#listen i kind of hate jayce

[verysadlesbian]

Y'all think I care about canon????!!!! I was out here, in the motherfuckin' trenches, shipping Destiel!!! I don't fucking care about such unimportant things as "canon".

[nimbusghoul]

The Nice Soap-Viktor x Bimbo!Reader

Pairing:Viktor x Reader

Type: Fluff TO smut for the entirety

Fandom:Arcane/LoL(more Arcane Vik than LoL Vik, let me have my twink, okay?)

WC:1337 This is just a sneak peek, if you want more, I'll continue to provide, Don't hate me!

Viktor was never one to catch feelings easily, but when you came into his life from being a good friend of Jayce, he began to feel something new.

When Jayce introduced you to him, he didn’t know how to react to your bubbly air headed nature, it was new. Sure, Jayce is charismatic, but he didn’t shine as bright as you did, you could light up the whole room with a personality like that.

Maybe you weren’t the smartest, but you were an amazing listener, and things didn’t seem to get to you very often. Usually just in one ear and out the other, but when you were interested, your body language changed, anyone could tell you were paying attention, even if you usually didn’t fully understand.

You’d turn yourself towards him and lean in again or prop your elbows on the table and put your chin in your hands, kicking your feet a bit, and it was when you would ask most of the questions.

“What’s that?”

“What, a Hex Core?”

“Mhm! I dunno what that is, Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, I understand not everyone has the same knowledge. Ehh, a Hex Core is an adaptive rune matrix with Hextech in the middle…the potential for ultimate advancements in technology!”

“ohhh!… what?? I dunno what that stuff is either, i mean, i know what runes are but…what’s…all the other stuff??”

Viktor took a minute, how would he explain this without making you feel like you had less and less knowledge? He would never want to hurt your feelings, you were too pretty to be sad.

“Hextech uses magic to create artifacts, it’s made up of a special crystal. It can do all kinds of things, not just for me and the hexcore is full of hextech, which means it has all kinds of that magic.”

“Sounds like a lot of math, which i’m not good at. I think I’ll stick to less complex things and let you handle all of that genius people stuff”

You were really the only person who could distract him from his work. He had completely forgotten about the papers in front of him, his focus was on you, even if the papers were the thing you asked about. He realized he doesn’t ever really ask any questions that he had for you

“May I ask you an…odd question?”

“hm, of course! just make sure it’s not too complicated of a question? really big words get me all confused…”

“Of course of course. Those nails of yours, are they real? like, your actual nail? they’re quite long.”

“What? god no, these are made with powder polymethylmethacrylate and a monomer liquid!”

You turned over you hand and tapped on the underside of your nails, Viktor was a little shocked from that long word you managed to string out describing the acrylic powder

“So…they are plastic?”

“Nope! You gotta put the liquid with a bit of the monomer and then put it on top of a guide, sometimes plastic? but I like to use my silicone one because it peels better, and thennn you put the whole thing under UV light for it to harden and they’re so much better than fake plastic nails! fake nails that are plastic feel so icky and come off WAYYY too easy. plus nail glue can fuck up your skin soooo bad!”

“ah, i see, so you know a lot about this topic?”

“Of course! if i’m gonna look pretty I have to be healthy and to be healthy i have to know what Im doing to my body! That’s why I like hate cOsMeTiC sUrGuRiEs cause like everyone is beautiful in their own way and the fact that people think they have to pay to be beautiful is really disgusting! everyone was made to grow differently, just because you don’t look like your neighbor or your pretty classmate doesn’t mean you aren’t pretty or attractive or perfect! But like Botox for headaches is fine, it helps with migraines!”

“I see you feel very strongly about these things, Is there a reason why? Perhaps a connection to memories in which it makes you upset about this topic?”

“Well…I just want everyone to be happy, you know? and if you hate yourself because you don’t look like everyone else…that’s not happy. The only thing that’s truly ugly or unattractive is the way we treat some people, and the awful things we say and do. Ugly doesn’t exist *on* people, it exists *in* people.”

You turned to Viktor after finishing a sentence, a small smile, the first real one you’ve seen, but you decided not to say anything, having an internal celebration instead of external. Celebratory of small victories(or should i say Viktories, okay yeah i’ll see myself out sorry), it was rare to see Viktor smile from what Jayce has told you.

“You are very different from me, and yet i enjoy the company you provide, it’s quite odd, with how different our knowledge is you’d think I would be annoyed with all your questions, but you also have knowledge I don’t. I do not look into what I wear or the lotions, soaps and sanitizers I put on my hands-”

You were quick to accidentally cut him off, suddenly remembering why you came to the lab in the first place, even when it slipped out on the way from your home to the lab.

“OHMYGOODNESS!! I tOTALLY forgot about that! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off, but I wanted to say I got you some new soap because i was reading the ingredients and yours contained formaldehyde!! that’s probably why your hands are always so dry, that is so bad for your skin! I also got you some lotion because they’re so dry from that awful soap…”

You quickly dug through your purse, pulling out a large bottle of moisturizing hand soap and some hand lotion with aloe, quickly placing them on the desk

“I literally went to the market at like 8 this morning because I knew that’s when they first set up so like they weren’t all gone when I got there!”

“You did this for me?”

“pshhh, yeah! and i got my pet some more of those cute special treats, they only get sold like twice during the week and they’re all gone in like an hour. it’s so terrible if I can’t get my sleepy butt up in time to get some!”

“Are they truly that important?”

“Well, my pets are like…my family! they’re like my little babies and I would literally assault whoever the hell runs this universe for my babies?”

“I apologize, I was speaking about the soap.”

“Oh, oops! Yeah, I wanted to get you something nice, plus, all the really nice ones sell out so fast! Especially like when this huuuuge group of wives come through and buy like literally everything nice.”

"Group of...wives?"

"Yeah, like, you know, middle aged women who don't need so much damn soap?"

"Ah..."

he seemed to take a pause to think

"Why...for me? Why not for Jayce?" He asked, looking up at you

"What? Your hands are dry, Jayce doesn't have...all that as an issue...you know?"

He seemed surprised as he thought before laughing quietly

"How are you so sure what my hands feel like? I'm sure Jayce is very touchy...but you know, I am not."

You felt your face heat quickly

"Well, I- they sound dry! You know, when you rub your hands together and it sounds...dry, like you can't hear my hands unless I rub them together really hard!"

He chuckled softly at your embarrassment before standing

"I find it cute that you care. Thank you, Солнышко(sólnyshka)"

-CUTOFF FOR PREVIEW-

[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?

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

watched the s1 finale with my sister two days ago (but it was like semi-late when we finished watching and then some shit happened the next day so i didn't post her thoughts until now):

"vander would go on my hear me out cake"

"she has the fighting equivalent to blue balls. she's all revved up and no one to punch" (about vi when jayce left her with the gauntlets)

"i think you're just talking out of your ass" (about silco after renni's son died)

"i would've had your son killed for this" "i would've punch him in the face cause who the fuck does he think he is"

"you could go back to noxus if you like to talk about it so much" (about ambessa)

"with respect, i don't give a shit what any of you think of me anymore" "period, kind of attractive of him to say, just that though. i don't forgive how you've neglected viktor"

"this is a dinner party from hell"

"i was hating him but now i feel bad for him" (about heimerdinger)

i jokingly called the show a masterpiece sometime after we finished watching and she went "i wouldn't say that" so do with that what you will

"kay but the thing is, nothing he said was wrong" (about finn after he died)

"are they flirting?" (about jayvik when they were on the ledge)

"i feel bad for her but i'm not sad that he's dead" (about jinx and silco)

the credits rolled and she went "i'm sorry what" which is so me-watching-arcane-for-the-first-time-coded of her to do

"there's too much moral greyness for me"

okay and then i had her list her top 5 and bottom 5 characters (she struggled to find three more top characters after the first two, probably tells you a lot about her viewing experience)

top 5:

vander: "he has clear morals and he's just trying to protect his people and he's a good father figure"

ekko: "he's the little guy, when we first meet him that is, he's like a tech wiz. and for him to build this place, i'm proud of him"

caitlyn: "she's an actual good enforcer like she's actually trying to listen to the people"

viktor: "he just wants to help people and he's looked over a lot and downgraded so he tries not to do the same"

claggor: "he's just a homie, he's a ride or die, literally, i don't know, he just has a special place in my heart" (that "literally" was UNNECESSARY)

bottom 5:

silco: "he is the archenemy. he is persona non grata. he. killed. vander. so- he's also a crime lord who doesn't care about his own people. silco doesn't have a code. silco has no scruples"

sevika: "sevika is just annoying. why she tryna kill vi all the time? i mean vi's tryna kill her but-"

marcus: "i hate a crooked cop"

jinx: "the crimes. like the killing of those six cops, and the almost killing of caitlyn, and the kidnapping of cailtyn. like she's obviously a pawn of silco's so that's why she's lower than silco but she did some crime independently"

ambessa: "ambessa's a bad mother"

special mention: deckard: "he is bad, he was really creepy and a predator" and any of silco's goons (reason is obvious i guess)

and these are her thoughts on some of the characters who aren't in either of those lists (no ranked order, just the order she spoke about them):

jayce: "i don't care about [him], you're a bad friend and i hate when people are bad friends"

mel: "you're kind of two-faced but i do feel bad about the situation with your mom"

vi: "i'm still upset with what you said to powder but i like that you're trying to make up for it but unfortunately words stick"

cassandra: "booo *thumbs down*" (that's it i guess i don't-)

mylo: "booo *thumbs down* i feel bad that he died but he was really mean to powder"

heimerdinger: "i judged him quickly cause he was a bit annoying but by the end, he had a warm place in my heart and i always go back to him in the orchestra" (the scene with ray chen's insert)

sky: "i feel so bad for her. it's also kind of a commentary. even without meaning to, the man destroyed her to save himself"

tobias: "he cares about his daughter and what she wants and realizes there's a time and place for chastising"

episodes 1 and 2

episode 3

episode 4

episodes 5 and 6

episodes 7 and 8

[evren-d]

Artists I'd love to see on Arcane S2 soundtrack~

The artist and my fav songmatch(es) I already have from them + the character it's matched to, anyone please share your lists, I'd listen to every single song!!

