hi mr talis i found this real image of you and viktor do you mind explaining yourself
It may appear to be a real image, but if you look closer, it’s actually a convincing forgery. You can tell because my pecs are much larger than this in person.
This time around, Jayce never quite stabilized Hextech
Other rp blog as @abysmal-viktor
the blorbos meet
What happened to Jayce?
On the day of the break-in at his loft, an explosion elicited one casualty. His fate was far worse--both from his illicit experimentation of the Hextech crystals and the murder of a minor...and he was banished to Stillwater.
Now he sits in his cell, stripped of his titles, in the lowest depth's of the prison. In isolation. He navigates his way through hostile inmates and abusive enforcers, developing a thick skin against anyone who crosses his path.
Although...every now and then, he wonders. If he had been able to receive support to stabilize the stone, and if the girl from Zaun had never perished. What could have been?
Rules are simple
1. Ask me anything (OC, rp, hcs, etc)
2. NSFW asks are welcome BUT
It doesn’t mean I tolerate harassment
3. Age appropriate questions only
Tags
All asks - #stillwater asks
#headcanons
Bout the Mun
Mun is 32 (an old coot) and it's important to reiterate there WILL be some nsfw content. As it is impossible to tell, honor system is those do not interact or send asks that are inappropriate for their age.
Still learning as I go - terminology and etiquette or other rp related knowledge is still a little new to me. Please feel free to reach out if there’s something I can correct or clarify!
My other blorbos
My mainfic is Arcane’s most esteemed rare-pair (I’m totally not biased) Scar and Steb 🦇🐠 I obviously have to plug it in here. Ongoing longfic.
Themes of war, politics, morality, character studies, exploration of differing points of view (aka respecting the characters, their dimensions, and the stories they tell), obviously lurve and some smut. This fic is ALL up in Firelight business.
Sky woke to an empty apartment the next morning. Jayce had stayed the night on her couch.
They had shared a humble meal of pasta and sauce. Had shared their worried thoughts. Sky had held Jayce as he cried and exhausted himself.
She had reluctantly pulled away from her dearest friend and retreated to her own bed.
Circling the couch, she found that he had folded the blankets and reset the cushions. A sad smile came to her lips. Always so polite…
The woman went through the same daily morning routine: breakfast, preparing for the day ahead, feeding Kiki, and then heading to work. Arriving at the lab, however, was different. It was quiet.
Oddly so.
"Viktor?" She called. Nothing. No wafting scent of tea. Jayce's smelly breakfast choice or haul from the bakery. No fumbling request to fetch a document before a 'good morning' was said.
Nothing.
She set her belongings on her desk and walked through the workshop. Was her alarm early? Were the clocks set back, and she didn't know? She checked the time and found that she was on time.
"Jayce?" Her voice trembled with growing worry, a knot of fear tightening in her chest.
Did…did something happen? A surge of panic shot through her, the thought of the worst-case scenario looming ominously in her mind.
Jayce pulls on the last of his new pair of boots, wiggling his toes within its ill-ventilated interior, and cracks his neck. Despite spending much of his morning and afternoon bent first over his increasingly irrelevant dissertation, then over his considerably more interesting “independent study” research, Jayce feels energized and only marginally nervous.
“You try going across the river?” Art had asked when Jayce bemoaned the cost of copper. “Stuff comes cheap.”
”You mean the Undercity? I don’t know. Are you sure it’s… safe?” Jayce had replied, eyebrow lifting, thinking back several years ago to his rebellious teenage ventures, embarrassing trips which only took him within the outskirts of the place.
“Not really, but I hear they sell scrap metal for crazy cheap. I can’t remember the place my buddy mentioned, but I’ve heard The Last Drop - some bar - is a good place to start. Kind of the main watering hole down there, used to outsiders.”
”I’ll think about it,” Jayce had replied, scratching the back of his neck.
”I thought you had your prototype built?” Art had asked, hands on his hips, head cocked to the side. “Just how behind are you, Talis?”
”Ah, just some independent research. I might shift the direction of my dissertation, I don’t know. I’ll - I’ll talk to you about it later, alright? Anyway, gotta go, Arty. Thanks a lot.”
And now Jayce is here, wearing what increasingly seemed to him a poor disguise - his Academy uniform peaking out of a new hooded cloak - taking a seat at a bar well-worn and buzzing, populated by figures tattooed and suspicious. He sits, looking up from his hood, and eyes liquors familiar and exotic alike. Some seem to contain creatures frozen in time. He wonders if people actually drink from the bottles, or if the display is simply some macabre display appreciated by whoever owns the place. @houndunderground
Jayce needs to kiss Viktor. kiss him on his soft lips, on his beauty marks, on his beautiful godsdamned eyes that Jayce wants to drown himself in.
And Jayce will
Never
Ever
Ask.
Nope
Jayce will not be asking nor will Jayce be forcing it because Jayce fucking Talis doesn’t get to kiss the genius across the room from him he doesn’t get to kiss the person who saved his life he doesn’t get to.
So he stays silent and watches and watches and sits in his pathetic puddle of aching need for someone he’s convinced himself could never want him like that.
The multiverse (tumblr) is vast and full of Jayces but which is your Jayce? Have you found him yet? If not, when you do, will you ask him to be your Jayce? 💍
(Feel free to answer as Viktor or the blog mod 😁)
(I am happy to interact with the multiverse of Jayces! However, my Viktor is ignorant of multiple timelines and of his future with the Hexcore. I have been publicly writing a long-form story with a wonderful Jayce; hopefully, that storyline continues. So, I am not sure that I yet have an "official" Jayce, but if someone sticks out as having similar sensibilities to mine, I'll definitely ask! I am looking for someone over 21 who runs a blog style similar to mine and who is fairly active. And, of course, we have to mesh well!)
