#Jinx fucking lured her in

[ultfreakme]

Oh I do not like that two of my ships right now has someone that's deeply oppressed on a systematic level in their story having to set aside their own morals and values for their extremely privileged lover who does not bother to truly understand their pain, often trying to make excuses for the oppressors.

[lambilegs]

ᯓ ᥫ᭡ SEVIKA x FEISTY!READER HEADCANONS (PT. 2)

contains: both reader and sevi being assholes, kinda toxic at times, mentions of sevi and reader visiting brothel (not actually, though, but mentioned sarcastically and vaguely), cursing

I could see something like her her getting your name being this little game between you two. at first, she's not interested in you, but then, during your first meeting, you spit something out at her, and she reels back, eyebrows arching up in what seems to be... admiration? she's frankly impressed at your quick comeback, and the fact that you even have the nerve to say it to her. that's the first thing that piques her curiosity.

she leans on the nearest wall, her eyes scanning you before asking, "what's your name?"

you scoff and say, "none of your business," before turning and walking away.

sevika's lips part in surprise as your form gets smaller. it's not like she's a huge flirt or anything like that. she's usually too busy running shit for silco and making sure jinx doesn't screw up. most of her free time is spent in rubbing her fingers against the soothing paper of a card desk as she plays poker. that, or drinking. intimacy is usually reserved for babette's, and while there are some praising words involved in that, it never really amounts to anything serious, nor any flirtation outside of those walls.

so, it's not like she's surprised that she didn't woo you or something, since frankly, it had been curiosity pushing the words from her mouth above all else. but, she is, on the other hand, once again shocked at just how much courage you have to bite at her like that.

when you guys are forced into proximity again, maybe being crushed together when a stall opens for fresh fruit you're both in need of, her eyes widen before softening into her usual stone hard expression.

"you gonna tell me your name now?"

"hm, let's see..." you tap a finger on your chin, and sevika nearly grits her teeth at the doe-eyed look of false pondering that overtakes your features.

"no," you finally say with a flat expression, turning back to the seller and placing your order.

she rolls her eyes, placing hers right after. as you both wait, side by side, she casts you a sidelong glance. "why exactly do you dislike me?" her voice is hard with the question. she knows tons of people have reasons to vehemently hate her and want her dead -- but, you're a complete stranger, so it's hard to precisely account for your disdain.

you practically squint at her, eyes flashing with incredulity. "you kidding me? you think I want to get mixed up with one of silco's henchmen?" your voice cracks into a heavy chuckle as your head shakes. "yeah, I'm content with my life being boring just as it is."

"so, that's all there is to it? you're too scared?" there's a sharp edge of condescension to her words, and she hopes it's enough to hook into you and lure you into the trap.

your lip twists in clear contempt, and sevika tries not to give into the urge to grin in success.

"yeah, I'm a pussy. great work."

she nearly fucking splutters at your reply, watching with wide, bulging eyes as you nod and give the stall owner an almost sickeningly sweet smile before grabbing the bag and leaving her with a playful curtesy that's nothing short of being completely drenched in mockery.

it might've been perfect exit on your end if it wasn't for the fact that right as you're pacing away, a name is suddenly called and your body goes whirling around in recognition. you seem to realize your mistake a beat just past the nick of time, your head darting to sevika, whose chest is practically swelling in pride and satisfaction. when your eyes narrow into a sharp glare, she tips her head in your direction as though she's the perfect gentleman.

you seem to know better, though, grumbling and marching to whoever called you in order to quietly scold them away. sevika can only watch from afar in completely amusement.

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not that she even gets your name right. your eyes slide to her menacingly as she, yet again, gets it wrong, drawling it out obnoxiously as she stares down at you with that shit-eating grin. you hate how it makes your stomach flip. it really shouldn't, considering she's behaving like an overgrown twelve year old boy.

she does it all the time, any opportunity she gets. when she calls out for you when you're out, she'll change at least one syllable or one letter of your name. when you and your friends hit the last drop, and you approach her, very apprehensively, to say hi, and some of the men surrounding her coo and ask after you, sevika pats your thigh and with crinkled eyes, boasts out a name that's decidedly wrong.

that, or she calls you by an annoying nickname, having settled on the fruit you bought at the market that one day, which results in many nonchalant slips of the word "lemon" from her mouth.

you know you shouldn't like her attention this much. but, it's hard not to. especially when the more time you spend around her, the more you figure out that she's not just some senseless brute working for silco. no, she's calm, she's levelled, she's more intelligent than people suspect her to be. just because she fights, and does it well, doesn't mean it's her immediate strategy to dealing with people. when guys at her gambling table make comments to prod and poke at her ego, almost as though she's a sleeping bear they want to watch roar to a brutal awakening, she simply smokes her cigar and simpers in clear amusement.

and you can't deny just how handsome she is. rough around every edge, paired with sharp, stern eyes that observe everything. you're convinced that's how she always catches sight of you in crowds.

part of you hopes it's because she's seeking out, but you'd die before admitting that to her.

something she, unfortunately, is probably able to detect, considering the first time you smile upon her approaching you, and she says, "someone missed me," you immediately scoff, spitting out, "oh, yeah, nearly as much as I miss a piltie."

she releases a low whistle. "wow, must've struck some nerve."

you smack her arm, something in you cracking at how steady and strong her bicep is under your fingers. "yeah, it's the same one you manage to get under every single time."

"at least I'm consistent."

"oh, nice, one redeeming factor."

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but, sevika never lets anyone but herself get your name wrong. hypocrite she is, just as you accuse her of being all the time, whenever someone else gets it wrong, she immediately corrects them, her voice cool and collected, all mirth drained from it. it's a tone that says she's not kidding this time, that she earnestly wants people to know your name. this automatic, instinctive defense of you occurs whether or not you're in the room.

oh, and if someone tries to fuck with you? maybe make a rude comment about you? yeah, no, she won't even blink twice before sending them a pointed look that leaves absolutely nothing up to questioning.

and if someone dares to proceed anyways, spluttering out, "but, you do it, sevika--" she cuts them off without hesitation, her voice unflinching and hard as she sharply says, "yeah, and that's me. doesn't mean I'm gonna let other people walk all over them."

the first time something like this happens in front of you, you wait until everyone leaves before saying with a chortle, "so, is this some kind of possessive thing? you're the only one allowed to bully me?"

"oh, yeah, that's exactly it," she dryly responds, shooting you a half-hearted glare. "I'm just so obsessed that I can't stand anyone else tormenting you." she ignores the part of her brain that itches with the hidden, tucked away knowledge that while her words aren't entirely accurate, they hold some truth. at least a little.

despite the sarcasm coating every syllable, your mouth turns up into an infuriating grin. "you know, it sure sounds like it when you put it like that."

"good to know that beneath being a bitch, you have a sense of humour."

"just as spectacular as knowing beneath being a musclehead dick, you have enough brains to manage lying to yourself."

an amused huff flies past her lips at your harsh words. from any stranger, she wouldn't give two shits hearing those words. from you, she only cares so little because she knows the words are said with no intention other than to get under her skin. the knowledge that you're just trying to bug her as much as she does you is directly what prevents your words from being effective. it's only more laughable when you get so clearly frustrated at her lack of reaction.

"so, you think I'm a musclehead?"

you grunt. "you're a lost cause is what you are."

