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A little alternate ending thing for the ao3 animations i never posted 💗
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Another random sketch of them just living the life🥹. Goddamn Dmitri makes an appearance too, look at him being a slob😤
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submit to submersion | 18+ | a jayvik fic for a very belated #mermay
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🐟Arcane Herald Viktor (if he was a merman)
🐟Macro/Micro - Size Difference
🐟PWP/Smut
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YOUR HONOR. THEY’RE IN LOVE. I HAVE EVIDENCE. points at my own art while sobbing
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Bored and anxious at work, another vignette is born (fun fact, I only just learned how to pronounce vignette properly yesterday!)
“The Skyglass Market”
They docked at a floating island not marked on any map, nor mentioned in even the wildest of Jayce’s father’s journals.
The compass spun like a drunkard’s eye as they approached. The island shimmered: all silver-veined stone and winding brass piers, bustling but unhurried. Glass roofs caught the light and bent it into fractured rainbows. The air smelled of lilac and old letters. The market announced itself not with hawking nor bells, but with inevitability. You would buy something here. There was no choice.
Jayce bought a pair of gloves that might have been leather—until you looked sidelong, when they shimmered faintly with constellations unknown to any chart.
“Do you think it’s really godhide?” he asked, flexing his fingers like a stage magician testing a new trick.
Viktor peered over the lip of a ceramic cup, which had been thrust upon him by a wordless vendor. It held opaque blue fluid that tasted uncannily like toasted marshmallows.
“I think you paid seventeen cogs for a strange story,” he said dryly.
Jayce did not argue the point.
Viktor found a bookseller. Or the bookseller found him. She offered a small leather-bound volume titled Things We Do Not Remember Except in Dreams.
He opened it. Every page was blank. He asked the price.
“A story,” she said, her voice like gravel. “Three sentences.”
Viktor tilted his head toward Jayce, who was now haggling over something that resembled a telescope caught in the act of becoming a violin.
“He tried to fix the kettle yesterday and accidentally reversed the pressure valve,” he began. “We had tea on the ceiling. He apologized by making breakfast shirtless, which may have been a distraction tactic.”
The bookseller tucked the volume into his coat without another word.
They ate something that looked like caviar yet tasted of catmint. Viktor bought a full bottle of the blue liquid. They acquired two buckets of minerals that almost certainly were not hexstones, but to scan them felt… rude.
They left when the sun began to set in the wrong direction.
On the walk back to the Mercury, Jayce paused and glanced back at the market, now little more than a mirage of glass roofs.
“This place is strange,” he muttered with a frown.
“Mm,” Viktor hummed. “Charming, though. In a ‘we may wake up with someone else’s memories tomorrow’ sort of way.”
“I hope not,” Jayce said, his gaze softening as it dropped to Viktor. “I’m rather fond of mine.”
That night, with the island long since devoured by the horizon, they stood together on the aerial walk wrapped in a thick wool blanket against the chill.
“We’re never going to find that place again, are we?” Jayce asked, though he knew the answer.
“No, I don’t think so,” Viktor said, pulling him down into a kiss that tasted like sugar floss. He smiled against his mouth. “But then, the best places never ask to be found twice.”
Jayce pulled back, squinting. “Your tongue is blue.”
“Would you like to match?”
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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
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more at midnight | 18+ | 6.3k
📱PWP/Smut
📱Confessions
📱Light exhibitionism
📱Viktor is a MENACE
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