Jayvik - Blog Posts
are you there? all alone, lost in forever
please don't die alone, overhead
free from destiny (i choose you, and you choose me)
“those tragic characters aren’t real they can’t hurt y—”
WRONG THEY MAY NOT BE REAL BUT MY TEARS ARE
I love art that has Viktor is some sort of open back shirt bc it is beautiful and sexy but also bc he would do that
If he had to get dressed up and go to some gala to get passive-aggressively snipped at then you best believe he is wearing that open back
Because it makes his disability visible. It makes it beautiful too, but that would be Viktor saying Look at me. Look at this. Maybe it wouldn’t change anything, but it would make them uncomfortable, and that’s enough of a win, sometimes.
(Also it makes Jayce turn bright red every time)
Every time someone draws fanart where Viktor is crouching (thigh to calf) with the leg that’s in the brace, bbno$ loses a year off his life
things are bad but at least we’re in the timeline where lady gaga released Disease and Abracadabra in time for arcane editors to go HARD with them
The thing is that Jayce succeeds. He was right.
He was able to create magic. His idea was revolutionary. He was able to harness the arcane and fuse it with scientific principles to create amazing things. Somewhere along the way he reached his life's goal of giving magic to the world, and he still had so much more left to offer. He had the praise and the accolades and the funding and his face on the goddamn mugs.
And it wasn't enough. Not where it mattered most. Not for who it mattered most.
(Do you think Jayce felt sick, cleaning the dirt and blood from his pristine white coat, waiting? Do you think the memories kept it off, despite the chill in the lab air, with him only re-donning his Man of Progress suit when Viktor leaves for good? Do you think upon his return from the anomaly that he cradles his old mug — the one Viktor bought for him as a joke — suddenly and fiercely glad for his grown out hair and beard because he is not that man anymore. He hasn't been for a long time. Maybe he never really was.
Not that it matters. He has a promise to keep.)
“Help I realized I’m in love with my best friend!” says the person who sees their friend as their matching half, genuinely not understanding how they got through life without the other person and who would spend every moment with them given the chance
I see your “He asked for no pickles” ship dynamic and I raise you “Oh they gave you pickles? I’ll take them”
Jayce's expression here drives me so goddamn insane
His eyes are soft, his mouth twisted in understanding. There's so much conveyed without any words.
This look says I know, it says I remember, it says this seems familiar, doesn't it?
It says You didn't think I was gonna let you go that easy, did you?
sick — beautiful analysis but how dare you do this to me
Battling through the mortifying ordeal of exposing my Twitter acc cause, unfortunately, I needed to share this comment I wrote because????? The pieces just clicked in place for me seeing that user’s post
Of course Jayce was able to grit his teeth and shoot Viktor at the commune, even though every fiber of his being was (literally) screaming at him not to—
Of course he rejected Viktor’s invitation in the council room, even though I’m sure he almost rejoiced when Viktor called him his partner again—
Of course he willingly gave up his life, didn’t fight as Viktor took over his mind even if it risked him being ascended and trapped forever as a statue, never able to think or move or breathe, a prisoner of his own body—
—because all of it would ensure, at the end, that Viktor would never have to come back to himself and see that he doomed the world. That his evolution was a massacre. That he’d be alone, indefinitely left to agonize over what he’d done. Because Jayce would never let that happen
been trying to pinpoint why I’m more attached to Jayvik than Caitvi when I’m a lesbian, aside from the disability rep, and I think it’s the asexuality/demiromanticism
Jayvik progresses through a deep friendship first, while. Caitvi has a lot more physicality from the get-go, which I just can’t relate to
idk just musing, but I appreciate the diversity in what relationships can look like
ah yes just me, my partner, and his crippling fear of disappearing from this world without ever accomplishing anything worthwhile
no but even viktor's desire to be remembered could be viewed to be coming from loneliness. when I die, would anyone notice?
enemies-to-lovers, but Viktor's ready to neutralize Jayce at any moment while Jayce just wants to talk mechanics with the pretty guy who keeps threatening him for some reason
Ok, following the comments a previous post here's my version of firelight Viktor, first of a series hopefully
Also inspired by the talented @duckchaw ❤️
SICK from thinking about the symbolism of the rune.