-Peter McPoland (Blue, Vi) (Digital Silence, Silco and Vi at different times, where the ideology and goals overlap [which is a LOT])

-Lana Del Rey (God Knows I Tried, Jinx) (Ride, Viktor)

-Twenty One Pilots (Overcompensate, Viktor returning to the Undercity and setting up his hospital, probably going too far with the hexcore, we're all very worried for him) (My Blood, Vi to everyone) (Message Man, Silco or Viktor, depending on who I'm in the mood for) (Routines in the night, Jinx) (Lavish, Silco + Sevika + Jinx, enjoying some perks in the S1 timeskip, lol), (Fall Away, Vi) (Polarize, Vi) (Fairly Local, Silco) (Jumpsuit, Enforcer+Pit fighter!Vi) (Car Radio, Viktor back in the undercity)

-Bastille (Warmth, Caitlyn to Vi) (The Driver, Deckard) (Pompeii, Vi)

-Hozier (Eat Your Young, Silco pov, satire on the Council🥵) (Abstract, Vi about Caitlyn)

-Moddi (The Architect, Silco)

-Johnny Flynn (Jefferson's Torch, Viktor) (The Water, silco) (Einstein's Idea, Vi to Powder before trying to give herself up to Grayson) (Lost and Found, Vi adrift after prison)

-Badflower (Family, Vi, rejected and desolate as she seems to be in S2) (Johnny Wants To Fight, Deckard)

-The Killers (Tranquilize, Viktor) (Bling Confessions of a King, Silco) (The Man, Silco) (Flesh and Bone, Vi)

-Matt Maeson (The Mask, Jinx) (Go Easy, Vi to Caitlyn about eroding her identity to try to adjust to the world post prison) (Cringe, Silco re:post river transition to ruthlessness)

-Transviolet (Undo, Jinx to Vi)

-Brandi Carlile (Pride and Joy - Live at Benaroya Hall, first verse Jinx, second verse Vi, to each other, be ready to cry and cry and cry or maybe that's just me) (When You're Wrong, Caitlyn to Vi)

-Blue October (Colors Collide, Pit Fighter Vi) (This is What I Live For, Enforcer!Vi, putting on colors she hates to look after someone she loves)

-Matchbox Twenty (Back 2 Good, Vi) (How Far We've Come, young Ekko building up the firelight sanctuary)

-AWOLNATION (Miracle Man, Silco) (I'm a Wreck, Jinx) (Wake Up, Jinx to Vi) (Jailbreak, Vi)

-Patrick Wolf (Tristan, S2 Jinx) (Godrevy Point, Jinx if she gets any kind of happy/healing ending and can come to terms with her past and be forgiven, wishfull TimeBomb hours)

-Bleachers (45, Vi about wanting nothing but to connect with Jinx and being unable to for sooo many reasons)

-Mumford & Sons (Dust Bowl Dance, young Silco) (Ghosts That We Knew, Jinx to Silco re: his acceptance and the hope he gave her)

-Powerline (Stand Out, Jayce) (Eye 2 Eye, Caitlyn)

[cinamun]

Finally Mercy!! It’s like I knew she was going to do it once the bomb dropped about Jackson and she was still there with him but seeing actually happen is wild and I had to go back like 10x. All I really have to say is hurt people hurt people and Bishop should’ve took the warning after the tv threat cuz maybe she wasn’t joking. Should’ve definitely left after the first assassination attempt. He thought he could still get in her head even after finding out her secret and well…she got in his chest. It’s crazy to think all that time she was allowing herself to go through all that as a punishment when she had it in her all along but it took Jayce finding out about Eva to make her remember why she did it. I can’t wait to see how Mercy continues to develop after this. And there’s still so many other situations to check in on still! Way to wrap up a story arch we’ve all be waiting for while still keeping us on the edge of our seats for a new one to begin! Your writing and directing is phenomenal. I’ve been here since Indya was pregnant with Hope and I always say this needs to be a show or a physical visual novel!

Side note: do you ever get nervous or anxious about publish big scenes that you’re unsure how it’ll be recieved? Or excited to publish scenes like this where you know it’ll blow the rrr doors open? This had to be hard to sit on for two weeks!

"He thought he could still get in her head even after finding out her secret and well…she got in his chest."

Say it again for the villians in the back!!!

Listen, she gave him 3 whole opportunities to do what he said he was going to do, which was take her home:

Maybe he was feeling himself a lil bit after putting the math together. Who knows, but what I do know, is that's exactly where he fucked up. He left her without a choice. At least, he left her FEELING like she didn't have a choice.

Anyway, THANK YOU for the kind words friend. Yes I was super nervous about this and didn't finish the dialogue until this morning tbh lol I also get excited because I absolutely LOVE the suspense and psychological shit that fucks with our perception of reality. Writing this arc has been super fun and we're STILL not done. I would say what makes me nervous is the subject matter. Anytime we get into heavy subjects I worry about triggering folks or losing folks. I try to be mindful of that but I also just write what comes to mind and hate to censor myself even when I think of wild shit.

[1-800-suck-my-clit]

Testing my multifandomness, so here's a list of ships I support/enjoy and why

Most (damn near all) are ganna be MlM

Clegan (bucky x buck)

John is so love sick for gale you just have to ship them

Hannigraham (Hannibal x Will Graham)

They act like a married couple with Gothic scenes and inuendos

Bat jokes (Batman x Joker)

Idk man something abt villian and hero falling in love despite being the farthest of opposites. And I love their banter where Joker shamelessly flirts with him

Superbat (Batman x Superman / Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent)

Now ik what ur thinking "bat jokes AND superbat how scandalous😱" this one only really applies to their "citizen" forms. I love the rich sugar daddy and kind southern accent trope. Also them in their hero forms are also cute bc batman let's his guard down for him

Zosan (zoro x sanji)

Your honor they're married🙄

Hisoillu

They give off Doberman and black cat energy. And canonically they are married ‼️

Rathelstan (ragnar x athelstan)

The love I have for them hold no words so here are some quotes that made me wanna rip my heart out.

"What do you mean?! You cannot leave...you cannot leave me! I love you...and you're the only I can trust so you must stay"

"I always believed that death is a fate far better than life, for you will be reunited with lost loved ones. But we will never meet again, my friend. I have a feeling that your God might object to me visiting you in Heaven. What am I to do now?"

"I hate you for leaving me. I ache from your loss. There is nothing that can console me now. I am changed, so are you.”

Symbrock (Venom x Eddie)

HEAR ME OUT PLEASE...So um anyways

Spideypool (spiderman x deadpool)

Their banter in the comics is so cute

Soapghost(konig) (Soap x Ghost (x Konig) / Simon Riley x John McTavish (x Konig))

Got really into them when CoD started blowing up on my FYP last year

Patrochillies (Patrocles x Achilles)

Ganna cry I love them sm. "He is half of my soul as the poets say" 🤣🔪🩸

Eremika (Eren x Mikasa)

If u don't belive they are end game ur wrong abt everything🥱. Tho I belive in eremika being cannon I also ship EreJean (Eren x Jean) who's to say a Lil hate sex never hurt anyone 🤭

Jayvik (jayce x viktor)

Idk who I wanna be jayces girlfriend, his boyfriend, or him😩

BoKuro (Bokuto x Kuroo)

Himbos in love? Count me in. tho I do also ship them with their main ships aswell

NaruSasu (Naruto x Sasuke)

No one chases a man around for damn near a decade bc "We're best friends🥺" 😒

Last but not least

KiriBaku (kirishima x Bakugou)

I don't give one damn what ANYONE says they are literally end game. FUCK BAKUDEKU‼️‼️🗣 I need the firecracker and his leash‼️

Um thank u for listening to my Ted talk lol 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

[talenlee]

Story Pile: Arcane, Season 1

Here’s a little bit of a trivia tidbit about how I write these articles. Typically speaking I will write an outline, just words, like, intro, image, spoiler warning, more, point 1, point 2, point 3, conclusion, and then I’ll fill in what I think are the starts of those points, then flesh them out and if a direction shows up I’ll come back to rearrange stuff, you know, very piece by piece, very grown. The introduction is typically the last thing I write, and that’s because by that point I have all the other stuff I want to set up already in place.

I didn’t manage that for Arcane season 1. I just started to talk and suddenly I had 1500 words down. This show whips, come listen to me talk about it.

Spoiler Warning, I talk about some events from later in the season in a vague way.

Content warning, mostly the stuff in this series is pretty normal in-genre nastiness but there’s some implied pet death, and some surprisingly detailed drug administration.

Let’s pretend for a moment you’re looking into my opinion of Arcane without actually knowing anything about the story of it. It’s a story about a huge city called Piltover with its underclass poor zone called Zaun, or rather, two cities, one called Piltover and one called Zaun, which sucks, because despite the fact Piltover thinks they’re the same city, one of those areas is for rich people made rich by the process of Capitalism and the other area is full of poor people who are processed by Capitalism. One day, a smartypants boy in Piltover created The Great Economic Disparitor Machine and then Piltover’s Capitalism kicked into overdrive and some gyres widened and centers failed to hold.

This is a story told by following the lives of people involved in these processes as they move from one part of the city to another. Jayce the willed worrier, moves from a class-bound position of factory labor to political power. Caitlyn, an upper class twit, tries to do some kind of public good by becoming a cop, which she at least would believe is how it works. Jinx, a schizophrenic and also just the best, is ejected from a family that seeks to preserve a status quo into a family that seeks to destroy it. Vi, also the best, moves from a position of helpless struggle to a position to enact the will of the state in pursuit of order, which for her is framed as a story of revenge.

I like to think of the story of Arcane season 1 as being a pair of trains on their tracks, barely getting near one another, until the moment the tracks curve and suddenly those trains crash into one another head-on, with a glorious explosion. There’s a ramping tension that runs through the whole story that gets clocked up very slowly. After all, you have to know what Zaun and Piltover are before you can know that they hate one another. Arcane uses character relationships to explain this story — specifically the way that every pair of characters who have a relationship can be seen as a relationship of disagreement. Jayce and Caitlyn don’t agree about who should be directly involved in danger, Jinx and Vi don’t agree about Jinx’s worth, Silco and Vander don’t agree about how to protect Zaun, and Vi and Caitlyn don’t agree about whose bed they should bang in.

