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Highly Private　&&.　Mutuals Only *Bruce Wayne / Batman Roleplay Blog | Portrayal is  canon  divergent  &&.   headcanon  —  based | *Lore woven closely with @saintfromkrypton’s | Written with influences from both the comics &&. animated media ; most prominent portrayal inspirations do come from *Telltale’s Batman Series &&. *The Batman ( 2022 ) as of right now.

Investigated by Seb ＊ they / them . 26 . mst ＊ beta editor only © 𝙴𝚂𝚃. 𝟶𝟷 / 𝟸𝟻 / 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺.

#Hulloooooo Jayce muse is asleep but Bruce is awake so #anyone that would like to continue interacting or wouldn’t mind interacting with a certain bat. You’re welcome to poke me here 💕 #I’ll return to Jayce soon as I can when he wakes up again. Just wanted to let close moots know where I am currently 💕 #self promo

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➤ BLOG CLEANING SPREE. [ ; ] Still not back fully, I’m very sorry for this muse has just not been working with me! But I am giving a heads up I am going to be doing a follower/dash clean up over the next few days because anxiety is getting my ass again and I do feel it’s gotten kind of cluttered and busy on my end. I also want it to be a little more curated to people I do write with often and I’m really hoping it helps stir Jayce awake a bit more,,,

◈ I’ll be going through my follower/following list and if we haven’t been interacting, I am going to be soft blocking. I’ve been very slow with replies and interactions on my end ( as in I myself have been struggling to write. ) for the last few months, so I’m not going to be too harsh with this, mostly I just want to sift through things and gauge interest overall. Just Interact with this post and you’ll for sure be good! Also! *Have seen some other folks do this too but just to kickstart things, I’ll also send you some memes or attempt to write up a short starter.

◈ As a final note, please remember to check out *my interest tracker if you haven’t yet. It’ll help me figure out what to send your way or what direction to lead interactions in the future.

But yes, I fully support refollowing if there is any interest in interacting! I just like to do this every few months when things get a bit too busy here or follower list tips past a certain point for my personal sake. 🙏

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // ooc rambles. | to be deleted. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // psa. #important*** #I will be leaving it up for a few days! Rahhhh #Idk if anyone else gets like this but;;; yeah I don’t think I’ve done one of these on Jayce yet but it’s reaching a certain point I feel #it’s needed 😭

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i dont hate you guys i swear i just have really shitty memory

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // ooc rambles. | to be deleted. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // hammertime! cracktime!

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do you know the shape of the emptiness? there are so many things you've tried to plug it up with, but nothing fits. they're all the wrong shape.

i'll tell you a secret: nothing will ever fit the shape of the emptiness. it is not a hole to be filled, it is a wound to be healed. the mending comes from within, not without.

the shape of the emptiness will change, with time. if you are mindful, if you work hard, it will shrink, and shrink, and shrink. one day you'll forget how much it used to consume you.

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // musings. #◈ *defender of tomorrow ( … ) league of legends ( post arcane ) verse

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► reblog to let your mutuals know that... YOUR RP BLOG IS NOT TIME-SENSITIVE!

...That there is NO time limit or expiration date on asks, memes or threads.

...That your partners NEVER need to feel they have to apologise for not responding to a thread or ask yet.

...That you welcome replies to "OLD" threads and memes, even if they've been sitting quietly untouched for weeks or months.

...That there is NEVER any pressure or obligation for your partners to reply until they feel the drive and enthusiasm to do so.

...That YOU will happily respond to things at YOUR OWN leisure, and you would like your partners to feel comfortable doing the same.

Not everybody enjoys running their blog this way and that's a-okay. But removing the idea that RP interactions are something that can "expire" or that the asks in your inbox have an unspoken "due-date", takes the pressure off of both your partners and yourself and can help bust feelings of stress/anxiety from the hobby. Reblog to let your partners know that you're just jazzed to receive new writing from them, whenever it comes.

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // psa.

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𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐂𝐄'𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. Maybe in his usual labspace away from home in the other's region, maybe bumping into the Ionion while out on one of his travels — but catching the rather explosive news of the Boss himself stirring up quite the fight so publicly within Piltover itself? Not on his list of possibilities. Maybe he needs to rethink it, he muses with some tired amusement, sighing through his nose in a drawn out huff.

