#toaugment

[hextehc]

how does your muse handle losing control ? what simple things does your muse find joy in ? how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? >:3c does your muse lead others effectively ? how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ik this is a lot but.. just one more… how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

how does your muse handle losing control ?

this def applies to different scenarios: 1. he doesnt do well when it comes to scenarios when theres other bodies involved, u saw what happened in the council room and him being basically volun - told that hes part of the council now theres a million thoughts going thru his mind and he immediately gets overwhelmed and stressed that it turns into anger because he doesnt know how else to cope with those emotions, esp angry because no one will listen to him (sex is separated and a different topic all together). 2. in terms of science, hes the type of guy to be deflated and loses self esteem but doesnt give up, however hell try and push back if those are under threat so rly it just depends fully on the scenario and those involved

overall tldr anger is the primary emotion that pushes forth when what or who he loves is put in jeopardy and out of his control and will fight for it back as u see throughout the show i dont need to give examples

what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

other than hextech and science, he finds joy in art and loves creating it its something his mother tried to push on him when he was younger to distract from the rune and magic as a whole (it didnt work) but hes naturally talented in that. and sweets too he likes sweets specifically chocolate and u know what hell yeah sure the whimsical the magical he also finds joy in others happiness but not at the expense of his own

how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ?

hes not even aware that there is a duality until its challenged much like how he promised that hextech would not be weaponized for viktors sake that he promised he would destroy the hexcore but didnt so its like a constant push pull and tug of war over the duality of constantly wanting better for the ppl he swore to make better vs not wanting to lose / helping those hes rly close to; a lot of has to do with his selfishness which if u argue with him hes not allowed to be because if he does hes ridiculed or reprimanded and is always second guessed by those of higher authority so when he makes those selfish desires its of his own pure choice whether or not theres severe consequences, he doesnt think he acts

how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ?

he wouldnt notice at first truly believing they rly see the good of what hes doing and taking that advice with stride; itd go over his head until those pieces slowly start connecting and at that point its been a little too late for him to properly react, just like above he would be angry and flabbergasted and annoyed at how he could fall for it and it makes it even worse ESP when that person is of higher standing and knows how to use their words to make it sound honeyed and knows how to tickle his brain to make the offer or statement think hes doing the right thing (but if u see him being emotionally manipulated by the machine herald dont tell him hes exactly where he wants to be)

does your muse lead others effectively ?

he might as well be a natural born leader, he demands attention when it the scenario demands it and he commands the room with bolster. uve seen it weve all seen it and since ppl are absorbed by the attention he holds he absolutely does hold them effectively but again hes a scientist theres a limit to what he can do but like ,, he doesnt want to be a leader here he is tho leadering but he cant be a leader in bed smh

how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ?

the opinions for others are constantly changing and his opinion can be swayed if the facts are shown plainly in his face for example zaun is not a priority of the right of its citizens and is a low priority but because viktor exists he forces himself to care however hes associated viktor with piltover for so long he forgets and sees the ppl of zaun as an enemy purely because thats what he was taught and then facing the reality that these ppl that are fighting are children which comes in with justice and mercy. its justice to fight back against the ppl coming from zaun but then the mercy that these are just every day ppl and children no less; this definitely goes above with facing the duality of oneself

its also like ,, VAGUELY MOTIONS HANDS AROUND doing what u have to and what u believe is right even if it tears a piece of ur soul out and mercy when u realize that ur in that position of power to those under him DOES THIS MAKE SENSE

is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ?