(They’re not banging)

(But they should be)

And hey, you may be thinking, Talen, you know about videogames, how valid is this to the videogames? Are the videogames like this? Is this, for lack of a better word, canon?

And the answer to that is: It doesn’t matter.

League of Legends is the text this text is paratextual to (drink). But at the same time, League of Legends is a fascinating media empire in that at its very, deeply hidden, multi-layered heart, League of Legends is a mod. Deep down under it all, League of Legends started its life as an attempt to build a standalone version of Defense of the Ancients, which was, itself, a mod for Warcraft III. The thread of derivation can be pursued but the point is that it’s very evident when you trace the history of it that League of Legends was not a coherent world created from the top down with a distinct sense of things like economics and narrative but instead is much more focused on the vibes of individual characters. League of Legends is an accumulation of ‘look at my OCs’ then the interconnected mesh of concept space that those OCs need to exist.

A long time ago, someone said to me – or I read it in an article, you don’t care – that you can’t make a MOBA game, they have to be grown. It feels that’s very true when you consider the way League of Legends, one of the successful ones work; characters exist as these acretions of vibes and narrative pieces that then have to be asked to work in conjunction. Skins can wildly transform what a character is and the needs and demands of the world they’re in and it works because they’re not, primarily, characters from a universe with a story but instead OCs built around a vibe. They are, fundamentally, a style before they are a character.

None of this is a complaint, of course, because by having these robust senses of style, the characters can then be reinterpreted and moved into their own narrative space like you see here in Arcane and as long as the style maintains, the narrative holds. Were Jinx and Vi sisters before this series happened? Maybe. It didn’t matter. Are the other possible threads of story, like Warwick being Vi’s adopted father, ‘true’ to League of Legends? Doesn’t matter. The point is, the style holds, the characters feel true, if you can express them in their style.

That means that Caitlyn is stuffy and kinda gay, Vi is lairy and kinda gay, Ekko is hiphop and kinda gay, Jayce sucks and is kinda painfully straight, and as long as all these elements are expressed well in how the characters behave, then it doesn’t matter about the truth of any greater narrative to a pre-existing ‘canon.’ It’s beautiful, honestly, to enjoy such a blistering competence.

It’s kinda a funny comparison because I imagine a lot of people will sneer about positively invoking it but it feels like the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s first big victory lap, The Avengers. The fact that Arcane exists is one thing, but the fact it exists and it’s so good is even more remarkable. I love how it looks, with this deliberate attempt at specific stylisation. The texturing on the characters and the world reminds me of Dishonored and of course I’m going to mark out hard for anything that reminds me enough of Dishonored but it’s not just because I’m easy. It’s beautiful because the pursuit of an animation style that is specifically a style means you’re not trapped under the burden of hyper-realism or a pursuit of it when you’re also trying to present the completely fantastic and ridiculous.

Make no mistake, this story wants to focus on the ridiculous plenty of times. One of the main characters in the story, the one who kind of represents a sort of sense of sadness at the loss of an exploitative stability’s best opportunities, is an aged Yordle, which is what League of Legends made up because the word Goblin was silly. Putting a character of his size in a shot with a full grown human adult just fundamentally looks odd if you’re realistic, but the fact he’s able to be a walking cartoon that has the same aesthetic style as the full size people he hangs near means you don’t notice that, you don’t consider the way that infrastructure is rarely built to handle him.

How does this guy reach doorknobs?

The aesthetics and style don’t always work together perfectly. There’s a famous lovemaking scene that people talk about as being cringe. I don’t feel that strongly about it, but I can understand why it feels a bit silly to others. Similarly, the need of the story type to have these highly emotional moments means that when the story needs a human being to kill off in the name of the Machine That Wants To Eat Blood, and it can’t use another one of the Brand Recognisable characters to do it, that means that we get that annoying trope of a 50 second love interest. We reveal someone has a crush, is working themselves up to talk about it, and then just as they are about to say something, they’re gone. Tragedy that only we, the audience really appreciate, sure, but doesn’t tragedy work better when the person it happens to understands what they lost?

I like Arcane. I find it very easy to talk about the things in it I like and it’s one of those shows where by dint of providing clear boundaries, things that definitely do happen and matter, and then ambiguities within them like why or how, there’s a lot of room to dig into what specific characters express or want or how they approach things. It is an OC landscape turbocharged with extra worldbuilding and character space that begs the question of ‘what would you make here?’ It is full of cool characters and some of them bang and some of them should bang and I don’t know how I feel about some of them banging.

Arcane is concentrated brain worms. It took something that lived and died on being able to hook you on vibes and concentrate that through confrontational gameplay and found what made those characters compelling then told a story meant to have just as much of an and then what effect.

Here’s hoping season 2 is good, but even if it’s not, season 1 is untouchable.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

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Perfect Strangers- part four: The New Stranger

Viktor x Fem!reader, Jayce x fem!reader (NSFW)

I realize I forgot an important tag when I first posted this! This is the only chapter with Jayce/reader unless you chose his ending.

part three part five        (start here!)

Takes place before Arcane and works its way there, did my best to combine the different versions of lore.

(you and Viktor meet on your first day at the academy and bond over being habitual, awkward loners. The story revolves around class issues and a sense of belonging mixed with lore and Arcane plot. The story will split at some point and you choose which ending you want to read. Kind of self-indulgent... Based on interactions in platonic and romantic relationships with the men in my life.)

*warnings: sexual content*

Word count: 5,077

******

It had been a few months since the incident. Caston left for Noxus even though you didn’t press charges. Part of you didn’t understand the loss you felt when you got the news he would be returning to Noxus to finish his studies. You missed him in a strange way that made you hate yourself, nothing made sense when he crossed your mind.

    Wondering if things could have been different plagued your mind that first week before Viktor convinced you to seek counseling.

    Grief of this nature was new to you when you poured your heart out to the school counselor. You talked about the guilt you felt for letting your relationship get to that point, but they always managed to reason with you, making sure you didn’t spiral down that pathway of self- deprecation.

    You still lived like he was around the corner, waiting to scold you for every little thing you did. It stopped you from interacting with Viktor sometimes. When your relationship with Viktor felt strained, you kept a barrier in your mind that reminded you he was just a friend. He wanted nothing physical from you like Caston and that was all you chose to believe. Believing he was only a friend took the pressure off of your interactions and you were able to try and heal by interacting with people outside of the friendship as recommended by the counselor.

    The most confusing part of the entire healing process was how starved for affection you felt, especially at night when your fantasies flourished and you were left alone to satisfy yourself. Asking Viktor to give himself to you for your own selfish needs was out of the question, regardless of how readily he probably would have dropped everything to give you what you craved.

    That evening you laid awake in Viktor’s bed, listening to him work on an essay. The scratching of his pencil made your body itch. Every swipe of his hand across the paper made you imagine them gliding across your skin instead which you scolded yourself for. Jeopardizing your friendship because you were desperate for touch was ridiculous.  

    When the need grew too dire you rose from the bed, leaving all of your things where they were strewn on his floor by the closet.

    “I’m going to bed, Viktor,” you leaned over him at the desk.

    He didn’t look up at you, instead he scratched a line through an entire paragraph of notes, “I thought you were already asleep.”

    “In my own room tonight,” you explained, giving him a quick awkward side hug from where he sat.

    “Oh, sounds good. Sleep well,” he gave you an encouraging grin as you waved goodbye and clicked his door shut.

******

Alone in your room at last you wasted no time hopping into bed and shooting your fingers down between your legs. It didn’t take long to feel the unsatisfying release of your body, still aching for something more. You resolved to finally open yourself up to people more in hopes of reeling someone in, even if just for a night.

    It embarrassed you how much you wanted it, but it wasn’t like anyone could read your mind so you just tried to sleep. Promising your body you would start the search in the morning without seeming too desperate.

******

Weeks passed without any luck, but your desire came in waves that allowed you to forget about it long enough to miss it when things felt stale. However, that morning it was back in full force.

    Lewd thoughts plagued your every waking moment in the mid summer heat. Viktor had been painfully absent from your company and you were bored, attempting to entertain yourself between classes. Thinking about sex passed the time, but you pushed all imagery of Viktor from your mind since he had become off limits when you wanted to preserve his friendship. Instead you imagined a faceless man, something selfish for yourself to picture a muscular partner just ravishing your needy body despite the hot weather.

    You sat in the lecture hall, fanning your hot face with your eyes focused on nothing. Letting an imaginary evening play through your head when other students begin filling up the seats around you.

    “Mind if I squeeze by?” asked a tall, handsome classmate. He was fit, staring down at you with green eyes that popped against his tan skin.

    You didn’t recognize him. Understandably so when the lecture halls were always so large and classmates rarely interacted aside from who they would happen to sit next to that day.

    “Oh yeah… sure, sorry,” you straightened your back, pushing yourself against the back of the seat and closing your legs so he could pass after shaking your head to break the daydream you had been lost in.

    Suddenly the decision to wear a shorter skirt that morning felt more exposing than you were comfortable with. You tugged at the hem when the stranger sat next to you, tucking his book bag beneath the chair and pushing it back with his heels. Avoiding the obvious method of turning and staring, you gave him a side glance. His square jaw made him look like a well chiseled statue.

    Feeling the heat overwhelm you again as you break the awkward glance that makes you return to the useless fanning with a scrap piece of paper.

    “Hot right?” you heard him jest into your ear, making your skin prickle from the movement of his arm against yours.

    Instead of saying anything back you gave him a sarcastic head shake which made him smile. You took note of the tiny scar scratched into his eyebrow. Lowering your makeshift fan bashfully, you attempted to begin taking notes when the professor dove into the lecture. The semester was already half over and you had been doing reasonably well in all of your classes without bothering Viktor too much with your questions.

    It was the last class of the day which meant by the time the lecture was over the sweltering sun would have set and that alone made you eager to pay attention. Actively focusing in class always made the time fly by.

