#councilrot

[hexcoreism]

@councilrot​​ inquired:  [Jayce] Our library access is unlimited, but you're the only one I'm checking out-

    it’s astounding how casual his lab partner can make something like that sound. a pick up line, at its core, if viktor had gotten it correctly, but aside from the tiniest smile -- an amused expression -- there’s little to signal jayce that it’s had any effect on him.

        “ tell me, jayce -- did that ever work on anyone before? “

[hextechdreamed]

[Jayce] A card and sweets are left next to a big blitzcrank teddy bear for him to find in his lab.

{⚙️}: Viktor hadn’t even noticed the days passing, blurred by sleepless nights in the lab. Time just sort of… stopped mattering after 72 hours and three— four?— pots of coffee. Make that five, now, though it had yet to be drained.

Making his way back into the room, carrying his overused Man of Progress mug, filled to near-spilling with coffee so overloaded with cream and sugar that it barely constituted as coffee anymore, Viktor wandered wearily back towards his desk. He stopped, however, when he noticed the display set upon it. For a moment, all the inventor can do is blink, taken aback by the sight— not so much by the card and the sweets, but by the stuffed doll that looked uncannily like a certain golem. Was that custom-made?

Stepping forward, Viktor picked up the card, golden eyes scanning over what was written inside. A faint, lopsided smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and he gave an amused huff. Jayce. How endearing…

Perhaps he could take a quick break for a few sweets with his coffee.

[hextechwizkid]

[Jayce] A bouquet of Hyacinth, Lavender, and Pink Bluebells gets handed to him, for commitment, long life, and everlasting love.

|| @councilrot ||

Firstly, he doesn't know the language of flowers. Between their high cost point in Zaun, his own consumption with the sciences and no one to usually need to express through flowers to, the thought that he should know anything about them beyond what they were never crossed his mind. Ever.

So when Jayce hands him a bouquet of flowers, he's not sure what to think. He knows what he feels: flustered, charmed and hopelessly endeared. Regardless of what it was, his dear friend got him a gift, and he'd treasure it for as long as he could. How could he not feel adoration?

"Thank you." He presses his nose gently to a stall of lavender, happy to take in it's smell. "What's the occasion?"

This boy really didn't know, but he's happy to enjoy his gift in the meantime.

[loyaltyearned]

HEY LOSER

HELL YEAH!!

[poisonedpowder]

@councilrot​ asked:

‘ how did they find your weakness? ’

Injury Meme

   “Oh, ya know, I yelled it out to them right before we fought. I was like, ‘hey, you’ve got a better chance if you knock the guns out of my hands,’ just for the hell of it,” She snapped before lifting her injured arm a bit too fast for the state it was in though she ignored the visible wince it caused, “Or maybe they saw these noodle arms and figured it out themselves.” 

   She’d probably feel guilty about being this snappy with him later, it wasn’t his fault this happened, but she was still fuming from the fight itself. It had been a long time since she lost in a fight and it brought up all kinds of feeling that were better left dead. 

   Even her explanation was a bit weak, as Jinx had long learned to make up for lacking strength with speed and agility--- but this time was different. They weren’t the usual suspects. She had heard muttered words here and there about some random group making a name for themselves. She hadn’t thought much of it, didn’t really care. She cared now. 

   "Rest assured, despite... catching me off-guard, they didn’t cause any other problems-- and I’ll make sure they don’t cause any next time.” 

Seems like it was time for an upgrade in her array of weapons.

[hextechwizkid]

@councilrot​

I DO. ESPECIALLY THERE. THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB BASICALLY SAYING “no, fall in love with viktor” WITHOUT HAVING TO RELY ON THE USUAL TROPES!!!

It’s so good. Still makes my heart do the good ol’ fashioned dokis.