#jayce hate club

[heavnlysaturn]

The Jayce pfp war, the LoL TikTok account jumping in, AND them commenting 'I support it' on a Jayvik video? Yeah, none of that was on my bingo card this year

well, except the Jayce slander.

That’s a constant.

[ilovewomenfr]

basically my thoughts on act 2….

[k-im-lost]

You know who I hate?

Jayce

Thank you for reading.

[slitherred]

Calling all Jayce fans: The Defender of Tomorrow needs defending!

[uselessalexis165]

“We need more complex characters!”

You guys can’t even handle them lmao

(electric boogaloogaloo)

[skullszeyes]

I don't hate Jayce for what he did. I really fucking don't! When he showed up, I literally said, "Here comes the catalyst." Lol. I don't hate him!

[xeniums]

op’s tags made me feel so validated

“in all timelines, in all possibilities, only you”

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

some jayvik headcanons to pass the time and ignore the pain

There is a Viktor fan club at the academy. He is unaware. They discuss his projects, his accent, his looks. Meetings are the last Thursday of every month.

Jayce accidentally stumbled into one of the meetings. They barely played off they were talking about his partner. (He still can't find any info on the "book" they were talking about, thinking Caitlyn would be interested.) (He forgets that Victorian-looking men with accents aren't on her radar.)

Jayce also has a fan club. He is aware of it. (They have invited him to meetings). They talk about his projects, his hair, his face, his line of mugs. Their banner is one of his shirts. (He is unaware of this part.)

Viktor is also aware of the club. (He gave them the shirt.)

Jayce and Viktor both hate the cold (Jayce for the snowstorm, Viktor for his leg) so whenever it was winter they were bundled up like the kid from A Christmas Story.

Viktor mixes up metaphors. He constantly uses malaphors (unintentionally) and Jayce doesn't have it in his heart to correct him. "All the ducks are aligning" is his favorite by far.

Jayce tried learning Viktor's native language to surprise him one day. (I imagine it as a mix of Czech and Polish). He ended up saying a mix of a whole bunch of nonsense, so confidently) which made Viktor laugh himself into a coughing fit.

more under cut cause this is getting long

(Viktor couldn't look at Jayce for two days after without laughing.)

Viktor has a sweet tooth, Jayce has a savory one.

Their third year as lab partners, a section of the library caught on fire. The culprit was never found. (It was them, and they both blame the other.) (It was Viktor)

Jayce enjoys suspenseful novels. Viktor, when he can be persuaded, enjoys historical fiction.

Their mortal enemy is the student who's lab is across from theirs. Viktor hates him because he's egotistical with no real skill. Jayce hates him because he always complains they're making too much noise. Their mortal enemy is unaware he is their mortal enemy.

They have a "days without incident" chart in their lab. Incidents no longer include cuts, scrapes, bruises, small explosions, broken prototypes, because if they did it would always be at 0.

Their fifth year, the auditorium stage caught on fire. A group of first years were blamed. (It was Jayce, though Viktor thought it wasn't a big deal.)

Jayce is organized, Viktor is not. Jayce puts things in organized shelves, Viktor puts things where he knows he'll need them next. This is a point of tension for the longest time, until Mel stepped in and told them to either compromise or get two of everything.

They got two of everything.

Jayce designed Viktor's cane (after the first one broke) and his leg brace.

Viktor can play the harp. Jayce can play the piano.

Everyone believes Viktor is the one keeping Jayce under control in experiments. (as referenced in this post) No one knows besides Heimerdinger that Viktor learned lab safety in a drug den. The counsel refers to Viktor as the "sane, calm one" but only Mel and Cassandra know the truth. Both think it's funnier to not deny it.

Viktor stays at Jayce's place most often. Jayce secretly moved most of Viktor's things to his place, until officially asking him to move in.

Jayce also helped design a new back brace for Viktor. It was more comfortable, made of thick cloth, and relieved so much back pain he started crying when he tried it on. This is what got them together, because Viktor kissed him in thanks, and Jayce was like "finally!!" and started kissing him back.

