Glorious Hextech

[Viktor is a mix of old league lore and from Arcane. ic, ask and para blog. sideblog.]

[vestnikviktor]

[ Promo for canon-divergent Viktor from Arcane/League of Legends. Ic/ask/para blog. This blog is run by a 30+ year old named Arc and this is a sideblog. This blog will be NSFW and contain heavy themes such as chronic illness, body dysmorphia, body horror and classism.  Open to all.]

[cradleghost]

Oh jayce

[vestnikviktor]

"Your veins are turning black."

Jayce tried to touch it, of course, easy to do if Vik got sucked into whatever he was working on.

His other hand pressed down on his shoulder to get attention back on him.

"V. Take a breather. Let me look at that."

Viktor hardly registered the touch as he tinkered with the hexclaw, adjusting the micromachinery that was within the casing. Trying to get it to sync to his hand movements. It was frustrating him. The pressure had him grumbling, annoyed. He slides the goggles he had on up to the top of his head, messing his already wild hair more. "Hm?"

@jjaayce

[memepocalypse]

Corruption

Something's crawling under your skin...

"That's not meant to look like that."

"Your veins are turning black..."

"You're not meant to be blistering like that..."

"I'm worried about what's wrong with you."

"Something's wrong."

"You don't look right, can I help?"

"Wait - why is that black?"

"It's like you're... rotting. From the inside out."

"You need to bandage that before it gets worse."

"How did this happen to you..?"

"You're diseased or something."

"I can see it, crawling through you..."

"Gods help you now."

"We can't fix this, can we? You're just going to rot away."

"It's fine, I'm sure, it just... keeps crawling through me."

"There's some kind of rot in me."

"I can feel it, squirming into my skin."

"Gods, it's getting worse - I can see the lines crawling up."

"How deep does this go into me? My heart?"

"It's in my eyes now, I think."

"I want to cut it out of me, but I don't think I can."

"It all tastes bad."

"There's something... in me... it's bad... I think..."

"I can see the lines crawling up towards my heart..."

[memepocalypse]

Hidden Injuries

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."

[vestnikviktor]

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

@watercolor-3yes

The Machine Herald rarely spoke in public anymore, but a breakthrough in synthetic organs drove him to his old street in Zaun. A few blocks away from his lab and home. A place where he often held rallies while cloaked in his machine and arcane armor.

Enthusiasm was rare in him nowadays, but being able to properly help others fueled him. Perfecting frail bodies from rot and disease. He was no surgeon, but he knew of one that could help.

All detailed....of course he would still need money. There was no way to source the materials without it. Something that angered him about Piltover and their gilded towers.

He made a promise to the crowd, that he would fight to take what he needed as much as could and that they should as well. Always sending a spark to take what would keep them alive. What could keep them healthy.

So they could gloriously evolve into a better version of themselves.

@watercolor-3yes

[vestnikviktor]

[Lean]

Leaning on Viktor was... Long and forgotten as a form of affection; now it was exhaustion that bound him and drew his head down to the shpulder.

Blood, sweat, dirt; in the middle of a fight, no less, Jayce's adrenaline slips away, he's _panting_ in Viktor's... ears. So to speak.

"You're, a cheater, Viktor."

All bared teeth and grimaces.

An endless fight between the two of them. Both so stubborn and prideful. Yet, neither one of them could pull the trigger to get rid of the problem forever. Problems had solutions, sometimes more than one. The hexclaw curled against the back of Jayce's neck, the warmth from the center radiating as Jayce settled his head on his shoulder. The metal tips lightly dug and scraped and could pierce and end their violent dance. "I am not a cheater." Indignant, shimmer pumping through his mask, the metal distorting his voice. Viktor flexed his hand, the hexclaw releasing him. A firm hand on Jayce's chest to get him to sit down. "We have been fighting for too long." And they were getting older.

@jjaayce

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

[memepocalypse]

Will you?