As soon as the news'd reached the council, he'd squinted, a vague inkling of something familiar about the perpetrator recently apprehended. It wasn't until they'd managed to get a name from the man, scraping together more information about the foreign traveler that he'd stiffened in his seat, cursing loudly as the surprise made sure he choked. Doing a double take to make sure the information was accurate, Jayce curses. Just his luck? Of course it was. Shit.

It's almost embarrassing how little time he wastes, beelining it to the main room after explaining things with a hushed urgency. He utilizes the control he has, pulling what strings he can with an admittedly shaky bit of ground to stand on as he goes to make the order for release. It’s a hasty dismissal of the other man's impending imprisonment & planned trip to Stillwater, but it goes through. Memories flicker, ironically stirring away at his nerves as he recalls Caitlyn's own recollection of her time visiting the facility. Recalls Vi's stories, scattered fragments she'd mentioned on their trip to Zaun in the past. How those inside, even if innocent, were treated. Maybe the other'd be fine — fighting was in his blood after all, something he instinctively excelled quite well in, adapted well with. But it'd do no good to have someone he's doing business with breaking their end of an old set deal so early.

Jayce tries to keep this meager, pathetic lie in place as the sole reason behind his frantic actions, & for everything, it does settle the concern that floods. It drains away with each knowing step he takes in the direction of the place he'd ordered the fighter to be led & handed off to. Something about it all leaves a disgusting tang in his mouth, something metallic & coldly bitter, full of a heavy loathing. Towards how his actions even when well-meant, still leant towards being undeniably ‘corrupt’ in how they'd needed to be taken. He knows he's abusing his power. He knows the whispers that'll spread. But at this point?

He scoffs. Not a lot of it really mattered in the grand scheme of things. It's that harshened yet soothing reminder that eases the lingering tremble in his hands as he continues on with confidently collected strides. When he finally does arrive at the holding point, mentally braced for the other's state with a practiced arch of his brow, a firelight curiosity glinting deep in low-toned sights — he can't help the relief that flares when he notes the other wasn't in too bad a shape. Looked to be much worse than the damage actually was from what he could glean. Small blessings all else considered.

With a glance to the wardens present, Jayce notes the way one of the men roughly shove the Ionian over with a pointed wrinkle of his nose & a curl of his lips. It draws a harshly judging glare from Jayce as he frowns, arms coming to cross comfortably over his chest. How the inventor carries himself. It's off. But he salvages what he can, turning his attention back to Sett, mask nudged right back as he eases to a half-mix between his 'politician persona' & the loud fool who'd made the other's strange acquaintance months prior. He stands tall, back straightened, all perfect posture, clad in an outfit bearing admittedly, one too many heavy layers, near amour-like covering his frame ; hazel snag on the other's sights, a vaguely mirroring grin tilting at the edge of his lips when Sett eventually pieces things together.

Strained. Uncomfortable at the circumstances, but relieved even if bearing one too many teeth.

With a roll of his eyes, he can't help but smoothly respond back with how he was pushing his luck as is, all before his words dip to a quieter whisper, a mutter under his breath. ❝ I'm curious how things escalated so fast … You always know how to make an entrance. ❞ Jayce snorts with a shake of his head, a few steps taken in closer as his expression pinches in some stern seriousness.

❝ Still. Word of advice for any future endeavors as a guest — most Piltovan's don't react well to unexpected 'excitement'. A helping hand can only reach so far in some situations, even with esteemed allies. ❞ He tuts, tone smooth as he moves to reach for one of his side pouches, rummaging through before he procures a bit of cloth. Not entirely clean, but not as dirtied in oil as it could be when he was out & about tinkering on the go. He mentally apologizes with a slight wince of some sympathy as he reaches over to dab away at some of the blood blotching away, still holding a worrying shine of wetness where the worst of it seemed to stem from at the side of Sett's head. Humming, brows pinch together as he tries to further gauge the damage, all before he snaps out of it after being reminded of the guards still present, the shifting sound of watchful eyes & bootclad feet on the cobblestone.

Giving a quick gesture of his hand, he orders for the cuffs prompt removal. Wordlessly, the warden's comply. It's then he goes to dismiss them, waving them away with a hardened look & a nod of his head. There were some perks to staying with the council. Though that guilt at the abuse would still leave a sour note to things, it helps that he doesn't have to explain much behind the sudden change in plans.

Stepping away, he tells Sett to keep the cloth pressed firmly to the wound, exasperation finally free to bleed through his mask once the guards are far enough away.

