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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · Aug 20

Here it is… the full prompt list! 👻

Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week will run from Dec 5-14 and feature ten days of prompts inspired by your favorite genres and styles.

Check out our guidelines and FAQ in the replies below.

DAY ONE TROPES: Don’t go there; Splitting Up; Power’s Out; Final Girl; Twist Ending

DAY TWO PARANORMAL: Ghosts; Haunted House; Demons/Possession; Analog & Found Footage; Deathsworn

DAY THREE SLASHER: Blood & Gore; Home Invasion; Summer Camp; Detective/Crime; Stalking

DAY FOUR GOTHIC: Terror & Sublime; Suspense; Death & Decay; Castles & Crypts; Forbidden Love

DAY FIVE PSYCHOLOGICAL: Unreliable Narrator; Isolation; Madness/Paranoia; Survival; Phobias

DAY SIX CREATURE FEATURE: Vampires; Werewolves; Zombies; Sea Creatures; Monsters

DAY SEVEN FOLK: Witchcraft; Dark Nature; Necromancy; Sacrifice; Religious Horror

DAY EIGHT SPACE: Abduction; Invasion; Aliens; Lost; The Unknown

DAY NINE BEYOND: Cosmic; Eldritch; Lovecraftian; Body Horror; The Hexcore’s Influence

DAY TEN FREE DAY

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Stray Sparks @straysparks.gay · 5h

TECHNICALLY IT IS STILL #WIPWEDNESDAY

This one is for @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social.

Psychological weirdness? False memories? Hopping timelines? It's my favorite subgenre: canon but weirder!

The lab looked different than he remembered.

There were stacks and stacks of notes, their edges neatly squared up in a way Jayce would never have done on his own. As he examined them more closely he found that they were not his notes at all, but Viktor's. In fact there was hardly any evidence that Jayce had been working here, save for a single workstation, completely untouched since the day Viktor died... the first time.

"What the hell is all this?" Jayce demanded, gesturing at the stacks of pages.

Caitlyn looked surprised. "Viktor," she said, like it was something he should have already known. "He continued on with Hextech in your stead. Since you were... unavailable."

Jayce slumped back against the worktable. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't remember?" Caitlyn's eyes were darting back and forth, searching, worried. "After the attack on the Council, you-- Well, I don't know what happened, exactly, but Viktor said you tried to continue his research on the Hexcore."

Jayce's limbs went cold. "I promised I would destroy it."

"Right," Caitlyn confirmed. "And he said you refused. And then you... disappeared one day, along with the Hexcore. Nobody knew where you'd gone."

"But that's not what happened," Jayce protested weakly. "I-- I used the Hexcore to save Viktor's life."

"That may be so, but the things it was whispering to you weren't all truths."

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querulousArtisan EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS OPEN @querulousartisan.bsky.social · 14h

WIP Wednesday! Still working on chapter 1 rewrite of Vector Trapped in the Network (Evil Within inspired #jayvik AU), making sure I put in the Jayce - Sebastian parallel that I should have put in the first time around.

He leaned in, his voice lower, barely audible to Caitlyn over the din of the bar.

"Whatever his partner got caught up in puts him in danger, too." Silco said carefully.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, confusion etching on her face as she shook her head. "It was just a freak accident," she answered quickly. "Why would he-"

Silco raised a hand to his lips, urging her to lower her voice, his good eye scanning the bar for anyone that may be listening before you continuing.

"His partner worked on pharmaceutical formulas, no?" Silco questioned quietly. "Hardly something that would require equipment that would cause an explosion of that scale. Not to mention how quickly the case of his death was closed."

Sapphire eyes narrowed as an ice one stared back.

"What are you getting at?" she asked carefully.

"There is something going on, Kiramann." Silco stated coolly. "All those that have gone missing have been from Zaun. His partner was, as well. Case closed or not, I would suggest looking into who is behind it." he needed his head over to the man in the booth. "He deserves that closure."

Silco pushed the glass of water over to Cait.

"Now please get that drunk out of my bar. I know you are doing what you can for him, but he needs help. More than any of us can give."