well i know u were probably waiting for this one but unlike viktor he is the jealous type but its not shown very well; he gets subtly irritated, he places things down heavier than hes meant to, theres an ache in his chest and being so selfish of no stay around me i want to hear ur voice but he only gets like this with ppl that he has a deep emotional bond with can u guess who but its mainly whenever viktor tries to seclude himself and recluse but it gets worse when he becomes the Defender:TM: and is actually jealous of viktors sexual partners the insecurity runs deep esp after he left to go back to zaun he definitely wouldnt feel things so strongly if that didnt happen BUT at the end of the day he can only blame himself for it

they are possessive not so much pre defender hes possessive more of his items and not ppl in particular thats just not how he rolls but the Defender:TM: is absolutely defensive link being possessive and jealous together and thats his vice but only when it pertains to viktor in particular absolutely possessive where he has inward thoughts of dont touch him, dont look at him etc call it yet another insecurity funny how jayce is very confident in himself and those around him but it all falls apart when he plays the role of the defender

ill be real i dont even think he even counts his obsession and possessiveness as a thing thats actually wrong with him doesnt even consider it if someone called him out for it itd be like 'what no im not' yes u are bro

how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

yeah he handles it quite well and with grace doesnt take them as personal attacks; he learns from them sure theres some doubt that lingers but if anything hes stubborn and will get up to try and try again until he gets it right and learns from it so hes a trooper just dont be rude in ur delivery and he wont be a bitch in reply

[officrnolen]

🔥🔥🔥 gimme a few

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

1.The intense hatred Maddie gets from the fandom is frankly incredibly bullshit and insane. If it was just because of the spy thing and being from Noxus, she wouldn't get half the amount of hate purely because of the existence of Ambessa. And a large part of that hate comes from her getting in the middle of CaitVi who were gonna be canon anyway people tripped way too hard.

2. EVERY SINGLE PERSON (minus probably Ekko and Isha) HAS DONE SOMETHING FUCKED UP. THEY HAVE. Whether they live in Zaun, Piltover, Noxus etc. They have. Accept it. My girl support martial law and nearly killed Caitlyn. It's true. And everyone else's muses have done something problematic as well. Accept it and move on.

3. A non Arcane thing, fancy graphics aren't the end all be all. They shouldn't dictate your experience. And people shouldn't look down on people for having simpler ones rather than these grand intricate graphics. It's dumb and elitist.

[mercless]

Lips peel back, a thin line of teeth across their face appearing in agreement. His study of them was expected, prepared for even the way the stranger tenses, but keeps their embered glare on the engineer, too. His additional limb was a sight. "Gladly." Unease washes over their shoulders and down their back, prickling their skin. The agonising passage of time and nothing to show of it was making them reckless. But they had to play the guest. And so Talon enters too quietly, peering around the workshop with whole body turns to keep Viktor in their peripheral.

"Wondered what the King would need a doctor for when I heard word," A winded exhale tries to play the part of a chuckle. "Wasn't all that aware of the materials you worked with, at first." Their glance flickers toward the workbench he had appeared from, looking for contraptions.

"How goes your work?"

viktor picks up one of the gears littering his workbench ; dulled, brass, it rolls across his knuckles as he considers the intruder. the demon—whether they know it or not—preys on the one thing viktor can still truly call his own: his curiosity. what could they want enough to seek him out and risk his master's ire? mordekaiser owes no favours — he only collects.

if they want a royal execution, who is viktor to deny them? ❛ … very well. it'll be your hide tied to the train tracks. ❜

heavy, dragging steps take viktor closer to the entrance, where he peers at the demon on his doorstep. he makes no effort to hide the way his gaze sweeps over their form, lingering on their arm, before the doctor takes half a step back and gestures for the other to enter. ❛ so? will you walk into my parlour? ❜ — said a spider to a fly.

[rcknrs]

" it is. " a grunt, dismissive and unperturbed by the macabre scene that was his bloodied frame. gruesome would be the first thought of many — followed by feelings of disgust, horror, disturb. any plethora of similar emotions. though rictus felt nothing. perhaps pity for the monumental failure of the stranger as they'd dragged themselves away, barely breathing, or a simmering delight with the opportunity to enact violence; something that, while not bred into him, had become a welcome comfort over the years. something that came to him as easy as breathing. no remorse weighed down burly shoulders, nor did regret hang heavy in his heart.