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and you're convinced that every now and then, she ogles girls just to piss you off. she'll bump your shoulder as though you guys are fucking comrades, nodding to different figures and saying, "pretty, hm?" eyes honed in on your face as though she's a predator just waiting for her prize to make the wrong move.

sometimes, you manage your feelings, shooting a compliment right back about the girl in question, flashing her a tight-lipped smile. other times, there's no getting around the jealousy, and you snap at her, saying things like, "you're a complete pervert," or, "what are you, in heat?"

sometimes, she barks out a laugh. other times, she shoots back a smart quip of her own. and on the rarer occasion, she'll say something in her gravelly voice that's more steady, more gentle, like, "c'mon, what do you think I am? I'm here with you, aren't I?" (which, yes, infuriatingly gets your stomach fluttering)

it all started after you slipped up -- once. just once. that's all it took for her to find something you dislike, and latch onto it without wavering.

you couldn't help it that first time. you and her had been spending back-to-back days together due to silco sparing her from tasks that took her outside of zaun. so, you had slipped all too easily into the shared routine of meeting with her after work, and going to her apartment for shared meals, or at the very least, taking a walk around the block.

so, when the weekend reaches, and babette off-handedly mentions sevika visiting the night before, you nearly see red. maybe you just got used to being the only one she's been giving attention to this week, maybe you had gotten too in your head and had stupidly convinced yourself she actually wants you like that. maybe all her words had been buttered up with teasing playfulness rather than genuine romance and affection.

but, either way, it pisses you the fuck off. you know you two aren't official, nor even possess a romantic status or title, so jealousy shouldn't be making a home in your chest. but, you can't help it. the teasing remarks, the ceaseless banter, the occasional flirt -- you want to be the only one on the receiving end of that.

which is why when sevika is grumbling about her arm as she twists a screwdriver in, you feel justified in saying in the most snarky voice you can muster up, "awe, things got a bit too crazy at babette's last night?"

your tone is practically seething, bitterly cut in with faux concern, and sevika's eyes immediately raise to you, narrowed.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

you shrug, teeth clenched together. "well, I heard you paid the brothel a visit."

she snickers softly, shaking her head slowly. "you think babette would know to be more discreet."

you shrug. "she knows I can't do shit about your salacious little visits."

"except glare daggers into my head." almost as if to emphasize this, she tests out the blade component of her arm, your body jerking back in surprise as it shoots out with an egregiously scraping noise that sends your ears thrumming. "the only thing I can't figure out is why."

"why what?"

"why you're acting like me going to babette's is a bad thing. why you're acting as though I got someone waiting up for me at night who I have to return home to."

you bristle at this. you shouldn't have to be her official partner in order for her to have some respect for the flirtatious, and apparently now misleading, back-and-forth thing you guys have going on. "oh, yeah, trust me, all the singletons in zaun are lucky for that lack."

her mouth twitches, the corner of it quirking up. "well, if I'm that bad, then why are you making such a ruckus about babette's?"

"I'm not!" you snap, shoulders stiffening from the weight of the truth in the accusation. "I'm just asking about it!"

"what, so you can find a girl to go to?"

you can hear the sarcasm in her voice, and the irritation in you only flares up further. does she think that after today's revelation, you're going to be one-sidedly devoted to her or something? "maybe I will. why, who did you see last time?"

her smirk falters, softening at the tips. "no one. I went for intel. nothing else."

you look away, feeling your face run hot, burning and burning. fuck, ugh, how pathetic. "oh."

"yeah, 'oh.'"

you blink hard at your knees. okay, well, this took a sudden, abrupt turn you hadn't anticipated whatsoever.

after the humiliation thickens, seizing at your throat too tightly, your body prickling with the awareness of her gaze, you mumble, feebly, "okay, so, um... I should head home."

you just need to get out of here.

"you sure? was just about to pull out some tricks and tips you could use for your visit."

"yeah, yeah, go fuck yourself," you grumble, yanking your bag from where she had slung it on her shoulder when you guys had walked to the last drop.

she chuckles, her arm going slack to make it easier for your bag to slip off. "what a zinger. I'm impressed."

right as you turn to leave, she grabs your wrist. you nearly gasp at the feeling of her warm, dry palm planted against your skin. it makes you feel like something is sizzling right up your arm from the point of contact.

"you know..." she mutters, her broad thumb rubbing along your vein, right where your thumping pulse is.

you hold your breath, eyes wide with the anticipation that shoots through you. "what?"

"if you want..."

you release an exasperated puff of air, your patience waning. "yes?"

"mention my name at the front when you go, yeah? babette will you give you a discount."

you rip your hand from her grip, spluttering at the wide grin that splits her face open once her words finally settle on you. "god, I hate you."

"yeah, yeah, see you tomorrow," she tosses through her deep, rumbling laughter.

despite how badly you want to look back at her before leaving through the towering doors, you resist. you've exposed a bit too much today as is -- you're not exactly eager to bare more of yourself.

at least not today.

[shoyoist]

── 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 : VI.

content: 2.2k words ! fem reader, pit fighter!vi, fwb dynamic. sapphic content. part 2 to my series linked below! each chapter can be read as a standalone. top vi, edging, dirty talk, vi calls you 'princess', a little choking, one mention of hair pulling; fingering, cunnilingus, a bit of manhandling, some inner monologuing and angst. brief mention of past sex work. flashback to how they met.

SERIES MASTERLIST. part 1: home time.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you've been needing vi since you first laid eyes on her.

the first time you’d laid eyes on vi, she’d looked more wounded animal than woman to you. 

it was your first night at the pit. you sat a good distance away, clinking glasses with a couple of friends who all enjoyed watching brutes throw each other around way more than they should. when the renowned new regular stepped up for the next match, your friends had grunted, “oh here’s that bitch again. she makes these so boring.” “hmm? hey, i think her winning streak’s pretty hot.” “well, it’d be hotter if she played around with her prey a bit more.”

you weren’t really that interested, but the change in atmosphere was significant enough that you had to look up. through the fog of cigarette smoke and hookah fumes, you could see the fighting ring — illuminated brightly by a dozen, dazzling headlights.

and there vi was. she was walking the perimeter of the ring with a quick, light-footed pace like her hackles were raised, teeth bared and grit like she was going to use them to win.

with her back to you, you could see the complex patterns inked from her nape to the end of her spine, and when she raised her arms and braced for the signal to start, you saw how her muscles tensed and tightened. you weren’t able to look away till the fight was over and she was out of the ring — cold blue eyes holding no hint of pride in victory within them, busted nose dripping a stream of blood down her lip, flecks of red across her neck and on the swell of her breasts.

you started showing up again and again, after that.

vi interested you, and though you tried to remain nonchalant about it, you kept coming back to see her. watching her fight became a regular pastime to you. not even just a pastime. a sort of guilty pleasure. an obsession. you even stayed for the afterparty that followed the fights. you’d hang around with the other women who were there just to watch or to try themselves out on the dancefloor.

you eventually figured vi was here to fight just as much as she was here to make ends meet. in between watching her as she beat people bloody and swaying your hips for her to see, you mulled over the little information you had on her. you’d heard of all the stories of her, of course. one of the survivors of the clash between silco and vander. elder sister of the one and only jinx. was recently entangled with an enforcer, joined topside. betrayed all of zaun. bit the hand that had fed her all her life. got fucked over and thrown back into the pit. and here she was.

she fought with bare fists, hair and lips inked the same shade of black, some of it streaking her forehead with sweat, getting worse whenever she wiped her face. the skin over her muscles red with impact and pumping blood, her eyes full of a dead sort of rage. and she kept winning her fights. one after the other, she sent men to the ground. and she looked fucking good doing it.

you heard the other stories too. how she only fucked women. how she fucked them good.

and somehow, you started getting impatient. you wanted vi to notice you. you kept trying to figure something out. devise a way for you to stand out from the crowd; to really catch her eye.

but fuck, it was hard. like a wounded animal, vi seemed to be paralyzed by something that no longer existed. she fought, ate, drank, got lugged home by some fucker. she split her knuckles, spat blood, screamed. and she just didn’t fucking approach you. it was like she was trapped in a cycle. like you had to lure her out, with elaborately laid out traps. 

piece after piece of meat for the hungry, wounded and angry, dead-eyed beast.

you told your friends you just wanted a good fuck. you told them you wanted a feel of what she’s got. and it was true! there was nothing emotional here. you didn’t know vi, vi didn’t know you — and you didn’t particularly want someone who’d been lusting after a fucking piltie anyway. 

but that was what was nagging you. the thing that annoyed you more than anything was that a woman who’d gotten dumped by a topsider was somehow too far out of your reach. you felt you were better than that.

and as the weeks blurred, you started needing her to need you.

you didn’t consider yourself anything like a revolutionary. you weren’t a genius and you weren’t necessarily fueled by the desire to somehow avenge the undercity. 

but you’d gone through much. perhaps not stillwater, but you knew that it didn’t only take years in a stone box to drive a woman crazy. your own life full of fuck-overs and hardships had put a good pint of patriotism and dignity in you. and somehow, the fact that someone like vi who had arguably suffered so much worse than you had, was so enamoured by a topsider — an enforcer, of all topsiders — filled you with rage.

you saw vi as a powerful asset. not a herald or a beacon like jinx was, but something. something for zaun that was definitely not for piltover to craftily thieve away. there was a certain hint of betrayal that everyone tasted in their mouths when they looked at vi. it was strange to acknowledge how you felt — but you suppose you wanted to reclaim vi.

and as you watched vi fight, memorizing her moves, lost in the way she sucked spittle back through her teeth as she got up from the painted concrete, you saw her as what she really was. a weapon, carved out of zaunite stone with the loving hands of piltover’s cruelty.

she was gorgeous. a piltie could never see her the way you saw her. and you wanted her to see that.

your efforts are not without eventual success, though it was an arduous affair to get to that point. one night, after a barely-there win, vi finally makes her way to you at the end of the night.