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Funky 🦈 @fnkythresher.bsky.social · 16h

#wipwednesday #JayvikHorrorWeek

A snippet from the fic I'm working on for day to of Jayvik Horror and Gothic Week

A red snippet square from Ellipsus with a quote from a fic stating: "While the symbols didn't quite make sense, Jayce dutifully copied them down from the reference in his notebook, as he had done with the magical runes he and Viktor had studied in another life barely years previously.

Next Jayce placed the red candles he'd made laboriously while his mother was out. Their wax was deep and blood-like in the fading light and the fragrant scent of cinnamon and sea salt permeated the dusty air as Jayce positioned them according to the directions on the compass he had brought.

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Funky 🦈 @fnkythresher.bsky.social · 7d

A little late to WIP Wednesday but here's a bit from my first piece for #JayvikHorrorWeek
@jvhorrorweek.bsky.social
#jayvik

A snippet reading: "A yawn made Viktor's eyes prickle at the corners and when he turned the page the words swam in and out of focus. Witch each blink his lashes fluttered lower. He pouted at the last few bites of food left on his plate. Perhaps he should have gone to bed to read...

What sounded like a door closing startled Viktor awake. He jolted up, fighting to free his hands of the blanket pulled up to his chin. When had he grabbed it?

A brown ombre square over a photo of someone checking a house's electricity panel in the dark. The person is holding something that emits light behind the brown ombre square.

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querulousArtisan EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS OPEN @querulousartisan.bsky.social · 7d

WIP Wednesday!

Restarting Vector Trapped in the Network, my Evil Within AU. I want this au to have the care that it deserves.

#jayvik

(I don't know if it will be a main part of @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social but it is based off of a horror game. >:3)

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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · 7d

Reminder to tag us in your wips! We’d love to share what you’re working on 🖤

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Cain 👁‍🗨👅👁‍🗨 @ zines @c4ndyc41n.bsky.social · 9d

“He recognizes the figure, knowing the shape intimately… Somehow, it doesn’t comfort him.”

our fic club kicked off october with “A Door I Cannot Close” by @nicdecol (twt) and it was the perfect start to spooky season 🥰 #jayvik

a scene from ADICC: Jayce and Macha staring down a twisted darkened hallway hiding a familiar shadowed figure that looks to be suspended in the air like a broken puppet

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Jules @jldrawssomething.bsky.social · 8d

WiP for #JayvikHorrorWeek !!!
This is halfway there lmao
Try to guess the prompt
#jayvik #Arcane

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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · 13d

Imagine organizing a horror zine and believe that horror cannot be political….

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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · 13d

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ALT: a close up of a man wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope smiling .

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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · 13d

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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · 13d

WE ESPECIALLY ACCEPT SUBMISSION WRITTEN IN OLDE ENGLISH, VICTORIAN, OR 19th CENTURY STYLE. PLEASE DO. PLEASE.

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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · 13d

The Jayvik Horror Week DOES accept material that contains adults in sexually explicit content!
We DO accept serial killers, slasher, gore and splatterpunk!
We DO accept religious and political themes!

https://kolektiva.social/@noescape_vg 🏴🏳️‍⚧️🇵🇸 @noescapevg.com · 14d

Then what the fuck is the point of you

Important: The Horror Zine does NOT accept any material that contains adult or sexually explicit content; abuse or harming of women or children; any rape scenes; serial killers; slasher; gore for gore's sake, or splatter punk. We do NOT accept any religious or political themes. We do NOT accept any submissions written in Olde English, Victorian, or 19th Century styles. We do NOT accept any submissions told in a diary or letter or journal format, written in numbered chapters, told as memories, or told entirely as dialogue (someone recounting past events). We do NOT accept any submissions created with the use of, or any assistance form, Artificial Intelligence (AI). We do NOT accept fan fiction.

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querulousArtisan EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS OPEN @querulousartisan.bsky.social · 14d

Unhinged AU time! I have had this Doom AU for months. Jayce and Viktor are scientists during the invasion on Earth. A 5+1- Five times they had to survive the demons, and one where the demons are no longer a threat.