Money was exchanged after the Academy/Counsel found out they became official. Shoola, Mel and Cassandra got a big payout. Heimerdinger had no idea about the bet, mostly because he thought they were already together.

This led to the fanclub war. Jayce fans vs Viktor fans, until a hero came around (Sky) and was like, why not both? (And thus, the Jayvik fan-club was born)

[identityflawed]

to every single arcane fan on the planet who is pissed at caitlyn for her actions in s2 act 1, please listen to me:

you are right to be pissed, that’s kind of the point, but hating her means you have to hate… like every other character. grief is a powerful factor in almost all of arcane and the motives of every character are based in something they’ve lost: whether it’s family, ideals, reputation, land, etc, they’re all dealing with loss and that causes them to act in morally-challenging ways. because that’s what grief does. a loss unthinkable causes actions unthinkable.

caitlyn joins the grief club a bit later than your other main characters, jinx and vi. but unlike jinx and vi, we actually see cait’s actions fresh off the block. the time cuts in act 1 only showed the clean-cut effects of losing their parents on the bridge, and then the new jinx and vi that occurred after the five (?) year time-skip after the explosion in the warehouse. you don’t see them when they’re full of raw grief and terror and illogical actions. you don’t see how severely vi was beaten in prison, how she must’ve lashed out in response to being taken away from her sister, how she continuously made the situation worse for herself because she felt like she deserved it, that she should’ve fought harder, been a better leader and a better sister. we don’t see jinx’s mental breakdowns afterwards, we don’t see how silco grooms her, how he uses her for his literal and emotional goals, how she’s shattered and how she pushes people away because of her own mistakes… but we’re seeing it with caitlyn, we’re seeing the rawness that comes with all of it, and we’re seeing how that impacts the narrative and other characters. people who haven’t grieved don’t seem to understand that it is like containing a storm, and you cannot do it by yourself, all of the time, and sometimes it gets out to other people if they press hard enough.

arcane is very cyclical in the way that all characters follow the same path, over and over again. caitlyn and jinx are following narrative paths, especially when you compare ambessa to silco. i do wonder if jinx knows that silco stabbed vander, that he was the one who ruined everything, hired the goons to jump them and scared her into dropping their haul from jayce’s workshop, etc. i wonder if the reason she continues to spiral is because she doesn’t know, and if caitlyn will get the same treatment with ambessa’s betrayals and her hand in the attack on the memorial.

whatever the case, you cannot defend jinx and hate caitlyn. they are not the same, i understand, but they are both products of massive grief that they blame themselves heavily for.

back to the idea of grief being a storm, because the most common gripe i see with caitlyn is how she promised vi she wouldn’t change, and then changed within a day. this isn’t… this is not an unreasonable course of action from caitlyn, given the situation and how she’s feeling. she is like… at most, a couple weeks out after her mother’s death. it is still an incredibly fresh wound, and she is sort of hinging her entire self-worth and identity on her ability to make the shot that resolves this feeling inside of her. she doesn’t get to make that shot, and fresh off of that miss, that realization that the fight is going to be prolonged and that vi is not as unattached to jinx as she says she is…

both of them made strange promises in that tunnel that they didn’t quite keep. how can you blame vi or caitlyn for picking their family over the girl they met less than a month ago? isha was a wildcard in that fight, but they both knew that caitlyn wouldn’t actually miss the shot. vi didn’t flinch when caitlyn shot 2 inches behind her, vi didn’t flinch when cait shot the gun out of isha’s hand, or the finger from jinx’s, etc, etc. it wasn’t about missing, it was the realization for vi that she can’t just cut herself off from her sister (especially when there’s signs that powder is still in there), that it is much easier said than done. and for cait, it was the realization that vi is not with her. that vi never changed.

that’s kind of the issue. vi didn’t want caitlyn to change, but caitlyn wanted vi to change, and they’re both in situations that demand change and stagnancy, respectively. see what i’m saying? does any of this make sense?

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

Don't You Want Someone Crazy Like Me, Babe?