    The grip you had on your pen loosened for a second and it was tossed from your grasp when you tried to fix the hold your fingers had lost. It clattered to the floor between your classmates' feet. When you were about to bend down to pick it up you were beaten to it by him and he silently handed it to you with a smile. It gave you butterflies. You wondered how you never noticed him before as you resumed your notes. The realm of dating had been closed off since the incident with Caston and Viktor was off the table as of recently. It was your only logical explanation for only noticing this classmate now.

    Finally the professor called for a break about an hour and a half into the class. It was the halfway point before dismissal and most of the students had begun to lose focus from the heat. Windows and doors were propped open to let the early evening air replace the body heat that had been trapped.

    You stood to stretch, sighing at the relief of your back cracking.

    “What year are you?” the classmate asked from where he had remained seated despite the recess. He was checking his notes.

    “Junior,” you joined him, resting comfortably in your seat since he sounded so nonchalant about small-talk. “You?”

    “Same,” he answered, whatever products he used smelled overly masculine and it made your thoughts wander. “What’s your name? I’ve seen you a few times, but you know, lecture classes and all.”

    “y/n. To be honest I never really venture outside of my comfort zone much when the classes are this big.” you glanced at your notes, realizing how disorganized they looked compared to his. “What about you?”

    “My comfort zone?” he asked, letting you read his notes which you gratefully accepted.

    “No, sorry I meant your name.” you clarified, trying to be polite and remember social etiquette by reciprocating questions.

    “Jayce,” he answered, giving you a charming grin he must have given all the ladies.

    “Jayce?” you prodded, feeling more comfortable to pry.

    “Talis.” He took his notebook back once you were done copying bullet points you had missed during the lecture.

    The name sounded familiar, a business partner of your parents and a prominent house in the city.

    “As in ‘House Talis?’” you questioned with raised brows.

    He confirmed it with no shame or hesitation the way you would when mentioning your own prominent family. He asked for your family name which in turn gave him raised eyebrows when he made the connection as well. It was a given that two industrial families would work together at some point in their long line of work for such a large city.

    “I’m guessing transportation and machinery isn’t where you wanted to end up?” he asked in reference to your crunched nose when you had answered him about your family.

    “Long story, let's just say I’m trying to accept it,” you watched the professor step back into the lecture hall, straightening his robe as he walked across the stage.

    “I understand the pressure,” Jayce nodded, noting the blush on your cheeks when the conversation had reached a natural standstill.

    You both continued taking notes when the lecture resumed. Making comments here and there about the topic and the class as a whole.

    The room finally began to cool. Living in a city by the ocean had its benefits when the buildings blocked the sun early on, letting the heat dissipate to a reasonable temperature before the height of the summer.

    Towards the end of class, the professor allotted time for questions and answers before dismissal. Since you were never one to raise your hand in class, you decided to pack your things early and return to your daydreams, but this time you had a distraction at your side.

    Jayce noticed you were eager to leave and packed his things as well to chat with you quietly.

    “What’re you doing after this?” he asked, leaning towards you to whisper in your ear.

    “Getting a drink and maybe straight to bed, I’m beat. This week was brutal,” you chuckled when you remembered how hectic the assignments had been.

    “Could I take you out?” his voice was low against your skin and it made your spine shiver with anticipation.

    You leaned back from him as you nodded to accept his proposal, giving him a ridiculous grin at the thought of having the first date in a while. It made you nervous remembering Caston and how charming he had seemed in the beginning, but something about Jayce was different. There was less build up, less peacocking in his socialization.

    Every student that raised their hand to ask a question began to irritate you when you started to feel impatient. Being calm on the inside was never something you specialized in. From Jayce’s perspective you must have seemed so composed so it didn’t matter. Eventually class was dismissed, the sun had set completely and the lamps had been lit in the courtyard and on the streets to welcome the nightlife of the yawning dusk.

    Jayce walked at your side, he towered over you, keeping in time with your shorter strides instead of having you keep up with whatever his casual pace might have been. He turned out to be quite the gentleman as you both left the academy district together to find a lounge to start the evening.

    “We don’t have to do anything fancy,” you insisted after passing your regular city café.

    “Right, but I thought you had more than coffee in mind,” he grinned, placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you past the corner of the block.

    He was right, after all the stress you were under, a stronger drink wouldn’t hurt. With Viktor you would both avoid going out to get drunk since it was poor for his health, but since you were without him you thought it was a good idea. Letting Jayce lead you through large metal framed doors that led to an extravagantly decorated hotel lobby. When you gave him a confused face, questioning his idea of a drink, he assured you there was more to see. There was a wide entrance off to the side of the lobby that opened up to an equally extravagant cocktail lounge.

    You had never been there before since you never had a reason to visit a hotel in the city you lived in besides your first week in the academy district.

    Jayce gestured for you to take a seat at the bar with him after turning in your school bags with an attendant, waiting for you to be seated before joining you.

    “This place is nice,” you smiled, taking in the sights and listening to the piano play from the center of the room.

    “Right? I never see many other students here except the week after exams,” he followed your eyes, paying attention to what caught their fancy.

    Jayce wanted to entertain you, the dark circles under your eyes told him the story of many sleepless nights and if he could make one evening interesting, it was worth leaving his own comfort zone. You hadn’t expressed an interest in his family prowess the same way most others had, instead he felt a kindred understanding of wanting to be part of a family name, but still be an individual with personal ambitions.

    He ordered two drinks, his was clear and yours was darkened over ice. It was sweeter than what you were used to stealing from your parents' private supply as a younger girl. Anything you had tried as an adult was in the realm of wines ranging from all kinds of prices.

    “What is this?” you asked, having waited for a natural pause in conversation since you missed what he asked the bartender when he had ordered. “And no, I don’t usually drink so I don’t know much,” you sassed him when he looked at you in surprise.

    “Well it's ‘dark and stormy’,” he teased you with his perfect smile, offering you his glass by sliding it towards you.

    “Dark and stormy, just like my life,” you joked, receiving a pity laugh from Jayce for the nauseatingly bad joke, before taking a tiny sip from his glass and tasting the subtle bitter liquid. Your nose scrunched at the flavor, letting a quiet laugh out as you slid the glass back towards him.

    Settling into conversation, you discussed school briefly before he began asking you questions about your life before the academy. He listened intently when you described how life had been for you being raised on the outskirts of Piltover. The life of your family and the rules of being allowed to belong with meeting conditions of success surprised him.

    “So either way you need to find some way to survive,” he watched your eyes glaze over while telling your story, the heaviness of your chin on your palm was evident in the way your cheek scrunched against your fingertips.

    You nodded, waving your opposite hand in the air dismissively when he had reached towards it in the vein of comfort.

    Once your drinks were gone and a couple hours of conversation passed by, you had both grown more at ease. Allowing him into your personal space when he leaned towards you, making scientific theories sound scandalous the way he discussed it with you so closely that you could feel his breath tingle against your neck. Occasionally you would feel his hand touch your side gently when he would wrap a slack arm around you.

    Testing the waters with Jayce, letting yourself place him in your daydream from class, you touched his thigh casually when you had both laughed about something inconsequential about your professor.

    The tension was palpable between the two of you when neither of you mentioned his hand on your waist or your fingers grazing his inner thigh as you were both tucked away at the bar where no one else could see your wandering hands. You both continued talking, letting the lingering touch speak for itself silently between the audible words that passed through the air.

    It was still early in the evening for the beginning of the weekend and you hated how tired you were beginning to feel. You weren’t even buzzed. Despite how sober you still felt, you let him kiss you so gently. Apprehensively letting it linger with heavy eyelids. They stayed closed when he pulled away, a smile left in the wake of his kiss. His thumb gently ghosted against the scar on your lip, wondering what was the story behind it.

    “We should go,” he whispered, humming a laugh through his nose when your only response was a dazed nod as your eyes lazily opened. “Would you want to, um…?” he tilted his head and held your arm, stroking his thumb over your bare wrist as a hint.

    “Definitely,” you answered right away, catching on to what Jayce had in mind since it had been on the forefront of your own mind for days. Just as you had been open to the idea the day you arrived at the academy, you were desperate for relief.

    He took your hand, collecting your school bags at the door before heading back into the lobby. You stopped him from walking up to the desk attendant.

    “I thought you’d want a room,” his face was flushed, “I’m sorry if I misunderstood,” he nervously held up his hands in defense.

    “No no you didn’t,” you assured him, “we just don’t need a hotel room, that’s all.”

    He followed you out into the quiet street.

    “Want to come back to my room?” he offered when you were closer to the academy district where your dorm was deeper past the patron owned laboratories and apartments.

    “Um, mine is fine,” you felt safer knowing your neighbors had your back last time something went wrong in your dorm. Jayce felt safe, but you never knew when it came to strangers even if the evening had gone so well up until that moment with his fingers laced through yours.

    Jayce followed you through the walkways between the towering academy buildings until you reached the dorms. You hoped you wouldn’t run into Viktor as you both crossed the first lobby and into the privacy of the elevator where Jayce pulled you close. His chest hummed as he kissed you again, holding your body up towards him with strong arms. Making you giggle when he dusted your sensitive neck with his lips.

    The hallway was clear of people, even opening your own door made you nervous thinking you would find Viktor reading at your desk, but it was empty. It was one of those rare weeks that you had managed to spend most of your time in your room since Viktor was so busy.

    Jayce stepped in behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind and kissing the side of your face when your bags landed with a thud by the door.

    You lazily flicked the switch on your desk, clicking the light off since you always left it on as a bad habit. It made you feel more comfortable with just the dim light of the window giving the room a moonlit glow compared to the harsh hot light of the desk lamp.

    His confident hands worked away at the buttons of your uniform shirt, eagerly pulling away at your clothes before you turned around on your heels to do the same for him. Even in the dark room you could make out how fit his body looked when his chest was exposed. It made your heart race with excitement.

    The bed creaked beneath your weight which you happily ignored, feeling his hands trace the lines of your body and his lips as they kissed your inner thigh. You let him press his tongue into your entrance, tasting you with a groan. His hips ground into the sheets with need when you came after he had taken his time eliciting desperate reactions from you with his fingers and lips.

