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justatypicalwizard · 23 days ago

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Silk dance | Jayce

Aracne Jayce x Zaun seamstress reader

Jayce and reader have history before the Arcane plot. This story follows the second season of Arcane but loosely.

A complimentary piece to my previous story Up and Under. I was asked whether I would make a part two to it. I will rather not but I got the idea that there may be a little bit more to unpack amidst the pages of the story.

,,So, how’s it going with the girl?” Rhythmic buzzing of energy filled the air in the laboratory with a lulling symphony played by tiny machines. In the near silence Jayce Talis scribbling in his notebook posed as the only off-key element as he switched between the messy pages and a cogwheel on his workstation. Sky’s voice ruptured the melody of focus.

Jayce looked up, his eyes wide and lips slightly agape, as if the woman in the room spoke another language, one he didn’t quite understand. Sky was not looking at him, rather wiping off an oily stain from the counter. Her movement was steady, up and down, up and down, like she calculated every step she took in life.

,,I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Of course Jayce knew what she meant. At times when he was alone the man beat himself over the fact that you were near him so often. He was aware how some might view this vicinity. On the other hand, he’s a grown man, he may do as he wishes and it’s only the shortsightedness of others that makes them full of prejudice. It’s not like every high-ranked man has to have an affair with a Zaunite woman working for him.

“She’s here often.” Up and down, up and down. The counter was already clean.

“You’re here often too.”

“I work here.”

“She’s also working.”

“How so?”

“I hired her. She’s a seamstress and a designer.”

“How many fittings does one need?”

“She’s somewhat of a visioner too, like me. You should never rush your work, Sky.”

“And because of that there is a need for nearly daily meetings?”

“Sky, are you suggesting something?” Jayce turned his full body towards the woman. She finally left the counter alone, dropping the cleaning cloth on its polished surface.

“I’m sorry sir, it was very inappropriate of me.” Her shoulders slouched and she was avoiding his gaze like fire. “I’m just worried. it’s either people whispering and spreading gossip or you going to the undercity. It’s dangerous.”

“If inventors cared about whispering and gossip, there would be no progress in the world.” Jayce turned back to the cogwheel, picking it up and spinning it around in his fingers, trying to convince himself that the whole conversation was about progress and not -

Sky whispered something in the lines of that’s not what I meant but both of them decided to let the topic evaporate. A moment of silence spread between them, pushing the two even further away. If Jayce wouldn’t be so hard in his head he might have felt Sky’s gaze on his back, her pleading, longing look. Yet, he didn’t, because that’s simply who Jayce Talis was - a master in avoiding what he didn’t want to face.

“I’ll take my leave.” Sky’s voice once again rifled through the steady silence that rose to discomfort. The energy buzzing in the air felt like tension. Jayce just wanted this to end, to get back into a good mood before -

“Is anyone here?” A new, third voice entered tonight's opera.

Bad timing sweetheart. Jayce thought to himself and froze upon realising how caringly he just called you in his head. Due to that he missed the bite that Sky put on her own, tightly knit, lips.

The man turned around finally, taking in the whole of the scene. It was a true comedy-drama. Sky’s face was a mixture of disbelief and irritation while your eyes were filled with sparkles, clutching the sewing supplies and admiring the scenery around you. Jayce was right when he said you two were somehow similar, the same buzzing inside your veins when you had an idea, the same eagerness and urgency to put your hands to work. The same, slightly, crazed look when focused and the same hope for a better future.

Despite how heartless it was for anyone who could look upon the situation from outside, at that moment Jayce simply couldn’t look away from your smiling face. And he smiled back. Sky was already gone, only a quiet creak of the doors reminding she was there in the first place.

,,Should I - um.'’ you weren't sure what to say, it felt like your presence interrupted. Jayce was quick to ease the misunderstanding.

,,It's nothing. Be my guest.” He gestured for a seat next to one of the spacious counters. Grabbing a cloth scattered near his cog he whipped his hands and started undoing the buttons keeping his shirtcuffs tight.

With a smile and a shrug you began to unpack your supplies. A yellow measuring tape, pins, very sharp scissors and a variation of fabrics Jayce allowed you to buy samples of. There weren't many restrictions when it came to quality nor price. You rarely had a chance to get ahold of so many exquisite materials.

,,So.” He started eying the roll of samples you placed along the counter.

,,So?’’’ You mimicked like a little parrot.

,,Which one do you recommend?” Jayce picked up the scraps, examining the small squares as if he knew what made one another different.

