Jinx - Blog Posts

watch me print these out and put them everywhere 🏃🏽‍♀️

These cubes will 100% go on my shelves xd

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Accurate representation of arcane

(Part 2 of my other post)

More chaotic Soulsborne/Arcane snippets from my disaster of a dream

Steal their look 👗

Found this on pinterest, thought it related 💀

Leave my baby butch ass alone I just wanted to be like my dad 😭💀

Is hallucinating Caitlyn like hereditary or…

nothing ever stays dead

In honor of new arcane teaser dropping recently, here's a fan art I did in 2021 🌚

The fact that I've seen people saying that she's trying to 'Jinx' it....she is not ☠️ I don't think y'all understand how much Jinx loves her sister.

JINX BETTING ON VI

Rewatched it 7 times ouch ☠️

lil dump

oh also!!!! what do you think about the fact that Claggor likes to read fantasy novels?

I ADORED THE FACT THEY CARED TO REMEMBER HIM IN "JINX FIXES EVERYTHING." I think it also mentioned his favorite fantasy novel was "Sumprat Dreams" or something, but idk if that's Canon or not. Besides the point, we always see him and Vi gravitating towards books whenever they have the chance. I like to imagine in my little head that yearns for the Lanes Family to be happy again so whenever Vi wasn't available to read/tell Powder stories, it was Claggor who read them for her and let her ask as many questions as she wanted. He was just glad he could read his favorite book out loud and have his little sister engage in his interest :((( <<<333

• HAPPY HALLOWEEN! •

I'm finally back from my hiatus and recently have gone back I to my arcane hyperfixation, so I decided what batter way to come back than posting a Halloween piece with my favorite fellows along with my arcane OC (Xalas) in there? Hopefully, all you folk have a happy and safe Halloween, and whoever is going out trick or treating HAVE FUN!! (also, I just realized I misspelled Halloween God dammit 💀).

Random Drawing Urge (10)

i drew Jinx! And I have a problem. How does one render? Especially in Arcane style? I did my best but honestly it doesnt even come close however I still like all of them especially the 2nd and 3rd one. Theres something about it being messy fit her vibe so well and pleasant to the eyes. The final result is acceptable but i feel like its missing something.

Zzz

Thank you to reddit for the idea, I'm back to my roots, making shitty meme

Ekko brought the Jinx out in Powder for a second.

can you do a jinx nsfw headcannon?

you’re giving me a lot of freedom here, so i’ll use the nsfw head cannon alphabet 🤎

(tags/cw/tw: choking, mention of sadism, killing a blood, cum eating, exhibitionism/public sex, love bites, just some kinky shit man!!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

cuddle. bug. needs physical contact with you afterwards, something of hers needs to be touching you. she’s most likely one of those people who’ve never even heard the term ‘aftercare’ but does it unknowingly. expect to be attached to her for at LEAST a half hour after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

anything she can grab, honestly. thick girly? tits, ass, and tummy without a doubt. and if you aren’t, TRUST ME she will find something to grasp onto. in her words, she finds these parts of your body “fun to examine”.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she will swallow everything in sight. god knows why but if it comes from you, from there?? she wants all of it. it also doesn’t matter if she made you cum with her hands, her mouth, her pussy, her thighs, doesn’t matter. every single drop of you needs be licked up. deadass she’ll lick your cum off her face like it’s icing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

she will cum so fast to the smell of you. when you’re away or just not at home, god. she’ll hump your pillow while smelling something you’ve already worn that week. she’ll be so desperate to get off because she misses you… if it belongs to you she’ll try to get off with it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

nope. no actually experience. you’re basically the first and only person she’s taken a chance on romantically, everything she knows has come from experiences with you. but the way she goes into every experience with you??? enthusiastic, devouring you like she knows every part of your body and exactly what she wants to do with it???? you’d think she’s done it a million times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

depends on her mood (i’m feeding the switch!jinx believers). if she’s in a submissive mood, she’ll wanna be in any type of position where she can look up at you. she wants you to see the vulnerability and submission in your eyes. if she’s feeling more dominant you’re not gonna cum unless it’s in missionary. she wants to see exactly the effect she has on you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

