#vespost

[disasterpaint]

feeble minds, delicate flesh | rated E | 5,774 words

And, well, he doesn't run once he's outside. He wishes he did. Viktor grips the railing in front of him, wild-eyed and panicking. The door jostles behind him, because of-fucking-course it does, Jayce too curious and too much of an ass not to follow him. Never giving him any time to think by himself, his brain too big for his own head and spilling into everyone else's space. “Leave me alone.” Viktor seethes, and he hopes his voice gets the sentiment across. In typical Giopara fashion, Jayce doesn't. He steps outside and lets the door close behind him. The click of the door shutting should not be as damning as it feels.

or: Jayce cons Viktor into celebrating Progress Day with some drinks.

a bit of a late post, but i wrote this for viktor's rework as a sendoff to the machine herald. i miss him so dearly everyday. features mostly pwp (lol) with a bit of character study on viktor's psyche, as it was my first piece for the ship :] pls enjoy

[sweetsawlt]

incoming art bomb

also im doin a self imposed #365artchallenge

[dykeloureed]

Imagine, if you will, a mousie in a little vest

[disasterpaint]

a death in chrysalis is to live once again | rated E | 2113 words

Jhin can’t tell where one of them ends the other begins as tendrils of paint manifest, curling around their extremities. Hwei mirrors the pose in their shared vision, settling himself atop Jhin. He can sense Hwei’s excitement through the link of his magic. “You allow me this, Jhin. An outlet to the darkness that lives inside me, and I must…” Hwei’s eyes shine, a sunset’s reflection in an oil slick. “Thank you.”

Hwei’s resolve is—beautiful, Jhin thinks.

Jhin and Hwei share their last night together in Koyehn.

posting old fanfiction again this time for the jhinhweis. read my avant garde weird fic

[sweetsawlt]

ok changing from #sawltpost to #vespost