#talis

[alasion-art]

Two sides of the same coin 🌌

[faistgirl]

i need to bury my whole face into his armpit or whatever

[lovingherwasgay]

every time i think "how did viktor come to terms with jayce breaking his promise to destroy the hexcore? how did he forgive him for using it to revive him?" i remember this quote and it all just makes sense:

and here's why: jayce killing viktor in the commune didn't need to happen. jayce needing to crawl his way out of the dilapidated undercity didn't need to happen. viktor becoming a god and needing jayce to break him free of his own convictions didn't need to happen. viktor could've easily nipped the problem in the bud by simply not giving young jayce that rune.

but that would mean that he never would've become interested in magic, and his apartment would've never blown up... and he never would've met viktor. and they never would've discovered hextech together, spent years of their life working side by side.

so mage viktor decides instead to look through infinite realities and possibilities, to try again and again to find a version of them where he can have the cake and eat it too: where he got to meet jayce and still not end up destroying humanity. in all timelines, in all possibilities, there isn't a single one where he doesn't give jayce that rune, where he doesn't carve the path that would lead jayce right back to him.

... so of course he forgives jayce. he understands what it's like to love someone so much that principles don't matter anymore, that you would let the world burn to keep them by your side.

[chubsonthemoon]

HELLO JAYVIK (fanbinding) NATION. I had four binderary projects planned this year. I finished one of them. This is not one of them. WHAT HAPPENED WAS I had binderary plans and then I watched the bear trap of a show that is Arcane. What happened was I tripped and fell straight into jayvik hell. Here I am now, a month later. Anyway!

This is the fantastic Talis, V. Talis, J. "Social Behaviors of Lokfar Peninsula’s Wild Mammals (Specifically Those of my Co-Author)" by @zillac! I had SO much fun reading and binding this--zillac's writing is some of my favorite ever, that perfect mix of hilarious and heartfelt, with spot-on voicing for everyone. This is a Tarzan AU and SUCH a delight--Jayce never gets rescued as a kid and instead gets raised by wolves (SEXY WOLFMAN JAYCE YEEHAW), and Viktor meets him years later on a research trip. The title is a fun spin on an academic paper, so in keeping with that theme, I went for a more simple/classical design and a stiffened board binding construction, which was new to me and SO much fun. I will definitely be using this construction again!

Some design fun facts! Blue and silver details are to match the icy climate of Lokfar (there's a line where Viktor is like "why are your [very strong, distracting, huge] arms bare when it's fucking freezing out?" and Jayce is like "Hm? Oh it's summer," which, CHILLS, no pun intended). Cover papers were hand-marbled by me at Renegade Retreat 2023 (I'm so happy I found the perfect fic to use them!). The endpapers are a bit translucent, which reminded me so much of the frozen glacier in the fic I just had to use them:

I also went for a different font for the interior--I've been using Garamond basically ever since I started fanbinding (which AH, it's my five-year anniversary this year! I should write a roundup post...), but I decided to try Alegreya this time around, and I really love how it changes the feel of the typeset.

Bonus ASMR flip-through! (I bought a ring light/phone camera stand, so now I can use both hands in my book photos lolol)

And that's all for today!! Thanks so much for sharing your work, Zil!! <333

[arcane-aesthetics]

[oshetart]

I made Medarda, Kiramman, Talis, and Piltover wax seal stamps! I won't restock once these run out, they were more for me to make stuff I personally wanted to have ; )

[jeremiahhawkinsfanfics]

VIKTOR MEETS XIMENA FOR THE FIRST TIME 🤝💁‍♀️🥘

Viktor is invited at Talis House for dinner to meet his lab partner’s mother !

Extract from Jayvik Loving is Caring Chapter 3

Viktor took a steadying breath, straightened his collar, and adjusted his hair one last time. He held the bouquet close to his chest and knocked on the Talis door.

He could hear some muffled conversations inside, followed by footsteps – familiar ones. When the door opened, Viktor felt a wave of relief seeing Jayce’s face – a comforting and reassuring sight. Jayce wore his brightest smile, a cooking apron, and a dash of flour smeared on his cheek.

“Ah Viktor! You made it! Please come in!” Jayce greeted enthusiastically. “Oh! You brought flowers for my mom – that’s so kind of you, already marking points I see! She’ll love them! Blue and white? I can’t believe you remembered our House’s colors. Come in, come in! Don’t just stand there!”.

The entry of the Talis house was just like its exterior: cozy, welcoming, full of life. As he stepped inside, Viktor was immediately greeted by the heartwarming scent of homemade cooking. Framed family pictures adorned the walls. Viktor spotted several images of Jayce, beaming at various ages. He was often surrounded by a woman who shared the same bright smile as his. On some of them, when Jayce is so young he is still missing some baby tooth, there was a man who resembled him so strongly it almost seemed like the image of Jayce himself. It felt like a true home – alive with the history and memories of its occupants.