okay guys our girl can be a little silly, we know this. giggles, jokes, and silly names almost the whole time (except for when she’s too fucked out to speak).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

jinx most likely does not give enough of a fuck to shave down there, i mean, who was ever gonna see it? until you came along. now she’ll try to shave at least once a month because she wants it to look pretty for you (me personally i’d tell her to keep it but THAT’S JUST ME!!)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she shows her affection in different and sometimes inexplicable ways. i think during sex, especially the climactic parts, she’ll grasp onto you because she just needs to feel you close. she’ll spit out praises at random intervals just telling you how much she loves you, needs you, how beautiful you look.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i said it earlier and i’ll say it again, jinx is a GRINDERRRR OO OO OO OO OO OOOOO. ocassionally she’ll finger herself to the thought of you, but for the most part she’s gonna grind her clit on anything that’ll give her enough friction.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

she has a kink she likes but refuses to really act out with you. she’ll secretly be a little bit of a sadist… BUT she can not bring herself to purposely hurt you for her pleasure. she may choke you or give you a light slap here or there.. but she will not go as far as she really wants to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

truthfully i don’t think she has a “favorite place” per say. if she really wants it she’ll take you anywhere. N E WHERE. but if i’ll say anything i’ll say she gets a little rush from doing it somewhere where someone could just walk by, like a dark alley or a little closet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

needless to say seeing you naked turns her on, that goes for most people; she has such a fixation on you so anything that allows her to see the figure of your body really. also also also when you match her energy!! wouldn’t say it turns her on but it makes her wanna pounce on you……. which usually leads to sex.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

she refuses to do anything that involves other people. threesomes are OFFFF the table!! because what in your rabbid ass mind would ever makes you think that she wants to share YOU with ANYONE else??

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she love love loves giving oral. don’t get me wrong she will never turn down getting head from you, but it’s something for her about being able to make you feel good and be able to taste you ugh!!!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this girl is off shimmer half the time, and she fucks like it. she’s so eager to get to you that she’ll end up going turbo speed as soon as she starts. if you’re leading you could probably make things go slow but she will try to rush you…

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

like i said if she wants you she’s gonna have you. more often than not sex is initiated at random times whenever she decides that she wants it. this most definitely leads to a lot of quickies when you’re out, middle of the night, and oddly enough after she just put her gun to good use.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

as far as kinks are concerned she’s down to experience with almost anything! almost. as far as risks are concerned.. i’ve said it a million times and i’ll say it a million more.. she will take you ANYWHERE. doesn’t matter if “there’s too many people around!” or “someone could hear us!”, better hold the moans then.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as much as she wants when she’s in control, all day all night and the next day. when you’re in control she can still go for quite a while but she might tap out a few times LMAO.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

guys. listen. that finger she made herself after caitlyn shot her finger off? she has a vibrating setting on it I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!!!!! that’s like the one toy she really has and uses aside from the dildo she stole from the brothel (unused of course don’t worry).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she wants to tease you… she truly does… and sometimes she can! but uh.. half the time she’s too eager herself to to actually tease you. she’ll wanna tease you, but when she sees just how bad you want her? all that goes out the window.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

moaner and a whiner. whenever she randomly pulls you somewhere for a quicky while you’re out she usually has to be the one pleasing you because that girl can not hold a moan to save her life. she will get loud, circumstances be damned. you usually have to cover her mouth because if it was up to her own ability everyone would know every second you two were fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

once fucked you and got blood everywhere, why? because she had just “dealt with” a group of guys at the last drop who had the audacity to fuck with you. poor bastards didn’t know who you belonged to or what their ignorance would cost. but after she was done she dragged you to the middle of the alley she did it in and took you right there. by the time you were done you were both covered in blood and fucked out. how sweet!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

pretty perky tits, and surprisingly smooth skin?? how does she do that?? the tattoos we see in the show are the only ones she has, and there’s also probably an army of hickeys she quite literally demanded you to give her. she wants to be reminded someone loves and takes ownership of her when she sees herself.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

okay so this one is a little….. idk confusing? because she’ll fuck you whenever she feels like it, i swear she has like a switch that turns on randomly that makes her horny for you. and truth be told we will never know who’s controlling it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like you always end up falling asleep before her. because after all is said and done she kinda just likes to stare at you. she’ll stay up for hours after just looking at you, examining you more accurately.