❝ So … you've got some explaining to do. ❞ His voice trails off, arms coming back to a cross. ❝ … But we can put that on the back burner for later. You look — charitably? Like shit. We should really get you cleaned up before that. Sound good big guy? ❞

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // in character. #pitgritted #❝ Shine razor eyes before the walls come down. Wilder than lions ; louder than sound. ❞ . [ PITGRITTED ] #◈ *defender of tomorrow ( … ) league of legends ( post arcane ) verse #He’s just surprised but also VERY concerned

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Touched this up a bit better but — expression / teeth drawing practice with Jayce.

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // mun art. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // countenance. #I seen this one floating around again so reblogging to once more curse your dash with one hammertime bastard

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musings on kitchens (as sanctuaries of love) [part 1]

Joy Harjo (Perhaps the World Ends Here), tumblr user @floatingstirnerhead, Alai Ganuza, Banana Yoshimoto (Kitchen), Jenny Slate (Little Weirds)

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#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // musings. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // aesthetics. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // wishlist. #jayce cooking for your muse WHEN? 🥺🙏

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*send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. 📨 ➤   @nameaprice  [ ; ] 🕯️(Most likely based on her bad reputation, because you know...)

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖. Nothing particularly shocking passed through the carefully kept streets or brightly lit halls, rare was it that something new caught his ear, luring his attention into a topic much deeper than the surface level it float along. He hums softly, a thoughtful sound that belays his curiosity as he leans back in his chair. The labs are far too quiet this time of day, his only company being the ever droning sound of machines in the distance, the odd occasional bump of a pipe or the passing of footsteps from outside the large room.

It does little to help with his wandering mind, where it sifts idly through any & everything in the more calm moments to peruse through. Guess it's no surprise that his thoughts are tugged towards a particularly juicy bit of talk he'd come across in passing when checking some of the docking ports for maintenance earlier. Whispers of a mercenary from Shurima.

It triggers some of his own memories from when he'd travelled there years before. The strongest imprint of the region that lingers with him is the memory of the heat. He fared better in it than he did the cold of the Freljord, comes the huff as he crosses his arms over his chest. A gloved hand begins to boredly play with one of his desk pens, eyeing the open pages of his older journal where failed rune tests are so proudly scrawled down. Twin pools of golden dawn drift, already finding themselves tracing along the doodles that litter the page among a chaotic mess of graphs & hastily jotted notes. One in particular that stands out is the page where he'd documented various stones & gems from there.

The mercenary Sivir's name was a well-known one there, & for good reason. She had an impressive reputation under her belt, one that bore both its own set of merits & reasons to keep on good terms with. With a light twitch of his brow, he wonders what brought wind of her here of all places. A potential job? A target? He isn't so sure tourism was a viable reason. Whatever it was, he has a strong feeling he'd figure out the reason, good or bad, soon enough.

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // in character. #nameaprice #◈ *defender of tomorrow ( … ) league of legends ( post arcane ) verse #WELP I UH TRIED #I think it works to open the door for future interactions! #He is curious about her tho and tbh I could see him travelling back to Shurima to try studying or looking into more gems / crystals

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*Noticing Trauma sentence starters. 📨 ➤   @pitgritted  [ ; ] “It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘. Not weak. Steady. But it's hard to regain any form of composure after the little slip up he's had, no amount of smooth talking able to burrow his way out unless he wants to snap his teeth with a sarcastic, biting comment that he knows would only tag on more suspicion or shatter the mood more violently. Not needed, not now. It wouldn't fix anything...

Jayce curls his hands that bit tighter around the handle of Mercury. She still hums away beneath his hold, a reverberating sound that carries an ever steady but barely noticeable quake. For a moment, he's a little jealous, neatly blunt fingernails biting into the leather covering his hands from within the protective gauntlet's he wears. He's irritated, defensive, embarrassed, but the fighter's concern is so thickly palpable in the air he can't bring himself to keep up the pissy mask for long.

However, he still can't bring himself to look at Sett. Shame mingles strongly into the explosive concoction of emotions he feels whirling about, his eyes taking on a more dulled tone, darker, marred over in stormy fatigue as he allows his expression to slip knowing his face was safe from being studied.

A glum shade, muddied by what memories soured everything else about the relatively tame spar just mere moments prior. The smoke stings at his nose.

Still in the process of trying to catch up mentally with everything, he knows for damn sure trying to explain things off as either honestly as he could, or cover them up with the bullshit excuse of it being nothing — just an overreaction, just a mistake — wasn't going to patch anything up. His shoulder's remain squared off, tensed so tight he swears the next breath he takes will snap his tendons like a taut pulled elastic from the adrenaline heavy strain.

