#and that she better not fuck up with my sister - and she took it to heart fr which was Great for my sister.

[delusion-is-back]

*slams fist on the table* you know what I want? I want a fic of Jayce and Vi in a lavender marriage

I want a story where Jayce Talis, young and successful bachelor of Piltover starts getting marriage proposals from some of the more powerful families in Piltover, all of them with the clear intent of getting their grubby hands on Hextech as it's being developed. And Jayce, not knowing how to tell those vulture to fuck off decides the best course of action is to fake already being married to someone he knows won't screw him over.

His first choice is Cait, she's the single daughter of the Kiramman house, she would be a perfect match except for the fact that she's like his little sister, just the thought of suggesting a marriage to his openly lesbian little sister makes him want to barf, he can't ask her that. Plus he doesn't fully trust Cassandra not to take advantage of their fake marriage when it comes to hextech and he would rather not risk it.

She other obvious option would be Mel, another member of the council they would make the best power couple in Piltover but again, it doesn't feel right to ask that of her, Jayce knows that Mel would understand his predicament and help him but it would be serving Hextech in a silver platter to Ambessa if she got wind of her daughter marring the Man of Progress.

The list of women he would ask this is very short, while all of this is going on Jayce realizes he really needs to make more friends.

Jinx is not an option, not even a consideration she would kill him for even asking and he would rather take his chances with the vultures than with her.

That only leaves one, the one person he really, really didn't want to ask but realistically was his better shot at.

Vi would laugh at him for two solid minutes until she realizes he's being serious, followed by Vi trying to carefully reject him because "You're a cool guy Jayce, but you're really not my type" which Jayce would sulk on later but for now he really needs Vi to agree to help him with this before he loses his mind.

It takes a lot of begging and a lot of yapping, a lot of appealing to Vi's good heart and the danger of Hextech falling into the wrong hands before she starts to listen. Vi doesn't understand why Jayce can't just tell them to fuck off but that's rich people's problems she doesn't really wanna know about. Until she finally, reluctantly, agrees to do him this one solid because in all fairness she took his gauntlets and never gave them back.

And so Jayce makes a public announcement to the investors who kept bugging him with marriage proposals to, respectfully, fuck off because the man of progress already has a wife. Now that's out of the way, another problem surges because Jayce Talis is not very good at evaluating the consequences of action, because now the council and the people of piltover want to meet Mrs. Talis.

Stuffing Vi in a formal dress is no easy task, for one because none of Cait's really fit her, and those that do are a little too long and Vi already stated that she's not wearing heels, she can handle a dress but those ankle snapping heels are off the table, it's her regular shoes hidden under a long skirt dress or nothing.

Taking Vi to a formal event felt like dragging a bull into a china shop and locking the door, Jayce's behind didn't unclench for the entire night as he shuttled her around the uppercrust of piltover, they'd made up some bullshit story about Vi's past since being a former inmate of stillwater was not a very compelling story. If any members of the council recognized Violet they didn't say anything.

Now you may be wondering where is Viktor in all of this? Wouldn't he have something to say about it? Well he's just enjoying the shitshow from the sidelines, because Jayce Talis forgot one crucial thing about the whole thing; there's no such thing as homophobia in Ruterra, and if the issue was Jayce finding a spouse quick Viktor would've been more than willing to play along for the sake of protecting Hextech, but before he could even suggest it Jayce was already digging his own grave and it was way to entertaining for Viktor not to sit back and watch it all go down. He would tell Jayce how dumb his plan was another day and watch the realization hit him, but for now he's just having a good time watching Jayce Talis trying to handle the toughest pink haired lesbian of all of Zaun.

[babejinxy]

jinx x f!reader christmas special

💙 I know Christmas is over but I couldn't post this before but here it is even though it's a little - very - late.

It was Christmas Eve and you were lying on the edge of Caitlyn's bed with your girlfriend Jinx between your legs. She was kneeling on the floor, your legs spread for her as she ate you out like you were her main meal, which you were. How did you get into that position? Well...

Vi had invited the two of you to her and Caitlyn's house for Christmas dinner. She was trying very hard to get her sister and Caitlyn to work out their differences so that you could all live together as a family. She knew, just like you did, that it wouldn't be easy, but she wasn't going to give up on it so easily.

Jinx on the other hand didn't make the slightest effort to get along with Cait. She wouldn't have accepted Vi's invitation if it weren't for you. She knew you loved Christmas and deserved to have a real Christmas at least once in your life. With plenty of food, presents, decorations, and a real Christmas tree, something you couldn't have in Zaun, and never had.