    “Do you have-?” he started to ask, but was cut off when you pointed to your nightstand as you panted. He leaned over you and searched your drawer, you felt him rub against your trembling leg. His fingers twitched as he tore the condom wrapper open when he felt you take him into your hand.

    A moan bubbled from your chest, arching your back and raising your legs when he pressed into you gently. The stretch he gave made your eyes roll back with pleasure and you held onto that initial feeling when he sweetly kissed you, breathing in every sigh and moan that escaped you.

******

Viktor was filling empty spots on his shelves with books that had been abandoned at various places around his room by the both of you. Letting you use his room whenever you wanted was better than living completely alone, so a little extra clutter was of no concern to him. Absentmindedly placing your clothes into his hamper felt routine, natural for him to do for you even when you insisted you could do it yourself.

    Cleaning his dorm was brought on by a much needed break from his latest school project that had his mind in knots just trying to finish it on time. The work was practically done, otherwise he could not fathom taking a real break.

    After an hour of rearranging and reading through notes to organize them properly, he found a small stack of books that were yours. He remembered they were ones you had been looking for frantically the day before and they ended up being kicked under his desk behind other piles of books.

    He missed you, wondering what you must have been up to since you gave him space to work for so long instead of poking in to visit. Looking for an excuse to see you was hard, but there were the books on his desk, egging him on.

    Without much internal debate he was out the door with the books in hand and headed to your dorm just as he had many times before.

    When he reached your door, instead of knocking he paused at the sound of your laughter. Assuming you heard something on your radio that tickled you, he raised a knuckle to knock, but froze when the muffled voice of a man he didn’t recognize moaned your name. That could not have been from the radio. His heart rattled in his chest, making his stomach turn and knot up with an old familiar jealous feeling.

    Not wanting to hear anymore as it was an invasion of your privacy he went to the common room on your floor. His body trembled, the shaking in his leg was persistent and painful when his imagination raced with images of you with another man. You sounded safe, not in any form of danger he would have to intervene on. If anything, this was a good thing for you and he tried to respect that despite the ache in his chest.

    Many other male students passed through the hall since Viktor sat in the lounge. He imagined which one the man could be, but eventually lost count since students were constantly going out due to it being the first night of the weekend.

    He anxiously waited, hoping you would just walk down the hallway yourself and happen upon him sitting there reading instead of hoping one of the men passing him was the man that had been in your room.

    The wait felt like hours since he didn’t pay the time on the clock any mind.

******

You groaned out Jayce’s name against his thrusts, telling him how good he felt when he hooked his arms under your legs, squeezing your thighs. The sight of you in the dark made him swoon, from the bounce of your breasts with his thrusts, to the pose of your arms above your head and your hand bracing yourself against the wall. He watched your face relax with pleasure as your toes curled over his shoulders when your stomach tightened.

    When he started slapping against you harder and more audibly you knew he was close. The slick wet sounds of him sliding in and out of you filled the room with your moans until he pressed into you roughly one last time. Panting chuckles from you both followed when he slouched over you to give you another kiss after he pulled out. Your spine shivered from the sensation. He removed the condom, tossing it into the tiny trash bin off the side of the bed and rejoined you in the sheets, feeling him completely melt into your side.

    You laid there, comfortably for a long while, enjoying the rise and fall of his body with his deep breaths when he fell asleep before you.

    Sleep dared your eyes to finally rest when a gentle knock came from your door which you had forgotten to lock. All traces of tiredness left your body when you realized Viktor was the only person who would come to your door and you both had grown used to letting yourselves in on occasion. You ignored the confused and concerned face Jayce gave you when you launched up from the mattress, pushing him off of you to grab your robe from the foot of the bed.

    “y/n?” he whispered, propping himself up on an elbow.

    You shushed him and asked him to not say anything in a barely audible whisper. When another hint of a knock came from the door you panicked and rushed over to Jayce, throwing the blanket over him and telling him to stay put. You cracked the door, light from the hallway made your eyes hurt, and poked your head out.

    Viktor looked down at you in your disheveled robe, noting how messy your hair looked. A few of your books were tucked under his arm as he leaned on his cane. It was strange to him that you kept the doorway so narrow when you had always either let him in or let the door swing wide open. It confirmed his suspicions.

    “Were you sleeping?” he asked to feign ignorance, handing you your books which you took with one hand awkwardly and placed them on the desk just past the doorway.

    “Uh yes, sorry I took so long to answer the door,” you lied, knowing full well he would most likely see right through you.

    “Are you alright?” he felt your forehead with the back of his hand, “your cheeks are flushed.”

    You waved your hand in the air dismissively, there was no way he didn’t have some clue. It made you anxious thinking about him finding a stranger in your bed and you wished he wasn’t so observant. Despite the visible factors, he most likely could smell the sex in the air if he tried hard enough despite how tightly you held onto the doorknob.

    “I’m alright, just tired,” you tried to laugh despite his furrowed brows, “I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

    Viktor nodded, letting his cool fingers caress the hot skin of your cheek before dropping his hand altogether with one quick glance into the darkness of your room as he began to turn away.

    “Please take care, y/n,” he let you rub his arm when you tried to reassure him as his mind finished putting the pieces together in opposition to his denial. “Goodnight.”

    “Goodnight,” you responded, your voice low with the tightness in your chest. The door clicked shut when you pushed it closed.

    Watching him walk off filled you with unwarranted guilt. You weren’t dating Viktor, so you couldn’t figure why it felt as if you had just been caught cheating despite your feelings. He had never outwardly expressed his own feelings towards you and after years of maintaining unspoken boundaries you had been desperate for affection beyond a tender touch here and there.

    “Is everything alright?” Jayce asked, pulling the blanket off of him and holding it open so you could rejoin him.

    “Yeah my friend was returning my books,” you explained, “I guess I look like a hot mess.”

    “So why did I need to hide?” he tucked into your side, kissing your neck when you settled into the bed.

    “I don’t know. Hook-ups aren’t something I really want broadcasted,” you lightly scratched your nails across his back.

    “This was your first time,” Jayce guessed.

    You hummed a mhm in response, feeling him give your body a squeeze.

    With the door locked this time, you felt safe enough to start to fall asleep with Jayce. You knew he wasn’t going to leave for the night and the thought of getting to wake up to him as well comforted you. The idea of waking up alone after the night you had was enough to make you cry in your delirium.

    You heard him say something about meeting up with you again if you wanted, which you gave a yawning agreement. His tender touches finally lulling you to sleep.

******

When morning came, Jayce woke you gently. Caressing your cheek when your eyes squinted up at him. Greeting each other with a kiss, he offered to take you out to breakfast which you gladly accepted. You snuck him out of your dorm, keeping an eye out for Viktor as you went to a campus café that was further from the one you usually visited.

    You knew you would never find a sweeter guy to have a one night stand with so you savored every last moment with him. Pretending you were a couple when he laced his fingers with yours or held your thigh from under the table.

    “I’ve got class in a bit,” Jayce groaned, “still need to stop by my apartment too.”

    “Don’t be late on my account,” you chuckled, sipping your iced tea.

    “I’d love to see you again some time,” Jayce leaned in and kissed your cheek.

    Nodding your head instead of making any real promises now that you were thinking clearly, you watched him leave. He waved at you from over his shoulder with a grin.

    You told yourself you would never meet up with him again.

[dies-mercurii]

my jayce playlist has officially hit 50+ songs.... might as well ramble about my favorites and their lyrics!

♡ — ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʀʏɴx

You used all your words for a quick game Blew it all before you won I speak in cursive, I'm poignant, assertive There's musical chairs in my teeth Poke me to battle, I'll jump on the saddle I'll smile as you fall to your feet

How stupid, selfish baby Don't you battle with my larynx tonight I'll wreck you if you chase me But I'll be silent 'til you cross the line The line, the line Don't you battle with my larynx tonight So crude and selfish baby Don't you battle with my larynx tonight

nevermind how fucking good PORTALS is as an album. the whole song taken as having a sharp and cruel tongue that needs to be tamed is such a vibe for my take on jayce.

♡ — ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ

Call me fighter, I'll mop the floor with you Call me lover, I'll take you for a drink or two You'll get older, and maybe then you'll feel some control

Roller skate into my view Hold my gaze tonight Hold my baby, I love you See you smile so bright If you truly love me Why'd you train me to fight? If it wasn't in my blood Why do you seem right?

im a sucker for jack stauber's weird music style, no doubt about it. but fighter hits so hard (for a loser that loves jayvik), because isn't it inherently tragic that jayce's enemy is the only friend he ever made? a scientist before a hero, an engineer before a warrior, jayce was never made to fight. someone had to teach him.

♡ — ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ (ʟɪᴍᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ)

Does it feel like you've been dancing with yourself? After faring an ocean to an isle of delight Overindulge in an envious revel Confections that spoil over time Once the honeymoon phase is over Maybe our heads will be clear 'Cause love is a water eroded by stone A force as eccentric as yesterday

So what, I'm fucking jealous; why're you so surprised That the one to run their mouth felt deserving of the pride? I've kept my mouth shut for so many fucking years Keeping to myself and masking out of this fear I don't know where to begin Been dancing with my nightmares again Feels like you've wanted to run, run away So I'll cherish another heart

Well that's just the cost of limerance It all feels so perfect for a while I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything But crying's easier in secret, baby I've been flying a kite Learning how to love life once more To know the catharsis of loving again Reminds us of how much we bled

this one isn't directly linked to my main playlist, but its something i listen to often when writing jayce. considering that a main focus of jayce's league canon is that he desires to be a better person and treat others well despite his instinct to put them down due to his own (self-professed) superiority, there's an inherent struggle in going against his nature to BE that better person. not to mention, after viktor's expulsion from the university and back down to zaun, it notably hit jayce very hard, to the point that he became incredibly reclusive and refused to work with others at all. the lyric "learning how to love life once more" just hits incredibly hard. a big part of jayce's arc is to learn how to love people, not just exist alongside them begrudgingly. it's about becoming a decent person and doing right.

♡ — ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

How long do I have to wait 'Til my lonely days are over? My heart is on the train A bag without an owner

I put myself to bed just halfway through the party I love all my friends but I hate when their eyes are on me I miss being friends with you, but what can I do? What can I do but leave you alone? Here's to you and me And the crumbling infrastructure no one else can see The end result of my own reckless impulsivity Could you spare a sec to talk to me?

