes drift back to his own.

“I’ll be back. I’d like to talk more.” Joel downed the remainder of his drink and stood up, “I like talking to you…Vlad. Apologies for not being able to see you much this last week.” Heat crept up his neck as we watched the taller man walk away towards the commotion. He could now clearly see Piper, another castmate of theirs, had been the cause. He couldn’t be bothered to figure out what was happening though, too lost in thought about the conversation he’d just had.

Author's note: Im like a fly rubbing my hands together in an evil way whenever i write bc i just love making vik flustered

[jayvikstolemyheart]

Thinking about Jayvik thinking about Squid Games…

In a modern world, I can totally imagine Viktor would be in debt due to his health issues or because he’s a scientist or both, but I don’t think he would get scouted for the games since the billionaires might not be as entertained with a disabled player.

(Also something something capitalism metaphor of how the most poor are forced to struggle while the rich watch but disabled people aren’t even allowed on the starting line something something)

Jayce could get in the debt if he can’t get funding for research or if his mother/family is already on the poorer side, = less opportunities = more likely to get into debt.

BUT if he and Viktor are already “lab partners” and Viktor gets sick, Jayce would totally go into the games to get money to pay for whatever treatment Viktor might need. Sure he could get desperate for fuming of his research, but I think saving Viktor’s life would make Jayce be willing to be slapped over and over again.

After the first game, Jayce would vote to be let out after seeing all the death. If he’s successful and leaves, he would try to go to the police but it would be the same thing as the show, no one would believe him. He might try to confess what happened to Viktor, but Jayce would probably feel too guilty to tell Viktor what happened, afraid of what his partner would think of Jayce now.

And of course, Viktor is still really sick. And Jayce gets an offer to return…

Fun but unlikely Alternative:

Viktor is the one to meet the recruiter. Maybe he’s at a real low point so he goes along with the Ddakji. Gets some cash, gets the card but once he gets back to his home/lab he’s like “That was fucking suspicious I better just leave this alone.”

However, Jayce finds the card, sees that Viktor got some cash from an unknown source, and out of a mix of curiosity and desperation to help Viktor calls the number. I’m not sure what the protocol on the other side would be, but let’s say Jayce sounds desperate enough that despite not being “formerly recruited” they decide to let Jayce enter the games.

And there’s the same issues I mentioned before, Jayce would go out of his way to save as many people as possible once he saw lives were on the line and vote to leave. But if Viktor is dying he may very well be tempted to go in again. Justifying it that anyone else who would go on knew what was going on this time, so everyone had accepted the risks.

I mention this scenario cuz I think it would be delicious if Viktor was an even bigger factor for Jayce getting involved in the games.

Plus Viktor would probably make the connection with Jayce’s sudden “trip” and the Ddakji-guy’s card vanishing. He’d try to investigate from the outside what it all means and might get involved in something bigger…

[pigfartsviatardis]

Can we talk about the timebomb and jayvik parallels because I just still can’t believe my luck that my two favourite arcane ships got a) so much screentime in s2, and b) so strongly paralleled with each other. I mean I’m sure I don’t need to point out how the timebomb we see in s2e7 is hmmmm a familiar dynamic:

two brilliant young scientists

hextech research partners

distinguished innovators

guided/mentored by heimerdinger

they grow c l o s e through their work

doomed to be separated by the narrative

HOWEVER that’s only a s1 jayvik parallel… but the cool thing is that timebomb are a jayvik s2 parallel even outside of s2e7! The timelines are all over the place but it WORKS bear with me ok

Ma Meilleure Ennemie

Previous to s2e7 ekko sees jinx as an enemy. He seems committed to viewing her this way but it’s clear that he’s conflicted about her, and they had a tension-charged fight scene where the complexity between them was front and centre.

Meanwhile, for the latter half of s2 Jayce is trying hard to accept that Viktor is his enemy - he even attempts to kill him - despite his conflicted feelings. They have a tension-charged fight scene where it’s clearly far more complex than just plain enemies, as Viktor is still trying to reconcile with Jayce up until the end.

‘The powder you knew is dead’/‘my partner died in this room’.