“hey.”

you blink up at her, discreetly aware that your friends are fleeing their spots at the table you were sharing with them. “. . . yes?”

“mind if i sit here?” vi says, already pulling a chair out to take a seat right next to you. you’d raised a cracked cup of water to your lips, and you watched her from over the rim as she sits and rubs a bandaged palm at her chin, wiping blood off. she’s caked with sweat and grime, and her left eye is darkening with a bruise. she smells of beer already, and now that she’s up close to you, you catch the scent of cheap dye — something like ink or paint.

you can suddenly hear your pulse in your ears. oh. she's so hot.

“so, you here for the dancefloor or for me?” she breaks the momentary silence.

you don’t remember how the conversation went from there, really. all you remember is that eventually, vi had come back with you to your place. and you’d helped her clean up a bit — sudsy water and your last clean rag on her, half a roll of bandages for her split knuckles — before you were on each other.

vi pressed you to your sheets and ate you up like she was starved. 

your clothes are all off within minutes, pulled off by vi’s wandering hands. she’s stripped bare, too, only gauze and bandages covering her. her mouth searches you, your arms pinned to your sides by her unyielding grip on your wrists.

she kisses you up and down, sometimes soft and sometimes harsh, taking deep breath after breath of your skin into her lungs. she does this till you’re jittery, edging you till you’re so sensitive that you’re ready to explode. kissing, biting, nose nudging at your folds and tongue licking at your softer spots. covering you in inky kiss marks. rubbing it on your sheets.

you moan for her, whine her name, too embarrassed to just ask her to hurry the fuck up and make you cum — and you lay there and let her eat you up. you blush when she tells you how she knows you’ve been staring at her. you want to sink into your squeaky mattress and hide when she tells you you’ve got a lot of princess attitude, waiting so patiently till vi came up to you herself. 

“i’ve seen the way you look at me. y’ into me, princess?” she hisses into your chest, strong fingers wrapped around your throat. her other hand cupping your pussy, she slowly coaxes the air out of your lungs. gets you to beg for her before she slips her fingers in you.

this wasn't how you had planned for it to go. you'd wanted to do more. you had wanted to do the fucking. you wanted her to feel good at your hands.

you’re embarrassed by how easily she makes you fold, but she’s so hot. she's too fucking good at this. and she’s giving you exactly what you want. what’s a lonely, touch-starved bitch to do? “vi, fuck.”

“you’ve been wantin’ me for a while, huh?” she taps your cheek, one hand squeezing the plush of your right tit while the other toys with your cunt. “mhm,” you whimper. “weeks.” 

and the lidded look she gives you as she increases the pressure of her thumb on your clit is enough to make you see white.

that’s how it had started. a dance of nothing and nothing between you and vi. nothing as in, you didn’t know what it was, really. and nothing as in, you didn’t know what you wanted it to be.

your intention had been to claim vi for yourself. to show her that pretty things existed down here in zaun, too — that she should see how piltover has fucked her over. to convince her to stay down here where people were her family and places were her home. but as time went on, and as the number of entanglements between you and vi kept increasing, it started feeling more and more like vi had claimed you for herself instead.

vi was erratic. it would feel as if you were fixing her ��� like she was finally moving on from whatever had happened to her up there; then she would disappear for days. and she would come back battered, worse. sometimes she would sleep in your bed and it would make you happy, till she mutters a name alien to you in her sleep. “caitlyn. cait.”

and it makes you see red. you tell yourself you don’t love this woman. you tell yourself you just want her to forget that bullshit. you tell yourself this is your own little way of keeping your home and its people safely away from the ignorant, cruel toying of the luxurious topside. but as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months, you can’t deny yourself of it anymore.

vi makes you soft. she makes you want. 

sometimes she’s weak in your arms. sometimes, right after she’s done fucking you and done pulling your hair while you eat her out, she’ll be sighing into your chest, muscled arms wrapped around your waist as she sleeps on top of you. she makes you feel like you belong. like you have something here. which is fucking funny, because that’s how you want to make her feel. but you doubt you’re doing it successfully. you feel like the tables have been turned on you.

it’s fucking annoying.

you keep telling yourself that this won’t end well for you. you keep wondering if you should just ask vi to pay up. you remember clear as day, how you used to turn sex into a source of income. you remember how you made anything into a job. how you scavenged, leeched, fucked, killed, whatever — but that was when you needed money for a place to live in. when you needed food and water and clothes and a bed and you had nothing and no one and no means.

you just really hated the thought of being used. and you didn’t know what made you feel it worse — letting vi come and go like this for nothing, or to ask her to pay you like you’re someone up for hire.

“what do you think of me?” you ask vi, as the two of you lay together, mouths close enough to exchange breath. “i think you’re good, princess.” vi says, like it’s easy for her. “real good to me.” 

and somehow, that was good enough for you to keep going. you were good to her. became her pretty princess. her good girl. her distraction, her safe place, her home. whenever she wanted it, you laid her head on your chest and lulled her into a dreamless sleep with the beat of your heart. you traced the tattoos on her back with your fingertips, kissed her hair, told her she has nothing to fear. you told her you would never leave.

“promise?” “promise.”

until of course.

one night, vi just up and left. you had asked her if she would come again. and she had said she probably would. so, like a loyal little dog, you waited for her — a sinking feeling in your heart telling you that she was gone. that you’d failed, that your stupid little feelings were for nothing and did nothing. 

and of course, she didn’t come. you heard of some news here and there. vi was with jinx again. vi was doing some crazy shit. vi had gone back to piltover. it made you so angry. so, so fucking angry.

zaun nearly came apart at the seams. there was a revolution. like a storm that floods the trenches and takes everything with it. leaving the land bare, clean, up for restoration.

you, lost. alone. heartbroken and seething with humiliation and disappointment. left to pick up your pieces and rebuild yourself.

and the next time you saw vi, she was entirely changed. and the sight of her made you sick to your stomach like nothing ever did before. 

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some thoughts about the caitvi breakup scene

i saw ppl pointing out what looks like a tear running down caitlyn's nose after her and vi's fight w/ sevika and jinx (when she finally stops hitting the wall w/ her rifle and puts her forehead to it) and it could've been just sweat, but here's why i think it wasn't:

it's bcuz vi took the choice away from her.

we all know caitlyn's parents had been keeping her in a gilded cage since she was a child. we see this symbolically in her conversation with jayce when he gets kicked out of the academy after the explosion - he's outside in the rain, but she's within the gates of the kiramman estate, under an umbrella, protected, hidden. she tells him her parents don't allow her to talk to him anymore but she doesn't care. they're friends.

we know cassandra didn't approve of caitlyn's choice to become an enforcer either (we assume caitlyn had to fight for it and her family tried to stop her). even after that "win", her mother kept meddling and made sure caitlyn would always get safer tasks - out of harm's way and where she'd never be able to prove herself or do any actual good like she'd always wanted. her own coworkers make fun of her for being a kiramman and only "playing dress up" as an enforcer - a job she decided she wanted and had been working towards since she was a child, in order to help and protect people. she'd had to fight (not for the first time) to be placed on a case, in a real guard position, to be taken seriously.

caitlyn's choice and her agency - things she's barely been given in her own life, because of her parents, her name and how sheltered she'd grown up - she'd always had to fight for. she's had to fight to be able to choose, she's had to fight to defend her choices, and she's had to fight to prove herself over and over again.