CALLING ALL ARCANE FANS! Here's a CaitVi slowburn I'm working on on Ao3 so go check it out on there (tagged), this is just the first chapter :)

cw: swearing, mental health issues (eating disorders, self harm), alcohol/drug addiction/abuse

Two years? Two whole years. Isn’t that insane? Vi finds herself thinking as she feels the warm rush of water against her pale skin. She swipes the back of her hand along her face, pushing the beads of water off her body. Her delicate fingers wrap tightly along the handle of the shower and push it off shut quickly. The abrupt feeling of cold air against her skin causes a bitter sensation to erupt along her body, goosebumps decorating her skin.

She shivers, shaking her head slightly, letting the water spray from her pinkish hair. She wraps a towel along her body, covering only a slight portion of her figure. It hangs loosely off her soft skin, clinging to the wet curve of muscles along her body. As she walks past the mirror to exit the bathroom, she catches a glimpse at her body and cringes slightly, hating watching her own figure.

Vi exits the bathroom and is greeted by the loud banging of hyperpop music from Powder’s room across the hall. Vi bangs a hand on her door and rolls her eyes.

“KEEP IT DOWN, I DON’T WANT ANOTHER NOISE COMPLAINT!” she yells to her sister. She doesn’t receive a response which isn’t surprising, but Vi gives up, grumbling as she makes her way to her own room.

She drops the towel lazily on the ground and pulls out a pair of gray sweat pants that are coated in various markings… dust, grime, paint. She slips those on and finds a loose fitting, cropped, black tank top. Her nipples poke against the soft fabric as she runs a brush through her messy hair.

It’s grown out to a lengthy mullet, creeping halfway down her back and strands of her hair are painted black in contrast to the brightness of the pink color of her hair. Vi sits on the edge of her bed and realizes only now that she hasn’t slept through a whole night in the two years it's been. Her phone lights up on the ground next to her towel and she shoots up and rushes to it. It’s just a message from Jayce… not the message she wanted.

It’s the group chat with her, Jayce, and Viktor called “Hexual Tension”

Hammerhead: vi, when u work next Knuckles: ??? Knuckles: which job dumbass? Clockwork: I believe he is referring to your job as a bouncer at the club downtown, Vi. Knuckles: alright hexpert Knuckles: why? Hammerhead: we wanted to visit u Knuckles: professor v wanted to visit me? Clockwork: Jayce asked if I would accompany him to your work and I happily obliged. I told him it is like a date. Knuckles: with hundreds of other people Knuckles: and me Hammerhead: long time no see Vi Knuckles: I know I miss y’all too Knuckles: I work tomorrow from 8 to 1 am Clockwork: Perfect, we will see you then.

Vi flicks her phone closed and sighs. It’s been awhile since she’s seen those dumbasses and as much as she doesn’t want to be bothered, she does miss them.

She jumps at the sound of a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she calls out.

Powder peeks her head inside. “Can I come in?”

Vi just nods and scoots over on the bed to make more room for her sister, but rather she sprawls herself out on the ground instead of the bed. Vi just huffs.

“What’s up?”

“I know it’s the two year anniversary,” she whispers, her eyes glued to the ceiling. Her blue hair is messy, falling on the ground with strands across her pale face.

“I don’t need your pity, Powder,” Vi mumbles.

“Hey, street name, dumbie,” she grunts out.

“Sorry, Jinx,” Vi subconsciously corrects, not quite used to her sister’s new ‘street persona’.

“I’m not here to give you pity, just make sure you’re okay, that’s all,” she whispers, turning over on the hardwood floor and facing upwards at Vi sitting on the bed.

“I’ve… been better,” Vi finds herself admitting quietly.

“It’s been two years and-”

“-don’t expect me to get over it after two years,” Vi bites.

“Not what I was going to say,” Jinx informs, flicking her finger in the air disapprovingly. “I was going to say… it’s been two years and I haven’t seen you take care of yourself once or process it properly once and I’m not sure… that’s just not good.”

“You’re not exactly the queen of taking care of herself,” Vi informs, her eyebrows cocking slightly.

Jinx laughs loudly, an outburst that catches Vi off guard. “You’re not wrong… I have anxiety and an eating disorder and I blast my ears with music so I don’t hear the voices. But you… you have depression and anger issues and hurt your body physically.”

