#viktor complex

[viktor-complex]

Saving up for a blue suit, so I can drag up as 2 of my favourite boys! Bring on the Unraveled Alien realness ✌️

[popomegranate]

I had a feeling that Sky had in some way been consumed by the hexcore but I definitely don’t think it is really her. Look at her face here. Look at her expression here. This Sky is exuding a malevolent confidence we never saw in the living Sky. Her likeness is being used to guide Viktor forward. Likely to spread the arcane.

[viktor-complex]

Don't worry, the Drag Kings have claimed ownership of this song - and i did many of a performance of it last summer!

Photographer 📸 DCosPhotography

I just realized there's something I need more than anything else in the world

And it's to see a ton of drag kings perform the I'm Just Ken song together

Also Sam Smith's "Man I Am"!!!!!!

[ellenchain]

Different approaches

[arcanegifs]

Here's more comparisons of Arcane Gifs before and after I color and sharpen em!

[danielsarmand]

i just miss those characters i fell in love with in season one. ever since season two rolled around they started losing bits and pieces all over the place and i kept hoping they'd eventually get them back but they never did and i never ended up seeing them again and it hurts it really does because whenever i see an edit or something from season one i am reminded of how fierce my love for them was and is and always will be and how unfair it is that they took them from me

[mollysunder]

The thing I never got about the fan reaction to Mel and Jayce's relationship (in general) is that people were incensed on Jayce's behalf that Mel used him for political gain, but like... that's what happens when the government sponsors your research. Obviously the funding mechanisms aren't the same because Piltover is an oligarchy where civic functions such as the Enforcers and even Zaun's ventilation system are privately funded instead of through a common pool of taxpayer money, but the purpose is the same, which is to benefit from the conclusions drawn from the results of the research.

I don't understand how anyone in the audience could be shocked or angry that when Mel, a high ranking representative of Piltover’s government, chose to invest in hextech it wasn't clear that she and Piltover would benefit. And it's not like this foreign concept to Jayce, he was originally being SPONSORED by the Kirammans', which is almost the same relationship except it's more explicitly private to the Kirammans' benefit, but I didn't see any pitchforks out for Tobias and Cassandra.

It's just such a double whammy headache to end up reading posts where Mel is hypervillainized while Jayce is practically infantilized because as an adult man in his 30s he simply can't understand complex relationships or make his own decisions. The way some fans have been offended on Jayce's behalf straight up erases any agency or even intelligence he has.

[beelzeballing]

having your two favorite arcane characters be viktor and mel AND shipping jayvik at the same time is like. on one hand i cannot stop collecting w's but also the whole fandom has it out for me cuz the jayvik shippers hate mel and the mel lovers hate jayvik. why cant we all just hold hands. why must we fight.

[elvenscout]

The himbofication of Jayce in the Jayvik community is honestly so frustrating to see.

It feels like the fandom took the idea of Jayce being a big ol' puppy for Viktor (& Mel) too far and removed his canonical intelligence.

This man can be an idiot sometimes, but hes not some big, dumb uwu himbo. He's only an "idiot" bc of his naivity and his ignorance, of which he tries to learn from time and time again.

Throughout season 1 he constantly makes the wrong decision bc of ignorance, or from naively trusting the wrong people because he believed in the good in others.

And while Jayce drops everything for Viktor, this is only up until the point he believes the Viktor he knew is gone, and is now committing atrocities that his Viktor never would have done.

He's a man trying to do his best and constantly failing, but never giving up even amidst all his failures. He's someone who loves science and found understanding and an equal for the first time in his life with Viktor, and never imagined he would lose that.

Yes he would do anything for Viktor, but not at the expense of the world. He surrenders himself in the end bc he failed and he can only hope that he alone will be enough to change Viktors mind. Even if this means he has to die to change his mind. He wants to save Viktor, because he knows this is not him. Because he wanted his Viktor back.

And anyways, he was initially labeled a "puppy" toward his romantic interests in the sense of puppy love: pure and innocent and naive love. He has heart eyes for those he cares about, and trusts them completely, because in his mind, why shouldn't he? He's someone who just wants the best for everyone, and can't imagine how others don't think that way. He has to unlearn this in the cave, when he's forced to reflect on how everything went so wrong.

Jayce can at many times be naive and ignorant, but he is not a himbo.

He's an intelligent, compassionate and flawed individual who wants to believe in the best in others, and has to learn that's just not how the world works.

[viktor-complex]

Sup nerds! I'm Viktor Complex, a drag king based in Ireland

He/They in drag | They/Them outta drag

(Sé/Síad as Gaeilge if you're feeling it)

I'm trans & disabled, and often rely on mobility aids - and they feature a lot in my performance.

