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How to fight his "horny demons",featuring Jayce Talis the defender of tomorrow-
Old man Viktor trying to impress young Jayce so bad he pulled multiple muscles and had to lie down after.
Extract from my new edit video on Jayce and Viktor ! (Arcane)
Full video available on my Tumblr and on my Youtube channel LittleTooth'
chapter 3 of the spiderverse au fic is done and dusted so to celebrate i cooked up some spider-jayce and doc vik designs :]
read the fic here!
the voices... of course, I had to make this AU??!
(Which arm, Viktor, huh ? Which one ??)
They were not a couple so, Jayce (who had a very bad day and just wanted to hug it out) proceeded to freak out, backed out of the lab and never mentioned it again but, Astral Viktor, that mf ? He'd be delighted to remind Jayce of that moment in time, of that missed call and watch him die from embarrassment and resentment over himself
(I'm glad they've never beaten the gay allegations and never will)
In every universe
Finished (??) howl’s moving castle AU. Might draw more for it later…
Jayvik stuff I drew in school
^ Almost dead and his biggest problem is being bisexual smh BTW I love me a good poly ship but oh soo not them,,, Mel should go and kiss Lest on the lips I think
Was talking to a friend about the fate of old bad timeline Viktor and whoops my hand slipped have a sketch comic 🫣
jayvik designs so iconic they only lasted one episode
i have nothing to say except i’m coping !
someone commented ‘the sun, the moon and jayce’ under my previous meljayvik post i laughed so hard that i just had to draw it
No way I just saw someone say the arcane fandom is dead. Like tell me you don't know what a dead fandom is without telling me you don't know what a dead fandom is.
i know everyone already did this, but i don't care
Throwback to this absolutely heartbreaking banger
“Where is his cane? He can’t walk without his cane—“ Jayce babbles frantically as he rummages through the rubble. His fingers bleed, and his breath is uneven—he’s close to sobbing, and tears are, frankly, obscuring his vision, but he pays it no mind. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters—nothing but him, in that damned chamber.
Mel watches him, and her chest constricts. She places a gentle hand on Jayce’s shoulder, but it does little to nothing to snap him out of his single-minded pursuit.
“Jayce—“
“He— Oh god, when he wakes up, he will be so mad,” Jayce attempts a laugh, rubbing his eyes. They sting—from both the dust and tears. Mel keeps silent, not daring to interrupt. She can’t. Not when Jayce has that desperate, panicked look inched into his features.
“Yes!” Jayce exclaims finally, noticing the glare of the shiny tip of the cane. He has designed it, after all—he would recognize it anywhere. “I- God, I put it somewhere once—in the lab, and he—“ Jayce goes through the memories, not caring of the tears and sheer desperation that radiates off him. He grasps the cane, pulling it out of the rubble—it’s a little chipped, but nothing he can’t fix for Viktor.
Just like him - the thought flashes through his mind, and Jayce shudders.