#alternate universe Jinx

[nninoxasaur]

Genius, Madness and Connection

I love it when shows incorporates cultural signals and interfamily gestures because I feel like it really expands on the setting and makes the characters feel more involved, it is a mark of where they come from and the people they have loved through something as simple as the way they move or the phrases they say so let’s talk about the little bunny signal or ‘genius and madness.’

We first get introduced to this symbol in s1 ep7 in the fight scene between Ekko and Jinx. (if anyone knows other places it shows up before this pls let me know.)

At first it seems like an endearing behaviour displayed by Powder specifically, another character trait to help us recognise her softness and playfulness in childhood in contrast to Jinx however, during season 2 we find that this symbol has a meaning.

In s2 ep7 when Ekko travels to an alternate reality Jinx says this: “You know those ugly twins, genius and madness.” And for the sake of this post we are going to assume it means the same thing in our main universe.

So now this symbol means something – represents two sides of the same coin as Viktor puts it. The idea that with great ingenuity comes a bit of crazy, which honestly fits Jinx pretty well. I’d also like to note that genius and madness are twins, already injecting a familial aspect to the phrase.

The other place we see this symbol appear is with Felicia in s2 ep 6. Felicia uses this symbol as a greeting and in doing so it takes on another meaning. It is “hello, I see you.”

We can guess that this is how Powder uses this action towards little Ekko in their fight in season 1; “Hello!”

So, if the symbol both works as a greeting and has a literal meaning (genius and madness being bound together) then what does it become when these things are combined?  

Like genius and madness are two sides of the same coin, you are a side of my coin. From mother to child, between childhood friends, we are connected, and I recognise that connection. You are a piece of me, for both the goodness and the grief that brings.

And the fact that alternate universe Powder doesn’t do it to Ekko but for him, reaching over his shoulder to do the symbol adds a whole other layer of connectivity to the gesture that is just so sweet and absolutely confirms to me that they are already dating by the time our Ekko gets there (along with Ekko literally saying “pretend it’s the first time” and that fucking adorable blue rose necklace.)

I just think it’s so beautiful that Felicia’s unique way of saying “I love you, you are with me always” has outlived her in this way and I hope this gesture continues to get handed down, possibly through Ekko if we ever see him again.  

[fruity-blogs]

GUYS.

GUYS.

I'M NOT DOING OKAY.

THEY REALLY CHANGED THE VINYL DISC INTRO TO EKKO AND POWDER. THIS IS THEIR "WHAT COULD'VE BEEN" 😭💔

[kakaocho]

A continuation of my previous post! As I've mentioned, in my headcanon, Viktor would be Ekko and Jinx's mentor in this au

[flipomatic]

[arcanetoymakerau]

Arcane: The Toymaker AU - tm!Jinx rework - part 1

*screams* FINALLY! I tried out Clip Studio Paint and fell in love with it, and I simply decided to redo the entire lineart and base color for this one *face plant on the desk*

BUT HEY! IT'S FINALLY HERE! tm!Jinx's visual and powers rework! Her magical powers didn't change that much, but surely her visual did. If you're wondering about the device on her back, she still has it, but now it's hidden under the jacket—and I haven't finished its rework yet.

Here's a comparison between the first idea and this new one for funsies:

geez... even my drawing style noticeably changed lol

[welcometohell09]

That thing that Gets me about Timebomb, both platonically and romantically, is that Ekko doesn't need to love or care about Jinx, but he does so anyway. Jinx is emotionally fucked to the point of barely being able to sustain any form of relationship, she destroys the things she cares about when she doesn't mean to, she pushes everyone away and she self-destructs. Ekko has absolutely no reason to care beyond maybe a memory of them being friends as kids, but he chooses—actively—to look for her when she disappears from her cell.

He also doesn't obsess over the arbitrary distinction between Powder and Jinx in the same way other characters, including Jinx, do; Jinx becomes Jinx to protect herself from being Powder and Silco encourages it, Vi (in S1) separates Jinx from her little sister so she can 'save' Powder, but Ekko watched as she chose to become who she did—he probably saw her grenades start to work, her fighting abilities improve, her hair grow out and her reputation take root, if only from a distance—and accepts it as a part of a whole person. He doesn't care whether she is the kind, arguably less traumatised Powder—like in the alternate dimension—or Jinx, because to him it's just her. She's brilliant. She's awesome. In Ekko's eyes, she's not just worthy of being loved, but she's worthy of being chosen to be loved and held on to when she hasn't done anything 'for' him.

