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the shifting scales mood boards

so here's the first look at the shifting scales, an undercity gang/mafia-esque group! i have character profiles in the works, and maybe character designs? i also have a playlist for them, so let me know if you guys would want to see anything of them! you can probably guess some of their names from these, but leave your guesses!

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7mih viktor fic done and posted! i kinda just sat down and locked in and wrote it while watching pacific rim so that's how i got it done so fast ig but longer viktor fic coming soon!

xo, kai

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7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN : VITKOR X M!READER

synopsis : it's jayce's birthday, and somehow, you and viktor get shoved into a cramped, dark closet, and you're supposed to do what..?

warnings / tw : no tws except for how i didn't proofread this at all, save for grammarly ig

pairing : viktor x male reader | m/m

author's notes : hi so turns out i get carried away really easily and it's not actually that short but that's a good thing... right? but there is a longer viktor one coming soon i promise!! anyways happy reading and good day/night! xo, kai

You, Viktor, and a bunch of your friends are at Jayce’s birthday party. You're all drunk, having played a lot of drinking games, and you're all pumped with adrenaline.

Your head’s gonna hurt a lot tomorrow, but that’s a problem for future you. Right now, Viktor is being pushed into a closet with you, playing 7 Minutes in Heaven.

"Alrighty, get in there!" Jayce and Sky shove you and Viktor into the closet.

“Man, but it’s dark in there...” you whine.

“I don’t care, you’re going in and you’re gonna like it.” they shove you into the closet, the door shutting behind you, shrouding you and Viktor in darkness.

"So... hi?" you rock back and forth on your heels. You try to force yourself back on the wall, trying not to press up against him, but failing miserably.

"Eh.. hello. So, we are supposed to do... what?" Viktor queries. You can't see him, but you can feel the heat radiating off his face. You can't totally tell if it's from the alcohol or the proximity, but it's probably a mix of both.

"Well, we're technically supposed to make out or something like that, but we can just chat for seven minutes if you wan–" you explain, at least you try to before being so rudely interrupted.

"No, I want to make out." Viktor interrupts you, and you freeze. Your face turns bright red, and even though it's dark, your eyes adjust and he can feel your face get hot.

"W-what?" Your voice cracks, and you hit your chest and cough into your elbow. "I mean, sure, if you want to I'll totally make out with you if you want, I'd love to, it's not like I've been thinking about kissing you for the last two years–" you start to ramble. You found out not very long ago that when you're drunk, you ramble. A lot. But lucky you, Viktor likes interrupting you. And this time, it feels a lot better.

Viktor's lips crash into yours, a wave of relief washing over you like the tides. His cane clatters to the ground and his hands snake into your hair and around your waist, and your movements mimic his. You push yourself flush against him, a stark contrast to earlier. He groans into your mouth as you drive against him, letting you support him as his cane sits on the ground, a fly on the wall.

You lose track of time easily, and at that point, his knees are jelly. Your knee sits in between his, and he's practically sitting on it to keep himself standing. You're this close to tearing his clothes off when the door handle clicks and the door opens, the light spilling into the closet like liquid. You pull away from Viktor, and you both shade your eyes from the light with your hand. Jayce stands in the doorway, peeking in.

"Hey, loveb– oh my gods, you guys are all over each other. Vik, you look..." Jayce gawks.

"S-shut up, Jayce." Viktor retaliates, though not very effectively. You pry yourselves away from each other, and you pick up Viktor's cane and hand it to him as he smoothes his hair down. "Thank you."

You nod as Jayce steps aside to let you and Viktor out. He sits down on the couch, and you sit down on the floor, leaning back on the couch as Caitlyn and Vi are shoved in to replace you and Viktor. You look back up at Viktor, and you motion for him to come closer. He leans down to you.

"You'd better finish what you started. Yours or mine?"

