#Jinco

[marutchi]

[bombasticshark]

WIP

[lachatalovematcha]

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.森の中を静かに歩く ⭐️🍎 ＯＨ ＮＯ ！⭐️🍎 3つ の目を持つ蝶 ⭐️🍎明るい笑顔の花 ⭐️🍎風がヒューヒューと鳴.る⭐️🍎 途中にある恐ろしい頭蓋骨⭐️🍎 そして巨大な偽の床⭐️🍎

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[plushieforts]

A little bombshark for the soul 💣 🦈 !!

[damadisangue]

A paper doll; an ashtray decorated in neon pink and green.  The shell of a shark bomb, a slightly squashed cake filled with bitter cocoa stolen directly from Whoopie Cakes in Piltover. There had always been a gift for him on Valentine's Day - the innocence of a child that had then changed into the shy interest of a teenager and the most visceral desire of an almost adult. Silco had kept all those gifts with the religious devotion of an acolyte kneeling before his god, tangible signs of Jinx's affection - a gift, a regalia that had drawn rare smiles from him and warmed his thoughts. He watches her hum a tune under her breath, her head swaying to an invisible rhythm and in her fingers a brush with which she is drawing the eyes of her new creation.

A gift for you, Silly.

Silco watches her, sucking in a breath of smoke - nineteen years old and Death trying to take her away like the coward she was.

Never.

Jinx holds up a piece of metal shaped like a snake, smiling until the grimace takes over her entire face, lighting up the room and darkening the sky. Silco watches her from the dim light of his office, the smoke rising in small gray and white curls - in Jinx's new pink iris a flicker of guilt that makes him feel both powerful and weak. The realization,

Happy Valentine's Day, Silly.

crushes him. 

Stunning art from the lovely @madbedlam

[leekandpotatosoop]

crazy how one happy piece of timebomb art can set me off.

(isha was in it)

[southsidestory]

~ Excerpt from Chapter 4 ~

Fire everywhere, crackling and crawling red over Powder’s body. Burning, swallowing, eating her alive just like the flames did Mylo and Claggor. She could see them in the distance, nothing left but ashen, smoking husks; she could hear them too, screaming for her to take it back.

I only wanted to help! she cried, but the fire didn’t care as it crept up her raw limbs.

She couldn’t stand the pain, the heat, the suffocating smoke. Grey ghosts that curled inside her lungs, strangling her from within.

I only wanted to help!

The fire receded, but Vi’s punch hurt worse than burning.

Because you’re a jinx! Do you hear me?

“Jinx!”

Mylo was right!

Vi kept shaking her, kept calling her a jinx.

“I’m not a jinx,” Powder whimpered. ���I only wanted to help.”

“It’s all right. Just a dream, my lovely. You’re safe now.”

Silco, not Vi. It made no sense, how gentle his hands were on her, but she needed it. Kindness, patience, touch. He sat on the edge of the bed—the day bed in his studio, that’s where she was. He’d slept on the couch, but she must have woken him.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx said. “I didn’t mean to…”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. We all have nightmares.”

Silco stroked her cheek, the sore one that Vi had struck—except Vi hadn’t hit her in seven years, so this was all in her head.

Do you hear me?

“Are you real?” Jinx asked.

“Of course I am.”

That meant nothing. Any voice could say whatever it wanted to her. She needed something tangible, trustworthy.

She put her right hand over his heart and focused on its furious rhythm. The feeling of blood pumping, the warmth of his skin, the reverberation of his heartbeat into her own body.

Jinx crawled into his lap and rested her head against his shoulder. “Hold me?”

~ Read from the beginning ~

[craneyanz]

[silcobrainrot]

Can guest commenter Kinglyknight on AO3 please step forward so I can hug you 😭😭😭 Your comment on Mistakes Like These has been ringing in my head for 20 hours and I keep getting all 🥺🫠

[slaughtergutz]

commission of @thecringeler 's adorable oc Jinco --with Davey! Arlong gets around

the boy does not know how to tangerine

[twistedappletree]

you say the word ‘forevermore’

that’s not what i’m looking for,

all i can commit to is maybe.

[mrsbombshark]

Jinx: What do you call it when people ship us together??

Silco: Jinx...

Jinx: Nah I was thinking Jilco? Jinco? Or Sinx? Silinx??

Silco: Stop...

Jinx: Bombshark sounds cute actually, what do you think?

Silco on his knees: Jinx, please stop, I'm begging you...

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Jinx is a shipper confirmed and her picking ship names for them makes Silco weak.

[bombasticshark]

Spoilers Act 3

... Is it too soon to make the joke that at least Jinx can now be with her old man?

[profesorlayton]

lev.el cinco por el culo te la. jinco

[lu4r-cel3st]

Hot take it: Dare I say I don’t fw sevinx or jinco or any of those weird ships yk because its just hella weird to me like dark shippers nd shit like that are a no for me

Like caibessas fine I see the vision and jaymelvik im mostly just talking about darkshippers nd shit like that

[damadisangue]

"Hate me." she whispers without conviction.  "Never, Jinx." he replies, quietly.  "Even if I'm unforgivable?" she asks, pulling away slightly and staring at him with one magnificent eye so bright pink it burns the entire room. Silco looks at her and Jinx is captured by the symmetry that now exists between their profiles - broken in equal measure, red and black.  He traces the space under her left eye with his thumb, the absence of the eyepatch showing him a dense network of whitish scars around the empty socket.  And it's guilt that Silco feels; a sour thread of bile and resentment - the urgent need to hurt whoever touched Jinx, making her feel like nothing. "There will never be anything to forgive between us, Jinx." he tells her, and there is a possessive quality to his voice - absolute.  Silco opens his fingers on the left side of Jinx's face, his index and middle fingers touching her eyebrow, her temple. Jinx follows his movements with her other eye, her mouth half-opening in a rapt, light expression.  "You are a curse." he murmurs, tilting her chin upwards.  Jinx inhales, following his hand - his words. "Mine, Jinx." he concludes, breathing in her smell - something chemical, probably left by disinfectants, and her, freesia and desire.  "Because there is a monster in each of us." she whispers, sketching a fierce smile - obsessive. Silco nods, a satisfied hum under his tongue, soft.  Jinx rises to her knees, twisting her legs around his waist.  "And sometimes monsters come out and do... things." she continues, releasing a thin laugh - strident.

Madness and desperation and need. 

and Jinx looks back at him, her right eye shining with tears and Shimmer. 

Pink threads along her cheek, in her heart - venom and blood.  "If you are unforgivable then so am I, Jinx." he says, shattering her breath - fears. 

Maybe more than you, my baby blue. 

Jinx kisses him and searches his body as always.