Ik wilde even hoi zeggen, aangezien ik niet veel mensen tegenkom die Nederlands spreken op Tumblr! Ik heb uw regels gelezen 😌
oh hi ! Bedankt daarvoor! Het is idd vrij uniek om een europeaan tegen te komen hier laatstaan iemand die nederlands praat. Fijn je te ontmoeten tho !
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“Benefit it? Benefit it?!”
Anger swells and she lurches forwards. But for an instant, she doesn’t see him. She see’s the building- Jayce’s lab- exploding. She see’s the explosion of blue light from the canning factory, the sensation of falling-
She snaps back only to realise she’s actually fallen to her knees at his feet, panting. Pink tears stream down her face and she can’t seem to stop shaking. It’d been years, why was it so bad now-
Today’s the anniversary idiot. Today is 8 years since you murdered us-
She gets up, rolling back onto her feet. Her head is hurting so much it’s like someone shot her.
Do you have somewhere to go? A guardian or a friend I can take you to?
The question makes her look up finally. Her eyes, bright pink, pupils lost in the hue stare at him for a long moment, unblinking before she gives a half hearted laugh. “T-they’re all dead. I killed them.” Her voice breaks and she looks away, swaying on the spot.
No not all dead. She still had Silco. She’d always have Silco. Nothing was going to happen to him. Not if she could help it.
“…I can walk myself… I don’t need your help.” She shakes her head, scrubbing her cheek with the back of a gloved hand much harder then necessary. “What are you even doing down here anyway. Really? Did wonder boy kick you out?”
He stumbles back in surprise and only barely keeps himself from falling on his ass. But not without cost, the sudden exertion launches him into one of his coughing fits. It only takes a couple of seconds but by the time he is done and has habitually wiped the blood off on his pants it feels like his lungs have ended up in his throat. Or whatever is left of them anyway.
There is fear in his eyes when he looks down at her, clutching his crutch in preparation to do... Something. He feels like he's caught a wild animal in headlights with how unpredictable this situation is.
Her words, instead of increasing his fear make his expression soften with more empathy. He thinks of the hexcore, of Sky, of her calling his name before she... To put it simply, he sympathises.
" I'm from here . Can't I visit my old home ? " It's not the truth. Viktor hasn't had a place he'd truly call home since his parents died. Still, he’s not keen to reveal the real reason he’s come to some random, insane girl. Let alone about opening up about his condition. “ And I’m not his pet , you know . “ He adds with well veiled frustration. His independence is something he values greatly. Even from Jayce.
“ I assume he’s the one who told you about me , then ? “ It’s an odd duo to imagine. Even weirder to imagine the topic of him coming up. “ How did that come to be ? “
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zauns-doctor:
If ever there was a moment to see Singed’s face change slightly it was now. His eyes widened at the sight of the hexcore for only a moment before his expression returned to it’s cold demeanor. This was truly a scientific breakthrough Viktor was on. A way for man to harness and understand better the flimsy nature of magic that annoyed him so.
He walked a bit closer to it. He knew from his own experiments that sometimes safety was important when dealing with powerful forces so he cared not to stray too close as he leaned down a bit to observe this phenomenon. “You have truly grown into something Viktor…..this is astounding work and much that can be done….” He looked for a chair before pulling one up and pulling out his own journal.
“Your notes are all inclusive no? I would need as much information as I can get my hands on as quickly as possible.”
Viktor misses the brief change in demeanor in favour of joining him in observing the hexcore. The object has been the center of his obsession for the past few weeks, and for good cause. As it currently stands it may be the only hope he has to curing his disease and giving himself the opportunity to live long enough to make the difference he has always longed for. For all the hope the technomagical wonder has given him however, it’s given him almost an equal amount of frustration. Evident by his old mentor being here at all.
The sudden praise is unexpected enough that he does turn his gaze away from the hexcore and towards him. The moment of sentimentality passes quickly. Astounding work he says, sure, if only it would work.
“ They’re all theoretical still . “ He confirms as he leans over his desk to gather the relevant papers scattered haphazardly around, even the small exertion has him breathing heavier than he was before. “ I’ve tried it all . But the plants - they never survive the transformation . I must be making a mistake somewhere , have failed to see something , but I just can’t figure it out . “ He explains further as he holds out the stack of notes for him to take, his frustration and desperation seeping into his voice despite his best tries to remain completely composed.