then for the first time in her life, she didn't have to fight because vi (perhaps being swallowed by her own guilt for everything jinx had done to caitlyn) gave caitlyn the ability to choose what happens to jinx. unconditionally.

and caitlyn chose. vi agreed with her choice.

take the shot.

then vi took the choice away from her in the last possible moment, physically stopping her from shooting. (now, we can talk abt what that means to someone who's never been the stronger opponent in any physical altercation they've been a part of so far, but i won't)

this is the last thing cait needed to send her fully spiraling in the face of the adrenaline after almost dying again (sevika wasn't playing), the stakes of their mission and her trauma from jinx being unlocked. caitlyn completely disassociates shuts down, goes all out hitting the wall, possibly cries, refuses to look vi in the eyes and tells her, "i thought you were different but you're not"

she's yet another person who denies caitlyn the ability to make a choice in her life.

it's her blood in your veins.

to caitlyn in this moment, vi's loyalties lie with the blood of someone who'd worked for silco in oppressing the undercity, lured and blown up caitlyn's coworkers, tried to kill caitlyn (and vi) multiple times, kidnapped her from her fucking bathroom, dressed her up against her will, kept her hostage for a full day in which she with almost 100% certainty tortured her, kept her as the only person gagged throughout the tea party, asked vi to kill her, then blew her mother up along with 4 more counselors and (allegedly) attacked their memorial. talk abt taking someone's freedom of choice away.

then why are you the one acting like her?

vi - not fully without reason - compares caitlyn to her worst fucking nightmare. a psychotic killer who's caused so much fear and trauma to caitlyn that she admitted jinx's smile is all she sees when she closes her eyes, up there w/ her own mother's lifeless eyes?? and yeah, vi has a point - caitlyn had indeed grown more violent and aggressive in her desparate pursuit for revenge. that doesn't mean it hurts caitlyn any less, especially when she'd been trying so hard to do the right thing (sending a squad to catch jinx instead of a full blown armed invasion, only her and vi having hextech, clearing the streets first), and vi knows this: she just automatically did what she does best - aimed for where it hurts the most. i think she even realizes she's overstepped but before she can do anything about it, caitlyn bites back reflexively and hits her with her rifle. there, in the place of the wound she once took care of herself.

the perfect storm.

the only question i have left is why everyone in this fandom keeps acting like caitlyn is the only one who hurt someone and vi is the only one who got hurt in that scene.

[seewhatpowpowthinks]

DISTRACTION

+ my grammar is not the best and english is not my first language!!

fem reader & no use of y/n just a lot of “you”

also so sorry if this is absolutely horrible im still figuring this whole thing out but my requests are open! 😭 +

You were a known.. let’s just say hero in Zaun. The best of the best. Always fighting hard for what you thought was best for the people of the underground. Nothing ever got into your way until you met Jinx. She was always screwing up your missions in every way possible, staining you with her idiotic neon paint, and worst of all she was a distraction. In which you found a new companion.

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You walk among the dirty alleys of Zaun. You scan the place as always, nothing seemed off so far. Your eyes fall over to a dark alleyway in which you hear a high pitched giggle. The sound replays and slowly begins to sound familiar to your ears. Could it be Jinx? Was she here to fuck with you once again? You were to deep into thought that you didn’t notice yourself slowly walking into a cord. BOOM! You were caught off guard by the loud explosion and the colorful smoke that filled the alley. You couldn’t even get a chance to recollect yourself before you were shoved into the brick wall.

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Unsurprisingly, it was Jinx all along. You attempt to push her away from you but end up unsuccessful. “Calm down toots. I ain’t gonna kill you.” Jinx stated out loud as she was amused. “Oh because luring someone into an alley and using a shitty color bomb is normal?” You scoffed back sarcastically. Jinx’s face turned into a fake offended face. “Oh yeah? You know I was pretty proud of-” You cut her off by shoving her away. “I don’t have the time to mess around Jinx. I have people to take care of and problems that need fixing.” You sternly told her. You began to walk away from this whole mess before you felt her cold hand grab your arm. “Y’know I’m getting your attention for a reason.” She mumbled still with her playful tone.

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“What is this so called reason Jinx?” You asked then rolled your eyes at her. She let go of your arm and you patted off the colorful smoke from earlier off your clothing. “You’re pretty impressive with your whole hero act. You’re doing a lot for Zaun.” Her reply made you realize that she had this soft spot for you… “Thank you, I’m really trying my best. Especially now that nobody is here to control the whole place.” You replied back with the same tone she gave you. “Yeah yeah. I get it. Well if you ever need any help with anything, I always have my “shitty” bombs on deck.” Jinx amusingly referred to the insult you gave her.

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[frostybearpaws]

currently losing my mind,

I’ve been catching up with all the Star Wars stuff that’s come out over the past couple of years and also rewatching some older stuff,

and you know what you have two hyperfixations you will inevitably mix the two ideas together because why the hell not? It’s fun and it makes my brain juice flow instead of stagnating into pools of gross black oil

and I know I’ve also made some posts about this particular cross over in the past, but I have no idea where they are right now and I’m not going to go digging for them

Star Wars x Arcane

First up:

Sevika: I’ve got two ideas and I’m not sure which one I like more.

the first one Sevika is a mandalorian woman who is currently working as a bounty hunter to make ends meet. She’s ruthless but follows her own honor code when it comes to taking jobs. She was formerly a member of death watch but split and went her own path and their ideologies concentrated. She never removes her helmet and tends to get emotionally aggressive when someone tries to pry into her life before being a bounty hunter. (This is a coping mechanism bc she does not like to think about what happened).

the second one is Sevika is a clone like Emerie Karr from Bad Batch, so not only is she struggling with the horrors of war and the complicated emotions that come with being genetically identical to several million people, treated like an object, and devoid of right, she’s also suffering from the accelerated growth rate that causes her to age twice as fast. At the current point of her life she is traveling the universe doing odd jobs and trying to keep a low profile so she doesn’t get taken up by the empire. After all to the imperial’s she is still their property and they will do with her as they see fit. (Not if she has anything to say about it)

next up:

Silco & Vander: start as a packaged deal, they are both ex-inquisitors who fled and went into hiding. It wasn’t so much for noble reasons as it was they began to fear where their paths were going to lead them. They started a new life together and things were going well until their started to have differing opinions on what they needed to be doing which lead to Vander’s betrayal.

Silco: a Nautolan with a blueish gray skin tone. As his eyes are black the scares part of his face lead to the eye clouding over and impairing his vision. In the current day she travels around with Sevika completing jobs with her. They have a very very complicated relationship. (Bonus: they fought over him taking Jinx in the same way a couple would fight over someone impulsively taking home a stray animal)

Vander: a Shistavanen which if you don’t know look like fricken werewolves, he would end up looking something like this:

side note: yes Silco and Vander were in love and that was part of the reason for them leaving. Now imagine a squid fucking a werewolf

I’ve decided to make Powder/Jinx a Twi’Lek which means that Vi is also a Twi’Lek. They are respectively blue and pink. Jinx has some white dappling along her lekku. Vi doesn’t have any such thing but she does maintain her arcane tattoo along her back.

one thing about Twi’Leks is that they are highly sexualized and often enslaved. Jinx and Vi went about fighting against this stereotype in two completely different ways. Vi fights against it, actually building up muscle and training herself to fight.

Jinx on the other hand leans into the sexualized aspect but uses it as a lure to draw people in. She effectly masks how dangerous she actually is.

Jinx is force sensitive while Vi is not. After their falling out Silco finds her and takes her on, eventually taking her on as an apprentice.

[bwat5-blog]

Did Jinx Love Vi?

**Spoilers For All Of Arcane**

Okay. First let me say I am not here to attack or insult Jinx. The title is literally just addressing the question I'm hoping to answer so.. put down the torches and pitchforks. I recently had a very nice short talk with someone on one of their posts, and it was primarily to do with this issue of how Jinx treats Vi in the show. And in truth, I share a lot of their feelings. For the most part, we never really get a moment of Jinx outwardly showing any sympathy or kindness to Vi at all until almost the end. As I always do for clarity let me be crystal clear. Vi is my favorite character. But I think most people watching objectively can agree she tries really fucking hard for the people she loves and gets kicked in the teeth almost constantly.