the act was more vicious than he would typically lean towards, quick and clean often being preferred: however a scene must be made. a display for all to see. divulging scornful gazes with the ruthless might of general medarda and her warband. if left unchecked, zaunites would grow comfortable in their belief of their capability for an uprising. a futile endeavour, and one that should be quashed before it has the opportunity to blossom.

always a man of few words, rictus' brow raises inquisitively at the man stood before him. posture languid in his confidence, he does not speak again, but the quirk of his brow is a silent question in itself: ' what do you want? '

" that's a lot of blood. " @toaugment

[mercless]

What are you the patron of?

patron saint of horror

you're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. the patron saint of comprehension, maybe. the patron saint of understanding. the patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. of seeing clearly. of not being able to look away.

tagged by: @gildedmatron . tagging: @fearsgod, @toaugment, @mistcursed, @carmencxgni, & you, if you wish .

[biolightning]

the good the bad the baffling, arcane s2 sure had it all! anyway, im probably gonna try to be here as well now that the rpc is bound to revitalise, but also i got mad and ended up making a viktor blog thats decidedly not arcane compliant if anyones interested lmao @toaugment

[ofweave]

gale is gonna be on a hiatus until [to be added] but while i still have the energy to care about smth, league and arcane writers may find me on my zeri blog @biolightning or viktor @toaugment.

[hextehc]

a warmth blossoms in his chest, the chalk slips free with little care as the pink tone raises higher upon his cheeks. suddenly the lab is just the background and all he can intake is viktor's face and the chill of the night. when he feels warmth caressing his cheek, it's instinctual with the way he immediately presses into it, eyes closing. warm... safe. arms wrap around his waist, fingers messing with the hem of viktor's vest and the backs of his pants. hardly even notices the way he's looking at him, tilting his face in a way to gently kiss at his palm, then working his way up his arm, shoulder, and pressing into his neck. doesn't do anything else, just inhales deeply and squeezes him tighter. he groans. head is still swimming and can barely form a coherent sentence but he tries anyways.

" mm'hm... got tired of tryin' t'be pawned off as a bachelor, " he mutters, nuzzling further into him. " salo kept tryin' to shove drinks into my hands and pressured me to drink them while talkin' about hextech. several glasses... i think. i can't quite remember. he found it too funny when i started to slur my words. asshole. " all the while, as viktor suspected, being shown around like a shiny prize the councilors had acquired. some potential sponsors had several genuine questions he was more than willing to answer, however others found him as someone to gain into family as a suitor. " i'm not some trophy. " he's huffing, accidentally speaking those thoughts out loud. he doesn't bother to correct himself. and he didn't even realize he started to gently sway them both, a small dance in their own private company.

dizzy and unfocused, eyes are finally open and half - lidded as he lets himself relax, head resting with a pleasant buzz. " mm... so what did you do while i was away? i saw you workin' on something. " then he grins, chuckling silently himself. " too distracted t'get those equations right. " deciding to change the topic, there's a question that lingers with far already knowing the answer but he can't help but ask anyways, voice quiet. " come with me to the next one. just the one. " @toaugment, continued from here.

[hextehc]

❛ would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I’ve done — the things I can’t undo? I am not the man you once knew. ❜ ik the cas and lare drafts keep piling up but this song is so Them 😔

another one of those days. should he be embarrassed that he retreats to zaun just to see an old partner, in multiple senses of the word. once originally coming down for illegal research and experimentation for hextech now turns to the visitations of one of its founders. ironic how things fall sometimes. now the mask is off and oh how he wants to say you're just as beautiful as the day i lost you. unfortunately, emotions for such as those were pushed right down because neither can house them for long; like a small sanctuary in a heavy snow storm, that isn't their home anymore. however, sometimes the fleeting words of love pass by each others lips, wrong words at the wrong time.

and so it goes, continuing for the future to come.