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aleksandra waliszewska // yves olade // joy priest, horsepower // richard siken, wishbone
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eyes that normally pierced the air & remained full of irritation close with a sigh accompanying. pain elicits a wince & flinch of the face, her only good arm flexing as it lifted the entire form up off the ground. the crutch was a nice assist. holding on long enough to maintain balance, the same arm extended with crutch in hand… ‘ ‘preciate it. ’
“ Don’t mention it . “ He replies politely as he takes his mobility aid back. There’s hesitation, though. She looks like absolute shit and he can’t just leave her like this. “ I don’t know how much help I’ll be in getting you there , but do you have a place to go where you’ll be safe ? “ Considering they’re strangers, he’s unsure if she’ll let him take a look at her wounds. But it’s best to take one step at a time.
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BUT I AM , BUT I AM , BUT I AM A CAREFULLY LAID PLAN.
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𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 . ( a collection of 40 questions for muns , with assorted questions directed towards both single - muse & multi - muse blogs! )
∗ o1﹕ when were you first introduced to tumblr rp , & do you remember how ?
∗ o2﹕ how long have you been writing [ character ] ?
∗ o3﹕ do you prefer to write in silence , or with music / background noise ?
∗ o4﹕ what is your primary source of inspiration for [ character ] ?
∗ o5﹕ what character have you never written , but have wanted to ?
∗ o6﹕ is there something about the roleplay community that irks you ?
∗ o7﹕ what character/s do you relate to the most ?
∗ o8﹕ what time of day do you feel you create your best work ?
∗ o9﹕ do you prefer writing original characters or canon characters ?
∗ 10﹕ is there a piece of your character’s canon that you refuse to accept ?
∗ 11﹕ what is a headcanon you have for [ character ] that you haven’t posted ?
∗ 12﹕ do you prefer extensive plotting , or writing things on a whim ?
∗ 13﹕ if you could tell your muse something , what would it be ?
∗ 14﹕ what is your preferred genre of plots ? fluff , angst , smut , etc … ?
∗ 15﹕ what is your favorite dynamic trope to write ?
∗ 16﹕ is there a recognizable pattern in your taste in characters ?
∗ 17﹕ do you use dictionaries or thesauruses often when writing ?
∗ 18﹕ which of your verses or arcs is your favorite to write about ?
∗ 19﹕ would you prefer to write short & sweet threads , or multi - para replies ?
∗ 20﹕ has your view of your muse changed while you’ve been writing them ?
∗ 21﹕ what is one thing you love about your muse , & one thing you dislike ?
∗ 22﹕ would you consider [ character name ] to be a comfort character ?
∗ 23﹕ what genre or topic do you have the most difficult time writing about ?
∗ 24﹕ is there a specific song that gets you in the mood for writing ?
∗ 25﹕ who is an author whose writing inspires your own ?
∗ 26﹕ who was your very first muse ? would you consider writing them now ?
∗ 27﹕ what is a trend within the rpc that you would consider to be overrated ?
∗ 28﹕ what is a turn - off when you’re seeking writing partners ?
∗ 29﹕ what part of your blog’s style are you most attached to ?
∗ 30﹕ do you have any fandoms that you avoid writing within ?
∗ 31﹕ what hobbies do you have outside of roleplaying ?
∗ 32﹕ what were the last three songs you listened to ?
∗ 33﹕ have you ever been in the middle of drama in the rpc ?
∗ 34﹕ how do you feel about personal blogs interacting with your posts ?
∗ 35﹕ is there a character you consistently have muse for ?
∗ 36﹕ how has your writing style evolved since you started writing on tumblr ?
∗ 37﹕ have you ever ventured into writing fanfiction ?
∗ 38﹕ what’s a bad habit you have when it comes to roleplay ?
∗ 39﹕ what would you say is the best faceclaim decision you’ve ever made ?
∗ 40﹕ what is your opinion on duplicates ?
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she’s bloody, exhausted & clearly BEATEN. an arm held loose & dangling by her side. each intake of air was sharp & filled expressions with pain. ‘ y’plan on helpin’ me up, or y’just gonna stand and stare? ’
He doesn’t say anything in return. The only immediate sign that he’s even heard her is the pursing of his lips in thought. The moment quickly passes though, but instead of physically helping her up he hands her his crutch. Shifting to lean against a nearby wall himself. “ I , eh , I will need that back . “ He notes.
