#bbno$ jayvik

[almondcroissantsandink]

i tried really hard to bob and weave but unfortunately i am not immune to both @bbnotumbl and the arcane acting au going around

[bbnotumbl]

[gretasartt]

some bbno$ vik doodles cause i don’t have time for much else rn but i had to get this out of my system

[kyomi-vanilla-blog]

more of these two ofc from that *one* stream<3

[hexffection]

bbno$ and willneff...

[pitifulwolves]

Finally got around to making my own take on that one bbno$ Jayvik photo

[slasher-art]

Jayce loves his big monster wife so much. 🥺💕💖

[justtuggi]

Jayvik Nation It's time for the glorious evolution

@bbnotumbl

[jaybejaybenotsstuff]

These pictures are killing me o_0

I do arcane themed commissions on Ko-fi now! Click here to see :)

[tampire]

@bbnotumbl in the It Boy Music Video / Jayvik Stream with Will Neff

[lola-damas]

I had to make fanarts of the bibinos i mean bbno$ jayvik stream because i litteraly can't stop thinking about it

So here's an actor AU viktor and little jayvik sketches 💁

@bbnotumbl

[carrion-corvus]

In honor of @bbnotumbl arriving to this godawful site here is my contribution of jayvik stream content

[bbnotumbl]

jayvik cosplay part four

[hy6erion]

I have an idea for a bbno$ one shot ! maybe reader could be meeting him during a game convention or a music festival being a bit oblivious about who he his and just hanging out with him at an after party where they can get closer 😉

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐁𝐛𝐧𝐨$ (𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭- 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.

The convention floor buzzed with life—neon lights flickering, game soundtracks overlapping in a chaotic symphony and bursts of laughter from groups crowded around different booths. The air smelled like a mix of energy drinks, popcorn, and the faint whiff of sweat from people who had probably been in the same spot grinding out a game demo for hours.

You navigated through the crowd, adjusting the strap of your bag, which was already stuffed with free merch and an unnecessary number of stickers you’d impulsively picked up. It was your first time at this gaming convention, and while you’d planned to check out a few panels, the main goal was just to soak in the atmosphere. The venue was massive, and you’d already gotten lost twice trying to find the indie game showcase area.

That’s when you nearly walked straight into someone.

“Oh—my bad,” you said, stepping back quickly before you could full-on crash into them.

“No worries, I wasn’t looking either.”

The guy in front of you grinned easily, adjusting the round sunglasses perched on his nose—indoors, for some reason. His outfit—a loose-fitting graphic tee, baggy pants, sneakers that looked both expensive and effortlessly cool—gave off an effortlessly stylish but laid-back vibe. He had the air of someone who either belonged here or was too famous to care.

You went to step around him, expecting the usual awkward shuffle when two people try to pass each other at the same time, but he mirrored your movement. You both paused.

“Alright,” he mused, tilting his head with a smirk, “we can do this the easy way or the fun way.”

You let out a short laugh, stepping aside again. “Let’s go with easy. I get the feeling you’d win if we started dancing.”

“You never know,” he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “You here for the whole weekend?”

There was something about the way he casually started a conversation—like he half-expected you to recognize him. He did seem familiar, but you couldn’t quite place him. Maybe a streamer? A YouTuber? Someone who had one of those faces that made you second-guess yourself?

“Yeah, first time here. Figured I’d check it out.”

“Good choice,” he said, nodding like you’d just made a life-altering decision. “I’ve been to a few of these, but this one’s got solid energy. You play?”

“A little. More casual, though.”

“Same,” he admitted, then leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “Terrible at competitive stuff, but I like pretending I know what I’m doing.”

That made you laugh. “That’s half the fun.”

He grinned. “Exactly.”

Somehow, the conversation didn’t stop there. Instead of walking off in different directions, you ended up drifting through the convention together, bouncing from booth to booth. You competed in a chaotic rhythm game that neither of you were particularly good at, browsed through an artist alley where he playfully tried to convince you to buy the most ridiculous prints, and stopped for overpriced snacks.

“Alright, serious question,” he said, tapping his fingers against the table while you both waited for your drinks. “If you could only play one game for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Oh, that’s evil,” you groaned, pretending to think hard about it. “Probably something open-world. I need options.”

“Solid choice,” he said, nodding approvingly. “I respect that. Now, if you say something cursed like Flappy Bird, we’re gonna have to fight.”