Earlier you told Jinx that you had to sort out some things in Zaun with Sevika and that made her suspicious, but for the first time she didn't follow you like she always did whenever you went out without her, it wasn't that she didn't trust you, she just didn't trust others. The truth was, you had gone to Piltover alone and stolen a dress from a fancy store that you had seen the other day and planned to wear it to impress your girlfriend. The dress was blue, the same color as Jinx's hair, it was low-cut and long with a slit on the side of the leg that went up almost to your crotch. A scandal of lust and sensuality.

You had arranged to meet her at Vi's at 7:00 pm and of course she was punctual and arrived there at the appointed time. She barely greeted Vi, Cait and the other people present, she asked for you and Vi told her that you were in the guest room on the second floor of the house. Jinx used the shimmer to get to the second floor as quickly as possible and in less than half a second there she was.

She came across you in the middle of the hallway and immediately her magenta eyes devoured you in your provocative and sensual blue dress. This wasn't how you had planned it, but nothing could have been better than what happened next.

The next moment you were against a wall and Jinx was pinning you to it, her hands on each side of your head, framing you. She tilted her head to the side and pulled her lips into a smile - but without showing her teeth - manic and at the same time shameless. Then she took her right hand on your cheeks and squeezed a little, not too hard.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her magenta eyes shining into yours. Your pussy was already aching for her and you felt a wet spot in your panties. “I asked bunny,” she squeezed your face a little tighter this time. “I just… wanted to wear a blue dress like your hair,” she released your face and ran her thumb over your lips as you spoke, “do you like it baby?” you asked in a sultry voice.

Before answering, she pressed your body against hers, putting her head in your neck and biting hard on your sensitive spot, making you gasp. “If I like my hot girlfriend wearing a fucking blue dress? Ha! I’m going to fuck you toots, I’m going to eat you in that dress,” she said in between the kisses and bites she was leaving on your already bruised and marked neck. She got closer to your ear and bit your earlobe, “I’m going to eat you, babe, like I need it to survive.”

As she said that, Jinx grabbed your leg and lifted it up to her waist. You wrapped your leg around hers and once again she devoured the soft skin of your neck while squeezing your thigh. “Baby, someone might see us,” you said between sighs. She ignored what you said and continued sucking and biting your neck harder and harder, not caring about the bruises that formed on your skin.

She brought her left hand to your left tits and began to squeeze it under the fabric. You moaned softly, the pain between your legs bothering you more and more. She moved the hand that was squeezing your thigh up to your crotch and then to the wet spot on your panties. “Hm… so wet, love, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Things definitely didn’t go as planned, the plan was to tease your blue haired girlfriend until midnight and then only after that would you let her do anything to you, but you were too turned on to stop. You needed her and you needed her now. “Baby p-please,” you gasped as she began to massage your swollen clit under the fabric of your soaked panties.

“Please what toots? Tell me,” she said, squeezing your clit as she licked a line from your neck to your jaw. “Please fuck me baby, pretty please,” you begged, whimpering. That's when Jinx took you to a random room - which coincidentally was Cait and Vi's - and threw you on the bed, opening your legs and crouching down between them, and that's exactly how you got to the state you're in now.

You had your hand under your mouth to muffle your continuous moans while the other grabbed the sheets. Your girlfriend was eating you out while fucking you with three of her fingers. The wet sounds of her lips and fingers in your pussy mixed with your muffled moans and together it was like an orchestra to her ears.

“Mmm… God you’re so delicious toots, I love you, I love eating your pussy, I love the way you taste, so fucking sweet and perfect”, she said and then sucked your clit and used the shimmer to speed up the pace of her fingers inside you even more. This made you bite your lower lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly, you tighten your hand under your mouth which hurt.

“Fuck I swear to god I'm going to cum inside you, I'm going to stain you babe.” And saying that, Jinx removed her fingers from inside you and stuck them inside your pants and then she started to fuck herself. You grunted at the lack of her fingers, but moaned when you felt her tongue entering your abused hole. “Mmm… fuck,” she moaned against your pussy as she masturbated.

Soon she came on her fingers and immediately she pulled them out - coated with her cum - from inside herself and inserted them inside your pussy again covering you with her cum. She was dirty, your girlfriend was dirty, but you loved that dirt and it was fucking hot. “Aaah… fuck… you’re squeezing my fingers toots, fuck.” She went back to licking and sucking your burning clitoris and sped up her fingers, curling them inside you and hitting that spongy, delicious spot.

Your legs started to shake and you started to squirm, you grabbed your girlfriend's strands of blue hair - now very short - and you couldn't hold back your moans any longer, you took your hands off your mouth and grabbed the sheet, letting your moans come out very audibly. “Babe I…oh…I’m almost…oh fuck”, you tried to tell her, but before you could form the words, your girlfriend hit all the right spots inside you again and kept slamming her fingers there while still devouring your clit. It was already hurting, but she wouldn’t stop until you came and you were almost there and she knew it.