But what is left to say? Now we see each other plain Why do you pretend You don't know who's to blame?

"a quick fix" says this more plainly about jayce than i ever could.

Jayce had seen this kind of reaction before. Most everyone he met had heard the stories of his legendary hammer and his unyielding heroism. They expected grandeur. They expected humility. They expected him to not be a massive jerk. Jayce inevitably disappointed them.

there's an idea of jayce that people have, someone heroic and nice and humble, but jayce just isn't that person. at his heart, he's just kind of a cunt. he's stand-offish and reclusive and while it's clear he does care about the well-being of others, he prefers it be done at a distance. away from him, so he can keep being left alone. so, as someone who cares FAR too much about his characterization, its another note i like to take advantage of for how i write him. jayce cares about people. jayce isn't really a bad person. he's kindly in the sense that he'd help you, but mean in the sense that'd he'd probably call you an idiot for getting in that mess in the first place. he's not a grand superhero, he's just a guy. one of my favorite things to write, is jayce just figuring out how to be that guy amongst others, and learning to be happy alongside them.

[mckenziegracealovestory]

Solo

Security Corp

Flashback

Case

Part Three

Granny and Daddy did talk; she told him I was good at my job. Let me handle it the way l need to. He has never been undercover like l have. Daddy’s first time, he was watching me get my target. I sat there watching Xavier Sevalk racing on the track. Brody is on the other side, just in case l need him. I walked down to the pit with a smirk as l winked at Xavier Sevalk. I caught his attention, and I made sure of it. Then l make sure that l caught his manager’s attention also. I heard it on my earpiece. “McKenzie Grace, you got his attention now” I turn around, and Xavier Sevalk is standing there watching me, moving my hips. Now, will he try to find me? Brody went to do his job, contacting Xavier Sevalk’s manager very quickly so we don’t blow the case.

“Hello, Daniel; I’m Brody Rossi Ward. I’m with Security Corp. We got a call from NASCAR to protect your boss.” He shook his right hand very firmly. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, and I thought l was meeting McKenzie Rossi.” Brody chuckles. “You did; she is having your boss's attention now” Brody turned around, watching me flirt with Xavier Sevalk for a minute. Brody leans over the car, watching James as Daniel gets Xavier Sevalk's attention again, “Boss,” Xavier Sevalk turns around, facing him as l disappears. I got into Daddy’s truck. “Good girl, l think you got his attention; Brody is going to be in the pit crew to watch Xavier Sevalk” I nod at him l get a call from my music manager. “McKenzie, you won't believe it. Your song Ghost Story is number one,” Daddy squeezes my hand; I couldn't believe it; it was playing on the radio in Daddy’s Ford 150. I heard the music playing in the pit l heard someone singing my song. I heard someone saying that they would love to meet me. Brody said to Daniel, “I know her manager; here is her number” Granny is my manager. Granny got a call from NASCAR requesting me to sing, and she called Daddy to confirm what to say to NASCAR. “Mama, you are going to ask about the dates, and you will have to tell them you need to talk to McKenzie about it.” I took a deep breath listening to Daddy and Granny as l saw Brody coming to us; he leaned against the driver’s side so no one would see me. Daddy makes sure his windows are dark. Brody said very calmly, “McKenzie, you got his attention” I smirked. Daddy looked at me. “McKenzie keeps getting his attention, and Brody, keep your cover until we can get McKenzie to protect Xavier Sevalk,” Granny called me. “We will chat when getting home” Granny knew that Daddy hated me singing in front of people.

We took off back to the beach house. I walked in l saw that Ashley Lynn and Angel Savannah were taking a nap on the sofa with Pete; both girls were cuddling with him l grab a blanket and covered them. Pete opens his eyes and whispers to me. “How do l get out of this” I helped him to get up from the girls, and l covered them. Ashley Lynn whispers to me. “Te Amo, Mama,” I brushed her hair out of her face. I softly whisper to her. “Te Amo Ashley Lynn, sleep, sweet girl” She cuddled with the bunny she had gotten from Jayce. I step away from her walking toward the kitchen; Granny hands me a glass of wine; I kiss Granny on the left cheek like she wants; I sit next to Jasmine. She places her left hand on my right hand. She keeps my schedule straight for me, telling me where l need to be since l recorded “Ghost Story, Carrie Underwood” Pete is on the phone with a client, and Mason is outside having a beer with Trooper and Cooper. “NASCAR called you will be the opener” I looked at Granny and then at Jasmine. They will pay you very well” l nodded at them. “What kind of stage?” Granny takes a seat. “That's up to you if you want your fans close or not” Pete is standing there listening to what's going on with the little concert that I'm going to do, but everyone knows that it’s going be anything but minor. “Why don't we donate the money towards the girl's foundation Veterans and Active Duty Military and invite them to be close to the stage and the day at NASCAR” Granny is writing it down so is Jasmine. The girls can introduce me on stage because of their foundation.”

Granny and Jasmine are nodding l get a call about an inquiry about Security Corp, I get up to excuse myself and put on my sunglasses, explaining that anyone working for Security Corp is military or police, but we stick with the military because Daddy opens the company for that reason behind it. I had the notepad with me as l was writing. Daddy is quietly standing behind me, listening to my questions about the situation. Daddy grabs his pen, writing that Dalton, Greyson, and Jayce Alexander are on a mission, and there will be a shift in who will be with me for the case I'm on about Security Corp. Also, he assigned Brody, Cooper, and Mason with me, who can take the case l wrote who is available, and he agreed with me. I felt that Daddy was going to catch up with my cousins and ex.

[cheeriecherrymain]

Basically Zero {Viktor x Reader}

Pairing: Viktor x Reader Warnings: a couple of swears Rating: T Fandom: Arcane Proofread: heck no Genre: Fluff

Summary: Viktor is snowballing, and unable to figure out why you love him. You try your best to help him.

He’s been distant with you lately, spending longer days and longer nights tucked away in the lab. In the past, you might have chalked it up to a higher work load; pressure from sponsors to squeeze out more and more new technology. But you hadn’t had more work dumped on you - more papers to sort, more notes to copy and make legible - and you’d seen Jayce on multiple occasions on your days off.

Viktor was a workaholic: you knew this when you confessed your feelings to him, you knew this when you started dating, you knew this when you agreed to marry him. It wasn’t something about him you ever sought to change - though you did try to encourage healthier habits when it came to caring for himself - nor did you want to change him. You loved him as he was - his mind, his heart, and his body.

But he’d always made time for you. Dates and entire days off were rare, but he’d still always found a moment to spend just the two of you: whether it be a quick lunch in the lab, pillowtalk as you were both falling asleep, or quiet conversation while you studied. 

Which is why you don’t understand his sudden coolness towards you.

You wrack your brain trying to figure out if you’d done something to upset him, but you’re unable to come to a revelation. Hell, even if you had done something, Viktor wasn’t the kind of person to give you the silent treatment - he cared about you too much to shut you out and punish you for a mistake. 

You know something is bothering him, whether it’s to do with you or not, and as much as you want to let him work through his emotions in a way that suits him, you hate to see him running himself into the ground in the process.

You miss him.

—

“Viktor?” you ask the following afternoon, when Jayce heads out for lunch with Mel and leaves you and your boyfriend to work in silence.

He hums in response, an indicator that he’s only sort of listening, but you continue anyways, “Are you alright?” You try to keep your tone neutral and non-confrontational, but still imply your concern; a vain effort on your part, as he hums again and mumbles something along the lines of ‘yes, everything is fine’.

You sigh quietly, and scoot your chair closer to him. “Are you sure?” you ask again, softer this time. “Because…well, our work is kind of slow right now. If I’m being honest, I’m twiddling my thumbs a bit this week, and I’m pretty much done all of my duties- that’s not to say that I have as much work as you guys do, but Jayce is out for lunch with Mel and-”

You pause for a moment, fully aware of the fact that you’re rambling. “What I mean is…you’ve barely been home. I see you in the day, yeah, but we’re working. I’ve slept alone for two weeks, and we haven’t had lunch together…we’ve barely even had a conversation.”

He doesn’t look at you, choosing to stay focused on the strange little trinket in his hands, and your heart sinks.

You don’t know why your emotions overtake you, especially since you’d started your inquiry off so strong, but they do; in a fraction of a second, your throat tightens and tears sting your eyes, burning thin trails down your cheeks.

“If I’ve done something, please just tell me, instead of shutting me out.”

His tinkering movements cease all at once, and he finally, finally looks at you. His surprise quickly falls away into guilt when he sees you barely holding yourself together, and he sets his little project down in lieu of gesturing you closer.

“You haven’t done anything, my love,” he tells you, wrapping his arms around you when you scoot closer. You sniffle pathetically, and he squeezes you a little tighter. “I’ve…just been busy…”

“With what?” you ask. “What could possibly be taking only your time, and not mine or Jayce’s? I just…” you lean heavier against him. “I just want you to talk to me. Tell me if you’re going to be busy…or if you’re using business as an excuse to avoid something-”

“I’m not avoiding anything-”

“Really? Because usually when you’re just busy, I don’t have to fight so hard for a simple conversation.”

Both of you are quiet for several moments, and with your ear against his chest, you can hear the way his heart quickens at your accusation. You wonder if you’ve overstepped, pushed too far or looked to deeply at crumbs that aren’t there…until something warm hits your cheek.

You frown in concern, trying to wiggle away to get a good look at your boyfriend’s face, but he holds you fast where you are.

“Vik?”

“It’s fine-”

“You’re crying, Viktor,” you gently chastise. “Clearly, it’s not okay. Talk to me.”

It takes him a couple seconds to compose himself, but no amount of time could prepare you for the question he has.

“Why do you love me?” he asks, his voice shaky and bordering on hopeless. “I’ve thought about it for so long now, and…I cannot find an answer. Every quality I can see in myself can be replicated in someone better - someone who can go on long walks with you, and take you on dates, and spoil you every night like you deserve to be, and…you’ve still ended up with me.”

