Styg🥩jayce cherisher

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Alex/Styg, local stigmata enjoyer! She/They, 29, Bi, Latine 🇸🇻🇬🇹 I like to draw sometimes!! (spoilers, nsfw sometimes, c0mms: closed) FREE PALESTINE🍉

A picture of most of the merch that came in the full bundle for the Only You jayvik zine. There are numerous gorgeous prints, a tote bag, sticker sheets, a bookmark, washi tape, and a notepad
An image of the daddy maker screen in Dream Daddy. The dadsona has been designed to look like Jayce Talis with glasses and a starry shirt.
A screenshot of a gray canvas in procreate that has a drawing of flambae from dispatch as that one image of chiikawa showing his hole. flambae looks devious as he spreads his cheeks lol
A sketchy doodle of Viktor arcane. He’s looking at the viewer with a small gentle smile and tousled hair
A drawing of a big eldritch version of Viktor holding a tiny Jayce up to his face/mask as Jayce leans forward to kiss him. Jayce is in the Bloodborne hunter outfit. Viktor is an amalgamation of metal looking parts and tentacles. He has five eyes and pincers/mandibles leading up to a hole-like mouth. He has gold markings all over and is blushing and staring at Jayce lovingly. Rays of sparkling light shoot forth from a very subtle halo behind Vik’s head, as stars twinkle in the night sky background.
A photo of the full bundle for the Jayvik Convergence Zine. It all came in an art deco inspired decorated box and includes standees, stickers, keychains, prints, and washi tape. There is also a special stopwatch in a box in the corner that was included. The zine itself is in the bottom right corner with a lovely foil cover.
An image of Art the clown from Terrifier 3 sitting in a chair. It’s funny bc he’s just sitting there blank as hell
An image of the Bimbo bread bear looking coyly at the camera and crossing their arms
Two black and white bust doodles of Twisted Fate. He isn’t wearing his hat in either. The first has him with a hard to read expression, staying silent. The second has him smirking and going ‘hmph’ a little meanly.
An illustration of Sugimoto and Vasily from Golden Kamuy as romantic sunset cowboys. In the background, a desert scene is painted, with pink and orange sands covered in scrubby bushes and cacti. Butterflies fly around in the sunset light, and in the distance behind rocky canyon walls, icy mountain peaks can be seen. To the right of the image are three panels: the first shows Sugimoto and Vasily lying down under a makeshift tent flap. Sugimoto is resting his head on Vasya’s chest and they are smiling at each other. The second frame shows their horses grazing on the desert grass next to a fire and cooking pot. The third frame depicts a passionate kiss between Sugimoto and Vasily in the orange light of the setting sun.
In all timelines and all possibilities. How mortifyingly poetic. Pointlessly grandiose. The sort of platitude only someone who mistakes sentiment for wisdom would think comforting. Viktor is still hopelessly embarrassed. It is a pretty way to imagine them: star-crossed partners, drifting toward each other across space and time as if the universe itself wills it so. It is far less kind to say what it truly implies—that they find each other in every failure and regret, in every enmity and mistake, in missteps, calamities, and catastrophes alike. Still, there is a twisted kind of beauty in it, the same Jayce finds in Viktor’s body—both in the one he once tried so desperately to shed, and in the one he now cannot bring himself to accept. There is something almost comforting in the thought that they do not find each other because of the universe, but in spite of it. That it is not some cosmic hand tracing their paths to bring them together, but their own stubbornness dragging them back into the same collision path again and again and again.
“I want what you want,” Jayce replies another time, and even as the words leave his mouth he knows what a monumentally stupid cop-out that is. They have been exceptionally aligned in every way in many different things, but he knows the question wasn’t for that. True to form, Viktor’s dark eyebrows draw together and his eyes, silver like the moon outside, narrow into scalpels. Jayce thinks he might as well be cut open, innards splayed on their bed. “If I told you I would like us both to pretend to be dogs and bark at the moon, would you want that?” He can tell Viktor wants a serious answer. Jayce asks “Do we get to wear collars?” instead. Viktor’s answering expression is nothing short of unimpressed.