,,Oh, it depends on what you're looking for.” He was just about to ask you for details but your knowing smile kept him silent. With panience unlike him, the man listened as you opened up the world of textile for him. ,,From the ones I selected silk will present itself as the most luxurious. It's soft, shiny under light, liquid like in nature but also cold.” Jayce watched you thumb the material, handing it over to him. On the peripheries the square was indeed colder but in the centre, where you held it, the silk remembered your touch. He thought that you must be warm yourself. ,,Linen is less sparkly, more manly one could say, but it has a certain unruly feel to it if you ask me. It reminds me of nature.” Manly. Jayce liked how the word danced on your lips. ,,And of course cotton is a safe option, comfortable, trustworthy and good-looking. There are also different colours in the pallette -”

Your lips were producing a number of words, some about the tones that these different variants of white may bring forward from his skin, something about how he should consider the shirt in reference to other parts of the tuxedo, and some other things. It was a long day for Jayce, he felt the tiredness and stress weigh his shoulders down when he shimmied out of his current jacket and shirt, sitting on the stool in only his undershirt. It was hard for him to focus when it was so late in the evening, the stars popping in the night sky, his mind slowly shutting down from the all-day-long struggle, your hands roaming his forearms. If he wasn't a gentleman he would close his eyes and ask you for a massage. He laughed to himself absentmindedly.

,,What's so funny?” You asked, putting hands on your hips. ,,Don't tell me you're one of the people who say they don't see different shades.”

,,Oh no, no. I definitely see a lot of colours.” Like the red of your lips and the tint of your cheeks and the tone of your hair that I thought about last night.

It was improper of him, he only proved Sky's stereotypes further. Yet, was it criminal to feel a little something for a person that smiles at you so gracefully, someone that shares your ideas at heart, another being that makes you feel comfortable. It won't hurt anyone if Jayce daydreams a bit about anything different than hextech.

,,-chandeliers.” Your voice rang in his ears, reminding him that the object of his tricky attraction was standing in front of him.

,,Once more.” With a smile he erased your slight irritation.

,,You asked me which one I recommend. While I like cotton for its usefulness I believe a ball requires something more… sophisticated. Silk will look fantastic in the lights of the chandeliers.” You repeated, giving him the evils.

,,Silk it is then. Do you think it will suit me on the dancefloor?” Jayce stood up abruptly. ,,You said you're good at imagining designs, at mapping them in your head. Then come and tell me will it suit me on the dancefloor?” He raised his hands as if to waltz. Just a little bit of flirt won't kill anyone.

With a laugh you walked around him trying to portray the seams and shapes of the soon-to-be shirt.

“I can definitely see you in something enhancing the back, something simple, with details to be left shocking.”

,,Details such as…”

,,Such as an interesting collar and buttoning at the front. Something here.” You said and pointed at his chest.

,,Mhm''. He murmured, grasping your hands, tugging you delicately where he wanted you, as if you were dancing.

,,I ope you own any accessories because an outfit without them is as good as going out naked.”

,,Naked you say.”

You stopped your slow swirling and looked at each other. In that moment Jayce Talis wished that the ball never began, that he was stuck in this moment of preparation, that he had an excuse to ask you over, that he never had to think about all the things that put your worlds apart and made this impossible. In the morning he will look Sky in the eye and feel a ting of shame, he will walk past other residents of Piltover and turn a deaf ear to their whispering, he will push himself to the limit with his work. All of this will be his payment for the moment of weakness, for allowing himself to hold you in his arms and whisper into your ear sweet little nothings.

#jayce talis x reader #jayce x reader #jayce x #jayce x you #jayce talis x you #jayce talis x y/n #jayce talis #arcane jayce #arcane

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thewistlingbadger · 2 months ago

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"silco is arcane's biggest manipulator" do NOT disrespect Ms. Mel Merdarda like that EVER AGAIN she worked TOO DAMN HARD building that talis boy up from nothing, forming him into the man he was in the season finale, for you to give HER title to some undercity rat. Jayce Talis couldn't have done it without HER. She's the reason hextech even exists! She's the reason Jayce has so much influence, so much wealth! She's the reason he's even on the council! I never seen ANYONE gaslight gatekeep OR girlboss as efficiently as she does. Mel Merdarda is a MASTER MANIPULATOR and she looked good doing it!

#and with this in mind. JAYCE IS MOST CERTAINLY A VICTIM!#arcane #mel medarda #jayce talis #arcane silco #silco arcane

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la-petite-lapin · 5 months ago

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Double the Love | Part Eleven*

Double the Love masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.6k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, unprotected PinV, fingering, praise, size difference, biting, marking, Tali being a tease, Johnny's dirty talk

Johnny passes his fitness test

"So, how's the apartment hunting going?" Winnie asks, her upper body in the frame of our FaceTime call. She looks even tanner than usual, practically glowing as she beams at me.

She hasn't got long left to go on her work trip now and - after a particularly promising flat viewing last week - me and the boys might not be living in our apartment for much longer. We've finally found a place that works for all of us - the perfect mix of homey and industrial, with two bathrooms, a huge master bedroom with a walk-in closet, and a decent-sized spare room. And - as an added bonus - it's only a twenty-minute walk from here.