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@gcldendefender said: “I just wanted to see you smile again.” <3
Viktor is speechless as he stares at the crutch in Jayce’s hands. A present, he’d declared. A much needed upgrade to the replacement cane that hadn’t meant to be a permanent solution to his previous one breaking that fateful day in the lab. The thought of needing to get a new one had occured to him plenty, but he can’t remember ever complaining about it out loud. Had Jayce been so attentive that he’d noticed his discreet struggling?
The idea spontaneously brings a fond smile to his face. It turns into a slight chuckle at Jayce’s cheesy remark. Embarassed, he drops his head and looks away.
No one has ever done something like this for him before.
“ Jayce . Thank you , really . You didn’t have to . “ He says as he takes the item from him. It’s the perfect size, even. Of course it is. “ I feel awkward . I don’t have anything to give you in return . “
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“Of course, i wasnt asking to take the hex-core from your lab. Just need some time with it.” He says his mood growing brighter as the other lets him use it…without him to… well sneak…like the last time. “You wont regret this viktor and if im right i’ll tell you right away.” He says placing a hand on the others shoulder nearly bouncing with joy but you know keeping it on the level you know?
“ Of course . “ He agrees with a court nod. A small smile even briefly flashes across his face at the reassurances. Then, he turns to grab his crutch from where it had been propped up against his desk. “ I trust you , Jayce . I know you care about this too . “ He steps out of the way as he speaks, then gestures towards his empty seat. “ I do appreciate your support . I don’t have much time left . I can - “ His sentence trails off. He sighs and swallows before continuing with a grim tonal change.
“ ... I can feel it . “
Uncomfortable with the moment of vulnerability, he looks towards the papers on his desk and quickly changes the subject. “ I’ll leave some of my research notes with you . There is no use reinventing the wheel , so to speak . If you don’t mind , I’ll stick around a little longer in case you have any questions . I strongly doubt I could rest right now anyway . “
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@sinners-saintsandsaviors said: "Who are you? You know what? I don't care. We've got to go." Vi spoke frantically her eyes darting around the scene.
Vi was running, Sevika somehow found her, then came the invasion of firelights then Jinx. They weren't watching where they were going so accidentally ran their shoulder into the stranger. Her nose was dripping with thick red blood ever so slightly, grime covering her lightly freckled face, eyebags sunken into her skull. And possibly even more injuries that she was too hyped up on adrenaline to notice.
She wasn't going to help him originally, but with his cane and the way he walked. I mean she'd be an asshole not to right? The streets of Zaun were loud that night, deafening snaps and booms as light filled the thick dark air. Jinx. It was her again and again. Yet Vi still held her foolish idea that Powder was still there. That she could save her sister.
Her blue eyes looked up into the older man's, a hint of fear before completely masking herself. "Its not safe, this whole part might go up in flames."
Viktor had been taking his time while on his way back to the bridge. The doctor had given him a lot to think about and entering Piltover with what he’d given him feels like a finality he’s still uncertain about. Despite how much it’s changed the streets of the undercity still bring a comfortable sense of nostalgia.
His thoughts are interrupted abruptly by the woman that almost knocks him on his ass. Not an impressive feat by any means, a strong breeze could accomplish the same these days. Still he manages to catch himself with his crutch. The large thud of it forcefully hitting the stonework drowned out by the noises the city makes. His hand shakes from the weight.
He opens his mouth to answer her question, then promptly shuts it again when she interrupts him. Instead he notices her injuries, his brows knit together. “ Are you oka - ? “ His question gets interrupted yet again, this time by the explosions that shake the air around them. Frantically he turns his head to look behind them, then, as he turns back to meet her eyes once more and reads her expression; he understands.
The arm holding onto his crutch shakes under the pressure of his weight as he starts moving.
“ I won’t be able to keep up . “ He hurriedly tells her. Even in his prime a full speed sprint was out of the question. Now is definitely not his prime. “ It’s okay . Leave me , I’ll only slow you down . “
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“I’m…. Friends, lets say, with an old friend of yours.”
Her tone is still of anger, even as he shifts. It falters though, just a fraction in her face. Her head hurts just thinking about Singed. Her mind falls backwards to the pain of being brought back, of Vi and that enforcer leaving her to die. She screws her eyes shut for a moment, hand coming to her temple. “Not now.” It’s hissed between teeth as she strikes herself on the head. White stars dance across the darkness of the back of her eyelids.
“Why?” She forces herself to try and pull away from the memories, to try and keep hold of the anger that she’s feeling about the idea of one of their own leaving to join them. Like Vi.
“Why did you leave to help them? Hextech ruined everything. That stupid crystal ruined everything!”
