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puerto rican jayce rights 🦋 🇵🇷
@straddleatmosphere.bsky.social
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idk i’m just on here. 🔞 / cristina 🇵🇷 / archivist / bi / in my 30s and annoyed // number one jayce talis fan (besides viktor)

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my grandma is more obsessed with my cat than me, look what she got him for christmas 😭
a raised cat bowl hand painted red and white to look like a peppermint candy. it says ‘peppermint meow-tini’ an above shot angle of a raised cat bowl hand painted red and white to look like a peppermint candy. there is a candy cane with a red bow showing
November 28, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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#wipwednesday viktor’s deathsworn transformation/resurrection, aka the erotic phalloplasty from the god of death (jayce) in my deeply horny t4t elden ring-ish AU that i’ve been calling ‘glowstick’

featuring art by the insanely talented @escyn.bsky.social who is one of the reasons this fic exists
snippet of my jayvik fic with the working title of ‘glowstick’: Jayce’s eyes start to brighten, two miniature suns that Viktor can’t look away from, and Viktor wants to throw himself into the fire and set himself aflame. “Tell me,” Jayce says, voice echoing, both audible and booming inside his mind. “Think of your innermost desires, what you have always wanted to look like.” And Viktor sees himself as he was alive, his hunched, aching back, his twisted leg, but mostly the soft chest, hanging heavy, the aching emptiness between his legs, the feeling of wrongness, of incompatibility. Viktor feels an alien presence inside him, blooming with understanding, with warmth, and he tenses with a ragged moan when he feels that hot, huge hand, so bright it’s blinding, push deep into his body, into his very soul, and he gasps when Jayce’s forehead presses against his. He can feel himself panting, and Jayce’s golden eyes are burning as he sinks that hand in deeper, as he brings the other up to cup his cheek. “Let me reshape you,” Jayce breathes, hot against Viktor’s mouth but not quite touching, and Viktor lets out a helpless, shaky moan as he feels the godly hands inside his chest begin to sculpt. A kaleidoscope of colors bursts behind his eyes, his very essence twisted, forged, reborn. He can feel himself pant, his chest heavy and sensitive, nipples pebbled, the ghost sensation of toes he’s not even sure exist right now curling as Jayce’s presence overwhelms him, consumes, and the pleasure builds and builds, until that heat is between his legs and he cries out, back arching as he feels something forming from that aching wrongness, hot and hard, surrounded by the tight heat of Jayce’s glowing hands that Viktor can feel on this new length as if he was born with it. Light explodes behind his eyes as blinding pleasure bursts inside and outside his body and everything goes completely dark. When he comes to, it is to a gentle touch, cool against his brow. His eyes flutter open and there, above him, a blurry form coalesces into the now familiar face of Death Himself, of Jayce, his savior and healer and bringer of pleasure.
November 26, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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wrote basically this in my jaycest fic with post ravine jayce talking to a jayce still waiting for viktor to wake up from the hexgoop, i love having MEDIA LITERACY!!!
Talis finally looks at him, sniffling, eyes red-rimmed and wet. Jayce runs his thumb along the thin skin under one eye, wiping a stray tear away. “B-but. Viktor…” Jayce swallows. “Our biggest mistake,” he says, voice low. “And not one I can ever see us not making.”
November 19, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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#wipwednesday from the next chapter of ‘integrated circuits.’ the chembarons make their first appearance and jayce gets his first prey animal metaphor 🦌