“I’m not proud of it, alright. I’m just saying I don’t think you’re one to speak on healthy behaviors.”

Jinx shrugs, turning onto her back again, eyes darting across the ceiling as if they’re searching desperately for something, perhaps an answer to a question that underlies Vi's words.

“I didn’t mean to bother you, just trying to be a good sis,” she says quietly.

Vi feels a sharp pain in her stomach and scrunches her nose up tightly at those words. “I’m sorry, Po-Jinx. I’m just processing everything. First love and first heartbreak are hard.”

“Especially since you’re gay.”

Vi makes a scowling face, shooting daggers at her sister, who doesn’t even look in Vi’s direction, but bursts out in a fit of giggles again.

“Yeah, okay, especially since I’m gay. But it’s just been hard when she was… my whole life, I suppose.”

Jinx just nods, her fingers dancing across her skin as she allows the tingles to fuel her body, letting her know that she’s breathing and thinking and alive. The cool wood of the floor helps. Jinx tilts her head ever so slightly in Vi’s direction and her lips tug into a small frown.

“Sorry,” she chirps.

Vi just shrugs. “I’m going to be fine. I just can’t believe you remembered it’s been two years.”

“How could I forget?” she whispers, her lips teasing upwards slightly. “You hadn’t spoken to me in years and you just appeared on my doorstep like a wet dog.”

“I know, not my finest moment. Dad died and I got fucked up and I’m sorry again.”

“Stop apologizing for it, dammit,” Jinx hisses, hating to relive their past trauma and mistakes.

Vi bites the inside of her cheek, feeling the same pang in her stomach at the discussion of past wounds. “But I’m glad I’m here.”

“Me too,” Jinx whispers. “Work tomorrow?”

“Both jobs, yeah. You?”

“Yup, both as well,” Jinx whistles out, a soft sound that has a childlike tone to it.

Vi just laughs slightly. “Glad you call what you do work.”

“I make money!” she informs, offense written across her face.

“Legally?”

“Money’s money!” she yelps, pressing her palms into the cold wood to help push herself up so she’s sitting upright and looking at Vi directly.

Vi just shakes her head and laughs. “Just giving you a hard time. And don’t get caught, alright?”

Jinx offers a mimicking salute as she stands up and bows, making her way to the door. She swings it open and lunges through it.

Vi’s voice cuts through the door before she can shut it. “Turn your techno-ass music down so we don’t get a damn noise complaint again, alright?”

Jinx rolls her eyes but smiles, the door open barely half an inch as she whispers “no promises!” through it.

Vi watches the door shut all the way and she finds her body collapse fully on the bed. Her dark room glows slightly in the low light of the lantern sitting in the corner. She doesn’t bother with overhead lights often as it costs more for the electricity bill. She contorts her body until her hand scrambles against the floor under her bed. Her fingers brush against the cold glass of a beer bottle that she pulls out and presses against her cracked, scarred lips. She shifts her hand under the covers of her messy bed and she finds her vape. She also brings this to her destroyed lips, breathing in the taste.

She blows it out in a low breath, her lungs deflating completely, leaving her weak. The room fills with the scent of blue raspberry and it’s stupid, but it reminds her of-

Vi tosses her vape across the room. It hits the wall and then the ground with a loud bam! sound and she hears the pieces of it scatter across the wooden floor. She hisses under her breath, regretting the mistake but not bothering to clean up the newly made mess.

The beer bottle finds its way back to her lips and she consumes the tart liquid. It coats her tongue and her throat, encapsulating her entire body in a way that turns her mind fuzzy and numb.

Vi can’t help but think it’s also been two years since she hasn’t been either high or drunk.

Her body sinks into her old mattress and she lets her muscles relax, feeling the coursing alcohol throughout her veins, fueling her body and her mind, leading her to exhaustion.

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Only the holy lord above knows how long Vi’s alarm has been blaring for. That is if there is a holy lord above.

