Something I find neat about Silco and Jinx is how Jinx was made in fire
While Silco was made in water
And this reflects very clearly into their personalities.
Silco's calm, powerful, and adaptable.
On the surface it's calm blue waters but underneath he's the current that guides the ship that is the under city.
And trying to cross him is like going against a hurricane. You can try to fight a force of nature, but really the only result will be drowning.
Meanwhile, Jinx is loud, explosive, and chaotic.
She has a creative spark that she channels through her weapons and art, and all of it is unabashedly bright with explosions and neon colors.
Emotionally she fluctuates and grabs onto any fuel that comes her way. One moment she's a candle and the next she's a wildfire and you can never predict which one you will get.
But then the show runners swap the roles with visual design.
Silco's got a red and gold color motif, a scar that looks like a burn, and an orange eye.
Jinx has long blue hair and tattoos that look almost like waves.
Silco's water, but looks like fire, and Jinx is fire, but looks like water.
why are people against being on the floor it’s good
im sorry but writing enemies to lovers on ao3 is so fucking funny. one of them will go a whole paragraph saying how much they hate, absolutely despise, have genuine burning contempt for the other and we’re all here knowing damn well that enemies to lovers tag is just sat there. like we already know what’s coming bro you’re just embarrassing yourself
Sean O'Connell still has the best weigh-in stare downs
I have been making inky all day, and I haven't blotted yet. Have I been a good little nib for my calligradaddy?
I think you have the wrong blog.I just share calligraphy. ✒
The skin of your hands are just mittens for your finger bones
give me a nice* fact
I’m gonna make some heelys out of the skin of my enemies and call them Necrofeelys
I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.
Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell
the thing about carrying tension in your jaw is that once you've started it's really fucking hard to stop
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
Happy Birthday to my fellow LGBTs
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