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@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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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
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it’s here!! @yearnatron5000.bsky.social and my @jayvikbigbang.bsky.social fic is now LIVE, featuring amazing art by @catmutual.bsky.social

title: integrated circuits
pairing: #jayvik
featuring: canon divergence from s1, superhero viktor and damsel jayce

archiveofourown.org/works/721481...
summary for ‘integrated circuits’ by notsolstice and straddling_the_atmosphere: Piltover is the City of Progress, but its politics are less than progressive. Jayce Talis, newly promoted to Councilor, is determined to change that, but the rest of Piltover stands in his way. By rooting out corruption and fighting for better conditions in Zaun, Jayce has placed a target on his back. After an attempt on his life, Viktor decides to take Jayce’s protection into his own hands, crafting a suit of metal and steel and Hextech. There’s only one problem—Jayce has no idea who the scary robot man who keeps rescuing him is, and Viktor is determined to keep it that way. But as the danger around Jayce increases, and the Machine Herald’s renown and infamy in Zaun and Piltover grow, can Viktor keep up this double life? Or are the rumors of the Machine Herald and Jayce just putting them in more danger? Meanwhile, Jayce finds himself torn—so much face-to-mask contact with the Machine Herald has awakened a burgeoning desire inside him that he has long thought he held only for his partner, who has no idea of his feelings. Will Jayce be forced to choose between the best friend he ever had and his new, mysterious savior? tags for fic: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Superhero AU, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Attempted Sexual Assault (not explicit), Assassination Attempts, Trans Jayce, Viktor isn't cis but he isn't trans either he's a secret third thing, but He Does Have A Dick, Slight mix of Arcane and League lore, Viktor has some of his League traitsTop Viktor, Bottom Jayce, Machine Herald Viktor
October 9, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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this is not from the next chapter of ‘mostly void’ but it is in a future chapter for #wipwednesday
snippet of my jayvik wip: “Did you ever want to go up there, see the stars and the earth from out there in person?” “I did,” Viktor says softly. “Unfortunately, I was not fit enough. I was lucky enough to have a zero g experience once. It was…” He exhales slowly, staring up at the night sky. “I’ve never not hurt before. But in that space I was weightless. My body was unencumbered, painless. I’ve been chasing the feeling of flying ever since.” They’re both quiet, Jayce, absorbing the words, Viktor watching the stars. “And you?” Jayce blinks. “Me too,” he says. “But I wasn’t fit to be an astronaut either, even before the crash.” At Viktor’s puzzled look, his lips twist wryly. “They don’t let people who have tried to kill themselves in.” Viktor inhales sharply and Jayce looks up at the stars, avoiding his gaze.
October 8, 2025 at 5:51 PM
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he said this and everyone immediately went ok viktor is pregnant with four kids immediately god it. bc they suck
October 7, 2025 at 4:08 AM
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today’s vibes
beach in puerto rico with a small weiner dog running in the sand beach in puerto rico with a fluffy collie mix in the sand
October 5, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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hey guys breaking news all of us bottom jayce lovers are just trying to signify how progressive we are for liking a beefy bottom
September 29, 2025 at 3:33 PM
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me emerging from video game mania after an entire day finally having defeated scylla
September 29, 2025 at 12:51 AM
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super excited to be part of my first zine as a fic writer! @ourdesireszine.bsky.social
acceptance email for the OUR DESIRES: jayvik secret journal zine
September 28, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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next chapter of “mostly void, partially stars” (my WTNV-inspired #jayvik wip) is here!

chapters 2/8: i. nocturnal lights

featuring: jayce, manic and about to make the final choice. a voice, interrupting.

archiveofourown.org/works/706967...
cover art for ‘mostly void, partially stars,’ featuring the title in looping white-ish pale purple font over a faded, opaque hexcore. the hexcore is faded enough to still show the night sky that it sits on. below it, a silhouette of an observatory the summary for ‘mostly void’ written over the same observatory silhouette and night sky as the cover, but instead of the hexcore in the sky, the runic alphabet is written in loops. the summary is: In between the sister desert cities of Piltover and Zaun sits the Firelight Observatory, far enough away from them both for the telescope to get a clear view of the sky. Astrobiologist Jayce Talis dreams of finding new life, out among the stars. He knows it’s out there, no matter what people tell him—he’s seen it, experienced it, felt its touch. But Jayce's mind is a trap, falling into dark places in the face of the constant questioning of his work and beliefs. And on a clear, lonely night, when the doubting words in Jayce's head are the loudest, the lilting voice of a radio host beckons him onwards and teaches him to reach for the stars.
September 26, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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visited my very wiggly, VERY displeased son
September 24, 2025 at 11:39 PM
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#wipwednesday from the next chapter of mostly void! manic jayce my beloved <3
snippet from the next chapter of jayvik fic ‘mostly void, partially stars’: Restlessly, he thumbs at the worn leather journal on his lap, his first one. The one his mother gifted him, after the third week he’d woken up screaming, remembering the clink of grass and the blood on his mother’s face. “Para tus sueños,” she’d said, and it had helped to be able to write the fractured feelings down every time he woke up, skin clammy with sweat. He knows his mother didn’t think it would lead to this. A boy obsessed with the stars, who tracked the moon’s phases and recorded each out-of-the-ordinary phenomenon with the feverish mania of someone possessed. Most of the writing in this first journal are just the fanciful imagination of a traumatized kid who was desperate to grab onto something, and chose the unexplained. But it’s where this all began—that night on the dark road, a new moon, flashing lights in the sky
September 24, 2025 at 5:25 PM