"Will you love me?"

"Will you hate me?"

"Will you forgive me?"

"Will you go back?"

"Will you come?"

"Will you believe?"

"Will you ever be who you were before?"

"Will you give up?"

"Will you stop?"

"Will you start again?"

"Will you shut up?"

"Will you talk to me?"

"Will you stop being ridiculous?"

"Will you fight for me?"

"Will you fight against me?"

"Will you fight with me?"

"Will you go away?"

"Will you come here?"

"Will you live?"

"Will you die?"

"Will you hope?"

"Will you surrender?"

"Will you stay with me?"

"Will you help me?"

"Will you stay for dinner?"

"Will you trust me?"

"Will you promise me it's all going to be okay?"

"Will you have faith?"

"Will you turn away and never look back?"

"Will you stay here, just for a moment, just for a breath, pretend it's all okay?"

[vestnikviktor]

Viktor, according to my canon, is trans. His whole thing is about transhumanism in the original canon and in new canon it's about becoming a better version of yourself or what you consider one.

He is not open about this and very likely no one knows. Later on in the timeline it's even harder to tell because of all the interweaving of magic and augments he's done on himself.

[memepocalypse]

A Little Comfort

"Come sit with me?"

"Take a breath."

"You need to relax."

"You will feel better."

"It's going to be okay, y'know?"

"It all comes to rest eventually."

"You have to let it out. Or it'll destroy you."

"Just - hold my hand."

"I'm going to sit right here."

"You don't have to talk. But if you want to - I'm listening."

"You're going to survive this."

"You've gotten through it all before. You'll do it again."

"Every bad day you've had, you lived through."

"You will smile again."

"The work is hard. But it has to be done."

"I'll be there. When you're bad. When you're better."

"Don't pretend it's okay."

"None of this is okay. But it will be."

"It's okay to cry."

"Don't feel bad about this."

"At the end of the day, you're just - a person. That's okay."

"You're allowed to feel these things."

"I made you a hot drink?"

"Here. I saved you a cookie."

"Listen, I made - I made you this."

"It's okay to stop and breathe sometimes."

"Here, wear my jacket."

"There's a blanket."

"Lay down. Relax."

"Get some rest."

[wintercorrybriea]

joaquin castillo

[danidoesathing]

physically sick over the fact that. In the game’s canon Viktor is doing whatever he can to get rid of his emotions and humanity. and it’s what him and Jayce clash over most. its the center of their entire conflict

but in arcane it’s torn away from him against his will because of Jayce. Because Jayce didn’t care what Viktor became as long as he got his partner back. Hello. Can anyone hear me

[talos-stims]

little hummingbird machine | source

[steampunktendencies]

A Man Who Lost Four Fingers Has Built Highly Articulated Prosthetic Fingers, All Controlled By Wrist Movements.

Engineer Ian Davis built his own mechanical prosthetic when his medical insurance did not cover the cost. His prosthetic functions without batteries or electricity. In early 2019, Davis lost four digits on his left hand due to a work accident, prompting him to create the prosthetic

[a-dream-seeking-light]

kaminosekkei : No. 384:  Robotic.

[vestnikviktor]

It was rare that Viktor left the lab, but he felt that he needed some space to think and get over his mental rut. Go over his thoughts and plans without it being right in front of him. He leaned heavily on his cane, peering out over the dark water as he breathed in the fresh salty air. So different from Zaun and it sent a spike of anger through him. Brief and sharp and buzzing behind his eyes. His hand rose to rub his temples with a sigh.

He wanted his inventions to help everyone, not just line the pockets of those in power. It went against every fiber of his being. Still, he knew a greater game had to be played. He knew that some level of...subtlety was required so money would be granted to continue.

It didn't mean he had to like it.

Viktor chewed the inside of his lip as he thought before he started moving, the slow clack of his cane against the shining streets. It would probably be best to head back. His leg was starting to ache.