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#TACHYTELIIC. independent, private, and very selective Jayce Talis of Riot / Fortiche's Arcane. mutuals only. as forged by wraith ( he/him, 21+ ).

i. VERSES ii. PROMPTS iii. RULES

a study in— forging your own path. chasing truths. the risks to naïvety. shared dreams. trial and error. making mistakes. evolution. redemption. keeping promises no matter the cost.

quantum entanglement: @vaarsal

#arcane rp #jayce talis rp #pinned post.#( this blog is still a WIP )#( updated 12.30.24 )#( pinned post graphics and formatting by vesthnik )

Like this for a lil starter

#ooc #something smol while my brain resets #sorry the lmao state of the world has me in constant spiral lately

seazico

I need to see Jayce's tears.

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.#『 verse: the commune 』#( that thread )

metalpensive

ogh my fucking god man.

#『 verse: the commune 』#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.

tachyteliic

[ cont. from x @vaarsal ]

You should have.

Three words burn in his bloodstream like venom. The day Viktor left— it hurt. It still hurts. Jayce has had to face his mistake every single day. He’s had to use his regret as fuel for weeks. His former partner’s face is impassive, and Jayce feels the resentment bubbling to the surface. He grits his teeth to keep himself silent, heartbeat thundering beneath scars and muscle. Jayce tips his face down, messy hair falling forward. Gaze like melted honey, beautiful and burning, still peering up at Viktor.

“I should have done more. Known more.” Talis agrees quietly, broad shoulders heaving with each heavy breath. His knuckles whitening as they grip the hilt of his hammer. You set us on this course, Jayce. You.

The words burn on contact— it’s acid poured down his spine, fire through his nerves and bones. The noise he makes is something between a sob and a crack of anger. Jayce snarls back, tone drenched in bitter resentment that doesn’t quite reach glassy eyes. “You aren’t fucking faultless here, Viktor. I made my mistakes and I’m trying to correct them. I’m going to keep my promise to you. I’m not going to fail you— not again.”

And he lifts the hammer— magic charged by runes flashes within. The head shifting, breaking apart to prepare for a fierce and violent blast.

vaarsal-deactivated20250411

The look Viktor gives him is one of pity, expression softening for a mere fraction of a second before he falls back to impassive emptiness. This affection he felt, that he still feels - it burns in his chest like a raging fire. This weakness, because he can think of it as little else, is so unforgiving. It takes everything he has to will it away, even as Jayve raises his weapon against him. Viktor waits, pale eyes glittering with the swirling color of the volatile magic within the hammer. "By all means, Jayce. Correct your mistake." Viktor gestures to himself, leaning into his staff. He wonders if he will. He wonders just how far his partner is willing to go to fix things. The Commune members, once gathered like soldier bees hovering around their queen at the threat of danger, now turn to leave in their strange, synchronized union. Viktor's mind is calm, a lake in a windless valley. He turns away ( for the second time ). He hears it more than he feels it, the sudden discharge of magic that clips his side, tearing away at flesh and searing bone, burning the skin where it doesn't take from it. Fuzzy insistence washes over Viktor as he crumples to the ground, touching his blistering skin with fingers that feel detached from his body. He cannot comprehend the raw bone, the blood so dark it looks black, the parts of him that spill out onto the ground and stain the beautiful flowers. All he sees, all he is aware of, is that the Commune members are suddenly swarming Jayce like ants. They seek to disarm him, to hold him still - but they're disorganized. Viktor isn't focused, his mind feels heavy, he doesn't think he has much life left in him. He's proud of Jayce, deep down. A man of progress indeed.

tachyteliic

The second his weapon discharges the deadly blast; his stomach sinks and instant regret taints his every thought. Jayce’s eyes are wide, he doesn’t turn away from his attempt at redemption as the blast barrels toward Viktor. He stops breathing— awaiting the impact. Seconds feel like minutes, time stretches and Jayce’s knees buckle. The hammer drops from his grip, standing upright as the heavy head hits the ground.

Correct your mistake.

The commune members seem to accept Viktor’s fate, leaving in union. An acceptance Jayce has yet to master. Wide eyes stare in horror, reflecting the magic between them. I won’t fail you.

A violent burst of arcane clips Viktor’s side and Jayce sinks to his knees— knowing his miss was intentional. A last-minute shake of his hand, a seed of doubt and lingering affection. Viktor crumbles to the ground in pieces like weathered stone. A sob shakes though Jayce’s body and he clutches his chest as if trying to stop his affection from bleeding out amongst Viktor’s gore. He shifts to his hands and knees, crawling and dragging himself across the floor toward his former partner.

Before he can make it to Viktor, the commune members swarm. They’re inefficient, running into each other, trying to poorly grip at him, they seem disoriented. The ones that are successful at leaning down to grab Jayce get met with a fist to the face or a rough shove. When one is hit, it’s like they’re all hit. They seem to fail to reorient themselves after the assaults.

