Vibrating in excitment I love my league dolls

Doodle of jayce and viktor laying together, they seem comfy, jayce is colored light red while viktor is colored light blue. Viktor thought bubble: I need him pregnant

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imagine being another member of the rebellion and having a crush on the mysterious and gruff recently-returned-from-missing leader and hes sooo cool and emotionally closed off in a hot way and one day during a battle w the enemy u turn a corner and hes getting fucked by like multiple robot tentacles and the robot overlord is there saying just rlly corny shit like u kind of cant believe the sort of lame supervillain monologue shit hes saying and the resistance leader is like full pussy out bouncing on it and neither of them notice you and you leave and then i guess kill yourself. this is my selfship imagine with resistance jayce

coco sketch before sleep

#とんがり帽子のアトリ絵
#MyWitchHatAtelierArt
#Δ帽子

Page 12, panel 1: a large vertical slice that takes over the left half of the page. It’s the black horizon, dotted with the white-red flames of the souls beyond the mountain. The camera is at viktor’s back, watching him as he watches the sky fall over his head. Narration says; tonight, you are safe in this cave. Lucky you. But what about tomorrow? Panel 2, the camera refocuses, showing his immediate reality. It’s the cave, and its viktor, a sleeping jayce by his side covered by the jacket blanket, and a crackling fire right in front of him, the flames growing unruly and absurdly large as viktor glares inside the pit. Fwoosh. They reach skyward like a whip. Panel 3, a closeup of viktor’s intense glare. His pupils are as white as the fire. Narration says: Jayce is in no condition to fight. He hides it well, but you know… panel 3, a closeup shot of Jayce’s wrist, scarred by hexcorization. Panel 4 says: A body… a human body has its limits. The lines frame a drawing of jayce in profile, his naked body whited out. In place of clothes or anatomical details, he is covered by the hexcore scar, growing pink and fungi like into his arms, torso, face, and injured leg. End page.

Page 13. Panel 1. Viktor thinks: beings of flesh and blood can die so easily. It’s terrifying. The panel depicts him hugging Jayce tightly, stuffing his arms inside the jacket, his leg between jayce’s, burying his head on his partner’s chest. For his part, jayce seems so deeply asleep he does not stir at the contact. Panel 2, an image of a piltovan toy knight with his head ripped from his shoulders. Its body scatters on a table uncomfortably, lying on a puddle of oil that looks like blood. Those are viktor’s thoughts plaguing him. What if. What if? Panel 3, pure black fading into gray. Narration. Exhausted, Viktor drifts away with a promise. Panel 4, the last one, is framed by darkness and snow blowing in chunks from outside the page. Baby jayce, trapped in the snowstorm, is seen screaming help from afar. Viktor’s promise is as follows: I won’t let you come to harm. End page.

Page 14. This page is made up of 6 symmetrical panels, no words. Starting from the top, they all depict viktor from the back, his face cut off frame. First is the herald of the arcane, floating high among the stars and surveying all the gentle soul flames of the people he has raptured. His cape billows out of frame, regal. Incomprehensibly powerful magic. Panel 2, viktor in the abandoned commune, as he was before it died yet watching the empty hollow tents left like husks after his death. A paradox. Panel 3, Viktor in the hextech lab he once shared with jayce, after he steps out of the cocoon. His hair still wet, the blanket slipping from his shoulders. He is framed by the false light of the window they kept in their laboratory. Newly transformed. Panel 4; viktor from the end of season 1, after his terminal diagnosis. His posture is pained, skewed south. His head is bowed, finally inside the frame. Covered in shadow. He is at the very edge of the water tower, at the center of the hole where he almost killed himself. Panel 5, child viktor in the creek where he played with his boat, at the opening of Singed’s cavern/hidden laboratory. He turns to face the viewer, and his face is a blotch of pure black ink. It almost looks like a fountain of blood in motion. Panel 6, a lonely white figure at the bottom of a black page, child viktor, faceless, staring straight ahead. An empty hole for a face. End page.

Page 15; only one panel, in the corner. The rest of the page is black and gray and punctured textures. I won’t let you come to harm. It is written, rewritten, scrawled and rasped 50 times in this single page, litany against failure. I won’t let you come to harm. I won’t. The single panel is a close up of child viktor, burrowing carved ink black hole face seeming almost cruel as he tilts his neck to ask: Won’t you? Big words, for a boy without a mouth. End page.

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end of pt1, you made it! thank you.

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The Most Important thing in the world vibrating in excitment at every update rotating this on my mind forever. viktor being protective of Jayce is my Jam, his feeling of loss, missing the power he had as bugtor that he gave away to be with jayce again but that he needs to keep him safe aaugh good.