Her head is pounding and she feels sick to her stomach, a sour feeling pulsing in her body. She lets her hand search her hand blindly search her bed for her phone, searching for an escape to the loud sounds that make her hangover worse. She gives up quickly and pulls herself out of bed, realizing it’s on the floor.

“Motherfucker!” she swears loudly, realizing the time. “I’m so fucking late-”

It’s already 11:30 am and she realizes that she had a class that started 45 minutes ago. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cusses under her breath as she messily runs a hand through her long hair, not bothering to straighten or brush it.

She also doesn’t bother changing, just grabbing her shoes and her boxing gloves, along with her wraps and a water bottle.

“BYE!” she screams loudly as she darts out of the small apartment that she shares with Jinx. Vi doesn’t get a response from her sister, which isn’t surprising. She’s probably still asleep.

Vi sprints about four blocks to the small little boxing studio in the middle of the downtown area, bursting through the door, panting and scared.

Her boss stumbles over to her… his face does not look amused.

“The fuck you doing here so late. Someone had to take care of your class,” he shoots bitterly.

Vi’s lips quake as she attempts to breathe properly, to fill her lungs with the air required to talk and communicate with her boss. She scrunches her nose and rests her hands on her knees.

“I’m so sorry I had an issue at home and-”

“Not interested. Go take your class back,” he demands.

Vi straightens herself out, pulling her tape out to bandage up her wrists and put her gloves on.

“Oh, and Vi?” he quips as she’s rushing to one of the back rooms. “You’re late one more time, you’re fired,” he hisses.

She nods, her eyes stinging. She’s exhausted and worn out but she has a class to teach. She bursts through the door and notices all the young kids practicing with their sub. She plasters a smile on her face and waves at the kids. They giggle with excitement as they notice her and she tries not to deflate instantly.

“Sorry about that, guys! I’m here for the rest of your class. How was the sub? Shall we practice some kicks too?”

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“Morning, baby,” Maddie whispers, turning over and pressing a kiss against Caitlyn’s cheek.

Caitlyn is staring numbly at the ceiling. “Morning,” she whispers, her British accent thick with exhaustion.

“Ah yes, still cranky until you get your coffee.” Maddie attempts to make the joke to lighten the room, but Caitlyn doesn’t crack. “I’ll go make some when you get ready for work, yeah?”

Caitlyn just nods, her eyes closing and opening in slow, drawn out blinks. Maddie crawls from the bed, naked. She dawns a robe as she exits the room to fix Caitlyn some coffee and food before work.

Caitlyn pulls herself from bed a few beats later, fully clothed. Her face is cold and emotionless as she stumbles to her closet, pulling out a uniform-type look. Her high waisted trousers hug her ass and thighs tightly, constricting her slightly, but she doesn’t mind. Her nimble fingers make their way up the button’s of her dark colored shirt. She slips on her boots and an overcoat.

She finds herself in her bathroom. She’s a mess; her hair is dark with sweat and grease and is tossed in every direction except down. Her face is dark and smudged with makeup from the night before. She tosses cool water against her face in an attempt to wake her up and wash away the remnants of her makeup. She brushes her hair with her delicate fingers, pulling it into a high ponytail. Some of her strands are defiant, sticking out in erratic waves.

She stumbles into the kitchen.

“You look lovely,” Maddie chirps, handing her a cup of coffee.

“I wear this every day, Maddie, and I’m not wearing makeup today and my hair’s an outright disaster.” Her voice is harsh… harsher than she intended.

“It’s okay, babe, you still look amazing,” Maddie pleads.

Caitlyn exhales sharply, taking a long sip of her coffee, letting the bitter liquid wake her up as it hits her taste buds. “Thank you,” she finally whispers out after a few minutes.

Maddie just nods. “Be safe today.”

“I always am,” she informs, grabbing her car keys.

Maddie leans in for a kiss before Caitlyn leaves, but Cait dodges it, letting Maddie’s small lips plant against Caitlyn’s cheek. “Bye,” Maddie hums as Caitlyn leaves.

Unfortunately, Caitlyn’s entire drive she isn’t thinking about the rules of the road or what the day at work is going to look like, which is very unlike her.