“I know sugar, come for me baby girl, be a good girl and cover my fingers with your sweet fucking juice,” she said as she still pumped her fingers into you at a relentless speed driven by the shimmer. Jinx swirled her tongue around your clit and then sucked on it as she curled her fingers hitting your sensitive spot once more and then your eyes rolled back and everything went white, you came hard on her fingers and lips.

She removed her fingers from inside your pussy and stuck her tongue in their place, drinking all the juice that fell from inside your destroyed and fucked hole. Your head hit back on the mattress as your body writhed uncontrollably and you bit the palm of your hand to keep from screaming.

“Mmm… you taste like fucking heaven baby, you’re amazing.” Jinx lifted her head and you could see your juices running down her chin and how she licked her lips and fingers as if they were covered in chocolate and you almost came again just from the sight. “Mmmm, it feels so good fuck,” she moaned.

Just as you were calming down from your high, Jinx buried herself between your legs once more and began kissing and licking your red, ruined pussy. You simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Baby, please stop I can’t take it anymore,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Shh, I know you can toots, I need more, I want to eat you all night… god I’m addicted to this.”

You moaned as she began to tease your clit with her tongue again and you grabbed her hair making her moan against your pussy. Jinx slipped a finger inside you with ease and she moaned at the feeling of your walls swallowing her. She inserted a second finger and curled them, hitting the right spot again as she sucked on your clit. “Oh my god Jinx,” you moaned, your body writhing. It was all getting too much and you tried to close your legs, “keep your fucking legs open for me”, Jinx kept your leg open holding it tightly.

She slowed the pace of her skilled fingers and began to fuck you slowly and deeply, curling them every time she hit the spongy spot inside you, her mouth never leaving your clit. “Oh… mmm… Jinx,” you moaned, closing your eyes as your body twitched involuntarily. You were close to cumming for the second time, but the sound of the bedroom door opening broke the moment.

“POWDER!”, it was Vi. She practically screamed at the sight of the two of you. You felt your face flush with embarrassment and quickly got up from the bed, your wobbly legs made you stumble and you held on to Jinx, while you looked for your panties.

“It’s Jinx, how many times do I have to tell you?”, she said, wiping her lips with the back of her hands. Vi shook her head in disbelief at what she had just witnessed and turned her back to you placing her hands on her hips. “I don’t believe this, seriously? You could have chosen another room to do this in at least.” You looked around and realized it was Cait and Vi’s room and then looked back at Jinx, who had her arms crossed and a frown on her face. “You should have knocked on the door, I would have made my girl cum again if you hadn’t come in like that.”

“JINX!”, it was your turn to scream her name. “What’s wrong baby? You know it’s true, you were moaning my name”. Was she teasing or did she just have no filter? You would never know, but you were embarrassed, so embarrassed. How could you face Vi after being caught by her while her sister fucked you in her bed? “Stop it”, you whispered and Jinx shrugged.

Jinx wrapped her arm around your waist, “we’ll finish this later, love,” she winked at you and bit her lip as she devoured you with her eyes. That would have turned you on, but you were too embarrassed for that. You and Jinx walked past Vi, who looked angry but also embarrassed. “I think you better change the sheets, because well… you know,” she gave one of her wicked laughs and led you out of the room. But before the two of you could go down to dinner, Vi grabbed Jinx’s arm. “No tricks tonight, you hear me?”

Jinx stretched her lips in a dubious smile, “relax sis, it’s Christmas Eve…”

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

[am-i-interrupting]

Across the River | Viktor x Jinx’s Older Sibling

Chapter 6: Legal Substances & Fighting Unfair

Summary: After the explosion and disappearance of Vi, you take your little sister across the river to Piltover. You struggle to keep the two of you afloat but manage to get Jinx to the academy. This is where she procures an internship that changes your lives.

The three of you had fallen asleep in that room. Jinx sprawled out over the couch, eventually with her mouth hanging open and snores coming out. Her hand was slapped over your face. Fingers dangerously close to your own mouth which also hang open, quieter snores coming from you.

Viktor had woken up some time ago in the chair. His back and hips ached. He stretched his arms up above his head. He reached blindly for his crutch. He hauled himself up and a series of pops sounded through the room.

He went to the small kitchenette in the room and began making coffee. When the cup began to warm his fingertips, he turned to look at the two of you.

How lucky you both were, to have one another that is. You weren’t lucky with your pasts, that much was clear. You both clearly struggled. Yet you had one another. What a small miracle.

He entered the lab and began reviewing his notes.