You snorted. “I feel like you’ve got some deep, unresolved trauma with Flappy Bird.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he said dramatically, shaking his head.

The conversation was effortless, laced with teasing and playful banter. It was easy, and despite how chaotic the convention was, you barely noticed time passing.

When evening rolled around, he glanced at his phone and then at you. “There’s an after-party happening nearby. You should come.”

You hesitated. “I don’t know… I don’t really know anyone here.”

“Well, now you know me,” he said simply, flashing a charming grin. “And I’m excellent company.”

You eyed him. “Bold claim.”

“Not a claim,” he shot back. “A fact.”

Something about the way he said it—so effortlessly confident—made you cave.

—

The after-party was at a sleek lounge not far from the convention center. Despite the upscale setting, the atmosphere was relaxed, neon lights washing everything in soft blues and purples. A DJ was already spinning a set, a few people dancing in the middle of the floor while others gathered in booths and along the bar.

Alex had introduced you to a few people—some industry folks, a couple of musicians, even a streamer you vaguely recognized—but he never strayed too far from your side.

At some point, the two of you ended up outside on the balcony, leaning against the railing. The night air was cooler out here, crisp and refreshing against your skin. Below, the city stretched out, lights flickering in the distance.

“Alright,” you said, crossing your arms with a teasing look. “You seem way too comfortable in a setting like this. Either you’re a social butterfly, or you’ve got a secret identity.”

He smirked. “What, you think I’m a spy?”

“I don’t know, Alex,” you mused playfully. “You’ve got the sunglasses. That’s suspicious behavior.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I do music.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like… producing?”

“No. Rapping.” He watched your reaction closely.

You blinked. “Wait, for real?”

“You really don’t know who I am, huh?”

You shrugged. “Should I?”

Instead of looking annoyed, he grinned wider. “Damn. That’s kind of refreshing.”

“Now you’re making me feel bad,” you said, laughing. “Like, should I be googling you right now?”

“Only if you wanna ruin the mystery,” he teased, taking a slow sip of his drink. “But nah, I like this. You’re not treating me any different. Usually, people either try too hard or get weird about it.”

You considered that for a moment before smirking. “I mean, I can start acting weird if you want.”

“Oh? What would that look like?”

You dramatically widened your eyes. “Oh my god. Alex. I can’t believe it’s you.” You grabbed his arm. “I need a selfie. Autograph my forehead. Oh my god, I’m literally shaking.”

He cracked up, tilting his head at you. “Okay, that was alarmingly good. Kinda scary.”

“I try.” You took a sip of your drink, meeting his gaze over the rim of the glass. “But in all seriousness, you’re fun to be around. Even if you’re secretly famous.”

He shot you a finger gun. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The conversation stretched on, the playful flirting escalating. At one point, he leaned in a little closer, voice lower, smoother.

“You know,” he mused, tilting his head, “I might need to kidnap you for all my future events. You’re making this way too fun.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “And what’s in it for me?”

He smirked. “Well, obviously, you get my stellar company. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime deal, you know.”

You laughed. “Wow. So generous.”

“Exactly,” he said, nudging you lightly. “So what do you say? Stick around a little longer? I feel like I haven’t properly impressed you yet.”

You met his gaze, considering it for a moment before smirking. “Alright, Alex. Let’s see what else you got.”

And just like that, the night was far from over.

[derrydeer]

got my dad to watch arcane with me this weekend while i was home from college, and decided to tell him about bbno$ being called into the principals office by riot, and he had very insightful thoughts:

old man got off a good one. i didn’t know he was hip like that.

upon further conversation, he treated me with this as well:

following that i introduced him to the idea of the hexstrap, which he was not as pleased by

[jingyi-ma-boi]

Bbno$ is a marketing genius. Idc if he doesn’t even ship Jayvik, tho I think that he honestly does, and he was simply smart enough to seize the opportunity while interacting with the fandom in a meaningful way. Not to talk about the huge social impact of having two supposedly cishet men so passionately involved in gay shipping when these men had a pre-existing following consisting of other cishet men.

This is to say, I’m impressed by the way this man has grown his following exponentially in just a few weeks by being annoyingly intense about a pair of fictional gays. And now, he’s got half of the Jayvik shippers thirsting for him.

Well played, bebenos. Well played