I gush to her about the place; about the giant, warehouse-style windows in the open-plan living room, and my interior design ideas. She listens eagerly, her smile only growing brighter and brighter until I stop and ask, "What?"

There's a pause as she shifts, getting comfortable on her hotel bed in Paris. Braids falling over one shoulder, her dark, wise eyes find mine through the screen, twinkling with an amused light. "You seem genuinely happy, Tali. It suits you." She tilts her head slightly, adding, "When I get home, we all need to go out for dinner and drinks. I get the feeling I should start getting used to these guys being around."

I laugh at that. "I think you should too. They aren't going anywhere any time soon."

We talk a bit more - exchanging I miss you's and stories about some of the other things that we've been up to in the past week - before I hear the sound of the front door opening and closing with a soft thud. The "honey, I'm home!" that follows is enough to tell me that Johnny is back in the building.

"I'll call you in the morning, yeah?" I say, heat flooding the tips of my ears as I flash Winnie a bashful smile.

She grins back. "Sure thing. Goodnight, babe."

The call is barely over before Johnny comes crashing into the bedroom, a huge smile on his face. "Simon called. He's gonnae pick up take-out from that little Italian place you like on his way home."

I switch my phone screen off and let it fall on top of the sheets beside me. Twisting so that I'm laying on my back, propped up on my elbows with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, I catch onto what he hasn't mentioned.

Simon had to go into one of their offices today for a meeting with John, Gaz, and their colleague Kate; something that he couldn't avoid no matter how much he wanted to. It's looking more and more likely that they're going to have to go on another mission soon. And Johnny - well, Johnny had a doctor's appointment to assess his recovery.

To assess whether or not he was deemed fit enough to go along with them.

I hum, feigning nonchalance for a second before asking, "How did the appointment go?"

Just like that, the care-free smile on Johnny's face fades. He clears his throat, shifting his weight between his feet like a child afraid of getting a telling off. There's no hint of an injury in his stance now - not like there was when he first moved in. He doesn't favour one side anymore; doesn't have any trouble standing up, or lying down, or reaching for things.

He's better. He's healed.

And it's good news.

Or at least it should be.

"I, er- well, Doc reckons 'm good to go back to active duty," he says with a grimace. One hand reaches for the nape of his neck, tugging at the longer strands of his mohawk. He's self-soothing, and there's nothing I want more than to comfort him, but I let him finish. "Was gonnae tell you and Si tonight over dinner. Didn't wanna ruin a good day."

An invisible hand reaches through my ribs, fingers curling around my heart and squeezing like a vice. Panic, fear, worry; the emotions whirl through me like a storm gale, threatening to sweep me away with their intensity.

Instead of letting myself feel it, I swallow it down.

Pursing my lips, I meet Johnny's baby blue gaze. "It's okay. It'll all be okay."

He sits down beside me with a heavy thump, gaze trained on the wall in front of us. Refusing to hold my gaze, he sighs deeply. "Tali, nothin' about this is okay. This wasn't meant t' happen until we got the new place sorted out. Now... 'ah could be called away at a moment's notice. Simon too. Wouldn't have a say in the matter. Ye would be alone for God knows how long, waitin' for us without word. Worried sick.

"Ye don't know what it's like. I've been though this with Si before - it's not fun, lassie. It's gonnae hurt."

I sit upright, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed until I'm sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him. I wrap an arm around his side, leaning into his warmth.

His body is tense to the touch, but his soft t-shirt smells like his aftershave - clean and familiar. Like home.

I press a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade, my words muffled against the fabric and muscle as I speak. "We'll get through this, Johnny. It'll be okay."

Some of the tension leaves at that, his considerable frame sagging further against me. With a shaky exhale, I almost miss the whispered, "'ah don't wanna leave ye, Tali," that follows.

My heart breaks for him.

The only thing that I can think to say is, "I know."

Neither of us speak for a while after that. I just hold him while he stares off into space, gaze trained simultaneously on the wall and some far-away place that neither of us can see. And it's all I can do not to burst into tears myself.

Before long, Johnny pulls me into his lap, burying his face into my hair and nuzzling his nose against the side of my neck. It takes me a second to register the soft, lazy kisses that he's pressing there - trailing up my jaw and behind my ear.

"Johnny," I mumble, tilting my head to give him access to the delicate, sensitive skin there.

He grunts in acknowledgment.

I repeat his name, firmer this time. It takes him a moment, but he draws back enough for me to look at his face. With one hand on his broad chest, I say, "Are you sure you want to do this right now?"

Johnny grins lazily, the picture of care-free ease despite the tense line of his jaw. "Lassie, there's nothin' else ah'd rather be doing right now."