brows furrow, perplexed and surprised by the question. it was such an easy answer, he wondered why even viktor asked it in the first place. except, he doesn't say anything, lips pressing together. it's not as simple as a yes, but there's more to it. thoughts that haven't been processed and emotions that refused to be recognized, being blanketed comfortably in his own denial. right now was not the time to face them. his own wall has been built to protect that, having accepting it from long ago when they were both such successful scientists you couldn't see one without the other, not without himself making a constant, forceful reminder of viktors very existence and contribution. sometimes a hole gets poked through and some of those feelings flood into such grievance and nostalgia for what could be.

it was such an easy answer... and yet, why couldn't he? he looks towards viktor with a yearning he hasn't felt for anyone else, a plead that mirrors the past, and a softness that allowed itself still to fester. it's said in a way of please listen. he couldn't handle another rejection, regardless how well those walls were fortified. and even with all that's built to protect himself, and the heart that suffocated on his sleeve, it still bleeds from the eclipse beaming over the sun in the sky.

" viktor, i'd fall in love with you over and over if i could. any timeline that exists, i'd come and seek you out. my life isn't the same without you. " and maybe it was selfish to say it, but that's all he ever is, a selfish man. " who cares if you can't undo it? i'd give us anything to work together, in a lab, again. i miss you because you're you, no matter how many changes you make to your body or the pieces you try to separate from yourself less human. " then he exhales so deeply, like he's held a breath for so long, maybe in anticipation. who knows. " you're not the man i once knew sure but your name is still viktor, right? " eyes wander away from his face, the words caught in his throat for a moment. " as long as you still think of me, i'd love you. and even when you forget and push me away completely, i'd love you even then. i'll be pissed at you, sure but... " should he even be saying these things? this wasn't the time but this was good as any. there's no room for happy endings here, they both know this. perhaps, just for the moment, they can both be stripped from their titles of the machine herald and defender of tomorrow into something more vulnerable.

reality is waiting right outside the door, he just doesn't want to open it yet to let it back inside.

" maybe, in another world, i'll be right by your side down here or you stay with me in piltover until we grow old and make these cities a better place to live. " hands wring into one another, out of nervousness or becoming anxious, he's not sure. the bags under his eyes are darker than the past, some greys appearing in well kept hair, and beard trimmed, deciding to letting it finally grow out just a little bit. exhaustion is evident, both accustoming to constant demands and trying to push viktor back down to zaun whenever he infiltrates. he's rude now, impatient, insensitive, and haughty. all he wanted to do was a be a scientist and help people. then viktor came in and slowly changed his mindset to being unable to live life without him, hextech be damned. " you already know i'd do almost anything for you, loving you is just always at the top. kicking your ass is second. " it's a joke but his eyes don't meet it. his hand grabs viktor's metal one and presses his lips against the cold bite of it.

" and would you still fall in love with me regardless of what i did? i could've let you die but i didn't. i tried to keep up with the demands of the council and the attention of the lab, but i failed. and, besides, who else would challenge your ideals? no one in piltover and zaun — no, in all of runeterra, is as smart as us. " i fucked up, is what he wants to say but he bites it back. this isn't an apology. " and if i'm the only one that feels this way, so be it. " shoulders slump, letting his hand fall from his finger tips. " anyway, you asked, so i answered. " time to let reality back in and remind them what they both were: enemies, two people who could no longer see eye to eye. that thought no longer squeezes his heart to the point of bursting but there's an occasional mourning.

egotistical to think, probably, but even he knows that he won't leave viktor's head, even if he wishes he does. the feelings are mutual, so he adopts those instead. rub it in his face for what viktor can't and won't ever achieve. you won't ever get rid of me that easily, even if i have to come down to zaun and force a recollection. only when they're both old and grey will he let it slide but they're not yet. there's still time. " reprimand me, if you want. "

[hextehc]

the hexclaw, a utility tool turned into an instrument for violence — but ultimately, just another part of viktor's body, as attuned to his will as it is to his baser instincts and desires. right now it's curling around jayce's shoulders, almost nuzzling into the crook of his neck. viktor, engrossed in blueprints, is utterly unaware of the limb's actions.