A photo of the merch bundle for the jayvik t4t zine!! It includes a cute sticker sheet, two charms, a vikjayce pin, a cute arcane herald sticker, and sticky pads. There is also a thank you note off to the side :)
A funny render of Jayce staring straight at the viewer where he looks slightly pleasant and a lil blank lol The bottom text reads ‘dude.. fuck Yes….’
A drawing of Charles Smith and Arthur Morgan kissing tenderly. They are saying each other’s name and Charles has his eyes open, staring at Arthur lovingly. Arthur has his eyes scrunched in slight desperation. The entire image is pink toned with purples and reds.
A closer photo of the Plastic Beach model. Storyboards for Rhinestone Eyes are in the background.
A bathroom mirror selfie of Styg. The trailer bathrooms were surprisingly fancy lol
Photo of the sign outside the House of Kong exhibit. It features the statue of Pazuzu
Photo of a physical copy of The Mountain (2026) by The Gorillaz and a souvenir ticket for The House of Kong LA exhibit
A photo of the pyramid head nendoroid. He is against a red, rusty background. He is holding his iconic big sword in his right hand
Two doodles of Jayce showing the viewer his hands which have wounds in the center. Everything is black and white except for the wounds and his eyes, which look manic and tired. The wounds are stigmata and have the arcane infection spreading. In both doodles, Jayce is covering either part or most of his face, leaving his hands and his eyes as the focal points.
Photo of the Goodsmile Viktor Arcane Herald Pop Up Parade box
A doodle of Machine Herald Viktor and Jayce Giopara being in love. They are facing the viewer but are smiling at each other softly with their eyes closed. Viktor has his mask off and is holding a baby cow, meant to represent Jayce. Jayce is holding a baby goat, meant to represent Viktor. The colors are all pinks and purples and reds.
Photo of Styg’s new tattoo. It’s a stem of flowers with delicate linework, surrounded by stars/sparkles and a little crescent moon in the corner
Two doodles of Jayce’s facial expressions from s1e4. On the left, he’s looking to his left with a cheeky expression and a big grin. On the right, Jayce is looking with a sweet, surprised expression and a little smile. He’s so princess.
Screenshot of Jayce in the astral place, looking at Viktor with unabashed love and adoration as he smiles helplessly during his confession scene. I weep.
Funny ass screenshot of Jayce during his trial in s1 with his eyes closed and grimacing. The caption says ‘damn.’
“I’m fine,” Jayce manages, humiliatingly breathy, and he makes a startled noise when the Machine Herald strides even closer, when he encircles those huge, gauntleted hands around his waist. He looks down, feeling his toes curl when he sees how the Machine Herald’s hands wrap easily around him, metal fingers touching together. “Um,” he squeaks, finally looking up at him with huge eyes. “I can probably get home fine now that you’ve chased them off.” The Herald just hums dismissively, lifting Jayce easily into his arms. Jayce’s breath hitches at the ease in the way he moves Jayce’s body, Jayce unable to break free even if he wanted to.
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 predators like these forget the strength of a prey animal. A stag can kill a wolf with a well-aimed kick to the head.
“Oh, for a Piltie, huh,” Jayce says, swallowing hard when Viktor just gives him an amused look, those eyes of his half-lidded and sharp. “Mm. For a Piltie. Don’t fret, Jayce. You’re still my favorite.” Jayce swallows again at that, trying hard to control his full-body shiver.
Heimerdinger seems taken aback, and maybe Jayce came on a little too strong but he doesn’t care anymore. He’s sick of how slow bureaucracy is, wishes he could just sweep his hand over the issues and wipe them away. He wishes Heimerdinger wasn’t stuck in his fear of magic and mages, of anything unknown, wasn’t so concerned with maintaining the status quo that he started two hundred years ago.
Jayce winces. “Yeah, I’m sorry. The doctor said I can start going back to light work, so I can attend meetings again.” Mel nods. “That would be helpful.” She pauses, then adds delicately. “Heimerdinger is beginning to make noise about the Machine Herald.”