LMAAAAAAAO its ok my dear friend jayce's big fat fupa that happens

You can doooo anything

fagotini precioso #jayvik

Im actually gonna Kill someone

jayce loves viktor's magic and viktor's magic is the reason why he believes in miracles btw

Vague Shape

na tabacaria: 1 tabaca por favor ☝️

🧸🔥

A digital drawing of Viktor in his Arcane Herald form. Dialog between Viktor and Jayce reads: V: Rate my fit: $1,000,000 blanket A kind smile J: is there anything else? or is your ball just hanging? V: Eyes up here

#jayvik

I think this season will focus both on the Pandemonium AU thematic but also on canon Vayne...

Maybe they'll parallel each other like Yone and Spirit Blossom Yone, who knows? But like them, they won't be the same 'character'

I'm sure it won't be confusing :v

𝘽𝙐𝙂

𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏

Countess & Lady Kilmartin 🌹#franchaela

Page 10, panel 1: spurred by Jayce’s words, Viktor braces himself on his partner's chest, smiling with interest. A vacation…? he says. Color me curious. Well, go on then, paint me a pretty picture. Panel 2, he asks: what does that look like? the panel is a small shot of Jayce’s sleepy eyes, seeming to shine in the firelit dark. Jayce begins speaking, and his words carry on to panel 3, projected onto an idyllic sunny sky. It's warm all year round. Gull-singing weather. The art depicts an elated Jayce wearing loose robes and a large beach hat, enjoying the fresh breeze. Panel 4, larger in scope, horizontal shot of jayce and viktor over a sculpted wooden bridge. Theyre in profile, overlooking the shores of an Ionian city by the water. Jayce walks with a cane. In the horizon there are little boats, many houses with distinct askew architecture, incorporating all the trees & wildlife from the forest as a feature of the community. flower petals surf the breeze. Shrines are sculpted into the mountains. Bridges are nestled among the cliffs. They are illuminated by a round moon, and by the radiance of paper lanterns. Jayce leads viktor by the hand across the bridge, and his narration says: nobody knows our names. no one cares about hextech, or piltover- we get lost in the crowd. Panel 5, drawn in a delicate frame of leaves and flowers, focuses on their interlaced hands. He says: Far away from prying eyes, free to be ourselves. Jayce’s wrist is marked by hexcore scars. The inside of Viktor's arm also carries a spark-shaped mark. In the last panel, his narration concludes: Whoever we want to be. For as long as we want to be. over a shot of Jayce and Viktor strolling through the center of that Ionian city, surrounded by children carrying sweet treats or vastayan locals going about their groceries. We get a better look at viktor, wearing his blanket like an offshoulder cape. his hair is bound in a low and thin ponytail. he wears sandals and loose, flappy shorts. He holds Jayce’s …

Page 11, panel 1. Narration: he falls asleep muttering the last word: happy. The panel shows a terrified viktor, cowering onto a sleeping Jayce’s chest. His eyes are wide and troubled. Panel 2, pure ink black. white letters. Harsh penstrokes in the background. Happy. What a beautiful dream that was. But he really has no clue, does he? no idea of what's really waiting outside. Panel 3, viktor sits up, staring straight ahead. Eyes white. Narration continues: no, that honor is all yours. your divine burden. The background has transformed into the connected astral plane of the arcane herald, punctuated by many mortal flames. Viktor's inhuman form soars in the sky, arms open, surveying the landscape. Panel 4, narration. You see them on the horizon, waiting. An army of glimmering stars. The astral plane's vision breaches behind the mountain, near the shore, where a military noxian battleship is stationed, surrounded by tents. the black and white shades are disrupted by dissonant pure red. Panel 5, narration. wearing runes around their necks. On their armor, and their knives. The panel depicts two noxian soldiers aggressively sparring on the ground, one pushing his polearm onto the other's throat. The soldier on the floor resists, his nose bloodied. Both men wear a bright green rune accessory, one as a necklace and the other as a bracelet. Panel 6, narration. You count at least a dozen in land. More sleep soundly in the water, fat off a day's training. This panel is an askew shot of the tents seen from the civilian level. they look imposing, all the light inside painted blood red. Soldiers patrol the area, while the mothership sends a trail of smoke up the dark sky. Panel 7, is a thin slice off to the side, a splatter of fresh blood. end page.

this is a copy of a panel from page 1, the one with jayce's shiny eyes. its just here for preview manipulation purposes.

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two digital drawings of grave robber from darkest dungeon. one of the drawings is a simple bust and she's smiling at you! in the other drawing she's posed cuntily with a shovel. the colour palette is largely green purple and turquoise.

