Tfw When The Tragedy Is Tragic :(

Give me chronically fatigued Viktor.

Give me Viktor, falling asleep at his desk in the middle of the day because he’s been staring at those calculations for so long and his head is just too heavy to keep upright anymore, no matter how much sleep he gets.

Give me Viktor, leaving the lab early in the summers until Jayce builds him a personal AC unit, because the heat makes him drowsy.

Give me Viktor, falling asleep at a Council meeting, because it’s dark and he’s sitting and the voices around him have been droning on for hours. He startles when Jayce nudges him to leave. A succinct summary dictated by Mel appears in the lab the next day. (Viktor appreciates this, as it’s hard to focus on Jayce’s words when he’s so exhausted and he’s terrible at summarizing anyway)

Give me Viktor, nearly causing an explosion when his vision blurs/crosses while engineering, resulting in a stray spark. Jayce bans Viktor from operating machinery after 5pm, one of the only lab rules Viktor hates but won’t break.

Give me Viktor, frustrated at a problem for hours, only for Jayce to correct something he had made a mistake on due to brain fog.

Give me Viktor blaring music, drinking religious amounts of caffeine, and blasting his AC to near-freezing to keep himself somewhat alert.

Give me a Viktor who keeps oversleeping, showing up to the lab at noon because Jayce never has the heart to go and wake him when he clearly needs the rest. Viktor eventually moves in with Jayce because he can’t trust himself to wake up anymore, no matter how many alarms he sets. Plus, Jayce lives closer to the lab, and it’s an easier walk in terms of both pain and fatigue.

Give me Viktor leaning on Jayce at an event because there’s no place to sit and putting weight on his crutch relieves the pain in his leg, not the constant exhaustion pulling at his soul. Give me Jayce offering gentle support for that smallest bit of relief.

Give me a Viktor who’s not tired from long nights in the lab, but because of his illness.

first time vs last time in the nightmare realm

both done on an aggie/magma/drawpile

man this piece of media i like that's bad and sucks would be so cool and awesome if it wasnt bad and didnt suck. unfortunately,

you guys made luigi mangione trend for days and I need to see the same energy for brianna boston. she is a 43 year old mother of three who ended a phone call with blue cross blue shield (after being denied a claim) “delay deny depose, you people are next” and is now being held under a 100,000$ bond and could face FIFTEEN years of prison if charged. she has no weapons, her record is clean, and yet she is being held behind bars. they are afraid of the public and are trying to subdue. do not let them!!!! be outraged that our freedom of speech is being threatened!!!!! deny defend depose! free brianna boston!

there is something so important to me about what happens between who you were and who you became, because the answer is ‘nothing you will ever be able to forget’

We need more young stan content out here.

And nah I ain't talking about 12 year old Stanley or 30 year old mullet Stan, I'm talking 17 year old, slicked back hair, acne riddled Stan pines.

Yeah that one.

I am so happy mullet Stan is so popular because his fit slaps ngl and the angst is so potent I can't not respect it. But teenage Stan has so much potential it's driving me insane.

There is a line dividing the 17 years of relative happiness Stan had with Ford and the 10+ years of depression and crime he had on the streets, and teenage Stan uses that line as a goddamn jump rope.

Seriously, depending on how you look at it dude is either living his best life or is fighting for said life in the trenches of homelessness and poverty.

I see a lot of content regarding Stan on the streets but it only ever focuses on 30ish Stan in his later years of homelessness where he's already a hardened adult after years of dealing with this bullshit. But Stan didn't just drive away and then magically turn 30. There were times in those first few months after Stan got kicked out where he was in his car, trying to sleep, probably starving, while still being fundamentally a child.

Hell, compared to the 30ish age of mullet Stan and the 60+ year old con man he'd later become, teenage Stan is damn near a baby. There's a certain brightness about him, a sort of warm naive optimism that still clings to him because he's straight up just too young to know any better.

He's still fully convinced he's gonna make it rich and go back to his family in a few years. He still believes wholeheartedly that even if shit sucks right now, eventually everything is gonna be okay. It has to be. But it's not gonna be okay. It's not gonna be okay for a long time. And some parts are just never gonna be okay.

Seeing a happy and oblivious teenage Stan feels like watching a baby lamb walk into a slaughter house.

The next 10-something years are going to tear him apart limb from limb. In 40 years he's going to wake up on a boat during a bout of amnesia thinking he's in Columbian prison, or he's locked in the trunk of a car and about to drown, or his shoulder is on fire and his brother is gone, or it's the end of the world and everyone he ever dared to give a shit about is about to die in front of him and it's all his fault because he was too weak to stop it.

At some point, a young Stanley is going to get into his first true life or death fight. He doesn't even have to be involved with crime yet for it to happen. He's probably bruised and bleeding, with not nearly enough money to afford a doctor. He's sitting in the driver's seat of his El Diablo having a complete and utter break down because he almost died and suddenly everything is real.

Nothing is okay, absolutely nothing is going to be okay and whatever is left of his teenage innocence, naivety, and warmth dies in that car and it never comes back.

The next 10+ years are going to fundamentally change Stanley as a person and he's never going to be the same ever again. But teenage Stan doesn't know that, he's still a kid trying to sleep in the back of his car, ignoring hunger pangs and finding comfort in the half baked business ideas his mind cooks up because he doesn't understand how utterly done for he is.

12 year old Stanley I believe is so appealing because of his bright rambunctious spirit. He's still just a kid playing on the beach with his brother, but so was teenage Stan. I just wish the wholesomeness that comes with that and the subsequent hurt that follows as that spirit is broken over and over again by the world was explored more.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

I just saw a TikTok about how Jayce’s fatal flaw is that he is willing to do anything to help the people he cares about, regardless of the consequences, and I had a thought:

Jayce agreed to destroy the hexcore at Viktor’s request, but at that point his death was still an abstract. When he is faced with Viktor, limp from a snapped spine of the council chamber floor, he barely hesitates in using Hextech to save him.

Because despite the promise he made, despite how it betrays Viktor’s wishes, he loves Viktor too much to let him die while Jayce can do something. And he would rather lose him than lose him.

Isha really wanted to go to work with aunty Sevika today

six fanarts 2/6: viktor

i promised you 🦋

(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)

GOD I love Zaunite Viktor. Give that man the Steampunk aesthetic he deserves

Some Zaunite Viktor and academy Jayce