I lift a hand to cradle his cheek, relishing the rough bite of his stubble against my palm as he melts into my touch. The trust and affection lurking in his gaze is enough to choke me up; to bring a rush of answering emotion inside of me. Pressing my forehead to his, I stare into his eyes, palm trailing down the side of his throat to rest atop his broad shoulder.

"Johnny... I know it's soon but-"

He cuts me off by tangling a hand in my hair, pulling my lips down to meet his. I sink my teeth into the bottom one, pulling a deep, throaty chuckle from him.

"Ay, vicious little thing!" Johnny's hand comes down against my backside in a playful smack, the flat of his hand immediately soothing the sting with a gentle caress of his calloused palm. "Tha's my lassie."

I bite back a whine, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, I shift myself until I'm straddling his lap, thighs bracketing his. His eyes darken as I get comfortable, purposefully rubbing against him as much as possible. I can feel the considerable length of him straining against the fabric of his gym shorts, the short skirt of my sundress doing little to shield me from the fact.

"Johnny?" I gasp, wide-eyed with feigned innocence.

Through gritted teeth, he growls, "Aye."

Leaning close, I press an open-mouthed kiss to his temple. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

If I wasn't turned on before, the look of pure, raw heat on his face takes me the rest of the way. With a sound verging on animalistic, Johnny flips us so that I'm on my back, his weight resting on the mattress between my spread thighs as he towers over me, caging me beneath him. It's far from menacing though; sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

Those blue eyes of his glitter with the thrill of the chase, gaze never leaving mine as one hand shifts to paw at the hem of my dress. With a slight dip of my head, his eyes drift south, fingers tugging the skirt up until its bunched up around my waist. His fingers trail back down the bare skin, goosebumps rising in their wake.

Pressing a trail of sloppy kisses to my neck, he licks over the hollow at the base of my throat. His mouth distracts me while his index finger circles my clit. He does it once, then twice, before finally skimming down to where I really need them. A rumbling sound leaves his chest when he finds just how wet I am for him.

He eases his fingers out of me with a mumbled praise.

"Don't be mean," I whine, arching my hips up towards him. "Just make me feel good."

Johnny scoffs something that sounds remarkably like "pillow princess" before pulling away. My gaze follows him as he frantically tugs down his gym shorts and boxers, his thick cock springing up - ready and waiting.

I don't laugh at the tattoo this time, instead running my thumb over it.

Practically purring, Johnny's hand wraps around my wrist, guiding his hand down to touch him. My fingers close around his length, relishing in the hiss that leaves his lips. His eyes find mine once again as he whimpers, "See, Tali. All of this is for you. Feel how fuckin' hard ye make me."

He thrusts into my hand to punctuate his point.

A breathy moan wrestles free from my throat. "Johnny- Johnny, I need you."

The strong column of his throat works as he swallows, seemingly nodding to himself before easing back down on top of me. Lining up, he places his free hand beside my head, balancing his weight as he notches himself at my entrance.

I savour the slow, delicious drag as he pushes into me, muttering soft praises under his breath as his face drops down beside mine. His dark hair tickles my cheek as he flexes his hips, slowly easing out before pushing himself in to the hilt. The movement punches the air out of my lungs in a sharp gasp.

"'ah loved watching Si eat you out," Johnny growls, low and guttural as he eases out again before slamming home. It suddenly occurs to me that he's no novice at dirty talk. In fact, he excels at it. "Loved watching you watch us." He twists his hips without warning, hitting a spot deep inside of me that sends me reeling - seeing stars as my eyes roll back. "But nothin' compares to being right here."

I cling to him like he's a lifeline, clawing at the tanned skin of his broad back and lifting my legs to wrap them around his tapered waist. I pull him close, gathering him to me as he picks up the pace like it's a challenge, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

Barrelling towards a release, I nuzzle my nose into his skin - inhaling the scent of his aftershave mixed with a hint of sweat - and bite down. Hard.

As I come, vaguely aware of the coppery taste now coating my tongue, Johnny roars. His hips stutter, a flood of warmth filling me as he finds his own high. I lose all sense of myself, vaguely aware of his weight pressing me into the mattress; muttered praises and apologies for not lasting very long.

Basking in the afterglow, he collapses on top of me, neither of us willing or able to move for a few long moments.

"That was... wow," Johnny says eventually, breathless and sweating.

"Intense?" I supply, still clinging to him like a koala bear. Banding his arms around me, he rolls us until he's on his back, my weight settling on top of him. He still hasn't pulled out - letting me enjoy the moment just a little while longer.

I have to remind myself that Simon will be home any minute now with dinner; stopping myself from getting amped up for round two.

Surrounded by him, I run my fingertips along the ridge of his shoulder, provoking the shiver that I was looking for with ease. But the smile on my face cracks as soon as I draw my hand back.