[lee1504]

i'm sure you guys already noticed this in ep 7 (because the arcane fandom is super intelligent) when powder was twisting her necklace, but the rose had a vague image/design of both ekko and her

this is the first and only analysis i'm ever making

[fortunxa]

Blue hair, blue eyes, blue lights

Jinx x fem!reader / modern AU

summary: The chances of a blue-haired girl being chased by the cops and hopping in my car, simply yelling “Drive!” are low, but never zero.

author’s note: It’s my first time publishing a Jinx one-shot of mine, I hope you enjoy! This is a relatively new blog, so if anyone wants to become mutuals I’m definitely open to the idea! :)

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Fourteen days.

A mere two weeks stand between me and move-in day for my freshman year of college. In other words, summer break is slowly coming to an end, and I’ve done fuck all to make it memorable.

I can feel life passing me by as I watch like a bystander. Usually, the clock is my enemy—a constant reminder of my youth running out, and, shit, I’m too young to feel that way. This time, it serves as a way to free me from the shackles of the evening shift as a front desk worker at our local gym.

The clock strikes midnight, and, like a modern-day Cinderella, I jump up from my seat and make a beeline for the exit, hurriedly clocking out. I simultaneously greet and say goodbye to the night shift going in, already halfway through the small yet relatively empty parking lot. The smell of sweaty ‘gym bros’ is long forgotten as the breeze engulfs me, my dirty sneakers thudding on the concrete. The rust on my beat-up jeep shines in the moonlight as I approach—so seductive, I snicker to myself. I toss my duffel bag in the trunk, hop behind the wheel, and start the engine. I take this moment to commence my connect-phone-to-car-or-die-trying mission and thank the universe for its successful outcome. I browse a bit through the plethora of playlists before settling on the usual one, the sound of Arctic Monkeys filling the space as I leave the parking lot.

I don’t want to go home—not yet, at least—so I settle for a late-night drive. The cookie-cutter, upper-class houses pass me by as I mindlessly cruise through the clean streets—a stark contrast to my neighborhood, where you either learn to stick up for yourself or go home crying to your mama. A place where there is more sewage sludge than trees. A place where I grew up and one I learned to love.

In the midst of it all, I don’t notice the particularly nasty bump on the road that makes my song abruptly cut off. I take a right, pulling over in an alley with an annoyed groan as I resort to phase two, also known as connect-phone-back-to-car-before-I-impulsively-crash, of my initial mission. As I fiddle with the settings, showing my inner cheek no mercy as my teeth dig into their feast, a hissing and spritzing sound comes through my open window.

I think I’m imagining things at first, that post-shift fatigue surely getting the best of me, but I spot the source of the sound rather quickly: a figure, hidden almost out of sight between the fancy houses, switching between various colors of spray paint as she defaces the picture-perfect facade with her graffiti. The sheer speed of her actions makes it look like she’s juggling.

How do I know it’s a girl? Well, although she is wearing a hat to shield her face from any surveillance cameras, a neck warmer up to her nose, and a black, oversized tracksuit already covered in pink paint splotches, her disguise was blown the moment she decided to leave her blue, ankle-length, twin braids out. I twist my neck and reach over the dashboard to try and get a better look at her work. I can barely make out the shape of a green monkey’s face before moving on to the next element. ‘Get ji-’

My reading is interrupted by the sound of sirens piercing the air and blue lights illuminating the area. Instinctively, I turn my headlights off and duck, watching the girl as she hastily packs the cans into her backpack. I swear I can see her eyes twinkle with excitement as she takes one last glance at her—presumably—finished artwork and takes off running through the gardens. Her faint giggle reaches my ears, and a bewildered smile graces my features. I wanted fun, and now it’s right in front of me. I definitely couldn’t get a clearer sign than this.