You groaned in your sleep. Something was brushing up against your nose. You tried to brush it away and yet it only returned.

“The fuck?” were your first words of the day as you grabbed ahold of it and yanked it away from your face.

There was a scream behind you. Then a scream from you. You were pushed forward by a force coming down from above you.

“Ow!” Jinx’s voice rang out. “What the hell was that for?”

“You’re the one who’s hand was in my face!” you retorted.

“You’re the one who decided to sleep where my hand could get in your face!” she replied.

“You’re a bitch, you know that?” you asked sarcastically as you shoved her off of you.

“Yeah! And you’re a dumbass!” she said back as she returned the shove.

The two of you sat in the floor staring each other down. Jinx’s face split into a grin. That was all it took for the two of you to start laughing.

“Are you feeling better?” you asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Hey, um, do you think we could go fight today?” she asked.

You were quiet for a moment, thinking over her question. You shrugged as you stood, “Why not?”

“Great!” she said in an excited whisper to herself. “Think Viktor and Jayce would want to come with?”

Your fingers stopped where they were combing through your hair. “You can ask them,” you settled on saying.

“Hey, Viktor, Jayce!” she called out as she shoved open the door.

You shook your head as you placed your hands on the chair in front of you. Your weight was handed over to the cushion. You untangled your legs and transferred your weight. Taking a moment to find your footing, you soon followed your sister.

“. . . like a tradition,” Jinx was saying as she sat atop the desk where Viktor sat in his chair, intently listening to her.

“Well, then, I would be honored to join you. Though, some adjustments may need to be made,” Viktor told her. “Admittedly, sleeping in a chair did not do me any favors for today.”

“Do you need me to pop your back?” Jinx asked. “I can pop your back. Oh! Or they can give you a massage? They don’t look it but they give really good massages.”

“Oh?” Viktor asked. He spun his seat revealing an amused smile. “Do they now?”

“No, I don’t,” you said firmly with a pointed look at your sister.

She raised her hands in surrender but her smile gave way to her lack of remorse.

The door swung open. Jayce walked through them with purpose in his steps. He seemed intent on wherever his destination was. He halted when he saw the three of you though. Instantly he relaxed.

“I brought breakfast,” he said as he raised a box in his hand.

The box was laid down and opened revealing round pastries. Donuts. Expensive for breakfast.

“Ooh! Thanks!” Jinx exclaimed as she reached for a pink frosted one.

“You couldn’t have chosen something more nutritious?” Viktor asked but regardless, his hand went for a brown frosted one with sprinkles.

“Hey, if it weren’t for me all you’d be having is your coffee,” Jayce said, a long, lighter brown donut in his hand. “Do you want me?”

You looked in the box. There were so many options. Some with blueberries. Others had a glaze. Some were round with a hole. Others were without and more oddly shaped. Each a different look, a different style.

“I don’t. . . I’ve never had a donut before,” you admitted.

Jinx plucked one up from the box and handed it to you. “You’ll like this one. Anyway, we’re going to the Undercity today. Wanna join us, Jayce?”

The man’s thick brow rose at its arch. “Why are we going to the Undercity?”

“Well, sometimes after. . . days like yesterday, we both want to let off some steam and there’s not really a designated place to do that here but we can go anywhere in the Undercity to do it,” Jinx said. “Also, sometimes we visit Vander’s statue. He was like a dad to me.”

You wrapped your arm around her and squeezed tightly. She let her head bump against yours.

Viktor threw a look Jayce’s way. A silent conversation was had between the two men before Jayce shrugged.

“Sure.”

“Ooooh! Can we get sweet milk?” Jinx asked as her eyes went to a stall.

“You’ve already had sugar this morning. Do you really—“

“I’ll take the consequences on my shoulders,” Viktor said.

He walked straight up to the stall. With no hesitation, he ordered four sweet milks to go. He handed the stall owner their money and accepted his change. He came back with four small cartons in his hands. One for each of you.

“Try it,” he told Jayce.

Two pairs of eyes watched him intently as he opened the carton and slowly, skeptically took a sip. It was a moment before he reacted, a small nod of approval.

“It’s good,” Jayce admitted.

“Ha! See, told you!” Jinx said, pointing directly at you. “Everybody likes sweet milk.”

“That can’t be the truth,” you argued. “I mean, I like it just fine but not everyone in the world can like sweet milk.”

“Uh-huh!” Jinx insisted.

“I’m not arguing with you.”

“Because you know I’m right!”

“No, because I know you’re wrong.”

“Oh, please, you’re just pissy because you’re wrong about something.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! Otherwise you wouldn’t be so defensive!”

You held your hand up to Jinx as you walked past her. “You take them to our spot,” you told her. “I’ll be right back.”