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i actually loved this so much omg… i knew i wanted to get back into writing and this just DID IT for me. keep the requests coming i love them!! i hope i did this request the way you wanted :)

taking requests!!!

i wanna start writing again, anddd to do this i wanna start taking requests!!

people i write for ->

arcane:

jinx

vi

caitlyn

mel

sevika

ambessa

tlou2:

ellie

abby

dina

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i’ll do sfw, nsfw, drabbles, oneshots, headcannons, etc etc, just ask!!

i’ll take requests for other things maybe, no promises but you don’t know if you don’t ask love.

jayvik au following the “the crow” (kind of)

content warning: violence!

where jayce and viktor are killed/assassinated in their apartment. it was a hit made by one of the chem barons in zaun to take down “the man of progress.” meant to throw piltover off balance (and eventually there will be a higher reveal that connects it to a certain higher power)

viktor was home when they first broke in, and he fought as much as he could, but it was ultimately four against one. so, jayce enters and nearly goes haywire at the scene he finds. but, this is season one jayce, and season one jayce has brute strength and not much experience with actually using it. so it’s a very messy crime scene. it’s awful.

but…HEAR ME OUT…viktor is resurrected (which makes the most sense because in the movie eric wasn’t the one the hit was on, and this way it would be the same). i feel like most people would make jayce the ‘chosen one’ (so to speak) but no. viktor digs himself out of the ground and goes on a vengeful killing spree in zaun. where he piques the interest of jinx and silco (who eventually befriend and help him). and then he eventually climbs his way higher and higher as the plot thickens.

one day guys…one day i’ll get to it </3

excellent point!

i think it was such an important statement that vi was so consistently one of the only people who decidedly held onto jinx’s humanity. even if jinx wouldn’t, vi refused to give up on her. and, i think some people forget that part a little too easily.

and this moment in specific, you’re so right, because that belief had been slipping. (and i find it insulting that people don’t remember HOW FAR jinx had to go for vi to try and stop her)

and you worded it so well, because i was also held up on how much the painting doesn’t actually look like jinx. a part of me thought it looked more like powder.

vi came out of stillwater with only powder still alive in her head. then, it was cait and piltover’s villainous version. and then, she had this moment to consider that maybe both versions of her sister were still there. was jinx a good person? no, she’s an answer to the impossible equation of war and trauma. was she a monster? never in violet’s eyes.

she has always been the smart girl striving to prove herself.

something so raw about siblings, is that you love them even if they’ve made awful mistakes. you still want to protect them, because they’re a part of you. but, how do you protect that urge when people are dead?

i LOVE their sisterly relationship. no matter how dirty and warped it is. i love that, no matter what, they truly had each other’s backs when it mattered. even if one was out of the loop, the other was still looking out for her.

why can’t i just have them in one universe where they’re both happy and pranking each other??? 😭 why must they be so doomed!!

i saw a post with this scene the other day. ⬆️

a lot of people had commented this and that about their depictions of vi being jealous and shocked that jinx was up there with vander instead of herself.

and (as a troubled eldest daughter myself) that broke my heart a bit. although, i think it is realistic for vi to have shown a moment of vulnerability with the audience and then be ripped to pieces by individuals declaring it resentment and selfishness. no shade.

personally, i latched onto that tiny moment where her face falls. the animation of such a flicker of something akin to disappointment is astonishing.

i do think she’s seeing the mural for what it’s lacking. because it is lacking her. but, i think it has more to do with the fact that jinx and vander are there, but she’s not with them. not even necessarily including the political context. just the fact that even a random painting on a random wall lacked her presence just as much as real life.

she should have been right next to her little sister, but she wasn’t. she had both lost that choice, and then made the wrong one.

i can’t help but wonder if the years of being an imprisoned child so incredibly scared that she’d never get another chance for see her sister flashed before her eyes.

i think that mural shackled her to the fact that her world had continued on without her. and she wasn’t needed around to make it function anymore.