I do a lot of goofy lip syncs, attempt some stand up, and bring lotsa political inspo into my drag acts. That, and crossdressing as a 2000s emo boii of course.

You'll mostly find me on the Picture App or the Short Video App, but I do like to lurk here upon occasion too ⚡ I perform all across the country, but create lotsa online content too when spoons allow.

[strayingsocks]

valentine's day jayvik? dude... fuck yes

[aventurineswife]

Is it possible for you to make reader who is just like Viktor from Arcane? In terms of personality, past and goals. With Ratio, Aventurine, The Herta, Ruan Mei and Screwllum?

An Elegance of Flaws

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Ruan Mei x Reader, The Herta x Reader, Screwllum x Reader, Viktor (from Arcane) based Reader, Collaboration, Internal Struggle, Complex Characters, Mentorship, Betrayal, Flaws & Perfection, Anonymity, Ethics of Innovation.

Warnings: Dark themes, Mentions of physical disabilities/injuries, Mentions of obsession and isolation, Mentions of manipulation and exploitation, Emotional tension, Possible self-sacrifice.

A/N: first time writing Screwllum, I still haven't watched Arcane so sorry if it's ooc

The low hum of Penacony's industrial district echoed around you, the staccato rhythm of machines matching the pace of your thoughts. You leaned on the cane in your hand, its polished wood a stark contrast to the soot-covered metal around you. As much as you despised this city, its chaos offered one thing: anonymity. But as your magenta and cyan-eyed companion sauntered into your lab, grinning like a man who’d just rolled a winning hand, anonymity was no longer an option.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Architect of Revolution,” Aventurine teased, leaning casually against your workbench. His glasses caught the dim light, making his smile even more maddening. “I heard rumors, but I didn’t think even you would risk your name for this. Creating miracles in the slums while dodging the IPC’s gaze? Bold.”

Your jaw tightened as you placed your notes down. "And yet here you are. What’s your game this time, Aventurine? Here to gloat? Or to use my work as another one of your high-stakes gambles?"

His grin faltered for the briefest moment. “Why not both?” He pulled a gold chip from his pocket, flipping it between his fingers. “I know what you’re trying to do, [Name]. Reinvent life, strip it of its flaws, make the world… fairer. It’s noble. Impossible, but noble.”

You turned sharply, the familiar ache in your leg forcing you to adjust your stance. “Impossible is your specialty, isn’t it? You wouldn’t be here unless you saw an angle to exploit.”

Aventurine’s expression softened, his usual flamboyance replaced by something quieter. “Exploiting you? No. I admire you, actually. You’ve taken the cards fate dealt you and reshuffled the deck. But… I’m worried you��ll bet everything and lose yourself in the process. Believe me, I know how that feels.”

You stared at him, searching for mockery but finding none. The mask he wore, the calculated charm, cracked just enough to reveal something raw underneath. Despite yourself, you laughed bitterly. “Coming from the man who’d gamble his soul on a coin toss?”

His grin returned, but it was tinged with regret. “Touché. But if you’re risking it all, maybe let me play too. Two minds like ours? We could rewrite the rules together.”

The vast dome of the Intelligentsia Guild library stretched above you, its vaulted ceiling painted with constellations of knowledge. Rows of books and holographic interfaces surrounded you, but your focus was on the intricate mechanism before you—a device meant to stabilize organic matter during transformation. It was your life's work, but even now, it felt incomplete.

“Your equations lack elegance,” a voice called from behind. You turned, finding Ratio standing there, arms crossed, his hair catching the soft glow of the library's lights. His eyes were sharp as ever.

You leaned on your cane, raising an eyebrow. “If you’re here to critique, Dr. Ratio, don’t bother. Elegance is secondary to functionality.”

He stepped closer, examining the device with a critical eye. “Functionality without elegance is like a star that doesn’t shine. It works, but it doesn’t inspire.” He glanced at you. “Your mind is exceptional. Why settle for mediocrity?”

You frowned, turning back to your notes. “Because inspiration doesn’t save lives. This will.”

Ratio’s gaze softened, though his tone remained precise. “And yet, your obsession with saving lives blinds you to the consequences. I’ve read your research, [Name]. You want to fix the flaws in humanity, but at what cost? How much of yourself will you sacrifice before you realize perfection doesn’t exist?”

You slammed your hand on the table, the frustration boiling over. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve lived my entire life shackled by imperfection—my body, my past, this broken world. I’m not chasing perfection. I’m chasing freedom.”

Silence fell between you, broken only by the faint hum of machinery. Ratio sighed, stepping closer. “Freedom is a worthy pursuit. But even the greatest minds need a foundation, someone to steady them when they falter.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Let me be that for you.”

