sinday headcanons! / @libidinelostaccepting.

his academic prowess! 

being defender falls short to him if compared to how much he enjoys being known as one of piltover’s brightest talents when it comes to hextech and techmaturgy. it’s what got him out of a miserable life as a poor orphan child and it’s what first made him famous, so it’s what he clings to the most when it comes to pride.

Yasuo wasn’t the kind to frequent Bildgewater for any reason, really. It stank of rotting beasts, crawled with big-time gangs and pick-pockets alike, and the drink tasted like piss. When mortals weren’t calling upon him to bestow favor for heroic deeds, he had little else going on. Yone was missing-but if Yone was in the same state as he was there was no rush. It wasn’t like he really wanted to have that conversation anyways. 

Darius/Swain

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP |

Okay so it’s weird, right, like Darius and Swain never seemed to be on the same wavelength to me?  It’s take the right writer to sway me, but I’m not against it, I see why people like it.

Iris/Swain

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP |

She blinks as she looks down at the other.  Normally the woman would have no ability to reach her cheek unless she climbed the oni like a tree, but she had managed to catch Olgans attention and have her bend over, which let her get in that cheeky kiss.     She, didn’t quite know how to react, most didn’t get this close, let alone show her any affection. So she just touched where she was kissed and looked down at the woman, slightly confused.

rate jayce // @libidinelostaccepting

there’s an easy, pleased little smirk on his lips when he hears the words coming out jorie’s mouth—a touch of boyish mischief glinting in his eyes that makes him all the more charming to some. he doesn’t expect honesty, as it is customary not to in piltover, but he appreciates it. it’s not the full score he’s used to, but really, it doesn’t hurt his ego a single bit.

@libidinelost

jayce can’t help but look at her with an amused quirk of a brow, pulling away from the paperwork the academy had dropped upon him to revise. despite how often he keeps to his personal workshop, he still holds a room back at the academy’s facilities. 

he remembers them saying he deserved it---something about his ingenuity and relevance to the recent history of hextech. 

it still hadn’t been enough to convince him into teaching but they hadn’t taken it back..

first three get kisses (4/3) // @libidinelostnot accepting.

IN TRUTH, jayce doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, but for someone who has such a taste for routine, he’s always been shockingly good at improvising. something about people finding his ways charming (–likely because of this looks; as much as he loves piltover, he knows how vapid their opinions are when concerned with aesthetic) always made it all much easier than it should, but it puts him in profitable situations, so he can’t quite complain. the issue with improvisation, however, is that there’s a need for compliance when others are involved.

so when the officer approaches them both with a look of suspicion despite the obviety of who he is, he takes to his good old smile, taking jorie’s hand in his own. for a second, the look in his face changes to one that says ‘just go along with it’ before he takes that same hand to his lips, kissing its back. the officer stops, then, and frowns.

ah, there he goes again.

“defender, sir, is that woman with you?”

jayce gives the man a quirked brow, almost theatrical, before he tightens his grasp on jorie’s hand just slightly, as if to make a small statement. ah, he hopes he doesn’t get punched for this later—he still remembers she’s got a mean hook. “well, what does it look like, officer?”

“it’s just that—”

“it’s just that…?” his quirked eyebrow goes a little bit higher, his face tilting to the side. the officer seems to be at loss for words for a moment, before he goes on.

“she seems susp—”

“oh. i see. so you’re doubting the idoneity of my companion?” there’s an underlying disapproval in the way he lilts ‘my’ in his speech that makes the poor man shrink on the spot. he imagines she looks suspicious for the fancy streets of north piltover, unsure if the officer knows anything in particular about the woman, but he doesn’t need his reasons. not now, at least.  “bold, mr. officer. real bold of you, but perhaps a little bit questionable, don’t you think? of all people in piltover to question…” he isn’t usually one to take a liking to this sort of meaningless displays of authority, but it served his purposes, now and then. he gives jorie another look when the man looks away, clearly embarrassed, one that simply seems placating.

“alright, of course, sir. i apologize. i’ll leave you two be.”

“thank you, mr. officer. really, you have my thanks,” wearing a broad, charming smile this time around, jayce pats the man’s shoulders a bit on the heavy side before he hooks his arm on jorie’s own, pressing a light little peck to her cheek mid-motion to make his little act more convincing, “let’s go, darling, shall we?” and after that display, he finally drags them both away from the scene. after they are quite a few meters away, he lets her go with a sigh, as if worn out by his own theatrics. 

“guess you owe me one. not sure why i did that, though—” he stops, frowning, realizing how whimsical all of this had been. oh well. every man had odd impulses now and then, right? besides, he had taken a liking to the lady after their last few encounters. piltover had nastier fellas to arrest, he assumes, and this was the easiest way of not having his associations questioned. scratching pensively at the side of his jaw, he looks back at the bilgewatian, then just shrugs lightly.