I observe as one of the cops chases after her as the other drives away, seemingly trying to cut her off. Lightbulb moment. I put the car into gear and waste no time following them from the comfort of the dark alleys, reaching the mysterious girl first through the shortcuts. I catch her contemplating her next move and, without hesitation, quickly flash my high beams at her twice. This seems to grab her attention, and I signal for her to get in with a simple nod, tapping the car door as confirmation.

To my surprise, she actually runs over and hops in the backseat, her back lying flat as she takes a swift peek through the window, and holy shit, I didn’t think that she actually would.

“Drive!” she yells through her panting, and I do. I feel my heart beating wildly against my ribcage as the blue lights appear once again in my rearview mirror. Don’t fuck this up, I think before taking a sharp left. I hear her elated squeals as I visualize the district’s roads and plan the perfect getaway.

Right.

Right, once again.

Left.

Straight down the street.

Sharp right.

I can hear the sirens getting closer as I speed through the familiar routes. It doesn’t matter that I know this area like the back of my hand; the cops probably do, too. There is only one thing left to try, and, albeit risky, it should work. They hadn’t spotted my car yet, and we were quickly approaching a busy intersection—the perfect distraction.

The tires squeak as I harshly pull into an empty driveway, turning the engine off in hopes of blending in.

“What the hell are you doing?!” the blue-haired girl grumbles with brooding eyes. I don’t reply. Instead, I shush her as I grab her waist and roll her off the seat, pushing her into the legroom before ducking underneath the steering wheel. We fall silent, holding our breaths in as the police car passes us by. I watch as they get lost in the dense traffic, a sigh of relief escaping me as I throw my head back. I climb into my seat again and take a peek at the tagger in the back, confusion crossing my features as I watch her stuff her face with candy. My candy. “Hefty stash you got back there.” Her mouth twists at the sour taste of a Warhead she picked. She seems completely unfazed by this whole situation.

I notice that she had discarded her hat and neck warmer and take the opportunity to get a better look at her: blue eyes matching her hair, light freckles splattered across her straight nose and rosy cheeks, pouty lips, her dark and expressive brows… She truly is breathtaking. I feel a blush creep up my face as she climbs over the console, wiggling her way into the passenger seat. She takes her hoodie off, revealing her black tank top, and fuck me, she has tattoos.

She faces me with a curious look herself, seemingly analyzing me too. Her gaze is difficult to decipher as her eyes trail over my figure, and I stiffen. She shoots me a knowing smile before throwing her hands around my neck and placing a kiss on my cheek. “You’re a lifesaver, toots,” she muses into my ear. The pleasant smell of paint and bubble gum hits my nose making me lick my lips. “Name’s Jinx, by the way. Stands for Jinx,” she cackles to herself, drawing her lower lip between her teeth awaiting my introduction.

I blink a couple of times, realizing how silent I’ve been throughout this whole ordeal. I can get awkward, sure, but I’m not timid, so I muster up the courage and consciously relax, trying to project a nonchalant attitude. “I’m Y/N.” I shoot her a smile of my own.

“Y/N. Hmm…” Jinx gives an approving hum as she repeats after me, my name rolling off her tongue like honey. “What made you help little ol’ me?” New observation: she’s a teaser.

“I need some excitement in my life,” I answer truthfully and she perks up with a spark in her eyes.

“Toots, you’ve just made friends with the perfect candidate to help you with that.” Her giddy attitude returns as she beams at me.

“We’re friends, huh?” I tease at her choice of words, my eyebrows raised in a cocky manner.

“Sure we are! I feel like running from the cops together is the perfect bonding experience, don’t ya?” She gives me a once-over before her mouth curves into a smirk. “Unless you want to be more than friends. That could work, too.” She winks. Her straightforwardness should make me turn crimson, but instead, it makes my confidence grow. I give a low chuckle as I shake my head in disbelief.

“Tell you what,” I begin, starting the engine and trying to connect my phone back to the car for the third time already, “let me get you home safely, and we’ll see what tomorrow brings to our friendship. Deal?” I extend my hand toward her, and she ponders my proposition. I can practically see the cogs turning in her head, her facial expressions jumping from sour to doubtful, as if she were battling her thoughts before settling on a satisfied grin.