Which rune Viktor gives baby Jayce is the only thing we see as a catalyst for change across timelines — it's the butterfly flapping its wings.
The rune switches hands only twice more after that:
Viktor giving it back to Jayce, representing the start of their partnership concerning Hextech,
and Jayce giving it to Viktor in the astral plane, helping him put an end to the arcane apocalypse.
But there's one more important similarity about these moments — they're moments when Viktor and Jayce save each other.
Mage Viktor saves Ximena and baby Jayce, then gives him the rune.
Viktor stops Jayce's attempt, then hands him back his bracelet.
Jayce stops Viktor from losing his humanity, taking the rune from his wrist and together, they use it to save the world.
The rune isn't just about possibilities. It's a representation of their lives.
And they only ever put it in each other's hands.
I like the idea of there being something a little sharper about Zaunites.
Jayce often turns around to find Viktor much closer than he had thought, even being able to hear the tapping of his cane. During late nights in the lab, his amber eyes burn violently in the blue glow of the hexgems. On the rare occasion he blinks, Jayce can swear they appear reflective, like a cat’s. Just tricks of the light and the mind.
Mel’s skin rises the first time Jayce brings Viktor to a Council meeting. They’ve met before, of course, but there’s something immovable in his grip when she shakes his hand, touching him for the first time. Viktor smiles ingenuinely, almost mockingly, at something Salo says, and his teeth are a tad sharp. Mel has grown up around war, around danger, but it had always come for her head on. In Piltover, it came in the form of ruining reputations or profits. She wonders how thoroughly Viktor could ruin someone before they even realized he was there. She dreams of wolves and foxes that night, and from a tree, the ember-bright eyes of a lynx watches, waiting for the other predators to tear each other apart.
Vi likes to climb. Caitlyn knows this, though she supposes she didn’t really think about it. It’s almost beautiful to watch, really — the agile switches, the power thrumming beneath Vi’s skin like she might burst from it. Vi maneuvers through the rooftops of Zaun as easily as breathing. Sometimes, Caitlyn’s own breath will catch when the jump looks too far, too much, then Vi’s hand will catch the ledge without fail and she can huff a laugh. She ignores how many distances Vi has crossed that shouldn’t be crossable. Like a cat, a Zaunite will always land on their feet.
Ekko seems to move quite strangely, Heimerdinger thinks. Though, he’s never truly paid close attention to human movements, the boy seems to traverse without the normal effect of gravity, as if he simply never dismounted his hoverboard. It was far too smooth, far too even — it took a considerable time for Heimerdinger to put his finger on it. As they discover the sickness of the tree, the pattern changes. Ekko glitches sometimes, staying in one place for too long before seemingly being sling-shot through space, appearing somewhere else without having gotten there. A mystery for later, he supposes.
Silco feels like a condensation of all Zaun’s noxious gases, perhaps with a vein of Shimmer added for realism. Marcus feels like his lungs are clouding just from being around him, getting the urge to cough out the pollution. Silco is the grimy cracks, the perpetually-wet streets, the sunken ribs and track marks of every body slumped on every street. His voice curls around Marcus like a snake, squeezing tighter and tighter until the fear and the threats are the only things left in his brain. Yet, Silco sits calmly, always far too still. Sometimes his scar appears to splinter in front of Marcus’s eyes. When he tucks his daughter in a night, he wonders about what kind of monster might slip, unheard, through the cracks of her window.
There’s always been Something in the air in Zaun. The water too. Really, can one be surprised at the consequences?