For @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social day 3, because it is a bloody ride 😈

#jayvik

Viktor made his way slowly into the market, his cane tapping away against the long chipped tile, cleansed rainwater from the night before pooling in the crevices where it had fallen through the torn ceiling. Despite everything, however, the market was surprisingly intact considering the circumstances.

Walls were scorched with hellfire, the floors stained with months old blood, but it seems the stores early abandonment meant it wasn't torn asunder.

It meant his little side quest might be successful.

He kept his hand hovered over on his holstered weapon, knowing the risk he was taking by slipping away from the safety of the group. Even with the fall of the Icon of Sin, the consumption of the planet halted, the sweep of lingering demonic hordes was far from over.

Jayce would be furious to know Viktor was risking his life over the hopes of finding a spice, but he hoped his husband would come to understand.

A year of living in a world torn apart by the very forces of Hell left one yearning for old times, old comforts, something to forget the pain of all that had occurred.

He spotted the sign he needed, lilted sideways with a broken side chain dangling below it, the other one keeping it afloat above the aisle. It listed the contents of the Aisle. Sugar. Baking goods.

Spices.

Viktor could feel his lip quirk up, made his way forward, looking at the lines of tiny bottles. Many were shattered along the floor, the contents long stale being exposed to the air, while others remained sealed on the shelves.

There, right before him, sat a lone bottle of anise seed.

His fingers curled around the glass, carefully holding it like it was a sacred relic. He felt elated, already imagining the soothing nectar of sweet milk he hoped to soon indulge in as soon as they were safely behind ARC security once more.

It wouldn't be entirely the same. He would likely have to suffer with powdered milk product and a sweetener alternative,

relying on the limited supplies provided by a world where infrastructure was demolished, but it would be close enough.

He slipped it into the pocket of his coat, turning around and making his way back to the front, thankful for how blissfully quiet the area was save for the tapping of his crutch and the click of his augmented leg. He had nearly made his way to the exit when his eyes spotted it.

Just beyond the customer service counter, though the security cage had long since been ruined, lay a small row of cigarettes. Viktor froze in his tracks, feeling the call of them, even after he had been clean of them for nearly two years now.

He had made a promise to Jayce after they had gone back to Earth, as he lay in a hospital bed getting measured poison pumped into his veins to swear them off forever.

However, that promise was made when the concept of fire and brimstone destroying all that he knew wasn't even a thought.

"Just one…" Viktor murmured under his breath.

One couldn't hurt.

After witnessing the wholesale slaughter of billions, watching as the cental point of the invasion began in his homelands, while remaining on the move to flee with his life, and Jayce's, Viktor deserved a little treat.

He deserved a moment of calm. If Jayce caught the scent of the smoke, then Viktor could explain it away.

After all, there was hardly a difference between the scent of tar filled tobacco and the burning embers of hell.

He made his way over, slipping behind the counter and pushing open the bent security cage before reaching inside. His hands swiped something indulgent, something that would have been expensive before the apocalypse, tapping the small cellophane wrapped package against his hand before ripping it open and pulling out one of the rolls of paper and leaf. He reached back inside the cage, grabbing one of the abandoned lighters,

hopeful the fluid in it would still spark as he brought the cigarette to his lips as he leaned against the counter. The lighter clicked once, twice, and then the soft glow of a flame rose from it.

Thinking he is safe, ever, leaves him open for his soul to be claimed.

His heart hammering in his chest, a snorting snarl behind him, Viktor turned his head to look behind himself, pushing away from the counter. From the other side, only a couple of yards away, the beady glowing eyes of a Pinky demon locked onto him, it claws clicking on the tile as each heavy step shattered them further. It had sights on its prey and if there was one thing Viktor learned about this particular monster was that they were singled minded in their pursuit.

It must have locked onto him the moment he entered the store, his scent alerting the demon as he meandered the aisles like he was simply running a weekend errand, his guard down. He hadn't heard it when he should have, as his crutch would have done little to dampen the sound of beasts footsteps.