Her soft hand reaches mine in a princess handshake, and I try not to look at her manicured nails for too long. “Deal.” The blue-haired girl snatches the phone out of my hands, adding her number to my contact list and sending a quick text to herself. Just when I think she’s giving it back, she picks a song, and I hear Arabella playing through the speakers. How fitting.

As I leave the stranger’s driveway, I sense her shuffling in the passenger seat, throwing her legs out the window. She puts her head on my lap freely, toying with the colorful charms on my keychain. In the spur of the moment, I gingerly brush her bangs behind her ear, revealing her side profile. Her gaze catches mine, and I see her eyes soften before I turn mine on the road again.

Jinx tells me her address, and I realize how close to me she lives—the perfect circumstances. I feel her lightly bobbing her head to the music as her left cheek strokes my thigh, her fingers tracing mine as they sit on the gear stick. Her demeanor feels different from the badass tagger who willingly hopped in a stranger’s car. She looks peaceful and content now.

My shoulders slump in disappointment as I park outside her house. She clicks her tongue and lazily lifts her head from the comfort of my lap. She looks around the empty streets of her neighborhood and hums, her curious eyes now shifting to mine. As we take each other in, I can’t help but gravitate toward her—her presence feels almost intoxicating, and I don’t want to part ways just yet. To my surprise, she copies my actions. She’s so close I can feel her minty breath mingle with mine. Instinctively, my gaze drops to her lips as she tentatively licks them. I let out a faint sigh, and she slowly closes the distance. I can hear my heartbeat as I wait for our lips to meet.

But they never do. “I don’t kiss on a first date,” she murmurs in my ear, and my face flushes. Jinx pulls away as she flashes me a toothy grin, and before I can even react, she’s already skipping to her front door, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. Wha-? When did she grab her stuff? I stare in disbelief as she turns around, her braids flailing behind her. “Let’s see what tomorrow brings,” she teases and blows me a kiss before disappearing into the dark hallway of her home.

Fourteen days.

Give me two weeks to make her mine.

╰┈➤ sequel – ‘Fourteen days’

[backstabber128]

Here's some sketches of a random crack Arcane x God of War + Ragnarok AU bc of these ideas-- (Also bc the Norse mythology style is absolutely awesome 👀)

I couldn't resist imagining what little Vi & Pow would look like as mini gods with their adult tattoos like Atreus. Also me being delusional imagining Warwick protecting them as part of Vander's shape shifting ability--

Also headcanon that Odin/Silco has mind control powers, hence Vi and Powder vs Warwick rip. He tears their family apart even in this AU 🫠

+ Jinx gaining Baldur-like abilities through becoming Silco's daughter

[honeymilkbubbletea]

Arcane AU

Oh look who it is

The girl savior...

[sawyerjonesart]

"Fishbones" ( as in the rocket launcher) shark Jinx AU bc Arcane has my heart and soul ( ；∀；)

[pussydestroyer1856]

arc 3. That’s it that’s the caption.

[deehaans]

𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘞𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺

[beautifulfrog]

Yes, I was working on this for a while but the truth is it took me too long to finish the minimum. I love Arcane, I decided to create a small AU with the MI characters, There are many left to add but I will create them another time.

Vi- Sullivan

Caitlyn- Carrie Williams

Jinx- Randall Boggs

Mylo- Ducan

Claggor- Brock

Silco- Jhonny

Ekko- Taylor

This combination sounds strange, but in my defense I can't wait for the second season of Arcane and Monsters At Work. I will continue with my obsession for a long time, merry belated Christmas. ✨

[petracozbi]

Concept: grown up Powder, if the events of the first few episodes didn’t happen

[arcanetoymakerau]

I dearly love the new character, Isha, and so I had to add her to this AU! But she won't have the same fate as her canon counterpart. This is an alternative universe, after all!

She's six years old by Act 2 (a bit younger than in canon), and below are spoilers of the middle of Act 3 about how her big family will be (LoL champions only, there will be OCs too):

Jinx and Zeri: Moms

Ekko: Dad

Viktor: Grampa

Vi: Cool Aunt

Caitlyn: Aunt's cool gf

Smolder: Best friend and Guardian

Heimerdinger: Friend and Teacher

Ezreal: Uncle figure

Ziggs: Friend and teacher

Zoe: Friend and bad influence.

Aurelion Sol: somewhat a grand-uncle figure.