When he makes it to Viktor, Jayce scoops him up in his arms. He pulls him into his lap, cradling him to his chest. The Man of Progress holds Viktor while he bleeds out in his arms (for a second time). Tears stream down his dirty cheeks, speckling his former partner’s face. “I’m sorry,” he chokes out between weak sobs. “You deserved better.” He pets Viktor’s hair back, pushing mismatched strands away from his face. “Better than this— better than me.” Jayce’s shoulders slump and he curls in, forehead coming to press to Viktor’s.

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.#『 verse: the commune 』#(oof man)

arcanegifs

#ARCTOBER DAY 5: Legacy ↳ "You have to destroy it. The Hexcore. You have to. Please. Promise me."

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.

I’m so sorry if you’re seeing me refollow you— I don’t know how I’m not following some people I’ve been following?

Or people I recently followed??

Unless I’ve been soft blocked— if that’s the case please hard block me so I don’t follow back again

#ooc #im not entirely sure what happened unless its been mobile accident but I never had confirmation pop up for unfollows so???#or unless it’s soft blocking in which case im sorry #for the refollow #there’s literally been 5 people so far what the fuck

inanotherunivrse

in another universe i’m able to save you

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.

shuploc

Loyal knight, Sir Talis

#( .. stares at spec )#( hand out )#( what if we had another au—— )

hajizomenoise

Zaun vik and Jayce

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.#『 verse: zauntie au 』#( ayyyy )

transthatmasc

Ugh I don’t have time to write the fic yet so here’s what keeps bonking around my brain

Jayce becomes Viktor’s internal monologue for taking care of himself and his chronic issues.

It takes months of observation before Jayce starts piping up when he knows Viktor is doing something that will cause him pain later.

First it’s just big things— moving him to the couch when he falls asleep on the desk. Getting him a rolling stool and then making him sit on it when he’s spent too long standing at the chalk board.

Then it becomes smaller things. When Viktor has his bad leg bent across his other knee, twisting his back and hip and leg all in the wrong direction, Jayce will come over with a chair and a pillow to prop it on. Jayce clears all of the top and bottom shelves in the lab, only having things that are within Viktor’s normal range of motion. He tuts when ever he hears Viktor get up to go across the lab briefly without his cane, not even looking up as he goes “nuh uh” until viktor sighs and picks the damn thing up. “It’s only 12 steps, Jayce, I can go 12 steps” “you make that walk 25 times a day. It’s adds up.” He’s even started setting an alarm for 2 pm every day where he makes them both stop and do stretches to combat the stiffness of sitting and writing for hours on end.

Slowly, viktor’s internal voice that tries to remind him that something he’s doing will make him hurt later shifts to sound like Jayce. “Be nice to yourself, V” “that’s gonna hurt later, don’t do that” “if you leave your leg like that you’ll have a hard time walking home.” Even things that Jayce has yet to see, like the correct configuration of pillows on his bed, the way that he has to lay his arms so that his back doesn’t tweak in his sleep, start getting corrected in his mind with a “nuh uh” instead of the usual “whatever”

By the first anniversary of their meeting, every thought he has that encourages him to be kind to himself comes in Jayce’s voice, Jayce being so synonymous in his mind with the desire to treat himself well and be mindful of his limits. Jayce has no idea how much of viktor’s routine now consists of choices fueled by the thought that Jayce would be disappointed if he knew he was doing something that would cause him pain later all because Jayce can’t help but love viktor until he loves himself.

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.#( SOBS )#( ayo what the fuck spec )

amikoroyaiart

Long council meetings.

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.#[ in science there is only a queue ]#( is this what you were just talking about HAHA )#( not me grabbing it from the queue )#( my brain went fhfhfhbf )

amikoroyaiart

Nobody said it was easy

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.#( stares at that one thread )#『 verse: the commune 』

lay with me. be with me.

a meme || @vaarsal

A palm to his eye and Jayce curses under his breath, rubbing with dejection. He pinches the bridge of his nose, mutters something else under his breath (inaudible calculations don’t fix themselves inaudible inaudible) and runs his fingers through his hair. Jayce takes the piece of paper, crumples it up and tosses it across the room. It hits the chalkboard with a soft noise before falling into the growing pile.

Lay with me. Be with me.

It snaps Jayce from his fixation. Viktor’s words spoken so softly, like a siren’s whisper. Jayce obeys without a second of hesitation. He crosses the room to the couch his partner’s lounged on; leg propped up on a pillow. Cane carefully balanced against the arm. Sinking to his knees in front of the sofa, he hooks an arm into Viktor’s and presses his forehead gently against his side. Jayce nuzzles his face into Viktor, breathing deep.

His other hand wanders down, calloused fingers working to unfasten the buckles and straps of Viktor’s leg brace. Jayce nuzzles his way down to his partner’s hip, nosing against clothes, littering small kisses as he trails south. Each touch is soft, almost reverent and fueled by his affection. “Let’s get this off then.”

#∞ vaarsal ⇾ in every timeline.#『 verse: canon s1 』