It made a deafening sound, bestial in quality, a mixture of bovine and hog as it surged forward, powerful legs pushing it past at an unnatural speed for it's size.

Viktor tried to move backwards, but he found himself tripping over his own feet in his terror. He fell backwards, the crutch clattering to the ground, his back hitting the cigarette shelving as he fell to the floor. There was no time to move, no time to get to his feet, even if he were of sound body, and the fall was already causing his augmented leg to surge with pain.

Dread made way to guilt, tears welling up as he realized that in these final moments, he would be leaving Jayce a widower simply because Viktor followed his reckless impulse.

He closed his eyes shut, breath held though his body still tried to lean away. If there was one solace he could take to his grave, it was that at least his death would be swift in the crushing maw of the demon.

The demon roared again, Viktor shrinking away, waiting.

There was no destruction of the counter before him. There was no rotten scent from the heated breath of the beast. Instead, he heard it whine, a pained sound as it slammed into the floor, the squelch of something hitting exposed soft flesh. There was a howl of rage from a familiar voice, causing Viktor to open his eyes.

All he could see from the angle he was at on the ground was the raising of a sledgehammer, the length of it covered in blood and viscera as it game back down. The demon howled in pain again, and Viktor could hear it trying to scramble for purchase on the ground to get back to its feet. It was of no use, however. The demon's assailant allowed it no mercy as Viktor watched the hammer come down again and again.

Even as the creature's cried died out, leaving only the sounds of enraged yelling and the battering of pulverized flesh, the hammer kept coming down, until finally overextended lungs and muscles demanded the attacker to take rest. Blood began to flow past the counter, staining everything it touched in crimson, and it finally registered that Viktor's death had met its own end as he stared at it.

"Viktor, you put yourself in danger for a fucking cigarette? I made a command for everyone to stay put and my own husband violates it? I thought it was you that said that we were scientists, not soldiers!"

Oh.

That was why the voice was familiar.

Viktor's eyes shot up to meet hazel eyes filled with anger, Jayce standing before him soaked in the blood of the monster he had just slaughtered while protecting the man he loved, righteous fury still fueling the man. Jayce's tanned face was as crimson as the floor before Viktor, blood causing dark locks to stick to his forehead like hellish pomade.

Fuck.

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Jayvik Gothic & Horror Week 🩸 @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social · 16d

describe your horror week piece with one word 👀

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Mimi | Kattaklysmic @kattaklysmic.bsky.social · 26d

No, I’m not a human x Viktor comes back wrong
#viktorarcane #arcanefanart #jayvik

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AudsomeArtist @audsomeartist.bsky.social · Aug 28

Oh, to bite and be bitten #jayvik #wip
(TW blood 🩸)

A vampiric Viktor from Arcane looms over a bitten Jayce, covered in blood

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ririarts (comms closed) @ririsfilthyart.bsky.social · Sep 13

Sometimes I feel like I got to run away~
Alien AU? I just wanted to draw Jayvik to this song. #jayvik #arcane

2D colored digital two panel comic depicting characters Jayce and Viktor, in his Arcane Herald form, from the show Arcane. The scene and inspiration is from Soft Cell's Tainted Love music video, and the setting and colors are similar to the video. Jayce is laying on bed on his back, looking up to Viktor who is kneeled over him but still looming over him.
First panel:
Viktor's upper body, looming over Jayce and looking down on him. His eyes are glowing and he's extending his arm at Jayce. Glowing purple orbs float around him. Lyrics from "Tainted Love" written on the panel next to him: "This tainted love you've given."
Second panel:
Jayce laying on his back on bed, looking up at Viktor who's kneeling over him. Jayce's dressed in white top and boxers. Viktor is reaching for his forehead with one hand, his fingertips glowing blue with some kind of magic. Jayce looks confused but somewhat mesmerized. Lyrics from "Tainted Love" written on the panel next to him: "I give you all a boy could give you."