vander and their parents’ deaths had instilled in her that her sole purpose was to keep the earth spinning and to keep jinx safe. but, in the end, jinx had adapted. vi hadn’t.

lol

sorry for ranting! i could be entirely wrong, don’t take this to heart. it’s just what i took in and reflected on, and i wanted to share my thoughts. i find it so strangely comforting to see an oldest daughter go through so many punches and such heavy emotional strain and still keep her head up.

she’s so imperfect and i love her.

i saw a post with this scene the other day. ⬆️

a lot of people had commented this and that about their depictions of vi being jealous and shocked that jinx was up there with vander instead of herself.

and (as a troubled eldest daughter myself) that broke my heart a bit. although, i think it is realistic for vi to have shown a moment of vulnerability with the audience and then be ripped to pieces by individuals declaring it resentment and selfishness. no shade.

personally, i latched onto that tiny moment where her face falls. the animation of such a flicker of something akin to disappointment is astonishing.

i do think she’s seeing the mural for what it’s lacking. because it is lacking her. but, i think it has more to do with the fact that jinx and vander are there, but she’s not with them. not even necessarily including the political context. just the fact that even a random painting on a random wall lacked her presence just as much as real life.

she should have been right next to her little sister, but she wasn’t. she had both lost that choice, and then made the wrong one.

i can’t help but wonder if the years of being an imprisoned child so incredibly scared that she’d never get another chance for see her sister flashed before her eyes.

i think that mural shackled her to the fact that her world had continued on without her. and she wasn’t needed around to make it function anymore.

vander and their parents’ deaths had instilled in her that her sole purpose was to keep the earth spinning and to keep jinx safe. but, in the end, jinx had adapted. vi hadn’t.

lol

sorry for ranting! i could be entirely wrong, don’t take this to heart. it’s just what i took in and reflected on, and i wanted to share my thoughts. i find it so strangely comforting to see an oldest daughter go through so many punches and such heavy emotional strain and still keep her head up.

she’s so imperfect and i love her.

only princesses allowed at tea party

make no mistake, I am well aware I am projecting onto both Ekko and Jinx like hell, I know...

and yet.

can't stop thinking about them.

like, imagine how he would cope with her loss. it's not that hard, there are some truly amazing fanfiction works that are exploring that topic, I am just offering you my spin, my musings that I keep leaving here instead of sitting down and writing my own fanfic.

how would he cope?

first, of course, comes the shock. just... an exhale, his chest caving in, hands trembling, tears ready to spill onto his cheeks —

and then - slam! — an imaginary metal wall drops down on him, cutting all feelings off, as if they are buzzing behind it, but Ekko can't access them anymore.

he needs to work. do something, solve something, save her someone, at least...

so he works.

there goes denial. there was no body, she may be alive, there was no body, so maybe she didn't suffer long when she died. he is fine, he is fine, he is fine, there is so much to do in Zaun, clearing out the streets, cleaning, burying, mourning, treating the injured, supporting others, overseeing the works, playing with kids, designing, inventing, building — he is freaking fine, there was no body found, so he's fine, he has no time to stop, he'll rest later, later because there's not anyone he can truly share the load with...

of course, they fucking took her from him.

of course, she fucking left. left Vi, left Sevika, damn her, left him.

she fucking left him.

alone.

to fend for himself — and everyone and everything else.

she stayed, she fought alongside him, she tinkered, ate, slept next to him — and still fucking left him!

alone!

again!

— so there comes anger

and makes everything even worse.

[tbc.]

it's so heartwarming to read fics where Ekko is all patient, level-headed, and painfully tender with Jinx.

makes me question whether I have finally turned cold, pessimistic, and heartless when I smile reading them, smile through the tears and think of how much work it would take for them both to allow themselves being soft again.