another day away from lab, under the guise he's going to visit some scientist friends that he met at various galas previously and won't be back until the evening, if the morrow. maybe the council had already suspected where really he slinks off too but, if they have, they haven't hinted otherwise. he genuinely doesn't know how this happened, trying to get used to being alone, staring at a blackboard full of equations to once again to fast forwarding the visits to viktor's own lab in the depths of zaun. originally, the intent was to convince him, maybe try to see from his perspective as a way to sympathize with his situation. only except it turned to sneaking down in urgency for his company even if their current spoken language had far more bite and cruelty. anything to hear his voice and feel his touch, despite it usually resulting the hexclaw pinning his throat down ( a punishment he welcomes, ingests like it's a toxin ).

now, he's sitting next to viktor, actively intrigued by his schematics and half - finished experiments that lay upon the table. not much has changed in the way viktor observes and collects data and it's rather impressive on what he managed to accomplish. while they were all mainly weapons used to attack topside, he can't really be angry. no point in trying to talk him out of it, rather than looking at all the intricacies. however, upon feeling the feeling of cold metal press into his shoulder and brushing against his skin, shoulders stiffen as he peaks over to find that same aforementioned hexclaw being... affectionate. eyes widen, used to the violence it brings on his own body and not the softness, but he supposes that some machinery could express feelings. he fears that if he moves, the laser would immediately pierce into his body, angry. so he takes a glance back at viktor, seemingly too enraptured by his own blueprints to even notice. at least, he thinks so, anyways.

the seconds drag on where he thinks it's been hours, unsure of what to do or if he should even say anything; but he's never been afraid of viktor and finally he moves relaxing, the tips of his own fingers touching the claws. the hexclaw is attached to the conscious, right? how curious. there's a half - temptation to press into it as well but he doesn't exactly push his luck. instead, he touches the tips of it, intrigued and allowing the smallest smile form across his lips; he does speak out loud however.

" geez, v, miss me much? " because i, you.

[hextehc]

❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜ / collaborative era......... that chem-spill in zaun............ 🥺

" ... that's it, huh? " he obviously looks frustrated, foot tapping at a rapid pace and hand wringing a wrench that was the unfortunate victim in his stress test. there's a chance that things could get worse for viktor but he, himself, is not wholly unfamiliar with zaun either, so maybe? realistically, how much could change in the span a several couple years? in the end, zaunite's are citizens as much as everyone else, but there's that thought in the back of his mind to say it's not safe, the prejudice lingering despite. however, he knows that no amount of convincing nor persuasions will make him stay topside.

so, the only answer to this is: " then i'll come with you! "

his exclamation is sudden and near desperate, if it's not shown in the body, it's shown in widened eyes and how unconsciously tightly he squeezes the tool. this was the simplest solution, really. without sounding too eager, he takes a deep breath and tries again. " please... if you won't stay, then i'll come along. i can check it out as well, see if there's something i can do to help. " sure, things can be pushed to the back burner. the council will just have to deal with yet another delay. if this was important to viktor, this was important to him as well.

without hearing viktor's own counterarguments to mirror his own, he continues. " so, when are we leaving? — anything in specific we need to bring? "

[hextehcnsfw]

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜ early days... maybe...........

" v - viktor, " he's panting, cock laying half - hard and the evidence of his release from minutes before lay upon his stomach and chest. cheeks and neck are reddened, flush, and hot, using his arm to cover his eyes from the growing embarrassment. he's not a shy guy by any stretch of the imagination, absolutely confident in his stature and body where he doesn't hide. however, being under viktor makes him feel small but, oddly enough, he doesn't mind that. welcomes that feeling even though it's weird to accompany that. he whines, swallowing down another one that threatens to escape as he peaks under. he looks up, absolutely wrecked and pathetic, as viktor's own cock sits unmoving. he feels the fingers stroke up and down his thigh as a form of comfort, and of course he welcomes it, but he's growing rather frustrated.

