#rose-esque

[ardentglory]

YALL G  ONNA MURDER MY ASS  I L O VE YOU???

[propugnatori-a]

okay but i really love all the work you put into jayce, all the headcanons you've done for him and all the discussions we have when it comes to our muses. your jayce will forever have a place in my jhin's development no matter what, and you alone, made me appreciate jayce as a character and made me love him so damn much, curse you.

anonymously tell me what you think of my character portrayal | @rose-esque​ or i mean, @ mysterious anonaccepting.

i’m honestly so happy you don’t find my Incessant Meta(TM) annoying because i can probably go a little overboard on it now and then, FDJMVCNVC. but real talk, i’m always super happy to make people enjoy the dumbass my muse is. 

[propugnatori-a]

what are the things that make your muse tick ? what does his temper look like and has it changed over the years or has it remained the same ?

send me questions about jay | @rose-esque | accepting, always.

this is an interesting question!jayce’s temper has grown more stable as he ages. he was known for being very quick-tempered during college days and while he hasn’t abandoned some of his old ways ( his arrogance is still in place; it might’ve even grown in some aspects given he’s now of great importance to the public eye ), having to deal with public attention so often made him less mercurial as there is a behavior that is expected of him. the juggling between his public persona and who he truly is has taught him a bit of patience, though he’s not above relapsing now and then. certain people with certain questions that he deems unintelligent might have him falling down the relapsing line very fast.

( more under the cut because oh boy, this got long. )

as for what makes him tick, it’s his ease and need to excel at whatever he does and takes seriously. he’s always been the best at what he chose to do — as his very lore says, “everything jayce touched put his contemporaries to shame”, and it’s that feeling he chases, in a sense. it’s also why he’s mostly only truly devoted to his work on a personal level. he cherishes every tiny bit of detail about it, from the academia decorum ( his last preferred bit, but one he’s learned with ease to adapt to ) to the way he organizes his workshop. he has no family and no personal friends, the latter mostly due to his own way of dealing with people given he’s found easier to keep them at distance than to let them in. most people fail to entertain conversations with him that he does not deem as shallow, petty or uninteresting, too, which only adds to the chasm between him and, well, people as a whole. 

( it’s worth noting that while he’s lonely out of his own making and has long grown used to it, it hardly means he’s fully comfortable with it. it’s something that he’s aware of and vaguely would like to fix, but doesn’t really put much effort on it.)

it’s not easy to try to convince him that what he dedicates himself to isn’t good or impressive, either, given he knows the value and level of his work. he’s confident on his level of skill and always searching betterment for it. part of why he chases perfection so badly may be rooted on the fact he always had expectations on him, from the clan that took his guardianship and expected only his best results from his colleagues in college and academia that would  undoubtly love to point out any misstep of his, given how often he’s done the same in less than amicable ways. 

his work as the defender, however, doesn’t really hold up the same importance because he’s always been aware he’s not a people person, which would’ve been a requirement for him to be perfect for the role. he’s also not chosen that mantle for himself, but instead had it inflicted onto his life by media and his clan’s demands. those aren’t shoes that fit him well and he doesn’t mind it so much knowing that he’s not falling short on something that was a choice of his. of course he still tries to keep his image intact and plays the role accordingly, but as it is, on his book being the city’s hero is more of a personal burden than something he considers an achievement.

[techmaturgist-blog]

rose-esque 

Targonian Jayce more like the Aspect of Pettiness.

finally one i could relate with

Targonian Jhin, Aspect of “””Art”””.