*Not writing in my usual spot to look up these quotes so some may be paraphrased*

" Never thought my sister would turn blue-belly"- Literally there because of what Jinx did

"I'm a hero. I busted half of Zaun out of prison while you were passed out at the bottom of a mug"- Vi completely spiraling after losing literally everyone she loves and Jinx knowing full well she didn't step in for Zaun until they took Isha

" She used to be pretty cool, til I kicked her ass"- literally the fight where Jinx lured Vi down there hoping to die and it ended with her on her back urging Vi to finish her.

Smirks at Vi when Vi sees the Mural of her and Vander. Even though Jinx literally betrayed everything Vander ever stood for and considers the man who murdered Vander and caused the deaths of their brothers her father. All while Vi is nowhere to be seen.

Now, there is obviously history between them, Jinx has her reasons to be angry just like Vi does. NEITHER ARE PERFECT. But these few examples are not exaggerated or spun. And they are just a few of many. It can really come off like Jinx just does NOT care what happened to Vi at all:

Seven years in Stillwater undergoing god knows what kind of hell

Almost killed getting back to her in the undercity before being taken by firelights

Almost killed by Jinx on the bridge

Almost killed by Silco at the same event where she begs Cait for Jinx life and Jinx responds by murdering Caitlyn's mother

Has clearly been driven so far by Jinx's actions and what has happened that she becomes Enforcer

Abandoned by Caitlyn and on self-destructive spiral that will very likely kill her because Caitlyn has lost her self after everything Jinx has done to her.

However, I think there are some things we need to remember to better understand this issue:

Jinx is severely mentally ill. I know this is obvious. But it matters because everything she says and does is filtered through a different lens than the average person.

Jinx hates herself and in season 2 especially, wants to die until she bonds with Isha. She gives us evidence of this repeatedly but the moment I most remember is when she meets Isha for the very first time and describes knowing she could die at any time as the best feeling in the world. Then goes on to associate herself with cursing a a sister, a family or a society, I think it was.

"I'm losing my snappy comebacks"- Part of Jinx's whole schtick is verbally lashing out. She mocks everyone, at all times, for any reason. It doesn't make it kind or right. It's just what she does. She also absolutely knows precisely what to say to piss her sister off. Like any good little sister would. Additionally, you may be the person yourself but if not, we all know that person whose defense mechanism is cruel or sarcastic words. While Jinx is plenty dangerous, more often than not when she feels insulted/threatened/uncomfortable she goes for the death blow verbally.

Considering all of that, while there are moments I wish she could have shown Vi alittle more kindness and love, especially with how much Vi loves her, I think Jinx's love for Vi remains constant throughout the show, even if her motormouth sometimes makes it hard to see:

The Reunion:

Even after all the terrible things in their childhood, including the incident for which Vi carries so much guilt and some of the fandom think a fifteen year old Vi should have been crucified for, this is how their reunion starts. Vi apologizes immediately and embraces her. Jinx is crying and ashamed of how she has changed but Vi accepts her and loves her. It only goes wrong when Jinx sees Caitlyn, and why is she mad at Caitlyn who she has never seen or met?

Cyclops and lefty to the rescue. Silco to turn Jinx against Vi and Sevika intentionally trying to damage Jinx's mental health, both of these figures poison Jinx against Caitlyn ruining the next several times they get close. But all throughout that series of events we see Jinx trying to overpower the voices in her head because she knows Vi loves her, and she loves VI. Just unfortunately, she does not win.

2. Seeing Vi As An Enforcer:

Now this isn't a happy moment of course. But Jinx isn't so distraught at seeing Vi in the uniform because she doesn't care about Vi. She is seeing what she believes is the total rejection of her by the last person she has who loves her and who she loves, all wrapped up in the package that killed her parents

3. Jinx VS Vi:

Even during the fight Jinx wanted to end in her death, when Isha gets involved and sticks a gun in Vi's face Jinx IMMEDIATELY screams no.

4. Jinx At the Pit:

If you slow down the cinematic of Vi's time in the pit, is actually shown a few times not just the once. Now I admit this is head-canon and probably the least provable one of these. But I don't think Jinx would have show up again and again to take pleasure in or mock Vi's pain. I think she was just checking on her in the best way her mind knew how.

5. Vander:

I already mentioned how their last interaction went, and the fact that Jinx came to Vi anyway to try and rebuild their family knowing full-well Vi would likely want to kill her is impressive and a clear sign of JInx's desire for them all to be together again.

There are plenty more examples to either point (particularly the MASSIVE example of how Jinx feels about vi in the end of the show), this was quick and not my usual quality. But the thought struck me and I wanted to jump on it. Feel free to share your thoughts same/different or otherwise, I appreciate all of you who take time out of your day to read my thoughts. Even when they are quick and slap-dash like this.

The story of these sisters is one that for me, will live on forever. Have a great day.

[kravchikfreak]

people saying silco only saw weapon in jinx and would ditch her if she wasn't useful

meanwhile when he's given a chance to get his nation of zaun in exchange of jinx he himself, when he thinks noone can hear him, so at peak of honesty in the moment, says "and what do i lose but problems?"

and in that moment already he knows he will never do it

he didn't go to the vander to make a decision. he went there to share his own shock that he made a choice he's never saw himself making

so here, he already veiwed jinx as a source of endless problems. deep down he thought she's rather an inconvenience than a useful tool. he just didn't expect it to not matter in slightest

"b... but he developed his care for her down the road. his intentions wasn't in the right place from the start"

well maybe from the moment he holded the knife - they wasn't. from the moment powder launched herself into him - different story. his current enemies she would be useful to lure were already dead (to his knowledge) and i doubt powder wasn't a smoking mess at the beginning of their journey, most likely completely useless. and after that - i doubt she started making working inventions left and right giving how before that none of her shit worked, so mostly useless as well. and on top of that uselessness i'm pretty sure she was a usual problemmaker as she always was. not on purpose, but still, there's a reason she was called jinx even when she still was a nice child

so tell me, why a grown up undercity drug lord with tons of grown up followers and subordinates who actually useful already now would dedicate himself to raising a weapon that is useless at the moment and only will be of any use god know when if ever? what's even the point? and undercity is already full of orphans, if raising your own little weapon is so efficient why didn't he have an army of teenagers by act 2?

ah i know i've used some of the points already but ivm bored again and can't stop thinking about arcane and love my fucked up family i need to talk about them all the time

[bad-art-with-style]

Decided to finally draw up an emo band for League of legends, roles for each character are:

Talon (originally the drummer but becomes the lead singer when front man quits, didn’t want to join bc he got bullied for being emo in middle school, is now here after being “lovingly encouraged” to join by his friend briar).

heavy Gerard way/early my Chemical romance inspiration for him, learned to play guitar because he thought it was cool but switched to drums because it annoyed his sisters more. Is still an emo kid and fully embarrasses it as time goes on. Weapon is a drumstick he grips the same way you would a straw when pretending to be the wolverine. Could also just have it attached to a bracelet or doe thing idk.

Hwei (front man but later leaves the band after being lured away, probably joins again later on)

inspired by lead singer of paramour, he gets two outfits shown bc I love the second one but I think the first is a bit more in brand for the vibe of the group. Is definitely going to be monochrome but have bits of his usual color pallet show up either in the threads and paint or as like a pattern or something. Weapon is probably going to be a mic and paint can just be a punch of music noted or sheet music.

Varus (bass player/ back up guitarist, becomes lead guitarist after Hwei leaves. Did some solo stuff and traveled between a few other groups before being approached to join by Hweii)

deisgn inspired by Andy black from black veil brides (Basically stole his look) and Ronnie from Falling in reverse. Was an ex military dude who fell into music after service, is in his late twenties while the others are in their early twenties so he gives off big older brother energy. Is in a poly relationship with Valmsr and Kai who basically adopt the other members of the band and are down to kill anyone who tries to hurt them. Don’t ask how I’m going to turn his guitar into a bow, it’ll some how happen.