Her eyes snap open, glowing pink in the half light. Her head hurts and its getting distracting. She’s fighting back a way of memories that threaten to spill over.
“ Ah . I see ... “ There is hesitancy in his voice as he realises that the anger she holds is not entirely placed on him. What the doctor has been doing since they parted ways he has no idea. He’s not naive enough to believe his work has gotten any more ehtical than it was when he was a child. The way she speaks of him doesn’t instill a lot of confidence either.
He’s taken aback by her outburst. Though there’s fear in his reaction, there’s sympathy too. The fishures is where he grew up. There’s no way for him to know the extent of what she’s been through. But he knows what these places do to people.
The original hesitancy is still very much present. He doesn’t like having to explain himself especially to people he doesn’t know. Still, he feels like she needs one. So he tries. “ When we created Hextech we wanted it to benefit the undercity . Make it a better place . But you’re not wrong , we lost that vision . I wish to set that right . “ Of course he can’t know she likely isn’t even talking about that. He just hopes his words mean anything to her.
If he knows anything about chance encounters like this, it is that they never end well for him and it’s best to always leave as soon as possible. But she’s obviously troubled, alone and she looks so young too. And... has she been taking shimmer? He can’t just leave her here. “ ... Do you have somewhere to go ? A guardian or a friend I can take you to ? “
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// the idea that Jinx would recognise Viktor as the guy from Jayce’s notebook is hilarious to me. //
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“Interesting to see the symbol of Piltovers study at least.” A raised hand partially to wave off his worry of Jayce. “Do not worry I wouldn’t attempt to ruin your attempt with such a fellow.” He looked back at Viktor. “Then show me the Hexcore, I have studied my share of magic for some time and it’s affect on the human body. At the very least I would need to take some notes to take back to my lab if you wish me to leave soon.”
He frowns at his choice of words, but doesn't say anything more of it. Instead he gestures to follow him to where his own desk sits. " I don't want to rush you . I hope you understand my position . " He says. It's genuine, too. In spite of the abrupt way their old friendship ended Viktor still holds pleasant childhood memories with him as a mentor figure. In a better world this would have been an interesting reunion. He also truly appreciates his willingness to help. Whether out of genuine care for his life, what he has left to give or even simple scientific curiosity.
" Here it is . " As he speaks, he lifts the veil that previously covered the hexcore. The item humming softly in response. “ Like I explained , it reacts to biological matter . You can look over my research notes if you wish . “
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Silco hardly ever waited to be invited anywhere, slinking in and out again at his leisure as though he owned the place. He kept his distance from Viktor, however, managing to always make sure there were several feet between the two of them. Familiar enough, but not so much they might grow accustomed to the other. Wasn’t good for business.
“Oh, you scientific sorts are all the same– too busy with your studies to ever give a moments notice for something else. You have your little differences, but the similarities are always so noticeable.” Silco tutted before he clasped his hands behind his back. “I thought that it was due time you and I had a chat is all. One doesn’t go about using my resources for so long without the one providing them getting a sniff from time to time.”
If he were any less practiced in self control, he would have rolled his eyes. Topside or undercity, politicians are all the same too. So many words just to say nothing. He wishes people would just stop playing this verbal game and say what they mean. It's not like pretty words have ever really worked on him. It's yet another opinion he doesn't voice.
What he says next does make him pause. His eyebrows pull together in a deep frown as he shifts his gaze to look up at him again. " When he gave them to me he didn't tell me there would be strings attached . " He says. Not that he wouldn't have taken it if it had been mentioned. Like the doctor himself had observed, Viktor is beyond desperate. " If this is about compensation , I can pay the market price for what he gave me . "
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@hextechherald / starter call.
the lack of tangibility , a brief mirage of fleeting faith. guidance that seems so flawed. the absence of the sun’s light , dwindling beneath clouds as he’s shrouded within the expanse of doubt corroding behind the farce of confidence. “ everything seems so simple , then you take a step back – the angle changes & suddenly . . . you realize how it’s all falling apart. ”
" If your goal was to try and cheer me up , you are failing miserably . " Whether the quip was one made out of sarcastic humour or genuine annoyance is unclear through the exhausted tone in his voice. More hope fades with each failed experiment. Meanwhile each breath becomes harder and harder to take.
" We have to keep trying . We have to - " A coughing fit interrupts whatever he was trying to say. When he speaks again, blood stains his teeth. " There has to be something we haven't tried . Anything . " The words are uttered more as a plea than with any real conviction.
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