Every word he speaks, the deeper your heart aches for him. How unkind the world has been to him, to give him such a harrowing perspective on himself - and how wholly you brim with rage. You squirm in his grasp, and pull away. 

His face falls, and you know he thinks he’s finally managed to push you over the edge - spent too many late nights away from you, dumped too many of his emotions on you, made himself into too much of a burden. And when you pull your engagement ring off your finger, you can see it in his eyes; the resolute acceptance that he’s finally lost your love.

“Do you see this ring?” you ask him, holding it close to his face. He watches you warily, as you slide it back onto your finger. “Did you know that you beat me to the punch when you asked me to marry you?”

His expression morphs into something you’ve come to describe as ‘cautiously confused’, and he shakes his head.

“Well…you did. Two days before I was going to ask you to marry me, you managed to get yourself onto one knee and toss a wrench in my plans.” You laugh wetly to yourself, wiping your sleeve across your face.

“I had a ring made, and I wrote a whole speech - it took me weeks to figure out, you know. I used math and probability and- and you know how terrible I am with that sort of thing. I can copy notes faster than anyone in Piltover, but numbers? No. I’m not good at numbers. But I wanted to do something for you that was special and corny because I love you.”

Tentatively, he takes one of your hands, and you’re quick to interlock your fingers with his. “You could have asked Jayce for help, no?”

“No!” you retort, “I couldn’t. Because I wanted it to be from me. My numbers, my math, my gift to you. Because you’re worth the trouble it caused me. You’re worth the headache, and the thirty seven pages I ended up using just to figure out the formula, and- you-”

You start sniffling again in earnest, and Viktor strokes his thumb over the back of your hand.

“May I…inquire the question you were going to such lengths to answer?” he asks, and with your free hand, you swiftly reach into the pocket of your trousers to pull out a slightly-worn, folded sheet of paper.

“The question,” you say, handing it to him, “was how likely it is that you and I exist at the same time, in the same place, and have interests that correlate so closely as to give us an opportunity to start talking.”

He takes the little square from you, and carefully unfolds it. You watch as his eyes trace over the various numbers and sets that you’d scribbled down, expanded formulas and graphite smears where you’d erased incorrect conclusions.

“The chance that you or I would ever exist is…uh…one in…in…the number ten, followed by two point seven million zeroes. And the fact that both of us have those odds to exist, and we exist together? Viktor, that’s a number so small it’s basically zero.”

You can see his eyes getting misty again as he reads over your sloppy math, and you squeeze his hand that’s still holding yours. “And despite those odds, I still got to meet you, and fall in love with you, and have you love me in return. Do you…do you realize how close to a miracle that is?”

He sets the paper down on the desk beside him, and reaches out for your other hand. You give it to him without question, and he immediately brings your knuckles up to his lips to lay a warm kiss upon them.

“I still do not understand why you’ve chosen me,” he mumbles, and when you open your mouth to argue, he continues, “But I will not question such a gift again.”

You gently take his face in your hands, and pull him closer to kiss him in earnest, soft and comforting.

“We can work on the rest,” you promise him. “We can fight against whatever forces make you question my love for you - be it your expectations, or the expectations of others, or…hell, even that shitty librarian who always gives us dirty looks. I’ll punch her, Viktor. I’ll punch her if it means you’ll feel better.”

He lets out an amused snicker, and you both devolve into quiet laughter, falling easily into each other’s arms once again.

And then, when you’re finally comfortable and relaxed at his side, he mumbles, “You really should have had Jayce check your math, though. I can barely read these numbers.”

[honeydazai]

Arcane characters when you're on your period

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Caitlyn, Mel

requested?: yes & yes! | reblogs appreciated!

While VIKTOR doesn't have much experience in dealing with periods, he adjusts rather easily. Still, he can't help but grimace in sympathy when he notices just how much pain you're in. He's not overly hysterical (unlike a certain partner of his), but he still hates seeing you hurt.

If your blood ever stains the bed overnight, you don't have to worry about it — Viktor simply tells you to go take a nice bath while he changes the sheets. In case you ever admit to being embarrassed about your period, he simply scoffs; it's nothing but biology. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Because of that, he doesn't mind stashing some hygiene articles for you in the lab.

He does, however, occasionally get overwhelmed by some of your emotional outbursts. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't mind them particularly much, but he's not helpful per se. His arguments stem from logic, which is why he's not overly empathic at first — though he quickly realises his mistake when you only cry more at his words. He hurries to press a kiss to your forehead and, well, cuddling heals most wounds, doesn't it?

“Don't overexert yourself, dear. You've just lost a lot of blood. Here, let me help. I don't want you fainting on the way to the bathroom. Hm? Why are you laughing? Ah. Well, if you continue to be this unstable on your legs, I might have to get you a cane of your own.”

Let's be honest, JAYCE isn't very educated about periods. He tries to listen to you when you explain them to him, he really does, but all he remembers of that theoretical knowledge right now is that you're hurting and he's stressed out because of how you're not even able to stand up without immediately doubling over again.

Whenever you get dizzy from blood loss and look like you're about to faint, Jayce is at your side immediately. He offers — insists, really — to carry you absolutely everywhere. If there's ever a bloodstain on the back of your trousers or skirt, he immediately gives you his jacket. It's way too big for you to properly tie it around your waist, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

Also, he's great at supporting you emotionally. Whether you simply want to complain to him about something and need him to just listen, or if you want actual logical advice from him — he's absolutely willing to do either.

“Woah, babe, you're looking a little weak right now. Be careful, alright? On second thought, I'll just carry you. I know we're almost at the lab already, but I don't want to take any risks, princess. Alright?”

Since you're important to him, SILCO is as patient as he's able to be with you. He can deal with your mood swings whenever you're on your period, but seeing you in this much pain is stressful to him, which is why your period doesn't only affect your mood, but also his. He's good at sensing when you need some alone time and when you want his company, and, even though this kind of behaviour is rather weird for him, he shushes you with soothing words whenever pain overwhelms you.

He never really had many women around him, which is why he's fairly new to the whole topic. Given how he refuses to ask Jinx, his next person to go to when he's at a loss is Sevika, and even though she's not very keen on talking about periods, she doesn't really have a choice but to answer his questions.

“There you go, dear. Just try and relax a little, will you? After Sevika heard you suffer this much, she recommended regular painkillers or hot water to relax your muscles. Which one would you prefer? Whatever you need, I'll get it arranged.”

VANDER is honestly at a loss of what to do when you end up throwing up or crying because of your cramps. He tries to help you through cuddling, and while the warmth radiating off his body is helpful and actually comfortable, it's not enough to work as a substitute painkiller.

What he's pretty good at, however, is massages. When he had first proposed the thought that, maybe, massaging would help your cramps, you had been sceptical, but now you can barely imagine going through your period without big palms kneading at your sore back or gently pressing down on your cramping abdomen. At the same time, he's murmuring encouraging words into your ear, his voice low and surprisingly soothing.

“That feel good, darl? Nothin' a good old massage can't fix. Can't believe you even have to deal with back pains when your stomach's already hurting — sounds horrible, really. Just tell me when you need anythin', alright?”

VI isn't usually one for careful planning, but she does keep track of when your period's supposed to come. Therefore when you, one morning, writhe in bed, sobbing because of your pain, she's prepared. Whatever you could possibly want or need, it's already there — whether it's chocolate or salty snacks, heating pads, toiletries and more.

She's definitely a cuddler; her arms are wrapped around you as she holds you close, her hands on your stomach or hips, and you can't deny that this is pretty comfortable, despite the spikes of pain in your abdomen.

“Darl, you alright there? Ah, I get it. Having a rough time, are you? Sucks. Here, come on, babe, I've got some snacks and heating pads that'll make you feel better, I'm sure. There, there. It'll be fine.”

JINX has never struggled a lot with periods, which is why she can't help but be confused when she notices in how much pain you seem to be. The second you start crying, she frowns at you, though she quickly tries to cheer you up through some adorable doodles or jokes — to no avail, of course.

She's not used to having to take care of people, especially not when they're in pain and sobbing on her bed, but she definitely tries her best for you. Jinx eventually finds some painkillers to give you and offers to distract you with some of her new inventions. Meanwhile, you're both snacking on whatever she took from The Last Drop's bar that day, and while she's not good at giving you space when you need it, she makes up for it by cleaning all blood that accidentally leaks through your pajamas off the bed.

“Damn, sugar, are you sure you're alright? Like, that's not normal, I think. Wait—, here, I got us some of these pralines Silco got from a potential business partner, wanna try one? Oh, and I can go 'n look for some painkillers. Well, or some Shimmer if you'd prefer— no? Alright, alright. Painkillers it is.”

EKKO is simply overwhelmed by how much pain you go through every month. Right now, you're on the bed, curled up in a fetal position with your hands clutching at your own stomach and sobbing and, fuck, he genuinely has no idea how to help you.

Despite being a little helpless, he still does his best to somehow alleviate some of your pain — whether that's by painkillers, heating pads or cuddling is for you to decide. Since he has no knowledge on the topic, Ekko doesn't bother to think of any advice; he'll simply do whatever you tell him to. You're the knowledgeable one on this topic, after all.

“Fuck, babe, I can't believe that hurts that much. And every month? Really? Damn. Anyway, just tell me what you need, alright? I'll get everything for you, promise. You won't need to move a muscle.”

CAITLYN just immediately does her best to make sure you feel at least slightly better. She cares a lot for you and it shows — honestly, whatever you need, she'll get it for you. You never have to find yourself at a loss of snacks or heating pads, because Caitlyn makes sure you're being properly pampered by her.

She presses her lips to your forehead every time she gets up to get you a refilled hot water bottle for your stomach and caresses your hips with her hands when she lays back down, spooning you — she's not sure if cuddling is actually helpful to you, but, whenever she's in your situation, she definitely appreciates some loving physical contact.

“Here, love, I just got these painkillers for you. They're supposed to be really strong, so one will probably enough for now. Maybe try and nap a little until they kick in?”

One of the many advantages of having MEL, a wealthy Councillor, as your girlfriend, is the fact that she's got a huge bathtub in her private chambers. Since hot water relaxes your muscles and eases cramps by a lot, it's no surprise you spend most of your time during your period in there.