“By yourself?” Viktor asked.

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted.

“I think I’ll go with you for my own peace of mind,” he said.

“Sure, fine, whatever.” Several moments of silence. You waited until you were out of earshot of Jayce. “But you won’t see anything illegal,” you said, a hidden threat in your words.

“Of course not.”

Yeah, okay, maybe he was fine. Maybe you could let yourself just enjoy his company. You let yourself relax. Although, your guard was down by no means. You were in the Undercity, after all.

You slid past people with practiced ease. You came down here more than you let Jinx.

Things in the Undercity were cheaper. At least, by Piltover means. It was easier to get the supplies you needed to live. Jinx’s academy uniforms were bought at half price. Likely because they had been stolen for free.

It didn’t take long for you to find what you were looking for. You knocked on the stall, a steady one two, one two three.

The curtain pulled back and a man with raggedy hair and wide eyes magnified by large glasses opened it.

“What are you looking for?” he asked, words so fast that they hardly seemed to be spoken fully before the next spilled from his chapped mouth.

“Got any for pain?” you asked him.

“Yes, many. How much?”

“Two?”

“That’d be forty,” he told you.

He’d upped his prices again. “Thirty.”

“Forty.”

“Thirty,” you insistent, “and I got sweet milk.”

He was silent for a moment. He let out a grunt. “Fine, thirty.”

You placed the coin and the carton on the counter between the two of you. His hands swiped it at lightning speed. He counted it, nodded to himself, and handed you a bag.

Quickly, you spun around and began the trail to your and Jinx’s “spot.”

It was a place that you’d both claimed long ago, before things went to shit. You had gone to this long abandoned building for nearly Jinx’s entire life. Before then it’d been your hideaway with your favorite uncle, not that you’d ever tell anyone you had a favorite.

At least, at that time he’d been. You weren’t so sure now.

“So, what exactly is this legal substance you’ve obtained for yourself?” Viktor asked.

You reached in the bag and pulled out a wrapped blunt. You rolled it between your fingers to check its tightness. Satisfied you stuck it between you teeth.

A loose hand slipped into a pocket and pulled out a lighter. You flicked it open and quickly ran your thumb across the wheel. With a flame in hand you were able to light the end.

You inhaled. A warmth spreading through your lungs. A different kind of pollution filling your lungs. At least, this one elevated your pain and your tension.

“My brand of over the counter medication,” you said.

Viktor made a small noise of amusement in reply.

A smoke trail lit your pathway but didn’t linger like footsteps may have.

The rest of the walk was spent without any words. It wasn’t awkward nor was it tense. It simply was. Aside from your sister, you could barely recall a time when you had an opportunity to be quiet with another without it being something tense or awkward or boring.

Late nights on a roof came to mind. Shared blankets or warm drinks. A mutual understanding that this was special.

You shook the memories away.

“Oh,” Jinx’s voice sounded as you held open the door for Viktor. She laughed, a laugh you knew to be her guilty one, “Was that you?”

“Yes, that was me,” Jayce told her, a sternness in his tone you’d yet to her but he didn’t sound mad.

“Whoops! Oh, look, they’re finally here!” Jinx said, taking the opportunity to change the subject.

“In all my glory,” you said with a small wave at your body. You followed it with a long drag. “Were you able to get the jutebox working?”

“Yeah, just needed the right stuff,” she answered.

The bag that you’d stopped to grab on your way was laid right beside the box. “Nice,” you praised. Jinx’s head shot up with a prideful smile.

“Do you want music today or nah?” The question was simply a tease, you knew the answer.

“Obviously!” she said as she ran over to the jutebox. She bumped your hip with her own, “Move over.”

You held your hands up in surrender and let her chose a song.

Viktor had sat down on a chair near the edge of the room. Jayce had pulled another close to him. They were talking. You could hear bits and pieces but found yourself not straining your ears like you often did.

Instead, blunt between your lips, you began rummaging through the bag. You felt tools and pins you deliberately avoided. There was a long, smooth barrel of a gun. Not what you were looking for though. You found the smooth leather of the belt you’d been looking for.

You pulled it out, counted the small knives in their sleeves. You buckled the belt around your waist.

You reached back into the bag. You were missing one. It took a moment but you found it.

By that time Jinx had decided on a song. It was upbeat and electric like most songs she enjoyed were.

“Alright, boys,” you said as you walked over to them. “Stay back and out of the way. I take no responsibility if you get yourselves hurt because you decided not to listen. I don’t want anyone playing referee. It’s not gonna be a fair game because the rules down here aren’t fair. You’re here to sit back, relax—“ you handed your blunt off to Viktor who took it like someone who’d never held a smoke before in his life, because he probably hadn’t—“and give us a countdown because someone likes to play around when she is tasked with doing it.”