Viktor startled when he felt Jayce’s hands on his arms.

“Let me take your coat” Jayce offered kindly.

Viktor shivered as his worn vest slipped from his shoulders. It was the first time someone had offered to take his coat in such a way. “A piltovian custom, probably”.

“Thank you very much…” Viktor replied, offering a small smile. His gaze lingered on the flour smeared on Jayce’s cheek a little too long.

“What?” Jayce asked, noticing his partners’ gaze. “Do I have something on my face?”.

“Actually, yes. You’ve got some flour on your cheek”, Viktor said, pointing out the dash of white powder.

Jayce chuckled and quickly wiped his face, completely missing the spot.

“Better?”

“No, not even close” Viktor teased.

Jayce tried again, but with no more success.

“And now?”

“No, still there”.

“Damn… Can you help?”

Viktor’s eyes widened. By now, he had grown used to Jayce’s physicality – how his hands would sometimes land on Viktor’s shoulders, his back, his arms. They were only friendly, kind and honest gestures – free of any less virtuous intentions. But Viktor very rarely initiated any physical contact himself.

Hesitantly, he raised a hand. With methodical precision, he brushed the flour off Jayce’s cheek with his thumb. His chest melted at the warmth of the golden skin under his fingers.

“You’re all set” he said examining his work.

“Thanks Vik!” Jayce grinned, flashing his signature bright smile.

A joyful voice called from the heart of the house.

“Jayce, mijo! Don’t leave your guest standing in the entry!”.

“Yes, Mama! Come on Vik, she’s dying to meet you”.

As they moved down the hallway, Jayce noticed the stiffness in Viktors’ shoulders. “No need to be nervous, you know” he whispered with a comforting smile. “She already loves you”.

The moment Viktor stepped into the kitchen, he was hugged by the warmth of the oven. His nose got kissed by the heartwarming smell of freshly baked bread, simmering meat, and warm spices – nothing that he can identify precisely, but his heart knew this was the scent of a home. Bathed in golden light, the room was bursting with life, with copper pans lining the walls, colorful ceramic tiles, and strings of garlic and pepper hanging from the ceiling. The soft crackling of embers in the stove, the bubbling of saucepans, and a gentle humming of a foreign song filled the air.

Like a queen in her domestic kingdom, the woman on the pictures – a few more grey strands in her hair, and slightly deeper wrinkles lining her face – stood by the stove, carefully stirring in a pot with a wooden spoon. She turned to Viktor with shining black eyes; they were different from Jayce’s, but the bright smile was the exact same.

Before Viktor could say a word, he felt Jayce’s hand on his shoulder.

“Mama” he announced with his proudest tone. “This is Viktor, my partner”.

Viktor nervously opened his mouth to introduce himself but had no time to even think of any words.

“Oh, so you’re the famous Viktor! Jayce has told me so much about you!” She exclaimed, drying her hands on a towel before rushing over. “I’m Ximena, and it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you! Oh, you brought flowers! Blue and white – how thoughtful! Mijo, could you put them in a vase? Why don’t you bring me such nice gifts? Looks like to still have a lot to learn from your friend”.

“Mama!” Jayce groaned, putting a hand to his forehead in mock embarrassment.

This was a much warmer welcome than Viktor anticipated; definitely not matching the script he had mentally rehearsed for tonight. It was almost overwhelming. At a loss for anything better to do, he offered a polite smile, reciting the presentation he had repeated in his mind all day.

“It’s a great pleasure to meet you too, Madam Talis. Thank you for inviting me... and for the wonderful lunches you’ve made for us.” He gave a slightly awkward bow of his head, trying to hide how much his hands were sweating. “Jayce always speaks very highly of you.”

“Oh, such a polite young man!” Ximena laughed heartily, kindly placing her hand on Viktor’s shoulder—a habit he definitely recognized. “Please call me Ximena. Madam Talis makes me sound old. Make yourself at home! Sit, sit—we’re almost ready with dinner.”

Viktor was still slightly startled by the physical contact but tried his best to relax.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart! Just relax, I have plenty of help from Jayce”. She said, giving her son a playful shove. “Mijo, don’t just stand there, offer something to drink to your friend!”.

Viktor was starting to wonder how he went from “Viktor” to “sweetheart” in less than a minute. How had she not even given him a curious glance at his crutch, raised an eyebrow at his accent, or scanned him with judgment? But then his gaze caught Ximena’s hand. Shining in the golden light of the kitchen, two iron fingers rested among the others. He quickly looked away, knowing all too well how uncomfortable it could get to linger on such details. The sight of her missing fingers oddly made him feel more at ease, as though he wasn’t the only one whose body bore the scars of misfortune – as though he was in front of someone who could understand.