Jinx, who believes that she is a bad omen, killing and bringing misfortune to everyone she cares about and who cared about her.

and Ekko, the leader, the inspiration, the boy who became a savior before he became himself - always managing, strategizing, settling conflicts, always putting others first... because what good could ever come his way, he is a lost cause, he is damaged, he lost everyone and all that he's good for is to build and care for others so that they would never experience this - or, at least, experience it later.

for him, the world, Zaun, his people might have a chance, but Ekko... he turned himself into a tool and almost lost hope for his life, for dreaming, feeling, being soft, reckless how a teenager and a young adult are, and not as a rebel leader who sticks his hand into every trap for it not to harm his people.

how cautious it must have made him.

friendly and social, and ever cocky and confident on the outside, but closed off on the inside.

how much effort it must have taken him to really coexist with Jinx in the same space, caring for her - and for himself for the first time in years.

trying to believe and accept that this time she'd stay, that they can have good things together...

for all of that to blow up in his face.

all.

over.

again.

Ekko's entire story is loss, grit, dying-but-never-dead hope, and pain.

He loses his parents, his found family, his best friend, his aspirations, and life he might have wanted for himself, he loses people to Shimmer and Silco left and right,

he loses hope to get Powder back.

he tells everyone - and himself most of all, - how much Jinx is irredeemable and beyond saving, how she should be stopped, but he can never do it.

but why? why can't he ever let go of Powder?

oh, only because of what was and what could have been. all the dreams and nightmares of the past he has, all his daydreams that flood his brain whenever he's too exhausted to fend them off - they all include her (Powder, Jinx, doesn't matter, really).

only because she knew him inside and out one day. this bond that stretches across years, persists and festers for all it could have been but is not.

it's the only love that stayed from that glossed-over, barely remembered childhood - and even this love is warped, poisoned, stomped at,

always dying, never dead.

she is the only tether to his soft years. the only living proof it was real. she is his person, his... kismet, the worst blessing, the best enemy.

she stole what they could have had from him, she killed his friends, she tried to kill him - and somewhere deep down it never mattered.

and why would it?

Powder became a story. a symbol. just a dead girl who used to be his closest friend, the one he showed all his findings and inventions to, the one who knew all his secrets -

the one who left him. abandoned him. like he was nothing - when he felt in his bones: he was her person, too.

so Powder became a story, a memory, a wound, and stories never die, and memories fade, and wounds that are scratched open again and again, never heal.

if you resent and hold a grudge against someone, yet keep missing them as you remember them, as you could have known them and had them in your life - how can you let go? how can you forget?

replaying all the memories over and over, thinking what you could have done differently -

and he has to hurt his person. over and over, and over again. swing at her, hit her, plan to destroy her.

can you imagine the anguish? the pain? the powerlessness to change anything?

every time raising his fist means adding one more haunting memory to his cognitive dissonance. the girl he loved, the girl he misses, the rabid maniac with a gun who wears her face - lies, lies, he knows her inside and out still, and it is painful and hopeless, and he can't quit remembering, missing and daydreaming.

he hurts and hopes and loses, and loses, and loses - her and his life as it was with her in it.

he loses again.

but it's not about a girl, per se.

their love has always been life-affirming and full of joy and admiration first. romantic love came later.

it's about their life that crumbled in their palms.

fighting like playing, trying to kill only to have a chance to get closer because everything else is forbidden.

*

nothing is as haunting as a life never lived,

and a love never explored.

and they were both to each other.

they were trying so hard to pretend they didn't give up, pretend they are only adversaries, and only the bad blood ties them to each other.

they succeeded, but only just.

love never lived, life never shared. the closest soul turned enemy.

that is their tragedy.

if the only thing you can vividly remember about what love feels like is just that it hurts, you start welcoming pain. chasing it, even.

right, Jinx?

right, Ekko?

*

after she slaps him to get him away, or else she'd jinx him, she never really looks at him. sweeps her gaze across him like a paintbrush, taunts, cocks her head on one side, feigning contemplation, fires at him (or does she, really?), fights him, follows him, spies on him, yet never looks at him.

not really.

not until the bridge.

not until she's sure she is going to die and the acid of vulnerability will never eat away her flesh in front of him, exposing how much she wanted to go back, back, back to where his hands were warm and gentle, just as his eyes.

she knows that for one glorious, excruciating moment, he sees her through. all that longing, pain, guilt, and exhaustion.

of course, he sees her.

of course, she doesn't die after. she is Jinx, after all.

she hates herself Ekko for that.

