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the diving suit the SUIT THE SUIT

hey What the Fuck /pos

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.

ONE MILLION HAPPY ENDINGS 6/?

end of pt1, you made it! thank you.

#Jayvik #Hexposts #1MHE

Scream in my mouth
I barely hear you

#arcane

totally safe :)

#jayvik

firm believer that these two moments are meant to parallel each other

the way Jayce looks only at the crystal, while in the end he looks down indifferent, then looks up at Viktor—the same but calm enchanted look in his eyes. Only now, Viktor is the magic. Viktor is his new dream

the snooozerrrrrrs #jayvik

#jayvik

to superhell

I feel like this being a *jayvik* specific thing is so on brand for them

NERDS

viktor banging out the tunes on this machine herald monday

Digital fanart commission with Viktor and Jayce, based on both arcane and league of legends designs. Art shows dramatic scene with both characters being concerned and scared over Viktor’s post battle wounds, bandaged hand in particular. Characters are sitting on the bed, Viktor’s shoulders are covered with plaid, while the rest of his body is a set the blanket, work is made in cold greyish tones

Another sketch commission for user from telegram with VikJayce
Really glad that clients like this new rendering style, i still have old ones as an option to chose though

I am thinking to try use this brush for smth more finished 🤔

#commission #arcane #vikjayce #procreate #noai

welcome to The Pilt 🩺 #jayvik

Usahana inspired bunny girl!!! 🐰🌈

#usahana #sanrio #art

"i am at a loss for words" #jayvik #viktorarcane

I'm never leaving the hospital

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.

ONE MILLION HAPPY ENDINGS 5/?

:)

#Jayvik #Hexposts #1MHE

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

#Jayvik #Hexposts #1MHE

Page 6, panel 1. The lineart has changed to hot sparkly pink. the lines are loose and wild, bursting out of the panels. It was so easy the last time, the narration reads, on a close shot of viktor & jayce's faces leaning against each other, their foreheads smashed together to the point the form of each body is indiscernible. it's based on the final astral plane scene at the end of arcane. they gaze deeply and lovingly into one another's eyes. Panel 2; Viktor's pink hand making contact with Jayce’s forearm, sending sparks flying. the narration continues: One brush of your fingertips, and you were as one. Panel 3; One perfect heartbeat, one single soul. Panel 4: not alone. the pink lines grow thinner, the light of the arcane taking over. the lower half of jayce & Viktor’s faces are depicted, open lips overlapping in a not quite kiss, their bodies almost fused. It's effulgent, and then its gone. Panel 5 is dark black, opening down the page like an abyss. arcane strings of pure darkness rip at their seams. narration reads; and now, returned to your old self… you miss him like a hole in your heart. Viktor stands alone in the chasm, naked, pale, bones protruding. The color is sapped out of him. Panel 6: a thinner, long distance cutaway of episode 7 jayce right after he climbed out of the ravine, looking up to stare inside mage viktor's shadowy cloak. He seems like an imposing figure. Narration says; Jayce has never kept a secret from you before. now he does. the mere thought of that stranger touching him is enough to burn you up inside. Next panel- a shot of only Jayce’s legs, focusing on his complex brace. narration asks; is he to blame for the broken leg? the scars? for the six months you spent thinking jayce was dead? in the last panel, there is an isolated flashback of viktor in his commune, surrounded by a field of swaying flowers and his own solitude, nothing else.

page 7. this page is a 9 panel grid, each square being the same size and shape except for the very last. Panel 1, pure black with white letters. narration: Are you to blame for his misfortune? Are his wounds the covert price of your good health? Panel 2. Viktor at a gala, watching jayce smile wide in the spotlight while he blurs in the background. Text: I ENVY YOU. Panel 3: pure black, narration. You want to say: I looked for you everywhere. there wasn't one day- one second where I didn't think of you. the lower half of Viktor's face is depicted, his eyes shadowed by his own speech bubble. Panel 4, continuing that thought inside his head: Sometimes I wish I never met you at all. The art is a memory of jayce in their lab the day viktor is revived and they split apart. Jayce is wrapped in bandages, his arm semi raised as if begging viktor to accept him. he is rejected. Panel 5. Black. You want to say: I think I ruined your life without meaning to. Just as you ruined mine. Panel 6: flashback to season 1 viktor visiting singed's lab, withering under the pressure of his terminal diagnosis. Singed's hand holds up a purple shimmer vial, casting neon lights over Viktor's gaunt face. Narration reads: I was supposed to be a rational man. Panel 7, black. Thought continues: To desire nothing. to be self-sufficient. Leave the world better than I found it. Panel 8: a close up shot of Viktor's naked body, runes carved onto his chest and arms. he bleeds purple shimmer. text reads, like a mantra: jayce will understand. Panel 9, at last, breaks the bounds of the others to make the whole end of the page a dark ink splotch. viktor stands alone in the middle of it, head bowed in shame. He hesitates in speaking, simply saying “I…” and pausing. The narration ends the thought in his head; but I desired more.

ONE MILLION HAPPY(?) ENDINGS 3/?

You are, I am

#Jayvik #Hexposts #1MHE

sketch comic in black and white. panel 1. post canon jayce looks down, concerned. he says; I would understand if you had to sacrifice me to save the world. panel 2, jayce continues saying; i would be okay with that fate. as long as its for the greater good. a shot of jayce and viktor from the back, sitting at a vantage point to overlook an entire city. viktor looks aghast, shocked with what he just heard. panel 3, viktor hastily grabs at jayce's lapels, pulling him down so he hunches over and theyre face to face. hes cartoonishly mad. Have you gone MAD? he yells. I would rather kill. my. self.

scenario doodle #jayvik #hexposts

can you tell what show I’ve been watching lately?

Fan art/redraw of Jayce and Viktor from Arcane They are depicted in a kiss, Viktor is grabbing Jayce’s face, Jayce has his arms wrapped around Viktor The text reads (cw f slur): REAL MEN ARE F*GGOTS man up

low quality redraw for you guys cuz im stressed and tired but jayvik brainworms persist ❤️

#jayvik

Drawing of characters Jayce and Viktor from the show Arcane, eating spaghetti together Lady and the Tramp style.

ALRIGHT HERE'S A SKETCH DUMP 3/3
I was tired at this point but this was too funny to miss #arcane #jayvik

Drawing of alternate universe Powder/Jinx and Ekko (characters from the show Arcane), drawing together with shoulders touching. Ekko's glancing at Powder, blushing.

ALRIGHT HERE'S A SKETCH DUMP 2/3
I kinda wanna do a proper version of this #arcane #timebomb

SAPPHIC JAYVIK YIPPIEEEEEE 🧡💛
(I named them Viktoria and Jacelyn idk)

#jayvik #jaycetalis #viktor #arcane

working hard or hardly working? #jayvik

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jayce and viktor from arcane s2 embracing as they ascend to a higher plane </3

#jayvik #arcane