Rather, her mind is plagued with thoughts of Vi. Yesterday was the anniversary of their two year break up and man, did that day wreck Caitlyn. She honestly hadn’t even realized it until she was almost home from work that night but it ruined the rest of her day. The bitterness and contempt she held for her fiance because of it was awful, but she couldn’t help it. It's not as if it wasn’t all her fault, but it didn’t matter. She missed her so bad and she regretted everything.

But it was too late to fix the mess she’d created, so why not let it be… let the mess sit? She wasn’t proud of that mentality, but it is out of her hands, for better or for worse.

Caitlyn parks her car, her head pounding as she realizes she doesn’t even remember arriving here; how she got here and everything. But she slips her badge on the belt of her pants and stumbles towards the police station. Being a detective is hard, but what better way to take her mind off of a broken heart?

But fuck, did she miss Vi.

[lemonmangosorbet]

I dont have anything against JayVik shippers, but damn... Jayce doesnt fucking deserve Viktor

[ilovewomenfr]

duality🥰

[melmedarda]

@meljaymicrofics  ⸻ falter ⸻ wc: 982 ⸻ rated M

She presses him up against the wall. Eyes glinting like gold, freckles like stars in the dimness of the bathroom. It's too small, too dark, and there's a scent beneath all the smoke that's too sweet that makes Jayce's belly dip. Or maybe it's her.

She's on him almost immediately. Lips pressed against his neck, hands snaking down to unclasp the buckle of his belt and slipping onto his pants. And he lets her crowd him. Lets her move him just where she wants him. He's weak to her, his own addiction. Always too weak.

Jayce experiences her touch in moments too bright. Too stunning and too quick to fit into the monotonous gray of his daily life. Throws his head back against the wall with such force when she takes him in hand, pain a bright supernova behind his eyelids.

She seeps into his every sense, the feel of her on his skin, the taste of her on his lips, her subtle perfume clinging to the air around them. Jayce can hardly hear the deep bass outside the club, his heart beating so loud in his own ears that he's sure Mel can hear it too.

And then it's over. Too fast, he pants and goans and then sags against the wall, hair falling into his eyes as he dips his head. Forehead pressed against hers and hands on her hips. And she let's him for a moment. Her eyes are brighter now, and the world dims around her. She's still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

The world grows dim as she pulls away. Disentangling herself from him and turning to the sink.

"Well," she says, voice raspy, "that was fun." Her lips are swollen, her the plum of her lipstick smudged on the edges of her lips. Jayce draws his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down. Hard. Want lurches in his stomach. It's never enough.

"I came in my pants," he deadpans, gesturing to the mess of himself. It's humiliating, really. She glances at him through the dirty mirror as she washes her hands, eyes roving down the exposed expanse of his torso, down to the mess she's made of him. His chest is still heaving a bit too much, and he hates that she's unbothered. Unaffected.

"You weren't complaining earlier." And there it is, that small, self-satisfied smirk. Jayce feels his skin flush, and if he was any other man, maybe he would push her up against the bathroom wall and punish her for it. But she's reapplying her lipstick. He knows all too well that meaning.

He sighs heavily through his nose. "We can't keep doing this, Mel." He reaches to the paper towel dispenser, pulling several sheets and begins to wipe off the evidence of his pleasure.

"I don't see why not." She's closer now, watching him draw the paper towel across his skin. She hands him a towelette. He accepts it wordlessly. "It's the easiest thing we've ever had."

And he doesn't like that sentence, the placating tone she wraps it in. It makes his blood boil. They weren't simple. There are things in life that are not simple, things that are harder to understand, but that doesn't make them any less worth the fight.

He'd wanted to believe they were worth fighting for. But the fight's gone out of him now. He doesn't seem to have any boundaries when it comes to her. And the measly protections he's tries to erect around his heart falter and are rendered ueless before Mel.

He should resent her for it all. The way she broke his heart. The way she left him four months before. The way she always leaves him in the after. But the heart wants what if wants, and Jayce finds himself defenseless against Mel. She's knows it. That she is his Achilles heel, and it is a truth she exploits much too often. A truth she is exploiting now.