My fingertips are smeared with red.

I jerk upright, Johnny's softening cock slipping out with a wince from him. The post-orgasm haze leaves me just as abruptly as I lean over him, inspecting the damage. Sure enough, there are two rows of shallow teeth indents in the tanned skin of his shoulder, deep enough to draw a steady trickle of blood.

I pull back, grimacing.

"Ay, none of that!" Johnny declares, eyes glittering once again. "Did something for me, tha' did." Heat floods my cheeks as a roguish grin forms on his full lips. "Think we might need to tell Si about that little trick."

My eyes trail down, focusing on the tattoo along his V-line as I straddle his tapered hips. He returns the favour, stroking a bare sliver of skin along my own hip. With a contemplative hum, he suggests, "Ye should get a tattoo there. Ours."

It takes all my strength not to grind down against the bare length of him here and now. The primal urge to take and claim ghosts over me; the urge to have their handwriting marked permanently on such an intimate part of my body.

"Now that's an idea." I lean down to press a kiss to his lips. "In your handwriting?"

A devilish glint sparks up in his eyes, but he bites back on it, tapping me once on the thigh. "We should get cleaned up before Si gets home. Come on, little menace: shower."

An hour later, the three of us are lounging in the living room, eating Italian out of the cardboard box-trays that it was packed in. The results of Johnny's fitness test and doctor's exam were the first thing Simon asked about upon his return - his reaction something between disappointment and bitter acceptance - followed shortly by quizzing Johnny about the fresh bite mark on his shoulder. He'd only had to glance at me - guilty, dishevelled, and shifting my thighs in an attempt to ease the hollow ache between my legs - before his eyes darkened with lustful understanding.

I let myself fade into the background, listening to the quiet noise of the TV and the boys trading bits of work gossip - mentioning names of people I've never met and scandalous titbits I've never heard before.

Until something snags my attention.

"Kate said we have to go, Si," Johnny says sullenly. "'s not like it's waterboarding or anything. It's a fuckin' military ball for Christ's sake!"

Simon grumbles something under his breath, a string of curses punctuated by the odd coherent word. It ends in, "being paraded about like a fuckin' show pony."

"Surely it's not that bad," I say incredulously. A catered party with booze, decent food, and dancing - it sounds quite fun. I think Alex mentioned one once, back in his early days as an Officer.

Johnny beams. "See! Tali gets it. We should all go. Price and Gaz are going - we could make a night out of it."

Something sours in Simon's expression. "Hm, and how would that work out exactly? Who gets to go with Tali?"

I can't help but frown. He's right; I can only formally attend with one of them, especially around their colleagues and higher-ups. How else would we explain what's going on between the three of us? Hell, Johnny and Si aren't even out at work.

"We'll think of something," Johnny says, ever the optimist. "Besides, 's not for a few weeks yet. Think that new op'll happen first."

Simon grunts, finishing off the last few bites of his linguine. "Speaking of, I'm gonna reach out to that guy about the flat tomorrow. See if we can close on it as soon as possible." Hazel eyes meet mine. "Provided that's still what you want, love?"

I flash him a sweet grin. "Of course it is."

a/n: it took time, but we did it! hope you liked part 11. what do you want next, part 12 of this, part 2 of Unlikely Friendships or... something new? :) - lapetitelapin <3

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machine-herald-archive · 1 month ago

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Jayce Skinlines

Full Metal Jayce

Backed by RiotCorp as the Full Metal Fighting League's first corporately sanctioned champion, Jayce has dethroned Pantheon and won the hearts of audiences worldwide—especially those who realize they gain 15 Riot Points every time they cheer his cyclonic blasts.

Debonair Jayce

You're a scholar. You're an inventor. You're the man of the hour and the hour is now, yesterday, and tomorrow. Don't just be the father of invention—be the ivory god of substance, class, and style. It's you, Jayce. It's always been you.

Forsaken Jayce

Opposed to balance in all measures, Jayce has gone down a path he cannot return from. He has sworn vengeance upon Chosen Master Yi and all he stands for.

Jayce Brighthammer

A noble paladin who has inexplicably mastered science and engineering, Jayce Brighthammer is a stout ally no foul creature can best! Unless that foul creature is a loophole in the rulebook, since Jayce likes to get any advantage over the Rift Master he can.

Battle Academia Jayce

A prestigious 2nd year whose face is known throughout the wider city of Durandal, Jayce is the class president, head of the world-renowned Luminary Club, and prodigious inventor of miraculous Jayce-branded technologies. He hopes his inventions will prevent the kind of tragedy that struck him in his youth, though he refuses to speak about what that was.

Resistance Jayce

While many presumed him dead, Jayce's sudden return to the Resistance has been heralded by some as a miracle and others as a curse. Burdened by guilt, he still blames himself for his failure to halt Viktor's rise. Only time will tell if Jayce can turn the tide.