“I do not!” Jinx protested.

“Yeah, you do and you know it.”

She stuck her tongue out at you. Her gun in her hand and bombs attached to her belt.

You took your place parallel to her.

“Whenever you’re ready boys.”

Jayce and Viktor looked at each other. Viktor gestured to Jayce.

“You have better projection,” he said.

Jayce shot him an expression which consisted of a lowered brow and squinted eye. Regardless, he began a count.

“3. . .”

Jinx bopped to the beat of the music.

“2. . .”

You reached for your knives.

“1. . .”

Jinx cocked her gun upward with a smile.

“Begin!”

The echoing sound of a bullet being fired bounced through the room. You skidded down to the floor as you threw a knife.

Jinx’s body tilted to the left and avoided it. Another shot as you stood and raced towards her. A cling of metal as a knife fell to the ground.

A gun in one hand as a bomb was grabbed in the other. You threw another knife her way. Her shot went astray as she dodged it. She used her teeth to pull the pin from her bomb and tossed it your way.

The momentum of your foot kicked it away towards your seated guests. It exploded in a blue, chalky puff. Both men coughed as it dissipated.

You threw one final knife. Jinx tossed down her gun. Two bombs in her hands. She pulled the pins with her teeth once again. One bomb collided with the knife and caused them both to fall astray. The other clasped onto your shoulder.

Your hand wrapped around Jinx’s shirt neckline. She was jerked closer to you. The bomb went off. Your head reared back. Then collided with hers.

“Hardhead!” she yelled at you through a coughing fit.

She managed to pull away as your own lungs hacked up. Her hand went to her head.

“That’s gonna bruise!” she whined.

Her leg reared back and she played dirty. She aimed for your injured leg as she kicked.

You collapsed on the ground. A smile on your face. You wrapped your leg around her ankle and forced her down.

She tried to make a grab for you. You rolled out of the way. You used her moment of confusion to stand.

Her braids whipped as she spun her head around. You moved to knee her. A grunt escaped her mouth but in spite, she wrapped her arms around your leg and held on.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked, completely befuddled.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead her nails clawed into your hip. She tried to stand but it was proven difficult as you used your own hands to push her face away. You couldn’t help but laugh.

She rolled over herself and sprung up to her feet. A smile was on her face.

She darted forward and reached. She was trying to grab. You darted down and stole her tactic. You grabbed one of her braids and pulled.

Her hands went to her scalp as she turned on instinct away from you before she remembered herself. She spun around and a fist went your stomach.

On the other side of the room, Jayce and Viktor watched with two very different expressions. Jayce’s was curled up in confusion. Viktor’s was filled with amusement.

The ashes built up in the blunt youd given Viktor. He shook them away. Then, out of nothing but pure curiosity, he brought it to his lips and inhaled. The coughing fit was immediate.

Jayce patted his back. “Why did you do that?” he asked.

“It’s over the counter medicine,” he said with a smile.

Jayce shook his head.

He tried again with just a bit more success. Although, the cough still came.

In front of him, the two of you still fought. It was far less dignified now than when it had started out. Less like two people who respected each other and more like cats fighting for scraps.

Jinx’s hands pushed your face away. You pulled her braids again. With the sharp, upright movement, her head pounded into yours.

You were able to grab both her wrists and push her to the ground.

“I would’ve won if you weren’t so hardheaded!” she yelled, with her face smooshed against concrete.

“Yeah, yeah, uh-huh.”

You got off of her and walked towards the boys.

“Can we go again?” she asked.

“Give me a minute,” you said.

You extended your hand to Viktor. He gave you what was left of the blunt. You slide down beside him and finished it off.

[radioisntdead]

I have the worst luck with nail salons dear grace, what I wanted vs what I got

[flugame-mp3]

what do you fucking mean that's how charlie dies. THAT'S HOW CHARLIE DIES??? i mean i know the show has a penchant for killing off every character who's not a winchester brother or an angel of thursday but good god. what the fuck. charlie was such a good and enjoyable recurring character, and she had such a fandom impact that i've seen, and she's only around for THREE SEASONS?? (sidebar: it's amazing she has the presence she does for only being around for a couple episodes in the long run!) but: was this necessary? and she just dies offscreen after her skills are utilized to progress the plot of decoding the book of the damned?? oh my god. what in the actual fuck. i'm finding myself getting genuinely very upset at her death. she did not fucking deserve that. and i can absolutely see why the fan response to her death is what it is now. completely fucking unjustified and throwaway and useless.

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Still haven't messaged my mom back. And I don't think I'm going to.

