
Don't ask me why this doppelganger theme was used; it was absolutely jarring to read it the first time, and confuses me still. I also don't know why Heimerdinger would assume that Hextech would 'speak' to either of them as humans are not spiritual/attuned to the Arcane as Heimerdinger is.
Also, lol at the description of the actual man being 'tall, dark and handsome'. You can ever escape that stereotype, can you pooners?

Nothing like making a mockery over a spinal condition. It is doubly funny because Viktor is an FTM, so seeing him 'hunch over' in front of other people makes it seem like he's cowering in front of them. AKA what real men do.
(Still not grasping this doppelganger plot, it took me right out of the flow of the story.)

"Yeah I just said some shit in front of Not-Viktor who is clearly a metaphor for my lost feelings and love, anyways aren't I deep for including this red herring that will absolutely have no meaning in the future?"

Yes, these two are going to enact an elaborate plot to get these two pooners together because Heimerdinger suddenly cares about the futility of human love with a nice dashing of hedonism. He didn't even spare that much attention to Viktor in the show; why should he care what these two get up to?

Piltover is actually a society fine with same-sex relationships; it's how you present yourself that matters (pretty sure the showrunners confirmed they're not that anal about who fucks who, so long as it gets you something in the end). Them caring about 'repression' is just stupid; you mean to tell me they were fine 'coming out' as men, yet they can't 'come out' as gay men? Ho hum.
Threatening someone's grades because they won't talk to someone else is a shitty thing to do, romance or not. This does not strike me as romantic - it's borderline blackmail. Caitlyn also not knowing what Hextech is is rich because her mother directly funds Jayce's research.
"If you won't fuck me or ask me out, I'll destroy your entire career" is the plot for a murder novel, not a T4T 'gay love' fic, but whatever.

"I'm going to out you in front of your peers, doesn't that sound great?"
Again, why the fuck does a yordle care?

For a 'Guys fucking dudes' fic, I cannot get over how f
emale coded the internal monologues are. Usually, your typical M/M fic has the pining and the want, but the language can equally be used for a F/M fic. It's neutral. Here, they're talking like teenage girls. Actual men are very upfront with what they want - the fact that they aren't clocks them as female.
PS - pooners don't have big heads. Unless you're talking about Amanda Jette Knox, than that cow has a huge noggin.

Ah, the typical autism defense. All this because these losers won't ask each other out. This isn't pining, this is emotional torture.

"We're going to stop you from working because we really want you to confront your feelings and fuck. Aren't we just stellar individuals? We couldn't do this over a private meeting. We had to make this humiliating!"

Yes, they did the rose petals cheese, with the bisexual lighting. For two Real Doods. Instead of, I don't know, booking them a nice posh apartment with all expenses paid, with a big bottle of lube in the drawer. Did they include the scented bath tub and candles, too?

Why not just do that, Jayce? If you were a real man you'd act on them, instead of having these teenage girl feelings about whether another 'dood' wants to hold your hand or not. The sap is so strong it made me cringe.
(PS - I would consider Viktor beautiful but he automatically gets made fugly when he becomes a pooner, so that term will be taken with a heavy dose of salt.)

It took a yordle, fairy lights and rose petals to get them to make this lesbian confession, and boy is it fucking bad. There's pining, there's obliviousness, and there's pining so fucking obvious only a paint-huffing retard couldn't take the hint. This is one of those cases.

This dialogue, man. When I said it was sappy earlier, I meant it. It's so sweet as to be rotten, and I have to roll my eyes every time I read it. Just get to the point, already! And despite the declarations of love and
insistence that there's love, there's really none of that chemistry. These are just two women, pretending to be men, pretending not to be in love with each other.
Oh, and note the uwu smol Viktor thing. Must I stress he's only s
ix inches shorter than Jayce? Not a foot. He's 5'8.
Also, anyone could have told you that the yordle was trying to bait you into confessing. The plot's just that shitty to be open with its intent.

I'll say. The guy was going to do the best man thing by t
hreatening to get rid of your research if you didn't confess your attraction for one another. What a great guy! Of course, this confession could've happened in the privacy of Jayce's room, just saying. Would've made it more impactful.

> Warm, strong, solid
> Barely above 5'4
> If you're solid, it's because you're fat
> Insist that pooners routinely get up to six feet tall
> Insist that they're just as strong as real men, despite not being able to beat them in basic things like grip strength
> That feel when retarded

Why didn't you just confess there, you sappy son of a bitch? Too moody? Too scared of expressing your Real Man Dude feelings? C'mon, man!
Also, 'I'll be gentle'? You don't even have a dick!

> Be a trans author
> Insist you are just like real men
> Inadvertently, and without fail, describe canonical male characters as being smaller, weaker, and 'engulfed' by the male character you kept male
> Fail to notice this
> Unaware of how funny this is
> Write said FTM characters as being hedonists that need to have casual sex to be affirmed
> Said FTM character wonders why they aren't loved/considered the 'campus slut'
> Only exist to be a receptacle for cock
> End up sounding worse than your tradcon fantasies on Twitter
> Be a progshit writing this, and think nothing is wrong
> Just Pooner Things