Before he could say anything, he was seated at the table, his crutch resting beside him, and Jayce was handing him a glass of white beverage.

“Mama makes the best horchata!” Jayce proudly announced. “Have you ever tried it? It’s typical from Ixtal”.

“Family recipes are always the best” Ximena laughed. “Our family may have left Ixaocan lands long ago, but we keep passing on our traditions”.

Viktor carefully thanked Jayce for the glass and took a sip of the horchata. It tastes like cold sweet milk, with a wonderful hint of cinnamon – both refreshing and heartwarming at the same time, like a liquid hug. With a fond smile, he watched Ximena playfully boss Jayce around the kitchen. Just watching them, he could tell how strong the bond between them was. It was almost unnerving how much they resembled each other – not just by the looks, but in how they moved, how they spoke, how they smiled.

But then, a dark cloud cast over Viktor’s mind, and a bitter taste lingered in his sip of horchata. For a brief moment, his mind painted the image of his own mother in this kitchen, wearing the flowery dress she reserved for days off, humming an old tune from their native land, stirring something good in a pot. Her long hair cascaded in graceful locks on her back. Viktor could still remember their real scent – the one they had when it wasn’t masked by cheap perfumes. Viktor’s heart shrieked in his chest. He wished he could tell her how beautiful she looked. He wished to hear her laugh as she used to. He wished they had more time; that she would tease him, boss him around in a kitchen, teach him recipes and gestures that carried out the weight of their own tradition. But all he carried of familial heritage was a language no one in Zaun or Piltover spoke apart from him, and an accent that was giving away foreign origins at the first word. All the rest was now lost to him – ashes of a burnt library, a precious amount of knowledge he could never access. He couldn’t help but think that if things had been different…

The vision faded when he realized that both of the Talis were looking at him, as if they just asked a question and were waiting for an answer.

“Oh sorry I… I was lost in my thoughts” he mumbled, brutally brought back to reality.

“Ah! Thinking about our new project’s blueprints I bet!” Jayce laughed. “I told you Mama, this man is non-stop”.

“Dios mío! Boys you both need to get your head out of your lab!” Ximena exclaimed. “We were just saying that dinner is ready, Viktor. Let’s bring all of this in the dining room”.

“Do you need any help with this?”.

“Yes, that would be very nice! Can you take the arepas with you, sweetheart?” she said pointing a plate of little round golden breads. “Vamonos, boys, this dinner is not going to eat itself!”.

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[lamoureg]

the people yearn for jayce talis to be like jayce giopara and i do not like it

[cklukilutz]

🐱🐰

[amy-time]

[themadmorrigan]

Oh no. I just realized I want to maybe do something for Tamlin week. Balls.

Ok, activating brain cells to finish my Talis thing!

[sapphicscribecafe]

JayVik headcanon

More like "Things I've written thinking about those two":

I hope our names can be together for eternity. In the same way, activists fighting for the same cause are linked by ideals. I want to be part of you just like that. I want to see your last name along with mine in history books, showing the world we are stronger together. We were the leaders and protagonists of change.

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(Please ignore the fact that Vik doesn't have a last name in canon. In my mind, they sign as "Viktor & Jayce Talis"—as in, Viktor&Jayce TALIS)

[incorrect-lolesports]

jayceuary day 3! he kills me. he's so hard to draw. jaybe it will get easier.... jaybe not.

[talesthepurifier]

[minifrau]

THE LAST GUARDIAN FAN SPECIES!?!?

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR TLG

This is ENTIRELY an AU creature! I can do what I want!

So, this species is called Talis. Talis mimic the sky and whether they are born under, in specific Astronomical or extreme environmental conditions/events, they can gain extreme powers. Extra note, females are generally a bit larger than males. Talis and Trico are natural enemies, the non corrupt Guardians(Trico) used to defend against Talis. However, this special grudge still lasts. I’m fact, this girl here was born under an extreme thunderstorm, being granted lighting weather abilities. However, when Talis grow notorious, they gain names from humans. This is how Inazuma gained hers.

Inazuma was the one whom struck down Trico before the beginning of the game. Her tail barb was what anchored the electricity to hit Trico, which is the symbolism Trico holds with his own ability with The Boy and the mirror.

The “eyes” of Talis are what lead to the creation of the Talismans(The symbol Trico so greatly fears). The same way Trico is triggered by Talismans, Talis are triggered by the sight of the turquoise of a Trico’s energy.