When ekko gets back from the AU he is fighting to get to jinx and make her see that she’s on the wrong path, and ultimately it’s his acceptance of jinx and the fact that he still cares despite everything she’s done that gets through to her and reconnects them.

In s2e9 Jayce is fighting to get to Viktor and make him see that he’s on the wrong path, and ultimately it’s his acceptance of Viktor and the fact that he still cares despite everything he’s done that gets through to him and reconnects them!!!!

S2e7 timebomb is s1 jayvik but main timeline timebomb is s2 jayvik send tweet 😤

[waterlilyspad]

Breaking our Solitude (Chapter 6)

your honor they snuggle your honor they cuddle.

Summary: After a miracle Jayce returns to life in a dead world, it's now up to Viktor and Jayce to start over, hopefully for the better.

(Fluff, longing, eepy, jayvik au, hurt/ comfort, post season 2)

Jayce felt himself grow heavy and soon he slipped back into that darkness, he just remembered Viktor’s hands bringing him closer to his chest, and the words “Let's go home.” Echoing in his head as he drifted to sleep. Soon Jayce’s heavy eyes peered open, he glanced around his surroundings seeing a wooden ceiling above him and an orange glow illuminate the room. He then moved his head and knew that Viktor was in contact with him somehow. As he tilted his head to the right, he saw that he was on the floor resting under a couple of large blankets and a quilt. Underneath him was a kind of futon. His eyes looked around the dark room, it was a small cottage with assortments of things hanging from the ceiling, and things cluttering the room. Slowly he turned his head to his left where he was met with the sight of Viktor lying beside him. Jayce felt his heart jump to his throat, he was so close, Viktor was lying on his left side facing Jayce, his chest gently rising and falling with every sleeping breath. Jayce’s other hand twitched, Viktor had tied their hands together. Jayce slowly moved the covers to look the hand that was interlaced with Viktor’s. Their fingers interlocked together. Jayce settled back in moving to lie on his left side before guiding both of their hands up to the pillow. He gently sighed before closing his eyes. This was nice he supposed, he missed lying in a bed. Plus, he was no longer cold, this was a good feeling.

The morning sun peeked through old curtains as Jayce woke from his deep sleep. He yawned silently beforeppening his eyes expecting to see Viktor fast asleep beside him, but blinking a few times as he gaze at his thigh instead. His left hand with Viktor's right were still tied together as Viktor sat up in the bed reading a book. Jayce looked up his eyes following Viktor’s form to see his face obscured by the book he was reading. The sunlight creating a kind of aura over Viktor's form. Jayce watched before shifting a little, Viktor jumped slightly, “Oh Jayce, good morning.” He said moving the book from his sight and looking down. Upon seeing Viktor's face unobscured Jayce caught himself staring for a little too long without answering back. Something about the way the warm sunlight lit his face as he looked down at Jayce reminded him of those fairytales about guardian angels and other worldly beings. As he stared, he unconsciously pulled the covers up and over his shoulder, his fingers were pinching and smoothing over the fabric of the quilt soaking in the feeling of fabric. “I didn’t want to wake you but do tell me if you want me to in the future” Viktor said smiling slightly as Jayce’s eyes moved to meet Viktor’s. Like an angel hmm...Well, this angel did bring the world to an end and turned him into a statue for a good few centuries. Jayce’s eyelids lowered as his eyebrows furrowed as he swiftly pulled the blanket up and over his head, Viktor watched nervously.