"We're broken up, Mel. We've been broken up for months now." And he's tired, tired of this. Tired of reminding her, of reminding himself that they are no longer together. He tosses the soiled toilet at the trash bin. "We can't keep doing this."

"Why not?"

"I was on a date with a girl tonight, Mel."

"Well, she didn't compliment you."

"She was good for me." He zips up his pants and straights his shirt. Hates that they are taking about his date in pass tense. Sky was a nice girl. He'd liked her. But Mel tends to leech everything of color, of beauty until all you could look at was her. Until you were blinded to everything else.

"You don't know what's good for you, Jayce Talis. You wouldn't know good if it was dangling right in front of you." There's a strangeness to her tone that cuts Jayce, her words burrowing into him like venom.

"Goodbye, Mel." He says, heart threatening to shatter and his throat burning with words that want to come. But he will not argue with her. He refuses to do that, at least.

Unaware of the war within him, she runs gentle fingers down the line of his neck. "Until next time, Jayce." She says, giving him a smile that looks sad upon her face. But her eyes are sharp. And then she's gone.

He looks into the mirror, forlorn. Sees the hickeys, dark red and purple signatures of her work. Of her hands on him. Jayce sags, pressing the balls of his palms into his eyes. She has ruined him and left him to pick up the pieces.

[cinamun]

i'm so sorry but bishop's grown ass middle aged self scrolling thru the emoji keyboard to find the heart hands.. it's so funny he's so unserious. i still hate him deeply though (anon from a few days ago) this man is so dumb. does he think hojayce is gonna leave the twins outside the building without mercy picking them up? if the woman can't get outta bed then jayce is gonna KNOW smth is up. again. this man is dumb, emotional, corny, and irrational, and is only seen as intimidating bc of his pr rep. he's a LOOOOOSER with nothing going for him. why'd he sign up for a dating service. why he at the club with no one on his arm??? he can't pull! he can't! that's why he goes for women with vulnerabilities... can't sense is loss of game

I'm sorry but after "scrolling thru the emoji keyboard to find the heart hands" made me almost pee and I'm crying and having trouble breathing because he had to HOLD THE EMOJI TO GET THE RIGHT SHADE OF BROWN FRIEND?????

Now that I have read the rest, let me be clear: The man is very dangerous, and here's why:

Finding out if she's needed to babysit let's Bishop know if there are any timelines he needs to worry about.

He didn't sign up for a dating service, he signed up for some pussy. Jerri handled the rest.

He's at the club with no one on his arm because he was there to get some head from a dancer and enjoy a drink or two.

.... And did.

Mind you, I got beef with the brotha myself because I still have hope for Mercy, but we aren't just dealing with some broke, rinky-dink, regular degular pixel man. I just posted a link the other day to his background.

He is a cold, calculated sociopath (probably many other 'paths as well) with several felonies (inlcuding but not limited to murder, torture and other heinous crimes) and probably a RICO charge. He went underground after faking his death and he is absolutely a mastermind criminal (read: genius). This is the worst possible man Mercy could have ever tried to get to "love" her.

This ain't just anybody, friend.

[th3-ann0unc3r]

***********MAJOR ARCANE SPOILERS PLS DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TI BE SPOILED**********

*****YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED********

*****GO WATCH IT ITS REALLY GOOD I CRIED VERY HARD****

THEY REALLY KILLED JINX OFF LIKE THAT??!?!!?!? SHE WAS TOLD HER WHOLE LIFE YOU DO EVERYTHING WRONG AND THE ONLY FUCKING 2 PEOPLE WHO DIDNT BELIEVE THAT SHE DIED FOR UGHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT BUT DAMN I WISH SHE GOT A BETTER REDEMPTION ARC!!!!

also isha DIDNT need to die at all. SHE DIED THE EXACT WAY JINX DID PROTECTING PEOPLE SHE CARED ABOUT FROM THE SAME FUCKING MONSTER.