read from the beginning: archiveofourown.org/works/721481...
snippet of the next chapter to jayvik fic ‘integrated circuits’: “I think we can start without him,” Chross says, leaning forward in his wheelchair and watching Jayce with keen eyes. His voice is different than the others, an affected lilt that reminds Jayce more of the Kiramman’s than anyone in Zaun. He glances at him briefly before he turns to look at the others. He feels like a deer, a pack of wolves circling him and ready to jump for the kill if he shows so much as a hint of weakness. Jayce might be able to look the part, but he has never felt like a fellow wolf, comfortable in the hunt. He has always felt more like a soft-bellied herbivore, preferring to graze in peace. But wolves like these forget the strength of a prey animal. A stag can kill a wolf with a well-aimed hard kick to the head.
November 19, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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he is so cat-shaped here.
a grey tabby cat sits on a peach colored toilet seat cover, next to a white sink. he has a white blaze down his chest and he is sitting very primly and cat-like a close up of a grey tabby sitting on a peach colored toilet cover. he has a white blade on his chest and he is sitting very primly with his tail curled around his white paw
November 19, 2025 at 3:52 AM
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i said i wasn’t going to post anymore wips of the jellyjayce and magevik fic until i finished the whole thing but ive been too busy to work on it the past week so here’s another little snippet of the thirsty jellyboy himself for @staroverlord.bsky.social
snippet of jellyfish inspired jayvik fic: The tattoos look nice on the mage’s fingers, and Jayce imagines them on his Viktor, those big, slender hands touching his neck then higher, along his jaw and then mouth, newly inked fingers down his throat, choking him until all he thinks about is the taste of Viktor on his tongue. He wets his dry mouth, feeling parched, and looks away. This isn’t his Viktor. This Viktor hasn’t seen him with his cock in his hand, hasn’t watched him with that flushed, open-mouthed gaze, studying him with the intensity he usually reserved for a Hextech experiment. He shudders, heat crawling up his neck as he thinks of the mage looking at him instead, this strange Viktor with the luminous eyes glowing in the dark of the night, watching him while he fitfully sleeps. Would he enjoy watching Jayce pant for him? Would he reach out and take what he’s been offering to his Viktor with a bared throat and beating heart in his open palms?
November 18, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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does anyone know if this dude’s species (or whatever you’d call it) has a name?
November 13, 2025 at 6:19 PM
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“call me when you kill a REAL dragon” -ody probably after my character got the killing blow on the evil dragon destroying my character’s hometown. not impressed with me.
a grey tabby laying on a white blanket makes an unimpressed squinty-eyed face. he is behind a red leather dice try with various dice inside it a grey tabby laying on a white blanket stares, unimpressed. he has one white paw on a red leather dice try with various dice inside it. the paw rests beside a green d20 with the 20 facing up
November 13, 2025 at 2:12 PM
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and posted this snippet of the next chapter on twt instead of the opening for…reasons. but bsky gets both!
jayvik chapter 4 snippet: (“You are going to meet with chembarons, Jayce,” Viktor had said, his mouth pressed into a thin line. “I would go with you myself, if I could.” “I can take him,” Sky had said, pushing her glasses up her nose. “It’s not too deep in and I wanted to do some spice shopping anyway.” “But—” Viktor had looked at Sky and they’d shared some kind of dialog that Jayce didn’t understand, something just between two Zaunites who decided to make their homes in Piltover. “Thank you, Miss Young,” Viktor had said. “Please pick him up tomorrow at 8am sharp.” Sky had nodded and Jayce, knowing when he was beat, had sighed.)
November 12, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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for #wipwednesday here’s the opening of the next chapter of ‘integrated circuits.’

in which jayce is a bad recovery patient post-stabbing and viktor kicks him out of the lab to catch up with mel.

link of fic from the beginning: archiveofourown.org/works/721481...
opening of next chapter for the jayvik big bang fic ‘integrated circuits’: “Jayce, if you don’t sit back down I’m going to put the Hexclaw on and make you,” Viktor says, voice low and threatening, and Jayce’s eyes go wide, cheeks flushing hot at the thought. A throat clears softly. “Am I interrupting something, boys?” Mel Medarda says, a twitch of amusement to the soft pout of her mouth. “Only Jayce negating everything his doctor said and attempting to lift things he is absolutely not allowed to lift.” “Viktor!” He whines, finally collapsing into his chair when the weight of two pairs of eyes giving him disappointed stares pushes him to finally sit down. Viktor’s shoulders immediately lose their tension. “Thank you, Miss Medarda,” he says primly and Jayce groans into his hand. Mel coughs delicately in her hand, and Jayce pouts at her. He can tell when she’s hiding a laugh. “I was going to ask how you were,” she says, clearly amused. “But I think I can see for my own eyes.” “He is a menace,” Viktor huffs. “Are you here to take him away?” “Don’t act so happy about the idea,” Jayce grumbles and Viktor throws a pen at him, scowling when Jayce catches it. “I am getting nothing done with the way you whine,” Viktor says and Jayce sighs. “Please, take him to do Council things.” Mel does laugh then, a quiet, almost startled noise, like she didn’t expect to make it. “Come with me, Jayce. Maybe you need to stretch your legs, and we can discuss what you missed from the last Council meeting.” Jayce lets out a put-upon sigh and Viktor just pats his back condescendingly when he walks by.
November 12, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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finished my acceleration rune cross stitch for @staroverlord.bsky.social last night! (cutting it very close bc today’s her last day here 😭). if you’re wondering how many writers it takes to put a cross stitch in a frame, the answer is 3.
a finished cross stitch acceleration rune in a circular brown frame star wearing a black shirt and holding the finished cross stitch over her face. she throws a peace sign with her other hand
November 10, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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i won’t have anything finished for #t4tjayvikweek but here’s a snippet of my t4t death!jayce and deathsworn!viktor fic!