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Kiku Dusk | Shop OPEN @kikudusk113.bsky.social · Sep 15

jayce dont look behind you theres a scary cat boy lookin at you!
(silly wip for @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social day 1)

Jayce in the foreground with a flashlight shining under his face with a scared expression on his face. Behind him is a silly cartoony plush cat viktor i drew....behind HIM is just a jpeg of arcane herald viktor with his glowing yellow eyes looks down at jayce through the darkness.

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mozz🧀🔞 @brojobs.bsky.social · Sep 2

salve
[cw body horror]

digital illustration of viktor and jayce. viktor holds jayce's head gently in his hands as his face splits in half and leaks purple ooze. jayce looks up at him in reverence as the liquid drips on him.

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m♡li @mmmoli.bsky.social · Sep 7

- so take my heart for your love 🗡️

#jayvik #viktor #arcane #viktorarcane

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Ester ⭐🩸 @ester-galls.bsky.social · Sep 7

a framed tragedy
#jayvik

jayvik embrace, jayce holding Viktor from behind with his face close to his neck. The drawing is framed with an art nouveau-style frame, with the cog and the butterfly up side and the flower and the rune symbol on the bottom side.

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t4t jayvik supremacy 🏳️‍⚧️ 🦋 @brownfrogs.bsky.social · Aug 13

{ #jayvik } have you hugged your eldritch horror husband today?

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querulousArtisan EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS OPEN @querulousartisan.bsky.social · Sep 3

It is my birthday, and it is wipwednesday, and for my birthday I am sharing 1400+ words of my Animorphs au that I am writing for day 8 of @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social

#jayvik

Viktor made his way into the room, the crutch tapping on the tile as he did so. The enforcers flanking him made him feel trapped, corralled, despite their insistence that they simply wanted to talk to him.

They only wanted to discuss something he may have been a witness to, nothing more.

So why could he not shake the feeling of danger, that pinprick sensation at the back of his head that told him that something was wrong?

One of the enforcers pulled out one of the two chairs that sat at the table, the other closing the blinds to the single window as Viktor carefully sat down.

"What is this all about, gentlemen?" Viktor schooled his voice to be as even as possible, refusing to give them any reason to decide that he, as a Zaunite, was dangerous and someone they needed to assault.

The two enforcers remained quiet, once again flanking Viktor. His grip on his crutch tightened, his eyes darting between the two of them.

"What is this all about?" he asked again, his voice a little sharper this time.

He almost missed the opening and closing of the door he had just come through, too focused on the men flanking him.

"Is this the scientist that is working with the Andalite device?" a voice called from behind, causing Viktor to turn around, startled.

An elderly gentleman sat in a wheelchair. The lapel of his waistcoat held the Arvino crest, signifying his rank within the house. He was pushed in by a servant, and the appearance of someone from one of the higher houses made the hair on the back of Viktor's neck stand on end.

"What is this all about?" Viktor asked once more, his voice wavering with the question. "I am a scientist of Hextech, not of… Andy-light technology. You clearly have the wrong scientist."

Yet, as he said the words, dread began to grow in Viktor. Something told him it was about the strange blue box he and Jayce had been presented with weeks ago, that somehow it was less related to the Arcane than they had thought.

Instead, the gentleman was pushed to the other end of the table, facing Viktor as elder eyes studied Viktor's face. Gold eyes met aged grey, and there was something about them that made Viktor tense.

There was something malicious in those eyes. Not the disgust of a higher house for those of the undercity, or even indifference of Piltover's own for those beneath their feet.

It was like looking into the eyes of a predator that had caught sight of its prey.

"Hmm," the gentleman regarded Viktor, not as a human, but as something to covet, something to take. "I would have much rather have had the healthier one, but this one will make a suitable host."

There was something about the words that made Viktor scoot back, only to be made aware of just how outnumbered he was. Enforcer hands were on his shoulders, keeping him in place. Every neuron in his body was screaming for him to flee, to run, to escape.

It wasn't like he could if he tried. Even if he could get out the door, his failing body would not allow him to get very far.

Viktor watched as the gentleman placed his hands upon the table, near the bar cuffs would loop through. He watched as the assistant attached the cuffs, locking them in place, ensuring their stability.