She doesn't hesitate to get you some good painkillers either — anything to make you feel better, right? If both those things don't work, Mel hires a professional who's supposed to show you exercises that lessen the pain, and, well, if that proves to be futile, she simply tries to take your minds off of the cramps through cuddles.

“Hey, babe, how are you doing? Feeling a little better already? Ah, I'm glad to hear that. You're certainly suffering a lot every month. Would you say there's some space left in the tub for your favourite girl, hm?”

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[notarabeiia]

Part two, this one is way longer cuz these episodes are just WOAHHH

Episode four: I really hate Jayce I DONT KNOW WHYY HES SO BLEH!! Caitlin is so pretty I love how smooth her hair looks, gotta be honest idk what her beef with her mum is I might have not been listening. Also is powder a badass now?? SHE IS. HER HAIR IS SO LONG. SHES SO PRETTY. OH MY GOD. SHE DESERVED A BILLIAN ARC IDK. SHE CRUSHED THAT DUDES SKULL. vi done gave her ptsd. Also I don’t trust viktor but his design is cute I like his face he’s kind of gay. Also why the fuck is one of the guys Australian, that feels wrong. Ooo Powder goes by Jinx now, love her for owning that title. She’s soo cute I can’t she moves so fluid. Also Mel!! I haven’t mentioned how pretty she is!!! Her design is incredible. She legit looks angelic, the gold against her hair and skin is so nice. Oh ok so jinx is legit insane now… can’t say in surprised. SO MUCH IS GOING ONNN. VI IS IN PRISON. OH MY GOD SHES SO HOT I WANNA LICK THE SWEAT OFF HER I WANT HER TO HIT ME…. Sorry idk what came over me 👀.

Episode five: sone Caitlin lore, love to see it. Shes cute!! Oh my oh my back to Vi… knees are shaking WHO SAID THAT I need her so bad scissor me timbers oh my GAWDDD. also what is this sexual tension… are they gonna fuck 🤔. God I want her to eat me out WHO SAID THAT ugh I wanna tug on that bright pink hair WHO SAID THAT. IM SORRY I CANT STOP IM TWEAKING OUT. oh funeral time… buzz kill much. Who is this red head girl, she looks like baby powder but with orange hair. What is this Australian doing here it’s pissing me off he doesn’t belong here it’s out of place. Jayce is still annoying me btw he’s got baaaad juju. I hope viktor it ok :( I like him. Jinx is such a little freak I love her and her ptsd I hope she gets to be ok one day. VI IS BACK ON SCREEN OH IM WET AAA WHO SAID THAT I also why is Caitlin’s police uniform a dress?? That’s so impractical, I mean I like her legs and all butttttt pants?? OMG VI IS LITERALLY GWEN STACY. WHY IS SHE SPIDER-MAN WHAT WAS THAT JUMP. I like her spikey hair she looks like a bird. Woah viktor said “Arcane” !!that’s the name of the show!! I want Vi to eat me like she’s eating those fish. uh what. Why is bro playing violin. Jinx looks low-key malnourished has anyone checked if she’s eating, she’s a string bean. But I do like how they made her have more realistic teen body, she’s so lanky. “You’re hot cupcake” OHHH IM CUMMING OH MY GOD IM SORRY IM SORRY IM AAAAAAAA SHES SOOOOOO HER AND CAITLIN NEED TO SCISSOR. NOWWWW. Also I swear I’m right abt viktor being gay. The scene cuts between his work and Jayce being a freak with the hottie is telling me things. Whys this fight scene between vi and… that chick turning me on. I need to be sedated. Oh man she got stabbed. YO Caitlin coming in clutchhhh

Watching arcane for the first time; marking my reactions as I go.

(Spoilers obviously)

Episode one: this is so cool, the art style is incredible, Vi is super cool and the one with blue hair is so cute.

Episode two: I don’t like Jayce, don’t know why. This is getting intense, powder is lowkey relatable. I don’t like Mylo, but I like the other boy (dk his name). Vander is cool too, and ekko!! I love ekkos design he’s so cute. So from what I’ve gathered Vi is gonna give herself up for the group.

Episode three: oh my god holy shit this is so fucking intense holy shit. I should have known it was gonna go wrong. OH THANK GOD TBEIR MAKING POWDER STAY HOME. OH MY GOD I JNEW IT WAS A TRAPP! NO POWDER. GO. HOME. PLEASE. HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD. EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG. DONT YELL AT HER PLEASE. SHES JUST A KID. IM FUCKING SOBBING. NO WAY THEY ALL DIED?? PLEASE DONT YELL AT HER SHES JUSY A BABY SJE DIDNT MEAN ITT NOO FUCK NOW SHES GONNA JOIN YHE EVIL SIDE OHH MY GODDD

So… I’m obsessed.

[theprettyarachnid]

dating viktor/jayce in secret

a/n: this probably isnt that good but im writing about my favourite boys because im sad

warnings: suggestive ig

Viktor

🕷 He has a tendency to play favourites but he's subtle about it

🕷 It's not something he purposefully does, it's just kind of automatic for him

🕷 It could be something really small such as making an extra cup of coffee for you and claiming he didn't think to make anyone else one

🕷 Another common one is taking an extra minute to fully explain something to you when you listen to his rambles about hextech and the possibilities of it

🕷 Viktor can be kind of a tease though

🕷 They slowly become less and less subtle throughout the day starting with small touches on your lower back or nipping at your ear when no one is looking

🕷 If he's really in a mood, he makes a comment in front of Jayce or Sky about a night you two previously shared either in the lab or in his apartment

🕷 Many times they'll just kind of ignore it not really understanding while you just stand there unsure of what to say

🕷 I can see Viktor taking great amusement in getting you flustered/embarrassed

🕷 He likes watching you work for some reason, maybe it's because of the slight furrow of your eyebrows or the way you thin your lips out or bite the inside of your cheek

🕷 Whenever you catch him staring, he just gently smiles at you with a slight blush on his face before getting back to work

🕷 You two make a game of how far you can get when Jayce leaves the lab for a few minutes

🕷 If you steal one of his shirts from his apartment and wear it around the lab, he blushes everytime he looks at you

Jayce

🕷 He has a love/hate relationship with the idea of being in a secret relationship with you

🕷 Jayce loves many things about it such as dragging you off somewhere right before he has to make a speech during one of his campaigns or giving you a kiss during a party where so many people can see

🕷 But he hates not being able to publicly call you his

🕷 There have been many times where someone has flirted with you right in front of him and he can't say anything because it would draw too much attention

🕷 Jayce strikes me as being more towards the possessive side when it comes to you

🕷 but like not the toxic kind

🕷 He's not afraid to give you hickeys in not so subtle places

🕷 Please drag him away from whatever stupid council work he has to do, he says he doesn't like when you do that but he loves that he can just forget about all that stuff when he's with you

🕷 This man has a whole list of excuses as to why he's late, disheveled and kind of out of breath because of you

[welkinsky]

Arcane Characters X Introverted S/O (Part 2)

Characters: Caitlyn, Jayce & Ekko

Part 1: Vi, Viktor & Jinx

Caitlyn

She is someone who has some really good communication skills so you don't have to worry at all!

When you both met, it was such a relief that she was the one talking most of the time, so you don't have to come up with topics but as the relationship matured you were the one who talks most of the time.

Talking to her is so easy as you just need to give hint and she can talk about it plus she is a good listener! So you get to let her be the one talking and when you talk she is there to genuinely listen to you!

She is the one who is talking in social settings. Café, restaurants or any parties. It's her who is leading the conversation most of the time.

But she lets you talk whenever you feel like it. As soon as she realize that you are in the "talking mood" she'll back the hell up and admire you talking.

She also LOVES to introduce you to her friends and family. But let's be honest "introduce" is a verrrry understatement she shows you off. It kind of fluster you at times but you love it.

She'll share all her experiences with you in all the crazy places she was appointed in the day and if it's interesting, she'd love to take you there but only if you feel like it.

Gets excited like a puppy when you say you want to go out for date rather than staying home and would spoil you with gifts especially with something that you can wear on the date.

Jayce

THIS MAN will protect you from any unwanted situation EVER!

If you are talking with one of the scholar and it's been long and they won't take the clue he'll come rushing in be like, "Can I steal them for a minute" as if there is an emergency and drop you off to you your office.

He is invited to hell lot of things and you secretly hate it. Because after a long week all you can think about is just relaxing with him over weekend but he has back to back speeches or parties to attend.

If you feel like it then you go with him sometimes but most of the times he has to go alone. He don't mind it as such but he sure misses you there.

And it's not like he don't give you preference. Just ask once and he'll leave everything to be with you instead. This one time he went to a party and got a message from you saying "How long?" and he rushed back with some food. Little did you know he couldn't make it through the main exit so he jumped through a window to get out of there. Later as you both are having dinner you saw a text from Viktor RAGING at Jayce because he left him alone.

So sometimes to give you company, Viktor hangs out with you as well.

You love how easy it is for you two to make Jayce jealous lol. He loves to hang out with both of you and AT THE SAME TIME? heaven! He sure regrets not postponing that meeting.

Ekko

Ekko is someone who is VERY considerate about your emotions and how sensitive sometimes you can be when it comes to talking to people.

He brings in food since he knows you don't like to eat out. 5PM every Friday, expect a text from him asking what you feel like having for dinner.

He has saved a special room for you that has a view of the entire place that he built. It is high up so that no one is able to reach there.

With all the stress and the work that comes up when he's the leader of this huge group he just comes to your place to lie on your shoulder to relax for a bit and sometimes have a nap there too.

Taking about naps he LOVES nap dates. Since you both don't go out that much you both end up having nap dates, of course until the duty calls. Which you secretly hate but he assures you that he'll be back soon.

If you love food then this guy won't think twice before trying that new place out and bring in the food. Occasionally when you feel like going out he'll make sure that he selects a quite place.

He genuinely gets excited when you suggest to go to his favorite hangout place and meet the other members from the team. They all love you and hate you at the same time. Obviously in a goofy way, I mean what do you expect? You're the reason their leader is not there in so many plans for night out. And let's be honest Ekko is life of the party.

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