[propugnatori-a]

' you better not die on me. '

injured / bleeding starters | @rose-esque | accepting.

one pale hand holds the bleeding, gaping wound on his naked midsection in place. what seeps from him is a strange mixture of oil and blood, signaling that his augmented innards had been damaged by his attempt of self-discovery. it was a miscalculation, mostly, that led him to where he was now, and he hadn’t expected jhin to come back from this mission so soon — especially not to a version of him whose stomach was torn open. the glow of red eyes fail for half a second as his system seems to hiccup ( too much stimuli, he figures, the pain and the survival instincts quicking in something fierce, making his head spin ), he growls under his breath, voice rich with static. “no, i can’t die because of...—not because of this. been through,” he cuts himself off for a moment as he grabs the box of medical supplies off of his worktable, a rush inlaid in his actions. he opens it as he continues to speak, finding gauze, a bottle of antiseptic, thread and a sterilized needle to put it aside for later use. “--worse, jhin. i told you.”

he stands up, grimaces at the spike of pain that goes through him, and shakes his head. “you should leave. things are bound to get... ugly, and while i know you can deal with blood and gore, i need---” he hisses, the first effects of blood loss forcing him to hold onto the edge of the workshop’s table to stand up straight. he doesn’t want jhin to see this, to witness further the sort of aberration he’s becoming. 

progress, what is he doing? 

“--a little... privacy, if you will.” he looks at his lover with tired, almost pleading eyes. while he knows the virtuoso has every right to be concerned right now, if he is as rational a man as the usual, he’d know it it is time to step back.

[wasthevirtuoso-blog]

feel, fear ?? :)

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

 in a way, the touch of someone he trusts is the best reminder that he is in fact alive. he isn’t dead. he isn’t a vengeful ghost, risen from the grave to finish business. he isn’t the demon he enacted so many times, and... who in due time, became him. after all, soulless husks had a tendency of becoming hosts to LEGIONS OF DEMONS. 

no, the touch of a lover reminds him of home. it reminds him that he is a man, made from flesh and blood. a man, made to love others instead of hurting them. 

that is precisely why he loathes touch.

FEAR--- hmhm!

[propugnatori-a]

you're p much the only jayce i follow and can i just say that you honestly made me interested in jayce as a character as well as loving his character as a whole ? bc i do, you made me lov jayce so much and your devotion and portrayal for this boy is my absolute favorite. you got a big supporter here bb <3

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal | @rose-esque​​ | always accepting, tbh.

i have this issue where i go Hard regarding the characters i choose to love and jayce happened to be one of those cases. he isn’t even my usual type of character ( i came to love him by proxy, actually, but that’s a story for another time ), but gods, as much as i say he needs to suffer he’s my son and i’m glad i’ve managed to pick up your interest regarding both my portrayal and jay as a whole, bc i love interacting w/ ya. ❤️

[propugnatori-a]

' i didn’t think you’d care. '

@rose-esque

THERE’S A STRANGE LOOK to his face as he watches jhin speak, something hard to read, hard to discern. it’s the first time they’ve met since his last arrest, the first time the virtuoso managed to schedule a visit. jayce looks worn out, he’s aware from what he’s seen in the mirror, looking right back at him from behind dark circles — his ghosts make his semblance heavier, older, and it’s not a look that befits him. seclusion is second-nature to him by now, but this time, for some reason, it has weighed him down. perhaps it’s the dawning realization of how affairs are. perhaps it is that he merely noticed how flawed he is; he’s never been blind to it, but some days, the truth sinks its fangs on him much too hard.

still, the question has him let out a soft chuckle as he brings the other a cup of tea. the one cup that lays on his work table is filled with coffee, but he’s decided to make the ionian a brew he’s been recommended. it’s not to his taste, but he assumes it might be to his.

“after all that happened, you still hold that impression?” he almost sounds bitter, but it’s all just part of how tired he feels. he had ensured his treatment in prison had been fair, burning out his favors with the chief of the police department. he had come visit every day, regardless of his schedule. yes, he was in part the cause of his arrest, but still. it doesn’t change the efforts he put forth for his partial safety. his hands as he passes him over the cup are still gentle. 

 “i thought you’d be more aware i do care, but                 i suppose the self-centered image is just that hard to shake off.”