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❝ —most everyone he met had heard the stories of his legendary hammer and his unyielding heroism. they expected grandeur. they expected humility. they expected him to not be a massive jerk.

                                    jayce inevitably disappointed them. ❞                        

private roleplay blog for jayce of league of legends— as portrayed by nox.    promo credit!

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❝ —most everyone he met had heard the stories of his legendary hammer and his unyielding heroism. they expected grandeur. they expected humility. they expected him to not be a massive jerk.

                                    jayce inevitably disappointed them. ❞                        

private roleplay blog for jayce of league of legends— as portrayed by nox.    promo credit!

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Reblog this your muse gets nightmares.

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Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)

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jayce is a furry confirmed

jayce, sitting by his worktable, suddenly just choking on a mouthful of his steaming hot black coffee–

                            “—EXCUSE ME?”

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I'm now imagining Swain's bird form doing a ridiculous bird mating dances for Jayce.

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you brought this upon yourself.

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wait wait wait- did I read that right, that jayce had sex with swain's demon form? how did THAT happen??? or is that something else?? omg halp i'm confused

--that he did, nonny, you read that right! (^:

it’s all thanks to a very lovely and very au verse i have going with @impeccable-decision, where demacian / annuller jayce ends up defecting to noxus after a few strings are pulled on swain’s side (as he thought him a reasonable asset; being able to neutralize mages is useful anywhere, after all) and they eventually become an item after a lot of bonding over their nerdiness / wits. eventually their relationship progresses and... well, he meets the bird form intimately, if you get what i mean.

tl;dr: xat and i are very, very fond of our crack ships.

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i hear tell that you're into monsterfucking, jayce. :3c

the annuller chokes on his breath as he processes the question aired, then looks at the cloaked inquisitor with a look of mild horror to his face, one he’s seen before in the face of prude, old noblewomen — it’s not mimicry, but were he to see himself in a mirror right then, he’d agree to the comparison. one could easily think the expression he dons come from disbelief, really, not self-awareness. 

he’s demacian, after all. a defector, but demacian all the same. he can live up to the expectations of bashfulness had for his countrymen sometimes. he knows noxians like to make use of that assumption when needed.

he exaggerates his expression of shock for a moment and to add a pinch of dramaticity to it, he shakes his head to apparently shake the feeling off. “—pray tell, stranger, where did you hear that from?” he cocks an eyebrow to emphasize his point. he looks so unfamiliar with the concept that he certainly doesn’t think of the texture downy feathers between his callused fingers, he doesn’t think of the thrill of claws pinning him down to a luscious mattress, no, he doesn’t--- “because i can assure you all you’ve heard were rumors.”

---but if he does none would be wiser, not with how perfect his habit of acting it out has become with practice. it’d take a deceiver far more skilled, which while not impossible to come across, certainly is not the case of this cheeky fellow.

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jayce, returning with the hammercannon: i'm gonna give you a three second headstart to see if you can dodge the shock blast. see how i said three, not four to humor you? yeah. i'm pissed. the countdown already started, by the way.

jhin : listen , sweetheart . you know it was a joke , right ? you don’t need to get the hammercannon , that is unfair . i love you , jayce . ple

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Jhin vc to Jayce: "Lemme smash, pls"

jhin don’t even gotta ask all he gotta do is give him and his neck attention and then fucking walk away and jayce gets Pissed bc jhin leaves him hot n bothered . yeah jayce we see your thirstin ass . we see you .  /  @propugnatori

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Commission for @queenyharnam and @propugnatori of Viktor and Jayce!

Commissions | Ko-fi

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coraxls

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Life is too short to pretend you’re not into some kinky shit

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♨ [ ayyy, for the demacian boy ]

Manhandling Prompts || Accepting

♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth

Warm water and warmer hands around Swain’s waist, teasing lips and a familiar voice at his ear; when this had become routine, Jericho wasn’t quite sure, but he could hardly bring himself to mind.  

Swain has one arm braced against the cool porcelain lip of the tub, and the other rests along Jayce’s thigh, his hand idly stroking meandering patterns just above the younger man’s knee.  They speak in low voices of the mission Jayce is due to be dispatched on in the morning, of the delicate and dreaded meeting with several noble houses that Swain is due for the following evening, enjoying each other’s company as they recover from the night’s exertions.

Swain has let his eyes drift shut as he rests against the Demacian’s broad chest, and for a moment he’s a rare picture of relaxation and of trust.  The warm brush of damp fabric sweeps across his chest, and the grand general raises an inquisitive brow, craning his neck and slowly opening his eyes to look back at Jayce.  “I hardly require assistance,” he reminds the annuller, one corner of his scarred mouth twisting in the beginnings of a wry smile.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to give it,” Jayce counters with a grin of his own, voice even and light.  His hand is steady as he runs the cloth over the grand general’s shoulder, along his collarbones, down towards his stomach.  “You looked pretty comfortable, and I figured there was no point ruining a good thing. C’mon, close your eyes again and leave it to me - let me pamper you, for once.”

Jericho barks out a rough laugh at that, and he eyes his lover incredulously.  “How curious - I seem to recall you indulging me quite often recently,” he says, but the muscles in his back are already beginning to relax once more.  “I’m no invalid, Jayce - I’m perfectly capable of caring for this myself.”

The grand general raises his hand from where it rests against the edge of the tub, but before he can reach for the washcloth, Jayce’s other hand has already shifted from Swain’s waist to intercept it, twining their fingers together and dragging it back beneath the water to wind around Swain’s waist once more.  “Not an invalid,” Jayce agrees, and Jericho feels the Demacian’s nose nuzzle into the side of his neck, feels his lips brush against the junction of his shoulder.  “A lover, and a hard-working one, at that.  One that deserves to be cared for, every now and again.”

For a moment, it seems as though Jericho might argue, but Jayce’s fingers squeeze his beneath the water as the washcloth comes to rest at his hip, and Swain can all but sense those doe eyes turned pitiful and pleading, even before he looks. Another coarse chuckle rumbles through Swain’s chest, and he shakes his head.  “You are… impossible, at times.”

“Let me do this, love,” Jayce murmurs again, and at last, Swain does.   

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Everyone thinks I’m showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I’m silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I’m tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should…

Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via the-book-diaries)

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📂📂📂 (for my demacian boy)

send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon for jay | @impeccable-decisionaccepting.

1) his hair is slightly lighter than mainverse, mostly because he worked a lot outdoors – a lot more. again, think of brighthammer’s hair color in comparison to classic’s.2) he always has petricite on him. always. both to alleviate any excessive influence of magic in case he’s on a mission and because it’s a way to ease his own anxiety, fiddling with the pendant. it’s a stim, yes.3) on the other headcanon, too — he usually doesn’t wear the petricite piece he has as a pendant unless he’s off duty. he prefers to keep it concealed to avoid having someone hostile steal it from him, so during those circumstances, he usually wears it as an anklet inside his boot.