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I wonβt swear it. I fail.
{{ gnnnngggnbgngb Iβve had barely any motivation to writeβ¦
{{ bottom Jayce week is a dream come true
- leaves cookies out, hoping they will lure Viktor in -
Viktorβs so cute it makes me violent
{{ I just thought about Ximena making an ofrenda for Jayce and now Iβm sad.
Rip Viktor⦠he would have loved Horchata.
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All the Jayces hoard around him xD
Playing a sweet little melody on his guitar.
{{ suddenly and suddenly and intensely in the mood for smut βΊοΈ
Feel the warmth of each other's being. #jayvik I think I need to see some happy art... my eyes are so swollenπ
TW: Gore, Character death: A flash of light, the smell of hot rubble and sharp Arcane. Blood on his face, in his mouth, on his hands. His clothes stick to his skin sickeningly with thick hemo. Hollow golden eyes, pupils blown and unfixed, unresponsive. Staring in long and haunting emptiness. ;
Impossibly softens for him, βViktorβ¦β Obeys the little grabby hands by approaching. βYouβre shaking, have you eaten today?β
Shaking in sickly Victorian man. "Jayce..?' Grabby hands.
Look at all the young people βΊοΈ
- sitting quietly in the sun, dissociative stare into the distance -