ALSO FUCJ JAYCE HE CAN GO TI HELL. IF HE WOULD HAVE JUST LEFT HIS OWN SHIT ALONE AND SAID WAIT MAYBE I DONT NEED TO KILL VIKTOR NOBODY ELSE WOULD HAVE DIED. THEY ALL DIED BECAUSE OF THE STUPID FACT HE “WASNT GOING TO FAIL” I HATE THAT MAN. LIKE WE GET IT YOUR JELOUSE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS LITERALLY EXTENDING HIS POWER TO THE UNIVERSE BUT GOD DAMN MAN.

i would also like to thank the wonderful writers for cativi BUT YOU WILL BE GETTING MY THERAPY BILL FOR KILLING ISHA!!!!

THEM GIVING MEL POWERS WAS THE BEST TJING EVER LIKE SHE WAS ONE IF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE IN THAT FUCKJNG CITY AND SHE HAD LITERALLY NOTHING BUT SOME WAR SKILLS???? i kiss the ground of the writer who thought to give her powers!!!!

I also hate that vi literally went against every moral she had becoming an enforcer but idk it just felt wrong watching vi track down her sister after saying her whole life she cared so much about her and her well being

🤭🤭🤭🤭🤤🤤🤤🤤eye patch Caitlyn 😝😝😝😝😼😼😼😼

IM ADDING ON AFTER IVE ALREADY POSTED THIS EKKO MY BELOVED HE WAS ON OF THE BEST WRITTEN CHARACTERS AND HE GENUINELY IS A GOOD PERSON I LOVE THAT FACT HE LITERALLY HATED JINX AND THEN SAW HER IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT WHEN HE REALIZED SHE WAS A SCARED KID IN A MANIC WOMENS BODY!!!!

ALSO THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE EPISODE IS ONE OF THE BEST PEICES OF MEDIA TO EVER EXISTS THANK YOU!!!!

ADDING MORE AGAIN the way vi saw humanity in jinx after she slapped isha and the first thing jinx did was check on isha HURTS MW SO MUCH IT WAS SO BUTIFUEL UGHHHHHHH.

also maddie hate club

Thank you all for listening to my rant!

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The Beauty & The Beast

by CupcakePuppy

Long ago, Humans played Gods and decided to create a new race: Hybrids. They combined human and animals genes, depending on what they needed. Strong slaves? Fast? Agile? But the more they created, the more Hybrids started to understand that they were living creatures, even they were from laboratory. And feelings coming in the way, their lives had a story. Learning, loving, hating, dreaming... They understood they were able to live as their "masters" and demanded a real life. Insurrection happened. They obtained rights.

Vi Lane is a Hybrid Wolf, a gang leader. Yet, as a Hybrid, knowing her race's History, she despises Humans. Her father wants her to have a chance to have a good life, getting her dream job, being a pro hockey player, so he signs her up for Piltover's University, a pro-Hybrid school, where everybody's rights are respected. But her grades are pretty low, too much for her to enroll the hockey club. But the headmaster thinks she deserves her chance, and decides that Vi has to be tutored, by no one else that the top student: Caitlyn Kiramman.

What awaits the two women? Will Vi be ok to let Caitlyn, a Human, a rich and popular one, be close to her? Will the Beast bite... or be tamed by the Beauty?

Words: 1354, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Miss Sarah Fortune, Jayce (League of Legends), Darius (League of Legends), Kai'Sa (League of Legends), Akali (League of Legends), Sett (League of Legends), Morgana (League of Legends), Viego (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Singed (League of Legends), Other League of Legends Characters

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: LGBTQ Female Character, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Shameless Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), Vi falls first but Caitlyn falls harder, Violence, Blood and Violence, Blood and Torture, Murder, Murder Mystery, Child Murder, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Graphic Description, Graphic Violence, Vi is a Little Shit (League of Legends), Brat Vi (League of Legends), Vi is a gang leader, Good Sibling Vi (League of Legends), Good Sibling Jinx (League of Legends), Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Jinx is mute, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Hybrids, Human/Animal Hybrids, Getting to Know Each Other, Not related to the movie, Vi is a Wolf Hybrid, Vi has a wolf tail and ears and claws and fangs, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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