Briar (pianist for a different emo band but is friends with Talon and low key forced him to join bc she knew he was still and emo kid at heart)

is a member of a trio that includes Rell and Jinx ( their designs will be posted as soon as I figure out the fuck I’m going to do with Rell’s armor), she plays keyboard and meet talon either in college and found out about his “emo phase” or was a friend of his in middle school so was their when it happened, either way when she heard about a band looking for a drummer she hoped on board to sign talon up. Is also besties with Alune from heart steel and is the calm one out of the two.

Her pilary is the piano btw, has a lot of spikes and shit, didn’t get around to designing it. Might show up later. Design is just based off goth girls from the 2000s.

[justanerddummie]

I really wanted to make a post about about Viktor, he's one of my favorite characters after all but then I always spiral into a bunch of extremely clichè morality questions to which no one has the answer to. So I guess I'll just talk about a bunch of stuff that really hit me during ep 6.

How Viktor doesn't simply heal people, but also the land, the place when he first arrived was barren, no plants, no water, no sun, no nothing, now it is blooming, plants grow high and healthy in full cooperation with hextech and the sun shines non-stop. We can see some of them even have the purple lines like the ones that kept dying in Viktor's lab. I guess I really did enjoy the duality of Viktor needing shimmer to force hextech to work with nature, but having to sacrifice his morality to do so.

The way Viktor's comune was portrayed into such a positive light was quite jarring, at the end ep5 we see it in a very ambiguous way and now it seems that it's just a force of good. Like this is a hive-mind situation, then why does this place feel so warm and cozy? I blame it all on the warm colors and the light fortiche used to lull the viewer into a sense of safety.

Vi, baby, I know you feel the same, I know the promise of forgiveness has lured you in, but seriously except for the mistake of hitting your sister in the worst moments of both of your lives, which isn't justifiable but understandable you haven't done anything wrong ever since. You need to stop blaming yourself for everything bad in your life and start putting at least part of the blame on your sister and your gf 'cause seriously they fucked up way worse than you.

Why was Jinx's color palette clashing so much with the environment? I mean, Vi and Isha seemed to blend in just fine, fuck even Warwick felt fine at some point but Jinx felt like a thumb in a sore eye the entire time they were in the comune.

Singed I love you, I also really loved the way this episode felt more like a clash of his and Viktor's phylosophy more than anything else. The only thing I'm sorry about is how in the end he is always right.

I enjoyed Vander's flashback sugarcoated as they were, as they turned into Vi's memory. I guess that's the whole point of nostalgia so no notes here.

I guess that placing this episode at the end of act 2 was a really smart move, we've just come from five episodes of darkness and smoke, everything from the situations to the art felt oppressive and the moment it started I asked my self if I was watching the same show as five minutes before. Putting a breather right before the situations plunges back into darkness destroys the viewer's heart way more than keeping the tension high the entire time.

Ambessa doesn't look like your typical villain, and honestly I don't really recognize her as one. She's framed constantly as nothing but a warmonger, yet she rarely ever leads sword first. Is it because of her situation as a destituted Noxian looking for allies across sea? Is it because she fancies herself fox and wolf? Guess we'll see next act, hopefully.

Isha, I've been side eyeing that little girl since the begging of the season, everyone knew she was going to die, and we all cried like babies. I really do hope that they don't go the way the leaks have suggested, because seriously then what's the point? Other than that I want to watch act 3, because right now I'm honestly speechless.

[solitaireships]

agreeing with your arcane finale thoughts 1000% and i'm so so so sorry

Gonna put some rambling below the cut bcs I’m so upset

Like everything through episode 7 was fine. A little rushed, but I was having a great time

Then they just completely fuck up Jayce and Mel (and some other stuff. The things with Jinx? Ridiculous and with a weird tone even if she did survive)

Like yes. I know being in the Arcane for however long fucked with Jayce. But he came out acting like a completely different person with the only hint of his character coming out when Mel was about to fall after the encounter in the council room with the puppet. Everything he said in the scene right before that felt ripped out of the mouths of shippers who didn’t like that their precious guy was dating a woman, and that they clearly both adored each other. And that was something the first act reaffirmed! Everything about them there showed that they were a really close relationship, and acting like Mel wasn’t constantly there for him and was using him was so stupid and just plays into the exact shit people would use to vilify her. She’s not some temptress who lured Jayce into a relationship or whatever, he chose to be in that relationship and gave her the care that she didn’t have from anyone else in her life. It’s a disservice to both of their characters that doesn’t feel right

And I’m annoyed bcs someone on twitter was trying to be like “well Jayce and Mel had fulfilling arcs” to me, and sure, maybe they would’ve been fulfilling if they had more time. But instead it just feels messy. Yes, Mel did beat her mother at her own game. But it came at the cost of her losing every single relationship she had with no even sort of satisfying conclusion there. Yes, Jayce realized the flaws of his past way of thinking. Only to get sucked off into the fucking void with the guy who fucked over his entire life. And with how thin they were spread doing all these character arcs, they get to that point in a sprint with no time to actually let them settle at all

And yeah, they’re not the only ones fucked over. Interesting to think about how Ekko was also a key part of saving the day and he gets completely glossed over in the end and is left all alone (similarly to Mel, the other black lead. Interesting /neg). And they sure did tease Sevika stuff like she’d be involved in this final arc then all she did was yell once and show up at the end

It’s so frustrating especially bcs I loved this show! But this ending just is awful to me and I really wish I could have liked it. The amount it’s upset me is embarrassing

[nebuladreamz]

I’m apparently the Ring anon? Yay!

I’m just gonna add that, remember the Jinx vs Ekko Fight?

“Oh, look who it is. The boy savior!”

And that fight interchanging with their childhood memories…

-💍

NO BUT LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE THE FUCKING ANGUISH GREGORY WOULD BE UNDER SEEING HIS BEST FRIEND/SISTER WORKING WITH THE ONE THAT CHANGED HIS LIFE- THEIR LIVES FOR THE WORST AND SHE JUST

WENT MISSING ONE DAY AND HE NEVER THOUGHT TO CHECK THE 'PLEX BECAUSE I'D IMAGINE WHEN HE GOT OUT OF THE PLEX THE FIRST TIME HE TOLD HER NOT TO EVER GO THERE BUT THEN SHE DOES!!!! WHETHER IT'S BECAUSE HE'S THERE OR EVEN BETTER IF SHE WAS LURED THERE BY THE MIMIC!!!!! AND HE'S BEEN SO WORRIED FOR HER!!!!!

And then days go by. Weeks. Months.

Years.

The Pizzaplex reopens or maybe, if we're going by another book detail, he arrives at a new Pizzaplex. Because the one back home is either bulldozed over or torn down- regardless, just basically inhabitable.

And he sees her in the crowd. She's gotten older with him. But something's wrong. She looks like hell, if you squint maybe you can see the little girl she used to be.

But she's changed so much.

Imagine the next game is Gregory as the night guard and trying to find his friend now. The virus has spread to nearly all Fazbear owned entertainment businesses, including the 'Plex that Gregory works at. It's all familiar to him, having to sneak around the animatronics because unlike Vanessa, he can't control them like this.

Imagine we get the night system back, and every night we avoid death just barely while looking for clues, messages, anything if it's related to Cassie.

And then night 3 happens, and he finds her. But not Cassie- he finds the most devoted follower to Glitchtrap. And he knows he has to stop her, but he can't so easily.

Because under the mask she wears, that's Cassie.