you ever worship a beautiful god so much he gives you a free erotic magic phalloplasty surgery with his own glowing hands when he revives you as his loyal deathsworn soldier?
snippet of jayvik fic: “Tell me,” Jayce says, voice echoing, both audible and booming inside his mind. “Think of your innermost desires, what you have always wanted to look like.” And Viktor sees himself as he was alive, his hunched, aching back, his twisted leg, but mostly the soft chest, hanging heavy, the aching emptiness between his legs, the feeling of wrongness, of incompatibility. Viktor feels an alien presence inside him, blooming with understanding, with warmth, and he tenses with a ragged moan when he feels those hot, huge hands, so bright they’re blinding, push deep into his body, into his very soul, and he gasps when Jayce’s forehead presses against his. He can feel himself panting, and Jayce’s golden eyes are burning as he sinks those hands in deeper. “Let me reforge you,” Jayce breathes, hot against Viktor’s mouth but not quite touching, and Viktor lets out a helpless, shaky moan as he feels the godly hands inside his chest begin to sculpt. A kaleidoscope of colors bursts behind his eyes, his very essence twisted, molded, reborn. He can feel himself pant, his chest heavy and sensitive, nipples pebbled, the ghost sensation of toes he’s not even sure exist right now curling as Jayce’s presence overwhelms him, consumes, and the pleasure builds and builds, until that heat is between his legs and he cries out, back arching as he feels something forming from that aching wrongness, hot and hard, surrounded by the tight heat of Jayce’s glowing hands that Viktor can feel on this new length as if he was born with it. Light explodes behind his eyes as blinding pleasure bursts inside and outside his body and everything goes completely dark.
November 6, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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for #wipwednesday jellyjayce is suffering. inspired by me telling @staroverlord.bsky.social “they haven’t fucked yet but it’s already horny” and her saying “did jayce wake up hard?”