Viktor sighed, placing the book down and lying back in bed facing Jayce. “Be mad, you have every right to.” He said softly as Jayce remained under the covers staring at his left hand those fingers twisted and linked with Viktor’s old ones. “I want you to be Jayce again, and nothing else, even if that means you hate me.” He explained as Jayce’s expression softened, “In the meantime this is what I have to do to give you your agency, I know it’s invasive and I’ll do my best to fix it.” Viktor explained as Jayce pulled the cover down from his face, with his head now visible to Viktor. Viktor's eyes began to inch across Jayce's new form, the ridged broken peaks of his head separated and made way for his hair to fall like it used to, it acted like a crown that crested his head. His eyes were a deep golden yellow and brown, those pupils dilated and stared into Viktor’s soul. God, oh how he missed those eyes. All the while his dark hair mixed with those strands of leaves and roots fell gently around his face like a veil. Viktor wanted to kick himself for even thinking about how beautiful Jayce was, lying next to him looking the way he did, no get that idea out of your head now. “Viktor.” Jayce said as Viktor re focused, he nodded in response. “I don’t even know what I am anymore, and I don't think I can be Jayce ever again.” He said, his eyes dimming as his expression dulled. Viktor sighed, “That’s just it, we have to find out who Jayce is now, and I hope whoever that is, he can live again, even if it’s without me.” Viktor said with a smile, Jayce felt something inside crack, and that still face began to feel tears run down in streams, was he crying? Jayce’s free hand moved up to touch his cheek. Pressing against his tears and pulling away his fingertips were damp with an iridescent shimmer. Fuck even his tears weren’t human anymore. But the crying was, that somehow made him feel both better and worse. “Here.” Viktor said as he reached behind him and handed Jayce an old towel, Jayce wiped his face with it, his nostrils breathing in that bark-like scent Viktor seemed to carry with him now. “I’m ready to try.” Jayce mouthed as Viktor smiled, “Me too.” He replied before patting Jayce on the shoulder a few times. “Let's get up now okay?” Viktor asked as He slowly sat up. Jayce slowly followed him, the two sitting up in the futon, Jayce took a few seconds before blinking and looking at Viktor “I have to stand up.” He said as Viktor agreed, “Yes you do.” He said before realizing, “Oh... you have to stand up.” He said nervously.

[arcane-ish]

One of the weirdest instincts of fandom to me is when people go on crusades that seem like they are about getting people to not ship what they don't ship. Rather than you, know, trying to convince people to ship what you ship.

Like, there a ships I don't like. I have major issues with JayVik conceptually and their affect on the show (and I think they give asshole techbro vibes rather than sweet academic vibes) and I dislike Lightcannon because I don't like Lux (because I think she gives off obnoxious cheerleader vibes and I want to punch her every time she says the "By the Light" line), I don't ship Vi/Jinx and Silco/Jinx because I think they pull off the familial relationship and interactions well.

But I make like some comment about them when it comes up and maybe one post where I explain that I don't like them.

And then I spent my time squeeing and fawning over the ships I actually like. (also: I'm aware that my ship preferences are purely personal preference based aren't some sign of moral superiority)

I thought this attitude about trashtalking a ship and pretending it is the worst thing was already really very fake and questionable in ongoing shows where there's actual ship competition. Where there seem to be actual fans who believe "If I just keep screaming about how Lana is evil and gross then maybe they'll reveal Chloe is Lois Lane and her and Clark will get together", if we just scream loud enough, they will write off the other couple and make my couple canon.

IMO doing that is already pretty shit both personally/morally towards your fellow fans, societally morally questionable when people use real big concepts like misgyny/pedophilia/racism/homophobia just because they are searching for the best "stick" to beat their opponent with and practically questionable (how often is the result really good? Also plenty of examples where pivots were made by the creators but to something very different than what the haters wanted), but I can at least understand the mindset of competition and fighting dirty even when I don't approve of it.

But ARCANE IS A CLOSED CANON (heck it's been a closed canon since before the show aired to the general public)

IMO there's a space for discussing problematic elements and trends. Whether in fan behavior (ie black characters getting ignored and unjustly shit on by fandom a lot, male characters and ships being valued and fawned over disproportionally over female characters) or canon/media portrayals (ie how do we portray mental illness and fetishize violence).

However to me none of these discussions make sense if focused on a single ship. Any of these discussions are only meaningful as part of a larger trend (ie is there too much media that excuses some sort of partner violence and how has that developed historically, how does media on the large portray systems of power, what are fascisty elements, where do they exist, why did they end up there and do we recognize them anf fall for them). Never on a shitty "Your ship is immoral, therefore you are immoral and should go away/stop shipping it" level.