With a tired sigh, a following resigned hang of his head, he shifts his feet, a forlorn expression crossing his features as the edge of his boot nudges against the shattered bit of stone & metal that crunch away beneath. He can hear nothing over the silence draped oppressively over his shoulders, somehow, it's all the more frustrating as he realizes the other man is thinking, taking everything about the situation in, carefully piecing together why Jayce had reacted how he did when he felt himself begin to slip more into that fight or flight state of mind during their fight. He's not proud of his panic, but now that he's had a moment to breathe, he shakes his head, stands straighter, turns on his heel with a premade excuse, a sentence carefully crafted & ready to push this whole disaster topic away balanced right on the edge of his tongue.

Too bad it's nearly choked on when the other man speaks. His voice is serious, low. Not quite fully sympathetic, only painfully, frustratingly cautious, so quietly gentle he could've missed the rare show of concern that flashes. Shrugging his shoulders, Jayce moves to busy himself with a jittery circle of his wrist, tightening his hold once again as he glares into the sleek frame of his weapon. He scoffs with a shake of his head.

The gesture says all he needs to express.

I don't trust you. Not enough. Ironic, considering he'd allowed the other to brutally spar against him, allowed some semblance of physical intimacy past 'just fighting', but apparently the line is drawn when it came to emotional reliance. Trust. Darkened brows remain pinched, that continual flow of steady anger all directing itself inwards spills over as he shifts, turning to cast a look the other's way, an attempt to gauge the Ionian's own feeling's before he knew how best to continue.

Only to once more find himself startled at the oddly kind, disarming words shared further. Read like a simple schematic for one of his machines, Jayce blinks wide eyes at the man, turning to better face him as his face twists up into a confused, baffled look. A heavy swallow as he braces his hammer's end against the flat of the ground, a twist of her handle properly disarming the hextech whirring away at his side. Head cocking at an angle, he answers, though his voice is uncharacteristically quiet. Not at all loud, confident like he normally prided himself on being.

❝ First of all … sorry for that. Quick reflexes you have. ❞ As usual, he tags on, risking a wincing glance to the side, where some of the floor remained steaming with smoke, still charred an unnatural shade from where he'd aimed his cannon earlier. Another guilty swallow, before he continues, gaze breaking, glove padded hand lifting to rub at his neck in a self-soothing gesture. ❝ Second … what do you know about me. Honestly? ❞

A stupid question. But depending on the answer given, Jayce'd plan where to go, what to share, from there. If tales of the council room’s explosion reached this far, if he was connected to that disaster or any of the others in the infancy of his inventing career, he’d add on his own context behind his twitchy trigger finger. Adaptable. It's what he's thankfully best at. He wasn't entirely eager to bare his heart out now of all times, but … clearly they couldn't get anymore training done if he was constantly holding back out of some lingering ptsd. His progress was stunted unless he addressed it head on, or worked through it in his own time. Huffing softly through his nose, he waits, hands moving to pry his gauntlets off.

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // in character. #pitgritted #❝ Shine razor eyes before the walls come down. Wilder than lions ; louder than sound. ❞ . [ PITGRITTED ] #◈ *defender of tomorrow ( … ) league of legends ( post arcane ) verse #Heehee trauma time yaaaaaayyyyyy #IUNNO IF YOURE CHILL WITH IT ILL SCREECH MORE IN DMS ABOUT IDEA BUT #*yeets and rolls away*

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#1 A KISS on the hand. This art goes with my comforting playlist.😭❣

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // ops art. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // countenance. #tangled like branches in a flood. you keep me sharp & test my worth in blood. [ ; ] jayce / viktor ➤ 〔 machineheralded 〕 #god… the gentle softness…

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CLAPS HANDS CAUSE M THINKIN ON THIS AGAIN 🥺😭

💥🔨⚙️ *;; HEADCANON POST TO ELABORATE ON IN THE FUTURE .

Jayce can draw well. The only thing is he’s usually more talented when it comes to drawing engineering designs & runes freehanded, ones that require an extra attention to detail & symmetry over real life fluidity. He struggles with people, but if he’s focused enough, he can visualize faces very well, enough to draw what he can remember accurately.

For my portrayal of Jayce, I headcanon he has improved from the quickened scribbles he used to do. My reasoning for this is his attention was more focused on his secret hextech research over other things going on in his life, but he’s always been the kind of guy to document something if it catches his eye or attention long enough.