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.
what if we were both SCIENTISTS and saved each other from SUICIDE and worked in close quarters for a DECADE but our project turned out to be EVIL and one of us got involved in POLITICS while the other got involved in DRUGS because he is DYING and one of us got EXPLODED and then RESURRECTED but left to become JESUS while the other was transported to another DIMENSION and had to endure narrative PARALLELS before vowing to KILL his friend because he came back WRONG and what if we ended up ASTRAL PROJECTING and finally ACCEPTING OURSELVES all while saving the world as PARTNERS??? WHAT THEN??
If Mel and Jayce had a little more time to talk…
Aftermath:
Damn can’t believe cosmic yaoi got me to draw for the first time in a year.
(Inspired by @sucredemar’s post about Jayce’s revenge dress fit)
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.
GOD I love Zaunite Viktor. Give that man the Steampunk aesthetic he deserves
Some Zaunite Viktor and academy Jayce
before i go to sleep need to talk about how insane the viktor as the mage that saved jayce as a child reveal was. at first i didn't really like it but it only makes sense. the mage was a perfect, benevolent, idealized version of the arcane. jayce spent his Whole damn life striving towards that mage, trying to recreate his talents and recreate his gift because he was so grateful for everything he did for him. and his whole dream for this began to revolve around viktor. his dream of hextech, his dream of magic. because it was always about viktor. because in the end he didn't want to give magic to the people, he just wanted his partner back. it was never about the arcane, not really. it was just about viktor. it was affection keeping them together. not to mention how viktor strays so drastically from this beautiful and altruistic version of magic as he gets obsessed with perfection and corrupted by the hexcore, and jayce is literally the only thing in any universe that can remind him what they were fighting for, not by bringing up anything to do with the arcane at all, but by talking about viktor himself; how he's beautiful, how he's perfect. by giving him back the stone that started his whole journey, and letting it end their journey together. like an exchanging of vows. because it was always about viktor. and the hextech doesn't matter as long as he has viktor, his motivation and energy and literal source of life for as long as he can remember. they saved each other's lives, more than once. to jayce, viktor is perfect and has always been perfect and always will be perfect. because they're literally soulmates i need to sit down
one thing i keep coming back to us the fight scene in the counsel room from s208 because it just tells us SO much about viktor. when he enters the room in his avatar he catwalks in. he moves with so much elegance and so much confidence. the way he pins jayce by the wrist and then slowly wraps his fingers around jayce’s hammer. the way he wraps his legs around jayce and cups his face and brushes his fingers over his lips. the way when he’s towering over jayce in the astral plane he calls him *his* partner for the first time.
we’re seeing who viktor is when he inhabits a body that he thinks is perfect
in the avatar of the great evolution, where viktor finally sees himself as powerful, as pure, as just like everybody else… he’s confident with jayce, even dominant, in a way he would never allow himself to be while he was alive in his original body.
and of course the kicker is that without his imperfections, without his entire self, he’s not viktor to jayce anymore. ‘my partner died in this room’
and it takes until the finale, until viktor can see himself through jayce’s eyes, for it to click that he could have been this way with jayce all along. that he has always been equal to jayce. that his confidence, his grace, his power - jayce saw it all along.
and i just found the end of the counsel room so devastating. the way that once viktor’s perfect evolved body is broken we immediately see him huddled and collapsed on the floor, making himself as small as possible
I expected to get emotional, but not to cry this hard. It's beautiful. They deserve all the good things in the world.
they did it!!
conclusion to this and this
I'm obsessed (like the whole fandom. AS IT SHOULD BE) with Viktor's moles
only you
My mind read that "Good morning, boys" with Mel's calmest voice tone and it's HILARIOUS
I saw that you have a MelVik piece and a JayVik piece so... *Cautiously slides MelJayVik across the table and runs away back to the MelJayVik enclosure*
straight up fixed viktor's back
The fanon perception of jayvik is always so soft and caring
See me in a new light.
I have so many thoughts about this, I don't even know which one I should write in the caption.
Everything is beautiful. Every time someone gets to say those words, even in private or just to themselves, the world heals. And I'm glad.
a conclusion to bottom jayce week hehe