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thx to bbno$ for the photo ref …

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the people have spoken so imma just do a short 7mih fic cuz i have another longer one in the works (oh my god guys 😭)

xo, kai

do you guys want a spin the bottle or 7 min in heaven with viktor (short?) fic

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jayvik nation rise up

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so i've essentially created a zaunite gang and i'm starting to put together character profiles for them would you guys want a fic with them maybe with jayce and viktor too??

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they keep adopting strays it’s become a problem

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do you guys want a spin the bottle or 7 min in heaven with viktor (short?) fic

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Eris, my beloved 🧎‍♀️

I see people redraw that one scene from Blade Runner 2049, but I feel like this kinda works too

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Added the promised second part y’all!

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JAYCE FIC NUMBER 2 FINISHED NOW ONTO VIKTOR FIC <33

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YOUR KIDS WOULD BE BEAUTIFUL : JAYCE TALIS X M!READER

synopsis : you're meeting jayce's mom, ximena for the first time. you and ximena bond while making dinner, and as you all sit down to eat, ximena inquires about.. the future.

warnings / tw : talks abt having kids , i don't know which flavor of latino he is so now he's mexican cuz yes , i didn't put much thoughts into how children worked cause obviously adoption but they wouldn't look alike anyway don't think about it too much , really short cause i was sick , jayce is such a baby i love him sm , grammarly is my beta

pairing : jayce x male reader | m/m

author's notes : i don't think about jayce all that much cuz vik is my pookie, but it's kinda refreshing writing jayce scenarios. sorry i got sick in the middle of writing this, that's why it's really short.. also, i'm not latino all i have is 5 years of spanish so i apologize if anything i wrote is offensive or something 😭

Jayce talks very highly of his mom. They're very close, especially having that experience in the snowstorm. Jayce loves his mom, she's basically his best friend, and maybe tied with Viktor.

You and Jayce stand in front of their door, Jayce's hand on your waist and your hand hesitantly raised to the knocker.

"I know it's cliché or whatever, but what if she doesn't like me..?" You look up at him, and he smiles back at you, with his adorable frickin tooth gap.

"I promise, querido, she's going to love you, maybe as much as I do," he replies. You take a deep breath and nod. You take the knocker and let it drop on the door several times. The door swings open almost immediately as if she were waiting at the door for you two.

"Cariño! Hello, hello! Come in, please." She shakes your hand before pulling you and Jayce into a hug.

Jayce sits down at the table as you and Ximena dance around the kitchen, working your magic with a startling amount of chemistry.

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About half an hour later, you all sit at the table, spread with plates and bowls of heavenly-smelling foods─ tamales, pozole, and other traditional foods. As you all eat, you chat idly about Jayce's childhood, and Ximena shows you photos of him as a baby.

"He was so cute as a child. Not to say he isn't now." She laughs. You turn to him and flash him a smile.

"Yeah, he is." Jayce playfully swats your arm and Ximena grins.

"On the topic of children.." She adds, and you and Jayce freeze, startled. "You two would have such beautiful children if that was possible. But either way, adoption is one of the most wonderful deeds someone can do for a child who's lost their parents." She continues. Jayce buries his face in his hands, turning beet red. You turn a similar shade of pink, looking in between him and Ximena.

"Uhm, it isn't really something we've talked.. or thought about. But it's always a possibility." A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, and you look up at Jayce. He peeks at you through his fingers before lowering his hands to reveal his bright red face, his adorable toothy smile, and his tooth gap that always makes you giggle. You admire him, he takes care of you and Ximena so well. He would be an amazing dad.

"Yeah, maybe kids would be nice."

sorry this one was so short, i got sick and didn’t want to write something that just sounded dogshit so i tried to just tie it off before i went cuckoo, anyways hope you enjoyed! xo, kai <3

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a jayce without a viktor, a viktor without a jayce. a comic about two failstates in the post-canon of s2. here’s 4/8 pages. i’ll be back with the other 4 :)

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chat im locking in and finishing a fic

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a familiar face

(i'll be selling prints of this at megacon london this weekend! do drop by table Z3 if you're around)