Like I said, to me very few of those discussions feel genuine. Too much feels like either a very creepy wanting to enforce your will and wanting to enforce 100% of your opinions on others, forcing people to not just like what you like, believe what you believe, value what you value and hate what you hate, as good little robots who follow the perfect being. Or "I saw people have actual debates over meaningful concepts and I just want to steal this as a stick to beat my opponents with".

(and now that doesn't mean that you can never have genuine issues with canons or ships or fan behavior, I'm just saying the vast majority of "this ship is gross because" discourse feels extremely fake. If you dislike something, start by looking at yourself and being honest with yourself and examining why disliking a ship or disliking that a ship is liked by others might just be petty or highly subjective. If you see concrete individual behavior that bothers you, consider addressing that person directly in a non shitty manner, see if the conflict could be resolved, otherwise block, if you see some problematic behavior as part of a larger trend, make the effort to prove/show that trend but also examine how bad that trend really is larger context, what concrete real world ill do you see an what are the actual real world measures to address it)

Some of you need to hear this, but the fact that there is a parallel between Vander and Silco’s conflict and Vi and Jinx’s still doesn’t make Vander x Silco an incestuous pairing. When people corrected you by saying they’re not biologically related nor adopted brothers, you switched up to “the parallels to this actual sibling relationship make it incest” which is honestly one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard against a romantic pairing within the tar pit that is shipping discourse.

Vander and Silco represent parental figures to Vi and Jinx respectfully. Of course their “children” will mirror themselves in some ways, but saying that makes Vander x Silco incestuous just because Vi and Jinx are siblings would be like calling the relationship between two parents incestuous just because one of their children turned out like one parent while the other turned out like the other parent. That is madness. Absolute madness to LEAP to that accusation for this pairing.

Some of you are suffering from such seriously high levels of shipping discourse brainrot to the point where you’ve moved the goalposts of ��morally okay to ship” so far up you might as well be Evangelical Christians running a conversion therapy camp. You really need to learn to stop justifying your dislike for ships in the context of morality and admit to yourself that you can dislike things without needing a moral justification, otherwise your self righteousness makes you no different from the conservative bigots I grew up around.

[sushiisiu]

this is what happened in think i dont know

[mxbbadperson]

jayvik au where Zaun and Piltover are separated by a massive forest. The only person who lives in the forest is a mage with incredible power. To Zaun, he’s a miracle worker who heals their maladies and diseases, if they can make the treck. To Piltover, he’s an apathetic, dangerous power monger who only stays away because of their ‘sacrifices’ (criminals). Most sacrifices find their way to Zaun eventually.

Jayce is obsessed with the Herald. Like purposefully reveal his illegal magic studies to become a sacrifice obsessed. Refusing to leave the Herald’s isolated sanctuary obsessed. Accidentally becomes the consort to a demigod obsessed.

Viktor doesn’t fully understand this man, but he’s pretty and smart and doesn’t seem terrified of him. So maybe he can stay.

and piltover hears of the herald and mutter to itself, trickery and witchery. there's no healing and if there was it's because the herald had taken the people apart to do it

jayce hears about it and instead of scared, he's intrigued. witchery? like potions and maybe even magic? he tries to go through the forest first, wants to see it himself before deciding exile is the way to go. and jayce actually managed to find the herald when he gets lost and finds himself surrounded by people who mean to do harm.

the herald blows them back with a strike of his cane against the forest floor and jayce is dizzy with-with everything! the fact that he saw magic with his own two eyes and the fact that the one who wields it is so beautiful. he's herded back to zaun, desperately asking the herald for his name. it's viktor.

viktor, jayce repeates to him, and he repeats all the way home. alright, time be exiled. he packs the most important stuff, says goodbye to his mom and gets himself arrested. of course everyone is uncomfortable from how calm he is!

come next morning where viktor patrols the forest border between zaun and piltover, he finds the piltoverian he saved a week or two ago. jayce asks if he can stay with him and viktor, who was already building a community, says yes.

(i love the difference between jayce and viktor's pov. jayce mentions consort and viktor says nothing about that so i take it that not only is jayce obsessed with viktot, he's also delusional and considers himself viktor's future husband already khkkhjgf)

[thought-begone]

I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way