" viktor, move. c'mon... " he shifts his hips but he doesn't waver and only makes his head throw back with a groan. " please. i'll beg if i have to. "

and @toaugment says so casually, ❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

pretty... he called him pretty.

he's not a shy guy by any stretch of the imagination, but hearing those sweet, honeyed words being said by viktor makes him suddenly scalding hot. whining, whimpering, his cock jerks at the praise as he refuses to look at viktor's face, far too embarrassed now. he wants to touch himself so bad but he keeps his hands secured, gripping the sheets so tightly. he trusts his partner, absolutely 100%, so he lets himself fall a little bit further out of his head. right now, he's just a beautiful thing to be played with, worshiped, and adored by his lover. now his cock is standing at attention, biting at swollen, reddened lips. " are you done looking? take a picture, it'll last longer. " he doesn't even have the energy to chuckle, feeling viktor shift and squeeze his thighs tighter. eyes roll back, moaning. " oh fuck, please. please fuck me. i need you so bad, i need to cum. " he can already hear those words: greedy, aren't you? you already came once and you want to cum again even though i haven't yet? tsk. yes, oh god yes he was greedy. as much as viktor would allow.

" a - and then you can sit on my face. use my mouth however you want. " looks like he's ignoring those pleading words, feeling cold finger tips draw idle shapes down his chest, through his drying cum, down his abs and stopping right above his cock. he clearly enjoys the view and it's killing him. he's never been a sexually patient guy, viktor knowing too well: but he's a good boy, and good boys do as they're told. " please touch me. you're so close. please, please, please — "

[hextehc]

another attack, the streets decorated in zaun's classic green smog can only mean one thing: the arrival of his (former) partner. he had pleaded with the council to let him handle viktor alone, no back - up was needed, or wanted, at all. they didn't trust him, assuming he would die if he were to come cross to cross with his partner and how could he only reassure them that he trusts viktor not to kill him and even if he did? — it's how he deserved to go out. all he held and represented were dead dreams and broken promises, something he still reprimands himself for. it's so easy to do, not when viktor is here to do it.

so he meets him, secluded no man from the police force or councilman themselves present. a burden of his own to bear. the hilt of the hammer is held loosely in calloused fingers but immediately tighten upon seeing him come along. oh, he tries to put on a face of indifference, but he's never been the kind of guy to hide what's feeling. brows are furrowed, yet eyes soft, yearning. there's frustration... maddening irritation vibrating underneath his skin. despite it all, he's happy to see viktor alive, and as well as he can be given the current circumstances. " viktor... "

time and time again he's begged, yearned, pleaded for his partner to back up to piltover. there's even an urgency and promise of the council forgiving him. it didn't give. ' i'm resigning from the council. i realized my place is here in the lab, with you. ' he had said, and said he did. it didn't give. even apologizing profusely for breaking his promise, of not weaponizing hextech. a stupid decision over all. viktor would understand. except he didn't. despite it all, it didn't give. his gut was dizzy, vomited at the thought of forcing himself to harm viktor, that nothing would ever be the same as it once was thanks to the decisions he made. he swore his heart burst straight from his rib cage, expanded so far it stopped his lungs and planted itself in his throat. nearly cried so hard he hyperventilated until he was hit to the present when a beam had brushed his throat in warning, and thus coming right back to his room with bruises and wounds that would last for several weeks.

it's only thing that he accepted this was the reality and he was going to fight to bring viktor back, even if included killing himself in the process. i'm sorry wasn't enough, something he'll have to live with. even as he tried rip the patch of his heart right off the sleeve, it stayed, even continuing to do so to this day. those feelings could easily be used against him and he's just waiting for the day. after mel returned to noxus, not even strangers touches could fill what viktor left behind, doesn't want to. it doesn't feel right. only viktor. it was only ever him.

i miss you. is what he says upon making infrequent visits to the undercity, face hidden in a cloak to at least see his face, hear his voice whether it was words of reprimand or just in time to try a newly made weapon and he be the perfect test subject. it doesn't usually end up him being kicked out but rather threatened, sometimes lingering touches if the moment so allows. he swears to bring him back, even as stubborn as viktor is, he'll figure it out one way or another.