#darkestdungeon audrey my beloved

housewife
#arcane #Jayvik

Can’t believe I never posted these here

Astral Jayvik my beloved <3

#jayvik #arcane #jaycetalis #viktorarcane

see also

Twitching eyebrows why is twitching it should not do that

The Dev wants MONEY

I dont wanna go to class or work or leave the house or do anything

I just had. The most insane nightmare. I dont like it

Page 8, panel 1. Back in the real world, Jayce begins coughing, and he does it loudly. His speech balloon is big and zagged at the edges, breaking away from black and white to be a mess of dissonant color. It echoes. The panel is a closeup shot of the lower half of his face as he turns away to spittle into his forearm and not viktor. He’s still coughing in panel 2, over a closeup shot of viktor’s horrified face. Lighting seems to strike past his widened eye as he realizes exactly where he is in the present. Panel 3, viktor scrambles to jayce’s side, crouching next to his body and placing his hands around his torso as if to stabilize him. Jayce sustains himself upright by his arms and laughs bitterly. He tries to say it’s nothing, i’m alright, but viktor interrupts him with: don’t lie to me. Jayce insists: I promise it’s nothing. I’m just cold is all. He keeps smiling as viktor looks on with worry. Panel 4 comes in like a quick recovery. Jayce turns to viktor full of unearned confidence, some drool still on his chin, and tries to put on a charming air. Shoddily drawn flowers pop up around his expression. He says: Hey… what if the only way to heal me is prolonged skin-to-skin contact? On the foreground, viktor is resistant to his flirting attempt, gritting his teeth. An exaggerated anime angry vein is pulsing on the back of his shoulder. Not funny, he mutters. You’re not going to distract me with a stupid joke, either. Panel 5, jayce sighs, being more honest. His gaze drifts down to address this more openly. He says: It’s just a sore throat, I think. I haven’t been really… eating… like I used to. More quietly, he continues; I hate to see you making that face. Panel 5; Viktor acquiesces. Lay down and i’ll stop, he says, huffing the tension away. Jayce responds with an offscreen but interested oh? End of page.

Page 9 begins with soft fuzzy white narration, stating: thus, you settle on this sleeping arrangement for the night. Most of this page is one huge skewed illustration of jayce and viktor cuddling while they share the singular fur collared overcoat jayce wore for the final battle. They’re using it as a layer to pad the ground and as a little bit of a blanket, jayce seems to have pulled one side of it to disproportionately shield viktor from the elements. Jayce’s happy and self-satisfied face is leaning on top of viktor’s forehead. Viktor is cozied up to his side, face resting on the crook of his neck. One of his arms is perched on Jayce’s chest. The floor of the cavern is dark and rocky, but in this moment it's almost as if it were filled with celestial stars. Are you sure you can rest like this? Viktor asks, and jayce replies with a joyful hum. Running towards the bottom of the page, the narration continues: You ask him if he’d like a bigger piece of the blanket, and jayce declines, like a loon. I’m already in heaven, he insists. You hope that’s just a figure of speech. Panel 2, a shot of viktor watching his partner’s expression keenly, head pillowed on jayce’s chest. He asks; come morning, do you think you’d like to stay in that town of yours? Panel 3, a closeup of jayce as seen from viktor’s lower angle. He’s relaxed, entering the meditation before sleep. His head sits above the coat’s fur. With his eyes closed, he answers in a quieter voice: If it’s peaceful, yes. Gods, I would love a vacation. The light from the bonfire seems to send wisps up the room. Narration continues to the side of his face, stating: he sounds distressingly older, when he speaks like that. End of page.

ONE MILLION HAPPY ENDINGS 4/?

now back to scheduled programming

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Fanart of jayvik from arcane in a witch hat atelier au, wearing the robes and outfits of the main cast. From left to right, you have sky as alaira, caitlyn as easthies, viktor as qifrey, jayce as olruggio, and powder, orianna, seraphine and ekko as the four student girls in teal overcoats and white dresses. Powder takes coco’s main role, smiling widely and reaching for the witch cap viktor is holding high above her head. Viktor looks pleased with himself, leaning on his cane. He wears long gray robes with golden tassels and a matching witch cap. The lower parts of his short cropped hair are bleached white. His undershirt is black and covers him from the top of his neck to the middle of his hands. Orianna, shyer than the other girls, hides behind the tips of his flowy cape. Jayce, right next to viktor, wears a similar outfit with inverted colors. His is mostly black with golden tassels, though his cape is of a deep blue color on the inside. He watches his partner play with his students with one hand on his hip. Ekko casually floats behind jayce’s back thanks to the magic drawn on her shoes. She wears jayce’s black witch cap, having stolen it from his head. Her bleached hair is molded into the shape of a vintage bobcut. Seraphine is just below her, bouncing on the balls of her feet and humming a song with her eyes closed. Sky and Caitlyn are only seen from the bust up, drawn inside medallions off to the side. Cait glowers at the camera, sky grins.

The first 2 eps of Witch Hat Atelier aired today ✨ I was a fan of this manga way before arcane even began, and much of my immediate love for jayvik came from the similarities they shared with this story of a common child seeking magic, so an AU felt natural. cant wait to draw them more!
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