For a moment, you allowed yourself to believe him, to imagine a partnership that didn’t end in betrayal or loss. “If you’re offering your help,” you said quietly, “be prepared to see the worst of me.”

Ratio smiled faintly. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

The lab was cold, the sterile white walls reflecting the icy demeanor of its sole occupant. Ruan Mei stood at the far end, her eyes fixed on a series of holographic projections detailing the evolution of a new species she’d been cultivating. She didn’t look up as you entered, though you knew she’d registered your presence.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice as cool as the lab’s atmosphere. “I thought precision was important to you.”

Leaning on your cane, you gave a faint smirk. “And I thought warmth was important to life, yet here we are.”

Her gaze flicked toward you, a faint twitch of her lips betraying amusement. ��Touché. What brings you here, [Name]? Surely you have more pressing experiments than interrupting mine.”

You moved to the workstation beside hers, placing your prototype on the surface. “I need your insight. The molecular structure is stable, but the integration process fails every time. I thought… maybe you’d see something I don’t.”

She studied you for a long moment, her usually impassive face betraying a hint of curiosity. “You’re admitting you need help? That’s… unexpected.”

You chuckled, though the sound was bitter. “Even I have limits, Ruan Mei. I just hate that I’m reminded of them so often.”

She stepped closer, her hands brushing over the device. “Limits are what define us. They’re also what drive us to innovate.” Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw something other than cold intellect—a flicker of understanding, even kinship. “You remind me of myself, in a way. Always chasing something… unattainable.”

“Perfection?” you asked quietly.

“Meaning,” she corrected. Her voice softened, and she turned back to the device. “Let me help you, [Name]. Not because I think you’ll succeed, but because I want to see what happens when two flawed minds work together.”

You hesitated, the weight of her words settling over you. “Fair enough,” you said finally. “But don’t expect me to share credit.”

She smirked faintly. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The dim light of the mechanized workshop cast long shadows across the intricate gears and cogs spread across your desk. The soft, rhythmic tick of the clock overhead was your only companion as you tinkered with the device before you. The design was elegant but flawed, its energy distribution uneven, its purpose incomplete. You sighed, leaning heavily on your cane, the ache in your leg a familiar reminder of your own imperfections.

A voice interrupted the quiet. Smooth, refined, and tinged with amusement. “You’re going to wear yourself out, [Name]. Even the greatest minds require rest.”

You didn’t look up. “Rest doesn’t bring progress, Screwllum.”

He stepped into the light, his polished frame catching the glow of your desk lamp. His cape swayed as he moved, and his hat tilted slightly, casting a shadow over his glowing eyes. His presence was commanding yet unintrusive, like a puzzle piece slipping perfectly into place.

Screwllum examined your work with a calculating gaze. “You’ve overcompensated for the energy loss in the auxiliary channels. It’s elegant but redundant.” He paused, his head tilting slightly. “Much like your insistence on bearing every burden alone.”

You bristled, gripping your cane tighter. “And what would you know about burdens, Screwllum? You, with your perfectly crafted design and flawless movements.”

He knelt beside you, his mechanical hand tracing the device’s intricate patterns. “More than you might think. Perfection is an illusion, [Name]. One I’ve spent lifetimes chasing. But in my pursuit, I’ve come to realize something.” He glanced up at you, his cyan gaze piercing. “It’s the flaws that make the design meaningful.”

Your jaw tightened. “Meaning doesn’t solve problems. It doesn’t make the world better.”

“Perhaps not,” he admitted, standing gracefully. “But neither does burning yourself out in isolation. Let me help. Together, we might find a solution even you couldn’t imagine alone.”

For a moment, you hesitated. The pride that kept you locked in your solitude warred with the small, desperate part of you that longed for understanding. Finally, you stepped aside, gesturing to the device. “If you think you can improve it, be my guest.”

Screwllum smiled, a faint flicker of light in his expression. “Consider it a collaboration.”

And as his mechanical hands worked alongside yours, for the first time in a long while, the weight on your shoulders felt just a little lighter.

The faint light of the workshop filled the room, its ever-expanding landscapes swirling in holographic projections around you. You leaned on your cane, staring at the interface with a mixture of awe and frustration. The calculations refused to align, their inconsistencies gnawing at your mind like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

“Fascinating,” a voice drawled behind you. “Even someone as brilliant as you can stumble.”

You turned sharply, finding Herta lounging against the doorway, her arms crossed and a bemused smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the years. She looked entirely too amused by your struggle.

“I wasn’t aware I’d invited an audience,” you said dryly, adjusting your stance to ease the ache in your leg. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Madam Herta?”