[otgwbgyu]

today i called with my friends and it was so funny

at first, lily and i discussed yaoi/BLs 😭 i jokingly said we’re reading spicy yaoi to lure aubrey in and then we started to seriously discuss BLs we can recommend aubrey since she only currently obsesses over 3. 2 of which aren’t canon, and the other is doomed (one dies and it’s one-sided/unrequited.) so we wanted to find her one she can enjoy! we shifted over to ranting abt horrifying ones like jinx and painter of the night where the tops are rapists (seungho has gotten better, but that still doesn’t erase what he did before 💀) then we talked abt lost in the clouds which doesn’t have them raping each other but instead both r traumatized and therefore mentally fucked up so that certainly affects their relationship and the atmosphere of the manhwa! then we talked abt heavens official blessing which is very cute, it has angst, but it’s not rlly problematic from what i’ve been told. ava joined while we were talking and agreed with all of us on r statements on each since shes claimed to have read all of them lol

i had to go but when i came back maiya was there and we started meowing at each other for some reason. i decided to harmonize but apparently i started doing it so quickly after recommending it that it caught maiya off guard and she went into a laughing pit 😭 i love when i make my friends laugh like that. then we got into it and i was the low pitch, maiya was mid tier, and lily was the high pitch. we kept laughing but eventually did it a couple of times, and when ava joined we did it with her too lmaooo

THEN WE DID KARAOKE ANIME AI COVERS. IT COULDN’T BE NORMAL KARAOKE/LYRIC VIDEOS. IT HAD TO BE ANIME AI ONES 😭 ppl struggling to speak korean and spanish was so funny khhhgk maiya gave up and just sang the english translation 😭

i had to leave abruptly tho bc my mom got rlly mad at me for screaming abt chairs haunting me 😓😓

[kravchikfreak]

h... how?

wait a minute

when he took her in, how could he know she was a genious inventor? he was going to maybe use her to find out where her sister is or just kill her. he had like a bunch of grown ups who would follow him, he had an actual scientist who would make him a powerfull serum, he had plenty of goons. why the fuck would he need a 12yo as a weapon? when initially he had no idea she had potential. the only reason he took her in cause of her family trauma

and she would be no use to him in like luring his enemies in cause his brother was already dead and marcus told him vi was dead as well. like noone would come for this little girl, what's the point of keeping her alive?

once again, he had technology and science before jinx introduced her into his life, and pretty sure he didn't know initially that it was her bomb that fucked everything up, and on top of all that this was THE FIRST THING EVER WORKED for her, like she herself had no fucking idea she can make something usefull. and i doubt from then on all her shit was flawless or even worked. cause like even that hextech bomb worked not because of her genius abilities of the inventor, but just by pure chance and luck

and again, why would he take in a child that requires time to become an inventor and also requires care, when he would be better off hiring some already established inventors who don't need to be raised? pretty sure undercity had a couple of those

i mean, was he glad jinx was of a good use to his goals? sure. was she a good asset for him? eeeeh, kinda? but she was still fucking everything up, she was a menace and a wild card he didn't really had that much of a control over. she gave him a hard time, she made messes he had to clean after. like more cons than pros for adopting this child if you want a weapon to use if you ask me

also, when he had a chance to use her to achieve his ultimate goal he said fuck you goal. i really need to know these signs that show he would ditch her if she hadn't blown shit up left and right and made his relationships with piltover's forces harder

aaand i got bored. so that's it, peace

[gay4tiddies]

Painted hearts

Part 4

This is part four of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just around where series main plot begins

It was unmistakable. Utterly, insanely impossible – yet undeniably apparent.

Glowing, azure blue magic wept a thin stream down your wrist, patterning the floor and staining the pale fingers clutching you. Almost as if magnetised, the pooling liquid moved, trailing slowly, insistently towards the left – reaching out for the sparking Hextech like a drone returning to its’ hive.

Momentarily, you were awestruck. Unhurriedly captivated by the sheer, unfeasible events happening to you one after another. It was apparent that you weren’t dreaming, that in fact some other worldly force had plucked you from reality. Having thoughtlessly thrown you into your currently situation, it had even decided to fill your bloodstream with the destructive substance which ultimately ruined lives across the plotline.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

This was the sort of situation you would mundanely fantasise about, an escapism, a guilty pleasure, anything to distract yourself from a bland reality. However, you were already beginning to crave that reality you had taken for granted, heart quickening as you eye the grinning, giddy woman hunched over you.

She’d been biting her bottom lip, apparent in the notable puffiness and slight indents, perhaps out of habit – another destructive one at that. Fascination painted her features, capricious excitement setting her eyes alight with the rush of achievement and the lure of knowledge. It was almost child-like, the uninhibited delirium of intrigue she now directed towards the very person that she had readily held at gun point a matter of minutes ago.

Her eyes dart to-and-fro delightedly, frantically fixated upon the blood at her fingertips, glancing occasionally to meet your gaze, her lips would part as if to excitedly exclaim something, before exhaling dejectedly and presently resuming her intent inspection of your wound.

You honestly did not know quite what to make of her at this point. You felt as if you had been trapped in a game of cat and mouse, a game dictated by just how long the mouse can entertain the cat, before the feline snuffs out the powerless creatures’ life out of sheer boredom. Yet, as much as you wish to deny it, sympathy clouds your view and somehow you cannot help but feel pity – an aching pity towards the woman you had watched repeatedly fall apart through a screen. The child wracked with episodes across her early childhood; the desperate girl who believed she had been abandoned; the broken juvenile tormented with guilt and denial; the shattered woman, a barely recognisable, jagged, grotesque painting of the child.

At the same time as this you were exhausted, entering into the disgusting aftermath of your earlier high, unexplainably hungry, as well as being in no mindset to filter your backhanded comments. Sarcasm and harsh humour were generally two of your pillar strengths, however that was only when dealing with tolerant friends, unarmed drunkards, and law-abiding citizens – not a socially inept pyromaniac with some sort of sister complex.

Perhaps you could tell her this was all one huge, meaningless misunderstanding… That she was in fact the one who was dreaming - that she had been correct in assuming your being an illusion created by her own psychosis. Oh, but who were you kidding, this woman is far too smart for her own good. Thereby, there is no way you can escape this situation without leaving looking like a Swiss cheese.

Hesitantly, you reach out for her hand, eager to push her insistent touch away from you. Yet this is seemingly taken as an invitation, as in a swift and fluid motion, Jinx’s cold fingers are tightly entwining your own.

“Well, ain’t ya just something eh, toots?” She’d whisper, her breath fanning over your face makes you shiver. Her thumbs absently tap against the back of your palms as her lips curve into a conniving grin.

“Bet ya think you’re real special now…”

You swallow dryly, watching as her grin fades into a vacant grimace.

“Making that grand entrance-“

You’d crawled through her explosive garbage and made a fool of yourself.

“Lying to my face-“

Which she had clearly saw through every time.

“Showing off my shiny new asset-“

You certainly didn’t show her willingly, besides you very much disliked her apparent ownership of your internal lightshow.

And hold on a moment… is she gaslighting you or complimenting you?

“And you owe it all to me!”

You’d yelp in surprise as you were instantaneously yanked to your feet, now desperately clasping the hands woven around yours as you are abruptly swung into wild, feverish circles. Blue braids danced in your vision as the world around you spun, the only thing you were capable of focusing on being the beaming woman birling alongside you. She was giggling, occasionally throwing her head back in a spout of uncontrolled laughter. You wrinkled your nose in distaste at the spittle which flew from her open mouth.

Fuck.

You can barely even register which part of the fan you were now on, adrenaline spiking through you at the wracking peril. For all you knew, the two of you could be waltzing mere centimetres from the fan edge – not that the woman opposite you cared. Despite her size, the shorter woman had an iron-tight grip upon your hands, alongside enough momentum to swing you both into an early death.

Feeling your knees almost give in, you begin to sense that distinctive queasiness that comes hand in hand with the combination of illegal substances, physical exhaustion and far too many circles. Swallowing whatever your body was threatening to regurgitate, you flash a serious expression towards the insouciant individual locked to your side.

She’d tilt her head to the side, ceasing her incessant laughter and settling for a wry smirk.

“Ya lookin’ a tad pale glowstick, all that power gone to ya head?”

Gritting your teeth, you shake your head, feeling too much mistrust towards your churning stomach to risk speaking.

To this silent response Jinx appears irritated, her forehead creasing ever so slightly. The spinning began to slow.

It was disorientating, loosing speed. Your vision felt like it would never stop spinning, your organs seemingly still caught, trapped in the nauseating loop. You had barely even registered how you had ceased movement completely, until a sharp breeze wavered against your exposed back.

Your heels felt a ledge, or rather the lack of a ledge.

Jinx clicked her tongue impatiently.

“You know, if ya don’t like it… I could always just, y’know- take it away.”

Oh, you did not like where this was going.