*

after she slaps him, something fractures in him, and he sucks in a breath, feeling how jagged edges of his broken heart pierce his lungs. she doesn't need him. Powder died, she said it herself, and Ekko repeats to himself, "Powder's dead, Powder's dead, dead." he says it to everyone, to the Firelights, to Scar, to Vi, who got back from the dead.

he looks at her anyway. he looks for her anyway.

eyes blue and mad, braids like snakes, clouds shifting along with her muscles. it's only to anticipate her attacks, he says, clutching his weapon with a sweaty hand.

the chasm in his chest throbs, mocking him.

he fails every time.

every time, until the bridge.

he feels the skin on his face tug as he smirks, his head buzzes, as do his hands, his legs, his stupid heart, hurting, squeezing, somewhere far away from his consciousness, hidden under layers and layers of old scars.

he looks at her and readies himself to throw a final punch and to finally make Jinx disappear so that he can, after all these years, bury his best friend.

and then he sees her. and his heart tugs, and he can't breathe - why is she looking at him like Powder did? why would she do that to him? -

he lowers his fist. doesn't relax his stupid hand that wants to wipe off the blood under her nose. it hurts so familiar, it's almost good.

of course, she decides to die right away.

of course, she steals it from him. she is Jinx, after all.

he misses hates her more for that.

yep, still me, still hung up on the timebomb tragedy, especially Ekko's part of it.

they are both shattered by what happened in their lives, both incredibly hurt, but, as I see it...

just imagine it went like this:

where Jinx thinks she decides to become Jinx, embody that insane, dangerous, devil-may-care explosive persona - all of it just to try and keep herself from breaking completely; just to try and give back to Silco who she saw as a father, as someone who didn't get scared by her pain, rage and voices (all the while not being a particularly good influence on her), just to not be Powder, the weak one, the outcast one, the clingy one -

to finally own and channel the jinx she came to see herself as -

Jinx got to swim in all the darkness she had within herself, drown in it, and flood the Lanes with it, free, destructive, and openly poisonous.

Jinx. The insane one. The killer one. The Loose Cannon.

- and Ekko never allowed himself to do that. he choked on his pain, swallowed it, allowed it to seep into his very bones. endured. built. provided for his community. resisted, repressed, redirected all the evil he knew in himself.

he couldn't afford to break. no. too much to lose, nothing to lose, no one to really talk to about what is eating him alive.

because how do you talk about missing your childhood friend-turned maniac... and actually missing the maniac that wore the face of Powder? who do you talk to?

how can you explain, even to yourself, that the people around you are not enough and you are longing for a connection long severed?

how can you say to your community that relies on you that you are actually a horrible hypocritical person who hates everything and sometimes everyone? who has to spend hours reminding himself that Powder is gone and Jinx is a monster and needs to be dealt with?

who enjoys fighting her? (it is exhilarating and freeing, and being in her orbit makes it okay for him to be a little insane and cruel, too - no one will notice,

Jinx outshines everyone).

Ekko knows it about himself, and hates it about himself, and has to be strong, to atone for the treacherous thoughts of missing Jinx, and not Powder, and pay for it with even more work.

say nothing, show nothing,

they all rely on you, you cannot let them down.

you cannot let them know how corrupted you are,

Boy Saviour.

okay ive thought about it and now I can't avoid wanting to just sit down and write these two fanfics where Jinx just wants Ekko to look at her, and Ekko wants her to touch him

nothing explicit, sadly, because I am unable to write it

but yeah, they both yearn af, and neither of them likes it

gonna be a wild ride

every time I think about what Ekko must have gone through whenever he had to fight Jinx, I feel... unwell.

can you imagine having to raise your hand to strike the only one who remembers you during the softer times, the one you like to think is the real you, the one you can't seem to let go?

can you imagine what you have to rip out of yourself to do that and go on, and live with yourself afterwards? how you start seeing yourself after that?

excruciating.

we know some of Jinx's demons, but Ekko's shadow must have grown inward, suffocating him,

poisoning him before he got to really know himself.

and yet... love stayed.

timebomb dinosaurs :3