Arcane Jayce (Jayce Talis)

Zenith Games Jayce

Jayce invented Hammerjack as a showcase sport for humanity's new augmented abilities. Nothing else tested athletes across so many directions and terrain, and with this being its first year in the Zenith Games, he intends to show everyone what THE sport of the 22nd century looks like.

T1 Jayce

Honoring Zeus's winning performance as Jayce during the 2023 World Championship.

Prestige T1 Jayce

After T1's shocking defeat at last year's Summoner's Cup, many lost hope that they'd ever be able to reclaim their throne. But Jayce's support for these legends never wavered. Sporting a bright white-and-gold glow, he stands tall in the front row and proudly cheers every victory, great or small, against WBG—a symbol of hope for all die-hard T1 fans.

Wild Rift Exclusive

Superhero Jayce

By day, Jayce is a genius inventor and pillar of the communit; by night, Jayce dons a costume and patrols the streets of Topside as his alter ego Hextech Man! Wielding his trusty hextech hammer, Jayce will stop at nothing to protect his people.

Crystal Rose Jayce

Jayce earned his invitation to the Crystal Rose Ball by proving himself to be one of the brightest minds of this age, but he’ll need to woo all of the right people tonight if he’s going to secure his research funding. Nothing will stand in the way of his pursuit of progress, least of all formal wear.

#jayce giopara #debated on including the og arcane skin and decided to #leaving out arcane survivor though #specifically bc this blog is for pre 2024 reworks and that one doesnt fall under this category #defender of tomorrow #skinlines #machine herald archive #splash art

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sstardow · 3 days ago

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A Study of the Arcane [Arcane Hogwarts AU]

This is chapter 0. It will have information on the story, characters, etc., so please read it! Read Chapter 1 Here.

This story is targeted at YA, Please do not read it unless you are at least 16+.

Some Content Courtesies (TW'S) For this story are: Graphic Violence, Bullying, Some Suggestive Content, Strong Language, and Alcohol.

IMPORTANT: This is an Arcane Hogwarts University AU where Students are sent their letters at 18 instead of 11. So the Students are all young adults and the same/similar age they were in the show (Some were a little tweaked to fit the story better.)

Hogwarts year/grade System:

Year 1 = 18Yrs

Year 2 = 19 years

Year 3 = 20 yrs

Year 4 = 21Yrs

Year 5 = 22Yrs

Year 6 = 23 Yrs

Year 7 = 24yrs

Year 8 = 25yrs

Here is some information on each of the characters! If you have any requests on who else I should add and what their house/patronus/etc should be, comment on this chapter. I do hope you all enjoy this story. :)

STUDENTS:

Gryffindor

Vi/Violet - Gryffindor, Year 4

Ekko - Gryffindor, Year 1

Ravenclaw

Caitlyn Kiramman - Ravenclaw, Year 4

Viktor- Ravenclaw, Year 4, Transferred From Durmstrang during the Triwizard Championship

Jayce Talis - Ravenclaw, Year 4

Slytherin

Jinx/Powder - Slytherin, Year 1

Mel Medarda - Slytherin, Year 5, Transferred from Durmstrang during the Triwizard Tournament

Hufflepuff

Sky Young - Hufflepuff, Year 4

TEACHERS:

Gryffindor

Loris - Head of Gryffindor House, Defense against the dark arts teacher

Sevika - Gryffindor, Flying Teacher

Ravenclaw

Heimerdinger - Ravenclaw, Head Master of Hogwarts

Cassandra Kiramman - Head of Ravenclaw House, Astronomy Teacher

Grayson - Ravenclaw, Charms teacher

Slytherin

Silco - Head of Slytherin House, Transfiguration Teacher

Singed - Slytherin Potions Teacher

Hufflepuff

Benzo - Head of Hufflepuff House, History of Magic teacher

Other

Ambessa Medarda - Headmaster of Durmstrang

#viktor arcane #arcane #arcane fanfic #hogwarts au #arcane hogwarts au #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #timebomb #caitvi #jayvik #other ships too

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applesharonfiction · 1 month ago

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The Man in the Academy Hallway

Fandom: Arcane/League of Legends

Pairing: Jayce/Viktor

Rating: M

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35693533/chapters/88998064

Viktor turns the uniform over in his hands, smoothing over the wrinkles in the trousers. The buttons are diamond-shaped and hard underneath his fingers.

Leaning forward, his mother places her arm around his shoulders as she lays a white cravat across Viktor’s hands.

It’s the brightest piece of fabric Viktor has ever seen.

“Vitenka,” she whispers. “If you are going to change the world, do not ask for permission. Act like you belong and no one will question you.”