so here they stand, face to face. he's long accepted the results of now, but it still doesn't hurt any less, just learned to cope better and hide its consequences. " if you really missed me that much, all you had to do was ask. " a poor attempt to jest, not even his own weak chuckle is believable. still, he keeps the weapon at the ready, gripping it so tightly, knuckles turned white. finally, he exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. his tongue weighs heavy in his mouth. " you already know what's going to happen, viktor. you need to leave before i make you. " even despite his request, his warning from previous encounters, he knows viktor won't go easy, so he'll make sure to return the favor. " you've caused enough damage. we still barely recovered the last time you tried to invade. " another step closer, this time more bold. " and i know you didn't bring more than your chemtechs to just talk. you were always a man of action, after all. "

the promenade level is a war zone. zaun's chemical smog creeps onward into piltovan territory, tangling with the acrid smoke of burning debris ; amidst the orange flames and green-black miasma, the high keen of hextech weaponry against the hiss and sizzle of chemtech ; he clashing and crashing of metal and bodies hitting each other.

from the chaos, a figure emerges. ignoring the enforcers and chem punks and automata around him, the machine herald stalks forward, pace measured as though he has all the time in the world. a body is flung across the air mere inches to his right—friend or foe, it matters not to viktor—and he doesn't even flinch.

when he stops, he takes a moment to gaze into the distance, at the golden-white piltover drawn against a clear blue sky. smoke creeps to the edges of his vision, greying the perfect picture ; behind his mask, viktor smiles.

he then drops his eyes forward, drawn by a force stronger than magnetism, a pull as inevitable as gravity : the man who stands between viktor and his prize a sight as expected as it is inconvenient, the hammer held aloft in his hands as intimately familiar to the herald as the claw that curls over his own shoulder like a serpent readying to strike.

« i see the council is letting their man of progress play defender today. »

they're about to make their divorce everyone's problem smh / sc. / @hextehc

[toaugment]

#toaugment ( verb ) : to make something larger, stronger, or more effective by adding something to it

an independent & selective viktor of league of legends and arcane, as heralded by lare. canon - divergent and 21+. credit 1/2

[hextehc]

* █ prologue: golden boy, the naked center of its limelight, despite its blinding beam and scarce shelter to prevent camouflage. chapter 01: paragon of progress, developer of the future and determined to save lives for the common man both above and below. chapter 02: defender of tomorrow, protect the people with ones own inventions to fight back threats that hover over the city, ever the object and pursuer of obsession.

#hextehc, canon divergent and heavily headcanon - based JAYCE TALIS. arcane based adapted into his original lore with legends of runeterra influences. does not follow season 2's storyline. arcane / riot games critical. spoilers will be present and tagged. i write jayce as an aro - spec bisexual latino man from the freljord. trigger warnings for suicide idealization and body horror. 21+ only. some verses include baldur's gate iii, final fantasy xiv, and more. nsfw sideblog. … partnered with @toaugment & @wistrea.

( the analysis of a man who: ) got lost in the blackened fog of personal morals and principles, suicidal thoughts as tv static, obsession itself is rotten to the core and your very core is rotten, love at its center is not only the essence of life but the base of destruction, including a man of many flashy titles; frankenstein being the newest, both forbidden and curious.

before we start, i have really bad adhd along with several symptoms of autism that it makes it really difficult to get things started / done such as writing out verses, metas, and replies / starters / asks. all i ask is patience. if you don't like constant ooc being put on the dash then maybe this blog isn't for you. thank you!

typical rp etiquette here is a must. i'm busy irl so i don't have the time that i used to. this blog is on permanent low activity; primarily active on the weekend. duplicate friendly, however i will not follow first for your own comfort. if it makes you comfortable to block, go ahead. i only follow those that have an intent to write with me. i rarely follow first and when i do it's selective af. i have my own list of fandoms that i will not interact with, even on multimuses, which are: attack on titan, any viziepop media, and very seldom anime and marvel. i will not follow if you don't have your name and age in your bio.