Batting her eyelids innocently as a doe would, Jinx’s mimicked purity was hardly believable, the corners of her lips twitching in a barely masked smirk.

“After all- you’re just a vessel of sorts.”

At this, you begin to feel genuine fear. Fear because this time you knew she wasn’t merely jesting - this woman would genuinely kill you unless she’s kept satisfied.

You open your mouth to answer but are suddenly jerked backwards, feeling the release of your left hand as you’re dangled above the deafeningly dark drop beneath you. Adrenaline deafens you and you swear you can feel your every heartbeat in this moment.

“What are you doing!” You’d exclaim in alarm, frozen-still by the weightless, despairing feeling.

Jinx, however, didn’t hear a word.

Your panicked gaze settles upon her own left hand, moving sharply through the air at her side, as if to swat away a fly. Noting her lips moving in silent, furious conversation, you become conscious of just who the woman is arguing with. Frustration prickles your conscious, your impatience towards her spontaneous mannerisms spiking.

Gripping her right hand, you barely manage to pull your left side back onto the ledge. The blaring adrenaline rush quietens, and you begin to catch cuttings of occasional phrases she’d hiss to her left. Who are you to tell me what to do? ---I can handle this- I’m not weak---… shut up Mylo.

Exhaling shakily, you decide in this moment to take measures into your own hands, boldly outstretching your loose arm.

“Apologies for interrupting- but you’re supposed to be bargaining with me right now.”

Bewildered, indignant azure eyes anchor to your own, her free hand moving smoothly to graze the fingers now holding her chin firmly in place.

You chose your next words carefully, as to retain her focus upon you.

“You’re suggesting that you don’t necessarily need me be kept alive to use this… asset.”

An unsure grin now marks her features, she’d hum in response, curiosity beginning to weave its way across her expression yet again.

You wet your lips.

“Well, I’m suggesting an alternate method. A method in which I keep my life and you gain something more than just an asset.”

Her eyebrows raise at this, which ushers you to continue.

“You’ll gain an ally… an affiliate to willingly participate in your research, perhaps even in finding further results.”

Silence.

“And what if there aren’t any results? What’ll you do then?”

Her fingers now move from your hand at her chin, ghosting your cheek in slow strokes.

“I- oh-“

Your hand darts back to cover your mouth, another wave of nausea striking you. Hands assist in lowering you to your knees with a surprising gentleness. As your mind begins to cloud, continuing the conversation becomes a side thought as you now fight to remain conscious. You don’t even have the energy to brush away the fingers now combing through your hair.

“Y’know I never caught your name toots, you gonna tell me?”

“My name?”  You blink harshly, pressing a hand to your aching temple as you decipher the simple question.

“[Y/n]… my name is [Y/n] [L/n].”

You truly feel your consciousness fading, barely registering the heavy, cerulean braid lightly grazing your cheek. You don’t hear her response, as it falls upon deaf ears, the scent of gunpowder and treacle pull you into the tight embrace of a comatose sleep.

Oml sorry this took so long, I was almost done then the UK heatwave happened whilst i was moving flats. 🤷‍♀️

Not spell checked because I’m tired.

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Maybe Ezreal finds a dumpster baby, too? That could go, er, places

It did! it did go places. Um, what's the ship name for Ezreal and Jinx? EzJinx? Whatever! Ever wanted to see Jinx with a baby? Apparently that's what we're doing tonight. Thanks for the prompt. (actually not that shippy, just. Ezreal & Jinx and the baby makes three) __ In hindsight, Ezreal's had better ideas than following the sound of a baby screaming into a dark alleyway.

Like, well. Objectively that was just not a good plan. People played baby crying tapes to lure people places sometimes! It had definitely happened. He’d heard stories. Sure it hadn’t happened to anyone he knew, but a shopkeeper’s mom’s... cousin’s... whatever. Anyway, it didn’t matter, because Ezreal could get himself out of just about any scrape or difficult situation.

Any....scrape or difficult situation. Besides. This one.

Because it’s not a tape or a demon imitating a baby’s voice. It’s... a baby. It’s just a baby.

Fuck.

And he scoops it into his arms, trying to remember how to hold babies— support the head? He’s pretty sure you put your arm behind the baby’s head, that’s the thing, that’s it. Support the neck because they have disproportionately big little heads.

He doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do, so he just sits down on the ground. It’s a rough day in Zaun— the gray is particularly heavy today, the air quality is bad, and he should really call someone about...baby sized rebreathers. Except they might be used to it, huh? Is that how it works? Is the baby’s little lungs stronger? ....well. Small problem.

He tries to do the math on how this happened. If he was any deeper in Zaun he might be... well. Actually, he’d be more sure someone was planning on coming back for a baby in the sump. This was a baby wrapped in a pretty nice blanket, ditched on the promenade level, where Pilties came to unwind. So. He didn’t really like the math on that.

He was going to go below, keep heading down to the sump, down to Osha Va’zaun and the old city ruins, but that doesn’t feel like what he should do now. There’s an orphanage down there, too, but he doesn’t really feel like that’s where he should go, either. This kid wasn’t a zaunite, and the gray.... Well. Maybe back to baby sized breathing apparatuses—

“Whatcha doin?”

He almost jumps a foot, has to force himself not to instinctually teleport. Don’t drop the fucking baby, christ.

He looks up, lets out a sigh of relief at the familiar face.

“Oh, hey Jinx.” he says, and then his brain catches up, and he pauses. “—Hey, jinx.” he repeats, more warily. “You already said that.” She tells him, hopping down from the top of a wall above the alley to the stones. “Whatcha got there?”

“A blanket.” Ezreal informs her, and then the baby starts to cry, and he winces, bouncing them a little. “Hey, hey, no,” he coos, “No I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it! You’re not a blanket. You are so much better than a blanket.”

“—huh.” Jinx says, wandering up closer. “Is it yours?”

Ezreal shrugs. “It is now.” he says. “Finders keepers.”

Jinx eyes him, expression inscrutable— like maybe she’s listening to someone else inside her head, not here, and Ezreal swallows, because usually that look is an immediate prelude to fairly extreme violence, but she just says—

“It’s pretty. Boy or girl or are you gonna wait till it’s old enough to tell you?”

“—uh. Is that last one an option?”

Jinx shrugs. “Everything’s an option. Can I hold it?”

Now it’s Ezreal’s turn to eye Jinx, but she just rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not gonna steal your baby, Blondie, you’re on diaper duty.”

“Shit.” Ezreal says.

“Yeah, that.”

“No I mean— urrrggh. I don’t know how to change a diaper.”

“You’ll figure it out, it can’t be that hard. Come on, lemme. I’ll be careful.”

“Have you ever been careful?” Ezreal asks, eyeing her.

“I steal shit too, y’know.” JInx points out. “And manage not to break any more stuff than you do. Come on. No breaking the baby. Lemme hold the itty witty baby boo.”

“Well, when you say it like that.” Ezreal says, and moves to hand the baby over.

He doesn’t realize until he’s in Jinx’s space, setting the baby in her arms, that he’s completely forgotten to hit on her. He pokes around his brain idly for a line, and then the baby cries a little, and suddenly it seems....less important, somehow.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He says, holding out a finger, leaning into Jinx’s space as she cradles the baby, and they wrap a tiny little hand around his finger.

“—We should name her.” Ezreal says, not even thinking about the plural. “Any ideas? I’m— a genius, of course, and I could probably... come up with. Something.”

Jinx hums, thoughtful. “Why don’t you call them Jay?” she says. “You can tell Jayce you named your baby after him. But like— without the boy name.” She pauses. “—or you could go like, Zap or Chompers or—”

“Jay.” Ezreal repeats. “Yeah, that’s— that’s cool.”

He looks at Jinx, really looks, registers the way that she’s holding the baby carefully, her attention focused down. She looks distracted, she always does, but there’s something soft and careful there, too. Ezreal remembers, involuntarily, that Jinx was an orphan too.

“—Do you have any toys that don’t explode?” he asks, and Jinx grinned.

“You are sooo boring, blondie. But let's go see!”

Ezreal reflects, as he falls in beside her, that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. After all, he was some kind of genius, he’d figure it out.

...and when that failed, he’d make Jayce change diapers.