Piltover Academy of Sciences research masters student Jayce Talis isn't really studying crystallography like he told his professors. Viktor isn't even an academy student, he just has an academy uniform his parents made and very little to lose. They run into each other in a school hallway. Literally.

Latest Chapter: Combustion

#jayvik #vikjayce #arcane viktor #arcane jayce #jayce talis #arcane jayvik #arcane fanfic #this has nothing to do with S2 of Arcane except for the fact that I'm now inspired to write Jayvik again

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knebulanight · 2 years ago

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Stretched out my character design muscles by turning a bunch of my favorite* Pokémon into cute girls inspired by the original creatures.

(*Galarian Weezing and Clodsire aren't as high on the list as the rest, I just had some fun character design ideas for them, but everyone else is definitely my top 10)

Character names and short bios below the cut:

Glaceon (x2) | Firn & Mint | Duo magicians specializing in ice magic illusions and fantastic icicle displays, they're part of a band of performers.

Farigiraf | Zarifa | The curator of her own museum. She has a fondness for the old, dusty, magical, and especially cryptic.

Falinks | Hexa Semestre | Genius inventor, master of technology, immature brat, and super full of herself. Very much chaotic neutral, she's prone to nice and naughty acts alike, but it heavily depends on her mood and whoever is paying her with the tastier snacks.

Whirlipede/Scolipede | Latrielle | A high-ranking member of a secret evil organization. She specializes in taming and breeding dangerous beasts and insects with her unique charm and strange magicks.

Ribombee | Talis | A teeny tiny pollen collector and seller. Using her fairy intuition, she's able to tap into the mystical power of flower pollen, and turn them into a powerful healing substances and painting materials.

Sylveon | Pennon | An energetic acrobat who's part of the Glaceon Twins' performing troup. She also part-times as a candy shop clerk. Which candy shop, you ask? All of them.

Galarian Weezing | Madam Miasma | An eccentric perfume maker and wandering saleswoman. She shrouds herself with her own special perfumes. Her mood, methods, and prices dramatically shift with each kind of aroma.

Breloom | Boleta | An apothecary who lives by herself in the forest, studying mushrooms. She's learned the effects of many fungi breeds and their spores, and weaves them into her staff and self-defense fighting tactics.

Slither Wing | Dawn / "Daybreaker" | Professional wrestler in the evening, monster fighter in the morning. "Daybreaker" wakes up squarely at sunrise to fend off the daily influx of giant monsters that threaten her peaceful city.

Clodsire | Daisy | A simple lackadaisical young girl who's often seen prowling the marketplace, conversing with random passersby and indulging in free samples.

Wailord | Lady Duchess McGalleon | The only child, heir, and right hand to a canned plankton tycoon. While patiently waiting for her huge inheritance, she helps her father by overseeing the company's workers, always looming tall over them.

Typhlosion | Ignis Megaboom | She's always throwing herself into fights with no purpose, but her behavior is likely due to insecurities or something. The only time you'll see her exhibit patience is when she's charging up her explosive attacks.

bonus doodles & sketches, including some scrapped designs:

#pokemon gijinka #character design #art

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globofhoney · 11 months ago

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I just realized...my dragonborn will be so flipping super alone in the long run. The mage is an elf after all, and she also has magic to extend her life on top of that.

Imagine centuries has pass...

- She has to visits Kaidan's grave

- She has to visits Xelzaz's grave

- She has to visits Lucien's grave

- She has to visits Inigo's grave

- She has to visits Remiel's grave

- She has to visits Lucifer's grave

- She has to visits Khash's grave

- She has to visits Auri's grave (In case she has not been eaten by her fellow wood elves)

It is painful to see them off and away to the afterlife. But at least she has Taliesin, Nebarra, Serana, and Caryalind. (Talie, Nebs, and Carya will likely perish soon enough)

Ultimately, those closest to her would be Odahviing and Paarthurnax. The two Dov are the least of her worries.

If she perish, the saddest thing would be that she wouldn't be able to see Durniivir again since his soul is bound to the Ideal masters in the soul cairn.

#skyrim modded followers #kaidan skyrim #inigo skyrim #xelzaz skyrim #lucien flavius #auri song of the green #skyrim remiel #khash the argonian #lucifer the argonian #skyrim khash #caryalind thallery #skyrim taliesin #Nebarra #skyrim #dovahkiin #the elder scrolls

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siremasterlawrence · 10 months ago