Lastly? I do . . . Headcanon that he will draw people on little blank sticky notes. Usually if someone’s had any kind of impact on him, good or bad, he’ll draw them out at some point or the chance is high he has before. He also really does like to leave them in places for Vik or Sky to find when they check on his section of the lab. In later years he does close off more, keeping them in places only he’ll see before he tears them up or disposes of them.

#I think it’s an interesting idea to see his art style change subtly to reflect his mental state as the years go by #He flourishes when he meets Viktor and progresses their research #Refining his skills because he can split his attention in a healthy way between other projects #He isn’t so focused on hiding things he’s more open #But later on he isn’t. He kinda closes off so his artwork changes to focus on schematic / engineering designs #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // character study. | metas. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // headcanons.

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#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // ops art. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // countenance. #OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM OP #HIS EYESSSSSS #I LOVE HOW THEY STAND OUT #THE EXPRESSION AND THE DETAILS ARE GORGEOUS 🥺💕💕💕

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#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // musings.

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💥🔨⚙️ (Seraphine? Legends of Runeterra design please)

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄. A bored habit, yes, but one he couldn’t help but indulge in when there was a notable lull in his normally overflowing workload. Often times a good thing, though sometimes, it held more drawbacks than positives. This may have been the one such time he was unsure of how to really feel about it. Neither good nor bad, more laced in something tellingly curious as he finds himself humming along to the song playing on the radio in the corner of his lab.

It’s a catchy tune, something he wouldn’t normally listen to, but something about how the songstress sings hooks into him. It’s hard to explain, but the feeling is a strong one he can’t shrug off or shake away. So instead, he simply allows it to play, goes with it in content silence, pen never ceasing it’s motions.

A few more details are added as he continues to listen along, huffing out a sigh when he brushes away the few lingering eraser shavings from the finished, albeit messy, piece. Seraphine stares back, all bright eyes, unshakeable hope & optimism gleaming so sharply he squints a bit with a tilt of his head. It’s a familiar feeling, no doubt something he once felt long ago, that naïveté, the belief that things could grow to be better through a bit more effort. Though he’s tired now, knows the truth of the reality they really live in, there’s some small part that wakes in his chest, warms the hollowed space with something thankful at the tune that ebbs away in its final notes.

That optimism … he’d give it to the younger inventor, from what he knew of her? Maybe she would have much better chances of bridging the gap between the sister cities. Or maybe her optimism was worryingly, foolishly contagious. Coughing, the peels the sticky note off & away, stamping it off to the side as he moves to stretch.

*Send a “💥🔨⚙️” for Jayce to draw your muse. 📨 ➤ @playedbetter

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // in character. #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // mun art. #playedbetter #◈ *defender of tomorrow ( … ) league of legends ( post arcane ) verse #SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #Art burn out got my ass so I took a bitto to reply but thank you for letting me draw her #She’s so lovely and I adore her sm eeee

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@pitgritted is incredibly talented and I keep sobbing over their art.

#Rahhhhhh #i woke up and started biting things #GOD DAMN THE RENDERING #➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // ooc rambles. | to be deleted.

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Was writing a reply where he’s kind of nicely talked to by Sett & the scenario I came up with to answer it made me sad as hell. He would still have some lingering trauma or a deep ingrained fear of losing himself in battle again after the shimmer factory incident. He would need a while or need help to work through the whole memory of it, to feel comfortable fighting with his full mind set in the moment. Because I know for a fact he will hold back & it will affect his performance when he spars until he does learn to work through it.

He’s also so stubborn I know it would frustrate the hell out of him that he does just either freeze up. It’s a lack of control that really would bother him. But yes, his absolute worst fear is to just kill or needlessly take a life. His main goal no matter how cynical he gets, is always going to be helping people. To save lives not take them. So yeah I could see him panicking mid fight if he hits someone a little too hard or maybe he struggles with trying to use his mercury cannon the next time he tries to wield her post arcane. Either way? I haveeeee many more thoughts & I’m fERAL FOR MORE SPARRING THREADS.

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // ooc rambles. | to be deleted. #Idk I know it’s probably weird to make him have ptsd but ik a hugely important hc is that child’s death does haunt him #He blames himself heavily for reaching that low point and regrets his decision. #He is also just know for getting lost in his own head / thoughts often… But he is also determined to work through it #Jayce knows that sometimes you can’t always take the peaceful route and will need to know how to fight to defend yourself #There is a lot at play with it but he is just a big mess with a lot to sort through jfc 💀