[fadeintolight]

pont pont vesszőcske

[kuromi-hoemie]

not me and my manager trauma bonding over mommy issues 💀💕 i love her aksksk oof i had to go smoke and Think after this one

i love when our one on ones are basically like lol i don't have much 2 talk about this wk and we get like 40m to hang n talk after getting work stuff out the way. she is such a sweetie and so fun (❁´◡`❁)

[mycological-mariner]

wanna talk about your OCs I would love to hear about your OCs who are they 👀

Oh dear. Sorry I forgot I hadn’t posted this it was in my drafts lol Doing my historical OCs because, well. I wanna and I feel like if I delved into any of my fantasy/sci-fi ones we’d be here ages

Fred Norefleet.

Of all the naval and broadly maritime ocs I have conjured over the years, he’s the most pathetic. By god is he trying his best, but he has continuously come up short in everything he’s done. He tries so hard and his life until recently was just other folk deciding what he was gonna be for him. He’s silent unless spoken to, tends to miss the forest for the trees, stares at you really intently when you’re talking, wishes more than anything to disappear into the background and his first words were probably “I’m sorry.”

That being said, he’s deeply loyal and supports his sisters and uncle financially with his wages. He’s a prime navigator and very detail-oriented, a team player and quite sneaky when need be and might actually make a lieutenant if he didn’t have a spine made from celery. He’s also quite sensitive about his lack of any formal education, receiving the good chunk of it when he became a midshipman. Quite protective, especially after the wreck as a kid. Became a bit of a chronic helper and control freak after that. Absolutely shit at fighting but an excellent sailor. Once dug shot out of his own hip, made it into a coin and carved a ship on it to give to his Friend. He’s that kind of person. He’s trans.

Morwenna Norefleet.

If Fred’s first words were “I’m sorry” then Morrie’s were “WASSON MATE.” The older of the twins by a minute, she and Fred were stuck together like glue until he went away to sea. She taught herself to read by studying the Bible and writes regularly to her brother. As both of them swapped names and gender, they’re quite close. She wants to open her own public house and inn or at least buy one (all the papers in Fred’s name of course). She’s a total flirt, especially with the out of town tinners and any “foreign” sailors (upcountry), even though she’s never settled down what with the whole trans thing. Morwenna embroiders very intricate flowers and landscapes. She once tried to do a ship for her uncle and it was less of a ship than it was a box with sticks. When Fred wouldn’t speak after his shipwreck and time spent stranded when they were 11, she felt really hurt. Especially when he went away to sea the same year, she was really lonely and would often sit in the St Juliot’s graveyard and cry privately. Nowadays she’s alright! Constantly worrying about her brother but also, she’s looking after her other sisters and their children and her uncle and working in an inn and working in the pilchard cellar. Her hevva cakes are amazing. She’s the strongest person in this family, has a deeply rooted sense of self and has boundless self confidence without ever being arrogant. Community and family are what’s important to her most of all, she teaches what she knows of Cornish to her little family members and teaches them to write and read and once hit one unruly patron so hard he woke up crying.

Callum Tredwen.

A mess. Is actively being hunted down by his own brother, is an ex-navy lieutenant, a mutineer and now smuggler. He’s on a suicide mission. He’s a lesbian and has an extremely doomed and unspoken relationship with his first mate. He’s probably committed multiple war crimes, he took a 21-year old doctor hostage and kidnapped him. He ought to be dead but he just won’t die. He’s a dick. An asshole. He’s all the confidence of Morwenna but without any compassion for others (lies, he does, he just rarely acts on it), the anxieties of Fred without any of the perspective. He hits first to avoid ever being hit himself. He refuses to let himself be loved or taken care of. He’s gotten his dearest friends killed and his own self maimed. This man wants blood and he’s going to get it, whether it’s his own or someone else’s. It’s been years and his gender is still “eeeeh.” The 2nd messiest fucker.

[hypodermicfroggy]

I wished for a Bioshock movie for Y E A R S

but now that we're finally getting one I don't want it

I do not have faith this is going to be a good adaption, I'm sorry, maybe 10 years ago this could have been a great passion project (especially if Gore Verbinski had been involved like originally planned) but I just know it's going to be an over-actioned, improperly funded (since it's a Netflix production they're absolutely going to either dump too much or not enough money in it then write it off as a failure if it doesn't 'perform' well enough), CGI-laden slop fest that doesn't even acknowledge or properly handle half the themes present in the series.