try not to format too heavily with me, especially when it comes to multiple spacings between words. i can't read your reply. ):

meme prompts that are reblogged is done the intent to be turned into threads, which is the best way to get something started with me. i don't make starter calls anymore / will rarely ever do them.

just because i have mains of certain muses doesn't mean you're not allowed to follow with the same muse. the more the merrier! however, i don't want to feel like i'm added to a collection. if i see that you're writing with more than several jayce's already, i will not follow back.

i'm not here to ship (not to say it won't happen i'm definitely open to it), but more so to analyze jayce's character and develop relationships that the show didn't have time to explore and beyond.

i've got my issues with the show and the writers behind it so i will talk about it, particularly in season 2. i can enjoy the content and still be highly critical of its delivery and topics of discussion. if you prefer not to see it, you know where the block button is. i'm born a hater and i'll die a hater. jayce is my oc now, thank you. i apply a lot of horror concepts (cosmic and body horror to name a few) to this character and as such will be tagged. i have a lot of thoughts and i want to yap about them, mainly to go off of what other people have said or my own headcanons.

i'm a long time league of legends player on na. if you want to add me, hit me up. <3 thank u for reading this. xoxo

[svellsongur]

the impossible paradigm of everwinter, the gods' smite against man's hubris . as it has been for days past, there is nowhere to go but north. the blizzard forces forward march into the depths of cold, humbling even the hardiest warriors of countless summers. she herds her people from the beating wardrums of the mountains, into the claims of the forgotten boreal. the boy knows the freljord anciently, its heartbeat in his ears. yet he weathers the storm, the tempest fierce and the snowfall heavy. it is the promise of a heartsong and a voice on the winds ( nunu, nunu ! my little hero. ) which steadies their course, until the journey grows long, and his guardian seeks shelter for the night.

the inky blackness of the night's cavern offers little courage. creatures skitter in the night, deeper into refuge . nunu reaches for the eldtinna in his pack and creeps along the shadows for kindling. willump busies himself at the aperture, chasing off scavengers, which find easy prey in travelers. soon does the yeti resign itself to the discomfort of their shelter, eager for morning's light.

he hears it before he sees it: whirring fans & the clang of metal. another stray, fearless in starvation ? all at once, he rises. it stinks of death, of man, of magic hammered and fired and shaped into something aberrant. even the dread things which stir in the howling abyss, he knows, are not this. there is little keeping him from tearing the abomination to shreds before it might start upon him, and then ... " whoa. what the heck is that ? " as he approaches, the boy might make out the glow of something human, and is greeted with the glint of steel in its stead. a growl . nunu creeps closer despite its warning. " that's not a monster, willump. it's a robot ! "

north - west into the heart of noxus. bitter clouds gather to the forefront of viktor's mind as he thinks back to his original intention upon leaving zaun ; an expedition to garner support and resources, discover some edge in the war empire that would allow him to tip the scales in the undercity's favour against piltover.

yet somehow his travels have taken him impossibly far, way farther north than he should ever have come, drawn in by tall tales of magic and demi - gods. the harsh icy winds of the freljord tear into viktor, its teeth nothing like the cold that gnawed at his bones in the fissures of zaun. every bit of machinery in him is running past capacity to generate heat against the elements, fighting off frostbite and hypothermia.

he really hopes that this isn't where and when he discovers that the hexcore is, in fact, a finite power source.

after what feels like hours of wandering in the snow, he finally comes across a cave. he lingers at the mouth, using the hexclaw to melt some ice into water ; he blames his exhaustion for not noticing that the cave is already occupied until he stumbles further in, very nearly splashing the massive lump of white fur with the gently steaming travel kettle swinging in the claw's grasp.

❛ —ah. ❜

he is a city boy do NOT take him hiking in the wilderness / sc. / @svellsongur