A picture of a calico cat with very big light blue eyes. She has white fur with spots of marbled soft browns, grays, and oranges. She has little moles on her salmon pink nose and an orange collar+bell
'I cannot promise to come to Minas Tirith with you,' said Aragorn. He reached out his hand, and laid it upon Boromir's shoulder, and felt Boromir shudder at the touch. 'Is that all that you would beg of me? Is there nothing else?' 'Have you not had your fill of my begging?' said Boromir shakily, with as much scorn as he could muster. 'Let me go. It is over.' 'Now he wishes to rise,' said Aragorn. 'Boromir! I am not made of stone. I am not the carven image of a lord of Númenor in years gone by. I am a man, and you move me. I say again: is there nothing else you desire of me?' 'I profane the fealty I have offered.' Boromir's voice was stiff. His hands were tight at his sides. 'If you profane your fealty, I profane my lordship,' said Aragorn. Boromir's eyes snapped up to meet his at that remark, and there was a flicker of hope, quickly suppressed, in their depths. 'I would not deny you this. Ask. Entreat me.' 'Your sight is keen,' said Boromir hoarsely. 'You have seen my wound. I cannot ask you to heal it.'
a black and white doodle of some lines that depict eomer from lord of the rings. he is topless and showing off his muscles as he crosses his arms. His long hair is braided and draped down his back as he looks slightly annoyed. there is text to the side that says ‘Hewwo mister third marshal of the riddermark 😏’
A chibi doodle depicting Machine Herald Viktor with Jayce Giopara. Viktor is holding up a little cake with a candle and looking content at it while Jayce has his arms wrapped around his shoulders and is leaning in for a kiss. Jayce’s leg is popped up in a whimsical manner.
Line work for a doodle of Jayce and Viktor holding each other in the middle of having sex. They’re topless and laying on some furs. They have their foreheads pressed together and are both grinning. Jayce is smiling elatedly and Viktor’s grin is slightly shy. They are holding hands and have matching braids in their hair
Anyway. Fuck those Piltovian men.
Cruelty does not become Viktor and never has— except in these situations. He thinks his partner has picked on the fact that Jayce enjoys seeing him opening up enough to be a tiny bit cruel. It’s not like Jayce thought that Viktor was incapable of this quality, but he took pains never to show it, and never to resort to it, be it out of kindness or civility. So he is now thrilled to be allowed to bear witness to it. It speaks to a kind of trust that they didn’t have before.
“You’re lying,” he says, simply. “Try again.” Viktor’s eyes flick up and down along the line of Jayce’s body. When they lift again, they’re two shades darker. “Yes.” Jayce steps closer, heart hammering. “On the workbench?” “Yes,” he breathes.
Is it possible to love something and be afraid of loving it at the same time? Jayce thinks there must be something broken inside him, because at this point in his life he can’t help but believe it’s not just possible, but required.
“If— that man thought that could be dangerous for me, he would have told you.” He’s me, after all, he catches himself thinking, then cringes so hard he tastes blood in his mouth.
Wanting is agony, wanting weakens Viktor in ways the grey could not— being perceived in the throes of desire is as devastating as it ever was. And yet, surrendering to it isn’t so cruel when the person that sees you prostrate in supplication doesn’t look down at you, because it finds them kneeling as well. When what you want most in the world stares back with blown pupils and a tooth-gaped smile and laughs, as if saying, I thought you’d never ask.
It feels like they’re dancing around each other. Which is unfortunate, because it’s been proven that they do not have the coordination, the balance, or the dignity, for their dance to look like anything but a flailing of limbs. Whatever they are together has always felt more like inevitable momentum— head-first, logic-second, gravity itself setting the tempo. Jayce now feels like an overcharged exoskeleton after a surge of power, crumpled in a heap of metal at Viktor’s feet, disassembled and open to the wiring. Viktor can put him back together, can he not? There’s no one else in the world he’d trust as much. He wants to put all his pieces in Viktor’s hands, and reassemble himself in whatever way he needs.
Had he ever noticed how human Viktor’s tongue still looked? How pink, and wet, and hot? It’s the one part of his new body they haven’t studied yet. Well. One of the last ones.
“I’m going to be honest: I don’t know enough about birds to disprove that,” Jayce says, shrugging. “Maybe they just float because they’re magic.”
Again: Fuck.