[girlivealwaysbean]

it would feel so nice to work towards a career that has meaningful impact and makes millions of people happy

[midnight-rice]

ok tumblr really *has* broken my speaking mannerisms, at work I found two cup lids that had melted together inseparably and muttered "this, too, is yuri" as if that's a normal thing to say on a sunday morning

[stinkrascal]

I CAN FINALLY EDIT MY SIM PICS YESSSSSS LOVE WINS ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[revvywevvy]

...I was bored and was rewatching all of the scv cutscenes to see if I missed any Pyrrha frames since ik im missing a few and like. i was wondering 'wow im feeling this huge pit in my chest i wonder why' and.

i just realized why.

seeing pat/rok/los anywhere near Pyrrha when she's got so/ul ed/ge and he's got so/ul ca/li/bur is giving me anxiety. i had to pause and close the tab bc my brain still doesn't trust his bitchass even if it's the part of the story where he tries to save Pyrrha instead of killing her,,,,,,,, but like- i've never forgotten about or forgiven him for killing Pyrrha the first time before that weird ass time travel retcon that happened immediately after 😭 i'm going to beat him with a giant fucking stick

[muninns-crannies]

I sincerely hope this shit haunts every single fucking one of you shitheel stalkers, I hope you know what you did and I hope you can't fucking sleep at night

It's thanks to you fuckin people my little sister almost died, all because of whatever fucking bullshit you put above her life. It's thanks to you all that she's gonna end up back with our fuckin mother who blames her for being fuckin kidnapped, trafficked and fuckin assaulted two years ago now. We've been fighting this case for a fucking year and you fucking shitwads are likely the reason it was all for fucking nothing.

It took fucking months to find her when she went missing, it took fucking months of begging and pleading and groveling on our fucking hands and knees only for the case to get dropped and me having to fucking do it myself. I found that fucking girl in the most destitute fucking place you can find yourself as a human being somehow fucking alive, and you people might be the reason it never fucking mattered.

You took one of the sweetest and most thoughtful, kind and smart kids on this earth and you made her so afraid of you she tried to fucking die to get away from you. She was doing so fucking good in learning to be ok and you worthless people fucked it all.

And guess what, Osa ain't the only one getting fucked because of yall, my brother's fuckin kid is getting tangled up with CPS now too because of you dipshits. My brother might lose his fucking son as well as our sister because of you fucking people!

If you people end up being the reason we've gotten our custody case with my sister fucked as well as the reason my brother loses his son with fuckin CPS, make no fucking mistake that I will burn the fucking earth you walk on, I will take everything you have and I will fucking burn it, do you understand me?

I will drag every fucking thing that exists on you out of the fucking ground, i will grind your fuckin image into the fucking dirt. I will make sure your life is just as fucked as hers is because of you.

You people have done a whole lot more then you fuckin intended I'm sure, was it worth it to harass a little girl hard enough she tried to fuckin end it to get away from you all?

You're all fucking pathetic, and I hope you burn in hell.

[inbabylontheywept]

so i left the mormon church as a teenager (15ish? 16?), but stayed in attendance until i was 20. i was pretty up front about the whole deciding-it-wasnt-true process with my bishop, who frankly took it really well, but it wasnt like i pulled all 150 ward members aside and had a heart to heart with them. anyway, i didnt believe, so at 19 i didnt go on a mission, and while some people in the ward were totally fine with that, others werent. and there was one woman in her late 50s who pulled me aside one day to interrogate me why i hadnt gone on a mission.

"the duty of every young man" she said.

and the thing is, im autistic. and a lot of people assume that when youre autistic, your social skills just arent very good. but thats not exactly true. your Be Polite skills are kind of eh, and they tend to stay that way, but as a sort of survival mechanism your Be Rude skills become amazing simply because you get put in tons of situations where your choices are to Function or Be Polite. and no one can choose Be Polite forever. the world demands function, it merely encourages politeness.

anyway, it can really catch neurotypicals by surprise, because hey, heres this kind of awkward, graceless guy, who stumbles over his words a lot and is very apologetic. hes probably a huge pushover. but i'm only like that when we're playing The Polite Game, because i am frankly kind of bad at it. but when its time to play The Rude Game, i go fucking ham and asking about the not-going-on-a-mission thing is Super Rude. so i said:

"sister hadlock... they wont let me go because i lit-er-ally cannot stop sucking dicks. i dont know why, its just so, so hard."

*dramatic pause*

"also - its very difficult to stop."

anyway, it almost killed her. i think she'd expected to just kind of steamroll me for the entire conversation, but the answer crushed her soul. instead of continuing her interrogation she made a noise like a horse drowning in a bog and left.

to add insult to injury, she went to the bishop after that, thinking he'd chew me out for being an ass, but instead he chewed her out for not minding her own business. then she went to my parents after that, who basically went "yeah, babylon was pretty rude. but youre also pretty rude. what are you, mad that he's better at it than you?"

i really loved that ward.