#futures-hero

[ladybuvelle]

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How about two people sharing a self care day together, then?

<But who would do that?>

[the-piltovian-inventor]

((Tell me your fav Jayce blogs, I need inspiration ;P

//all of theeemmmmmm theres so many good ones. ahhh

[ekkq]

@futures-hero

im proud????

they probably think you’re gross too, what now old man

[baronvoltage]

Out of curiosity, where does Volkage purchase his clothing? Is it from Piltovan tailors, Zaunite ones, or something different altogether like blends of Shuriman fabrics?

He has his own tailor - a man with his unique needs can’t afford not to have one. Definitely someone from Zaun, I somehow can’t imagine Piltovian tailors to have much experience with augmented people. They’d probably struggle with fitting the popular designs around his mods and they’d definitely take offense to working from given material which is kind of crucial for Volkage.

The fabrics his clothes are made of always have high resistivity to electricity and are at least somewhat magic proof, because his weaponry uses lots of lighting and some of his innate magic and neither is good for your health if it backfires. Expensive, but for all the wrong reasons as far as Piltovian tailors are concerned.

His job being what it is, most of his clothing is also expected to be acid proof, fire resistant and in case of his more durable, bulkier coats, somewhat bulletproof and knife resistant. That’s a tall order for something that should look more fashionable than a pair of asbestos gloves. Good thing magic and hextech exist.

He owns a few pieces of actually luxurious clothing, but they are wasted on him, really. They come in two variations: made to the extremely rare occasion when he is with a trusted group and tries to impress (like a family dinner with the Arvinos) or the “I’m staying in my apartment not going anywhere and I will wear the most comfortable shit ever, if you come visit on your head be it“ kind. In the case of the latter, he tends to wear them as long as humanly possible.

The first time Sofia saw him wearing a cashmere sweater it was an old, faded thing, mended multiple times over and she almost fainted from the horror.

[thegoldendemon-blog]

👊 (Fist me)

YOUR MUSE. | ACCEPTING

Jayce may not be stupid, but he is far from wise.

Numbers and calculations are concrete things. The Defender of Tomorrow knows them all: every last equation, every last problem, every last algebra suite like the back of his hand. They are consistent. He can get them to work the way he wants them to. They lift and he plugs in, poring over one blueprint after another. Most of all: they don’t talk back.

It could be said that Piltover’s hero isn’t a people person. That’s not true, at least by way of Jayce-- he isn’t a dumb people person, and unfortunately, his work is rife with the dumb and the idiots and the morons and the-- well, whichever.

The only way into Jayce’s heart is through the mirror. 

Just don’t set the bar too high.

[ladybuvelle]

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wow cant believe theyve got one collective brain cell between the two of them

<If I’m dating you and you can hear me, who’s flying the plane?!>

[ladybuvelle]

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Self care? That’s always important.

<It’s always self care if you’re the only one who cares for yourself.>

[ladybuvelle]

Jayce approaches Sona with his hands hidden behind his back, a small smile incessantly fighting to overtake the corners of his mouth through a giddy silence. When he moves his arms forward, he presents her with two things-- a gilded envelope containing two tickets to a concert in the entresol, and a peacock-feathered cat's toy. "So you have an excuse to come see me again. Clef too."

Though she was sure he couldn’t ‘hear’ her, Sona’s thoughts had a habit of spilling out anyway. Truly he’d surprised her! What a kind and thoughtful set of gifts. Even for Clef! It was enough to make her eyes shine with the beginnings of happy tears.

Because she couldn’t just say ‘thank you’, the next best thing her emotions allowed was a tip-toed hug around his shoulders. She was rather short by comparison, and her arms pulled him down just a little to better match her height. She wished she could tell him ‘Happy Snowdown!’, or that ‘Clef will love this! But it’s almost too pretty to give him!’, but sadly... it was never that simple.

her thoughts lamented, letting him go eventually.