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I dug up my old arcane art. With deep meaning 🤌😤

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Arcane Art 🩵

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"I could say the same about you," 

A disapproving huff sounded from Jinx’s bunk. Classic Ekko. He was being a total copycat through and through. Why had he gone all twinkly-eyed about it? Like them both having their heads screwed on backwards was another pointless club he’d just gotten the great big idea for. Jinx wanted to stomp her heels into the ground until he finally got the message: this wasn’t good. None of it was! 

You’re confused. 

Well, so are you!

Great- so we’re both confused. Wanna hold hands?

If she’d rolled her eyes any harder, Jinx was certain she’d have caught a glimpse of her brain. A stubborn line set itself along her jaw as she glowered towards the ceiling, contemplating just how much patience she had for another game of Peacekeeper. She’d never really been much good at that one. 

"Well, it's your choice. I'm not here to make you do stuff you don't wanna do." 

Was he TRYING to annoy her?!

A reflexive growl slid through Jinx’s teeth before she had the chance to catch it. It was starting to get harder and harder to lay still as Ekko droned on- tediously dancing around whatever point he was trying to make. Whatever he was saying, it wasn’t quite enough for the discomfort of chewing on her lip to drown out. 

“Oh sure, you’d HATE to make me do stuff I don’t wanna do.” The dry retort tumbled out. She’d wanted to hold her tongue but Ekko made it so hard! Jinx couldn’t help herself. 

“I stay in here because it’s fun! I rub shoulders with Firelights because I like making a difference!” She pantomimed lazily, tossing an arm over the side of the bed before her theatrical delivery fizzled back into something weary.

“Y’know a lotta people would just…go along with it. What’s the alternative, right? Hand me over, win your juicy prize- game over for Jinx, eh?”

Jinx paused, lifting her head to measure the look on Ekko’s face for a moment. 

“But those are the people that care about ‘game over’.” She muttered, flopping back down. 

Really, being thrown to the wolves would make for an interesting change of pace. Even if it went to shit, so what? You couldn’t screw anything up if you were dead. 

"Instead of talking about what we already both know, then, are you gonna tell me whatever it is you do wanna be doing? Because you were on such a roll about your thoughts before - you might as well get it all out."

The voices who listened - the really good ones- they didn’t just walk out the door after you’d said your piece. Jinx slanted a distrustful look in Ekko’s direction. Did she look like someone who needed to sound off about her problems? Didn’t she look relaxed and decidedly over the whole situation? Why had Ekko come stomping back in, shaking the jar? Maybe he’d just come back for another beat-down. Yeesh. That was sad. Eh. They’d all been there before. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for him. 

There was a tense pause as Jinx battled the ugly fluttering in her chest. The silence bordered on painful as she held onto barbed words like the pin of a grenade before slowly exhaling. 

“I can’t…be here.” She managed, after a moment. 

Did that…make sense? She wasn’t even sure what words to use to make Ekko understand it. It was a feeling without a name. 

It was more productive than anger, than fighting, than gritting her teeth and trudging down to breakfast like a happy little prisoner. It was the meat of the issue- she was certain of it. The reason nothing Ekko said was going to feel right- the reason none of this would ever, truly, work. Even his stupid bug friends seemed to feel it. Hadn’t they been telling him too? 

Suddenly laying sprawled out felt kinda ridiculous. She felt weird. Like suddenly she’d put on all her clothes backwards, or just plain forgotten to wear them at all. In a blink, Jinx was upright again, turned just far enough from Ekko for the whole thing to feel less icky as she coiled her arms around herself and waited for an answer.

Charred Bridge

Ekko splashed some water on his face, and resignedly set about re-applying his face paint. Sunlight was filtering through his window now; he had to face the day and whatever came with it, whether he felt ready or not.

He hadn't slept. He'd spent hours unpicking what had happened. Repeating the memory in his mind over and over, analysing every freeze-frame in his memory, in an effort to glean some new detail he'd missed - as if the key to what to do next was buried somewhere, waiting to be gleaned from the right scrap of information.

Mostly it had felt a lot like going blindly in circles and clutching at empty air.

His friends had tried to help. Eve in particular had been surprisingly diplomatic and compassionate about the whole thing. There had been no "I told you so", or any pressure towards a certain specific decision, in spite of what he knew they were all thinking.

Is this it, then?

The redness was gone from his face now; there was no lasting physical mark, only a little residual tenderness. Just like last time, the real damage from the blow was in the resounding devastation of what it represented.

A lot of the violence Jinx committed was from a distance. Shooting, blowing things up. It was easy to be detached with that kind of distance. A slap was up close and extremely personal. It wasn't her style.

And yet she'd gone for precisely that with him twice now.

He now knew where she'd learned it from - and it made it sting so much worse, that she was trying to hurt him and push him away in the exact way Vi had hurt and rejected her.

I don’t wanna be rescued. I'm Jinx now.

You’re not my family. You’re not! You’re not -!

Ekko shut the glass cabinet above his sink with a little more force than was strictly necessary, and turned away from his reflection. He could fix up his hair and clean up his face to make it look like he hadn't been up all night over this shit, but the real armour he needed was calm, decisive action.

By the time he reached the stairs, that strange, seething feeling started up under his skin again. He felt twitchy, on edge, as he descended the steps on autopilot. He didn't know what he was heading back into. The quiet on the other side of the door told him nothing.

It took a moment to spot her (was not getting immediately attacked a positive sign or not?) But when he did, fhe sight of her triggered a strong gut reaction - a violent swooping sensation in his stomach with a sharp pang, not unlike missing a step on the way down the stairs and then getting impaled with a broken piece of the bannister while trying to regain his balance. A jolt of apprehension and hurt and bitter grief that he had to swallow down, down, down.

You get one shot at this. Make it count.

"...So, are you coming down for breakfast, or are you still feeling like an asshole?"

The query was dryly sardonic, his expression deliberately neutral and bordering on nonchalant. But his eyes were unflinching, shrewdly evaluating.

He made a point of folding his arms and leaning against the doorway, as if this was business as usual and there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. As if his heart wasn't absolutely hammering, as if he wasn't waiting to find out whether the childhood friend he'd worked so hard to reach for was about to drop another match and send his world up in smoke for a second time.

This was the only card he had left to play.

Either this would work, or it wouldn't.

Either she'd understand what he was trying to say, or she wouldn't.

Do I look like I'm running away?

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jinx doodle

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some Jinx fanart from 2021 and 2022

maybe its time to make a new one

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eyes are the window to the soul

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Nothing Ever Stays Dead

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Artist : Horned_artist on Instagram!!

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right as your marionettes cut their strings and run away 🎭

link to post on twt

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Jinx >:D

Finally I'm able to draw again

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My favoeite girlfail

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Arcane Season 2 - Silco & Jinx

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x02 - “Watch It All Burn” ↳ "You feel it? That... whoosh whoosh whoosh... buzzing behind your eyes? Because you know, in a moment, it could all.... poow!"