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Answer The Call To The Wild

Arab model Adnan Arik is the hottest import yet coming to Los Angeles since I moved their for my career and soon enough I finally met him by chance at one of my meetings with my agent.He is in the literally sitting down in a chair as he stars some down in disgust that I dare to show up and he sighs rolling his eyes when I sat down and I am use to it but this time I had enough.I bend a bit opening my cellphone proceed to tap a app with a spiral logo popping up on the screen and all go sudden he can’t stop staring it as the spiral continues in the middle of the screen. I notice he is staring unmoving leaving me a quick opening to ensnare him as I wave my hand in his face and he stays unemotional and frozen in time I glee with excitement in one click. The camera comes on flashing in his face blaring brightly his face catches him and a message is sent to my agent who automatically uploads in to his mind and he knows what to do. My agent comes from the room calling Tarik to join him as follows him in mindlessly and pats his back before he is turning to me. I flip another app to the side as it opens up a small screen showing what’s going on in the camera I install in the office and Tarik takes a seat. He silently stares into the walls as my agent opens his laptop typing a code and his whole conscious comes to life as he awkwardly awakens thinking he is way to normal. My agent beckons me in when I follow him stopping in back of him as I am placing my hand on his shoulder and I plant a kiss on his cheeks and embrace his cheek with mine.

Adnan Arik is not sure why but he has truly been staying at my place for nearly a week or so but he has gotten use to the idea as he smirks now and truthfully he is happier now than ever. He is awe of me at this very moment kneeling at me feet with a fucking sexy smile on his face and sitting inbetween my legs with utter splendor and frightening delight. He has fallen in love with me so he completely in shock when he notices a new man enters the chat and my agent so right behind him with his arms on his shoulder his name is Tali. Tali Marikash is pretty sexy guy not usually my type except he is handsome beyond what I imagine he could be and he hugs me tight with fake generosity is oddly obvious. I snap my figure as Adnan jumps up with a bright smile he reaches to grab his shoulders and shoving him down as they struggle and finally Adnan falls to the ground. Tali’s neck is held up facing me as he forced to look in the camera in a matter of seconds the flash goes of and the app starts spinning our control and his mind is recalibrating. “Master Lawrence is a God among men, someone I completely have lost my self too, I swoon at his Godly glorious and he is everything that to me my life.” Tali replies mindlessly with a short and bated breath as he goes my waist in his hands and kisses my hands letting my hypnotic words sink in forever because he is my property. “Sir Yes Master Lawrence I live for you the Maestro of this universe and the kingdom of the one who rules this planet that we live in even though you are not willing to admit it.

My acting agent Johnathan Jackson Majors Wells is at my apartment after bringing me my two bois are worshipping me to not end I might add and he leans in touching my chin kissing me. His arms lifting into the airs land on my waist wrapping it tightly as he is truly pulling me closer and matches my lips with his as we make out kissing. I brush him to the side as he drags, paws and scratches me doing his best to come even closer to me with love and we kiss again but I ignore him. I lose myself for a bit grabbing his own camera as I tell him to smile and pose for me as the camera flashing it in his face and he stops shaking in fear and reprogramming is going on. I instruct him to set on the lawn chair using my finger to move my finger all over and he follows me very obedient as I snap my fingers as he keeps over falling to the side. His back he fell back on to the lawn chair in to my arms as I kiss him on the neck and I rock him to side whispering him down into nothing. “Listen to me my pet Jackson because you know I am right as always I am always right simply because I will it to be and so therefore you do not question me.” He humbles himself drops into my arms yet again as he slips down further ito chair and he melts into my arms crumbling into my body and he falls permanently in love. “You are madly into me so in love with me Jonathan my dear.You know that right?”

“Take this liquor from my hand Jonathan it is for the best, that is take it from my hand right now and take a sip please. Place at your lips that’s to go be a tip on the lips and sip it taste every fiber of my being I poured in to it.” He placeshis lips on to the martini glass tipping it over as it goes down pouring it into his throat as it it doing it’s job. The taste radiates down his throat as it burns leaving a lasting impressive of my power because he has fully accepted it that he belong to me. “I am your main guy the star you worship, glorify, serve, obey and submit to him because he is your greatest power and asset in existence to you.” I continue to whisper this into his ears I begin to kiss cheeks slowly going down his neck once more touching every inch of his body as he squirms. “Sir Yes Master I owe you my life my Master Lawrence since I surrender toyou because you have lifted me into the air swooped me up into your arms since I am at your behest.” He says spin about stare into my eyes lovingly as he sides off of me hitting the floor with his feet and feeling my body up learning to worship every inch of my body. I am proud of my work picking up my hand mirror on my side showing him my work and he is lost in awe of my power at the sight of the fact he has been de-aged.

“Who are these two muscle bound apes”

“Who are you speaking to?”

“What the fuck?”

“Take a picture”

“Flash! Can you hear me?”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“Yyyyeesss”

“Kneel now”

“In my eyes is the key “

“Stare away “

“Get lost in my life”

“Resist all else “

“I am your life force”

“What you breath “

“What you eat”

“What you crave”

“I am yours “

“You can’t deny it “

The end

#beach #beach hypnosis #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #hypno submission #mind control slaves #transformation #black owned #ownership #cellphones

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