"Feed this host to the Taxxons." the man said, his voice cold, cruel. "It isn't like he has much longer, but we can't let anything getting out."

There was no response, a quiet understanding from everyone.

Everyone but Viktor.

What did the man mean by host?

What did he mean by feeding it…

His thoughts were cut off as his own arms were wrenched forward. He gave a cry of surprise, the pain in his arms jarring him before he realized cuffs were now locking him into place in the same manner as the man across from him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Viktor shouted, anger edging into his voice as he tugged against his restraints. "Jayce will be hearing about this.

"He won't." the man said.

The words sent a chill down Viktor's spine.

He kept tugging on his restraintsfruitlessly, his heart pounding, his breaths coming short and ragged as terror took hold. He was so focused on his own futile escape, he hadn't noticed the man's eyes rolling back, his body quivering. Hands flexed, first relaxed, then with more intensity.

There was a guttural cry from across the table, one that caused Viktor to look up.

The sight before him made him sick.

He watched, something slippery, violet in color slip from the mans ear. It was formless, at first, squeezing out slowly. The aid stood by, ready to catch whatever it was, careful mannerisms treating whatever it was like it was something precious.

He watched as the cruelty left the man's eyes, as a different kind of awareness began to take hold.

Fear.

The shapeless form soon unflattened, a slug of considerable size soon now sitting in the assistants palm. The man was now staring at Viktor, tears running down his face as he tugged on his own restraints.

"You have to run, son!" he begged, trying to reach for what has just escaped his ear without success, a desperate attempt to kill whatever it was.

"Don't let them put that thing near you! It will take over your mind and you will only be able to watch."

The severity of the situation started to unfold, and soon Viktor was trying to kick away, twisting as best he could as the assistant brought the slug over.

He found no escape. Instead, he found his face pushed against the table, the enforces restraining him, making sure his head did not move. He cried out, struggled against his captors, his eyes wide as he watched the assistant draw closer.

"Please, he is just a lad!" begged the man, having long since stopped struggling. "I have far more influence in the city! Just let him go!"

Viktor knew, however, there would be no escape for neither of them.

He knew so little of what was going on, and yet something told him he now knew too much. He couldn't even fathom what the man before him knew.

He trembled as the …

It hurt, at first, the creature deforming itself to push it's way into the ear canal, but the ache eased. Viktor could feel it worming it's way into his skull, a slow process, one that made his stomach turn. He screamed, hoping his cries for help would alert someone else, another enforcer, anyone.

"Let me g-"

His shout was cut off.

It wasn't under his own volition. Slowly, as the creature settled, he could feel his control over his own body slipping. It had gone for his voice first, silencing him. His struggles became intermittent, the neurons in his mind slowly ignoring him for the invading creature inside his head.

His heart and breathing slowed, forced into a calm, his brain forced out of the instinctual need to flee.

As Viktor peered at the man at the other side of the table, he could feel his lips curl, a sadistic expression form on his face he could no longer control.

His body was no longer his own.

He felt the hands forcing him down release him, felt the cuffs release from his own wrists. He could still feel the ache from the angle he had been at, but there was nothing he could do to sooth it. His hand was forced into his vision, slowly being turned inspected, the dexterous digits extending and curling.

"You really have no idea what you are working with, do you?" he heard his own voice speak, an inflection of cruelty in it.

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nerz 🦋 @sdlolla.bsky.social · Aug 28

oop forgot to cross post here!! this is the #wip from the carmilla inspired fic i'm working on for both @vampirejayvikweek.bsky.social and @jvhorrorweek.bsky.social 🩸

Screenshot of an excerpt from the Carmilla inspired jayvik fanfiction I'm writing. The text in the picture goes:
"So, take this tale as you wish. As a true recounting of the demise of a promising scientist, or as the musings of a madman, or as an exemplary study of what ambition and frustration can lead a gifted mind to.

Some might read it as a warning against challenging the men and women destiny and greed have unjustly put above us. Others might instead view it as the very opposite of that, a testimony of defiance in the face of a world that imposes its claws on our souls from the very moment we are born.

For me, this is first and foremost a love story."

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