She sauntered closer, her dress swishing around her ankles. “I heard rumors that the infamous [Name] was working on something groundbreaking. Naturally, I had to see if they were true.” Her gaze flicked to the calculations on your screen. “And I must say, I’m not disappointed.”

You frowned, turning back to the interface. “If you’re here to gloat, save it. I don’t have time for games.”

“Gloat?” she repeated, feigning offense. “I would never. I’m simply curious. You’re like a puzzle, [Name]. A broken masterpiece trying to make the world whole. It’s… endearing.”

Your grip on your cane tightened. “Spare me the poetry, Herta. If you have something useful to contribute, say it. Otherwise���”

“Otherwise what?” she interrupted, stepping closer. Her voice softened, losing its playful edge. “You’ll keep pushing yourself until there’s nothing left? Don’t pretend I don’t see the parallels, [Name]. You’re chasing perfection just like I did. And it will cost you.”

You glared at her, the anger bubbling up despite the quiet truth of her words. “What would you have me do, then? Abandon my work? Watch people suffer because I wasn’t strong enough to finish what I started?”

“No,” she said simply. “I’d have you remember that genius doesn’t mean isolation. Even the brightest stars shine brighter with others around them.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch unexpectedly gentle. “Let me help you, [Name]. Not because I think you need it, but because I want to see what someone like you can achieve when they’re not carrying the weight of the world alone.”

You stared at her, searching for the mockery you’d expected but finding none. Slowly, you nodded. “Fine. But don’t get in my way.”

Herta smiled, a glimmer of triumph in her eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

It's funny that people in this fandom think/hope/wish Ekko would've given Mel a lashing if they met or that every single zaunite would give Mel a lashing. But if Mel's getting a lashing so is Viktor. You think Ekko would meet Viktor and be all buddy-buddy, if that boy found out that a zaunite was the cocreator of hextech (which is poisoning the only source of fresh air in Zaun), cosigned the handing over of Zaun to Silco, and had been working intimately with the Piltover council for 7+ years you think they would've been chill on that front. Now Viktor doesn't do any harm to the undercity with intent or purpose but neither does Mel and you know impact matters more than intent.

We see Ekko criticise Jayce. He'd do the same on to Mel and Viktor. They're the same entity, a three-headed dragon. You can't cut one without cutting the other.

But this is all hypothetical truly, Ekko has more important things to do than cuss people out that boy's radicalism is centred in mutual aid and providing safe haven for his people. He only ever fights because he has to. Your desire to see the sweetest kindest boy in the show tear down and inflict violence on the only other black protagonist... is pretty typical, actually.

[burningfunobject]

S2 arcane spoilers!!

Anyone else notice how dim viktors eyes look in the new season like

And it's like this for nearly every other shot

Compared to his eyes in s1

And he's rlly out of character too

And sure that could be the trauma of EVERYTHING that's happened

But I feel like it's more than that

The hexcore is controlling him obviously so maybe we'll see him try to fight against it??

I really hope he does bc I don't think the whole magic arcane Jesus thing is really working for me tbh

OR if he doesn't manage to get free of the hexcore maybe he decides to lean into it by baking himself even more robotic buy powered by hextech or whatever the new equivalent would be

I've also been thinking maybe he'll start upsetting the chem barrens?? But it seems kinda unlikely

[jules-ln]

Me:

I love dark complex characters, villains are always my favorite. I love Singed and Ambessa. I love how everything awful they do it's born out of love, even if they are hurting their daughters with their misguided love

I love Silco, one of the best written characters I've seen, how he committed so much crimes in name of "progress" for Zaun, just to then throw it all away because he couldn't let go of his daughter, the person he loved the most

I love dark Jayce with all my soul, I love that he's so bright and seemingly good at first glance just for his hidden darkness to show, the mask to slip. His obsession, his selfishness, his love, all revealed the moment he's about to lose Viktor

Love that Jayce loves Viktor enough to not just live for him, but also to kill for him, to even kill Viktor out of love.

There's so much hidden depth inside Jayce, without Viktor, without his light, there's nothing inside his heart but a deep, deep, dark abyss that swallows everything

I love dark evil Viktor, I love Viktor as a villain, I don't think they went far enough with him in the show, I wanted them to go farther

I wanted to see kind, soft spoken Viktor break, I wanted to see what it would take for him to scream, to kick, to bare his teeth and bite until it draws blood

To be cruel and for him to think that he has a right to it after everything he's gone through

I wanted Viktor to do the worst and for Jayce to still love him even after that, because Jayce loves him not despite his darkness, but loves that darkness as much as every other flaw Viktor has

...

I also liked that Mel was manipulative and I would've like to see more of that lmao

Some weirdo: Why are you demonizing Mel!?

Me:

[isolabellz]

angsty jayce sketch