probably my last wip post until i finish this damn thing!!
jellyjayce and magevik jayvik snippet: The morning after night six and Jayce wakes up slick with sweat, his hips grinding into the mattress with juddering thrusts. He stills, gasping wetly against the pillow, soaked with his drool. One glance and he sees that the mage has already left from his spot beside him in bed, dawn light beginning to creep into the horizon, and a mixture of relief and disappointment twists sickly inside him even as his hips move restlessly, chasing the friction his cock so desperately wants. He forces himself to roll over, panting into the air as his whole body aches from the force of his arousal, the sweet relief of pressure so cruelly taken away from him—from Jayce himself—but the thing is he only has one pair of pants here and if he has to wash them because he came in them he thinks he’ll die of mortification. Fuck. He breathes hard, trying to calm his racing heart. At least it wasn’t another nightmare.
November 5, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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for world jellyfish day here’s a snippet of my jellyfish jayce and mage vik fic for @staroverlord.bsky.social
jellyfish jayvik snippet: “You don’t know what it is you want,” Viktor says and Jayce’s anger flares. It seems every iteration of Viktor always tries to tell him what his own thoughts and desires are, unheeding of Jayce’s own words. “I do,” he says hotly, hands clenched into firsts. “I do, Viktor.” Viktor’s eyes, kaleidoscopic opals with pupils sharp pinpricks in the dim light of the moon, pierce him like a dagger to the ribs. But Jayce’s pain tolerance is high these days—he’s spent months letting his own Viktor carve him open with a knife to get to his heart, letting Viktor lift the offending organ out of the bloody viscera of his chest with the precision of a surgeon all for him find it wanting. The mage, this lonely, not-so-distant version of Viktor, can’t hurt him in any way that matters, not in any way he hasn’t asked for already. Helplessly, he says, “Viktor, it’s you,” and Viktor inhales sharply, his pupils blowing wide like spilled ink.
November 3, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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didn’t really dress up but had a low effort kim possible outfit with the upper lip lipstick look that i’m now obsessed with. ummm face reveal i guess???!
October 31, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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being stared at while i work from home
a grey tabby cat sitting on top of a light blue cat tree. the perch is shaped like a cloud. he is staring at the camera a close up of a grey tabby cat laying down on a cloud shaped cat tree perch staring at the camera
October 31, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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went to go see oedipus on broadway and they gave us campaign merch
October 31, 2025 at 2:18 AM
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ready or not jayvik au where jayce marries into dmitri’s rich insane family and they start hunting him and viktor is adam brody except he isn’t a coward so they end up killing tne family and surviving together. anyway inspired by me thinking about final girl jayce at the end like this
October 30, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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#wipwednesday when you’re in a slump so you decide to play in @staroverlord.bsky.social sandbox with some “there’s only one bed and you’re sharing it with the mage who made you obsessed with magic and saved your life but who is also viktor.” mage vik is going to WRECK jellyjayce btw
snippet of jayvik fic inspired by ‘the line is covered in jellyfish’ On the fourth night when he wakes up with a scream trapped in the back of his throat, guttural and low, Viktor is there again, and for a moment he reaches for him, his Viktor, before he remembers where he is and drops his hand, embarrassed. “Jayce,” Viktor says. “What?” he snaps, feeling more wounded animal than man, nails digging into his wrist as sweat makes the shirt on his back stick to the sensitive scar tissue, the feeling like skittering bugs along his spine. He shudders, unable to help it, and can see the mage tilt his head to the side. He’s more bird-like than his Viktor is, Jayce thinks absently. Like some kind of long, fucked up heron. Something flashes in those strange eyes and Jayce shifts back, alarmed, when the mage begins to peel his robe off and get into the bed. “What the hell are you doing?” he asks, but his traitorous body betrays him, heart rate already slowing at the prospect of Viktor—whatever version of Viktor this is—being in bed with him. “You need to sleep,” he says simply. “And this will help.” Well. Alright then. It’s not like he’s wrong. Jayce rolls over to stare at the ceiling, and the mage—Viktor—lays next to him, stiff and unyielding and, he bites back the hysterical laughter building in his throat—awkward. Like his version had been, all those months ago. “So are you always like this, then?” His voice is loud in the silence and he hears the mage shift, very slightly. He doesn’t say anything and for some reason Jayce can’t stop running his mouth. “You know,” he gestures at the mage’s prone form, “Tense.” After a moment, a flat: “What.” Jayce has to bite back another giggle, feeling delirious. In bed with another version of the love of his life and he just can’t shut up.
October 29, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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being cute today
grey tabby laying on a checkered bed. he has yellow eyes and a pink nose grey tabby laying on a black comforter. he is squinting and has a bright pink nose
October 24, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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BREAKING NEWS: MACHINE HERALD SPOTTED LEAVING HOSPITAL WHERE COUNCILOR TALIS IS ADMITTED FOR STAB WOUND

aka chapter 4 of ‘integrated circuits’ by @yearnatron5000.bsky.social and i is out!

chapter 4 link: archiveofourown.org/works/721481...

from beginning: archiveofourown.org/works/721481...
snippet of chapter 4 of jayvik fic ‘integrated circuits’: It’s dark when Jayce wakes again, disoriented, only the sound of his heart monitor breaking the quiet stillness of the room. Why has he woken up? He’s usually a solid sleeper—once he’s asleep he stays asleep unless he has a nightmare or something wakes him. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the darkness, then swears loudly when he makes out a dark figure in the chair next to him, one eye glowing sickly orange. “Calm down, Councilor Talis,” the infamous industrialist and chembaron, Silco, says, voice low and level. “Wouldn’t want your heart rate to bring the night nurse in, would we?”
October 22, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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it’s ok we’ve all gotten sick so you don’t have to
October 16, 2025 at 11:58 PM
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#wipwednesday here’s a snippet from the next chapter of ‘integrated circuits’. silco has arrived
snippet from next chapter of jayvik fic ‘integrated circuits’: It’s dark when Jayce wakes again, disoriented, only the sound of his heart monitor breaking the quiet stillness of the room. Why has he woken up? He’s usually a solid sleeper—once he’s asleep he stays asleep unless he has a nightmare or something wakes him. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the darkness, then swears loudly when he makes out a dark figure in the chair next to him, one eye glowing sickly orange. “Calm down, Councilor Talis,” the infamous industrialist and chembaron, Silco, says, voice low and level. “Wouldn’t want your heart rate to bring the night nurse in, would we?” Jayce stares at him, eyes wide, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. He watches as Silco takes a cup, fills it with water, and brings it over to Jayce. Jayce takes it, confused. “What—” He swallows, then takes a long sip of water. “Why are you here?” “It’s not to kill you, if you were wondering,” Silco says, amusement curling his words. Jayce’s fingers twitch around his cup and he takes another drink.
October 15, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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is he, you know,
October 11, 2025 at 9:25 PM