#dc jinx

[themoonlitsojourner]

It's still magic, it's still electricity, it's still impossible, endlessly improbable, that Jemma has chosen her.

Tara stops at the kitchen threshold, the book folded in her hand and her chest under thin t-shirt breathing hard through fierce lungs, fierce wonder. She looks upon god, bathed in late morning sunlight, pursing her lips and bowing her head over some academic publication. Everything smells of coffee and butter.

Tara lets the yearning in her ribcage win, crossing the vestibule between her and the altar (their breakfast bar), setting aside her book and wrapping both arms around Jemma. She would kneel, if she could. Is it enough to bow her shoulders, arch her body around Jemma and kiss her soft neck?

Jemma tilts her head, welcoming the embrace. Touches Tara's arm where it cradles the firm, prominent swell of her stomach, as if Tara's trying to do her part in carrying their unborn child. "There's coffee beside the fridge."

"I love you," is Tara's whisper, raspy in its just-awakened honesty, rough in its emotional depths.

And Jemma's smile is soft. Her fingertips the whisper of hazy summer breeze winding through Tara's hair. "I know."

She takes Jemma's wrists in cool, long fingers that Jemma has heard called those of a guitarist, or a pianist, when they have touched neither.

Rather, the hands of a surfer, boarder, drummer, lover, take Jemma's wrists and angle them to her mouth.

Jemma twists to face Tara. "Come here." A thrill jars her as Tara leans into her outstretched arms, slides her fingers under Jemma's thighs, and lifts her onto the counter. Jemma's hands find themselves on Tara's chest. Pressed flat against her warm graphic t-shirt, collarbones under Jemma's fingers and heartbeat under her palm. She is dizzy with the electric current traded between their bodies. Exhilarated.

Impossible to tell whose mouth makes contact, only that it's made. Jemma slides her hands up to cup Tara's jaw, just dipping her own head to bridge the narrow gap between them. Tara keeps her hands on Jemma's thighs, gripping and pulling herself in, craning her neck to catch Jemma's mouth.

A laugh breaks sudden into the air, Jemma's as Tara tugs her off the counter and onto her hips. The impulsive motion jumps her heart into her throat like the drop on a roller coaster, dragging a delighted gasp from her throat. Tara grins, flipping her hair and stepping back from the counter, hands clasped under Jemma now. She goes smiling into the next kiss.

Jemma presses in, trusting Tara's capable hands, strong enough to pull her from the edges of self destruction and certainly strong enough to hold her now. She fits their bodies together as close as the curvature of her stomach allows, locking her ankles behind Tara's back. Winding her arms around Tara's neck, one hand fisting in her hair and eliciting a muffled whimper.

Tara has taken them all the way to the wall, Jemma realizes at the slight impact of her lover's slim shoulders against it. Barely worth noticing, until Tara frees her mouth with a gasp. Smiles up at her. "Hey." That crooked smile, the darling chipped tooth. "Good morning." Thumb rubbing circles on bare thigh.

"Oh, I'd already gotten the message." Jemma brushes Tara's hair out of her face, and watches her laugh. Sunshine. Pure sunshine. She is such a softie, when you get down to it. Startling, really, how so few seem to realize.

Tara relaxes, leaning against the wall, as though this were a comfortable, everyday sort of position. Far from Jemma to complain, though. Not when they are so close Tara's breath lifts her ribcage gently, firmly, against Jemma's stomach on every inhale.

Jemma shifts her hips, on a hunch it may make her easier to hold, and Tara's body language dips into concern.

Her grip tightens, one palm traveling to support Jemma's low back. "Um. Are you comfortable?"

Jemma cradles her face. Kisses her mouth long, hard, marking Tara's lip lightly with her teeth as she leaves. "Yes."

Tara runs her tongue over her mouth, erasing the pinprick of blood. Using the wall at her back, she lowers them slowly to the floor, evidently unconvinced. Her other hand drifts to Jemma's back as well, short nails scratching lightly.

Jemma purses her lips and studies Tara. The careful neutral expression. The tell-tale ghost of a line between her brows. The way she focuses on the motion of her hands and not meeting Jemma's gaze. Jemma taps two fingers twice against Tara's chin, jerking her attention back.

"Tara. What is it?"

She flushes. Sort of shrugs, eyes already beginning to wander.

Jemma reaches behind herself for Tara's hands and moves them to her middle.

Tara freezes, attention cemented in place now, her emotions pulled out of hiding to swirl, visible, vibrant, and anxious, behind deep-water blue eyes.

Jemma closes her hand over one of Tara's, flattening them both against her stomach. "Talk to me."

Tara stares at their hands. "I-" She squeezes her eyes shut. Blows out a breath deep enough to drop her shoulders. "I'm sorry."

Jemma runs her thumb over Tara's knuckles. "Mm."

"It's... I thought I was ready."

A slight stirring flutters deep in Jemma's belly, the sort only she can detect. The sort she rarely notices anymore, thanks to all the stronger, more focused movements that have mostly replaced them. A stray thought passes through-- she wonders how likely it is that their daughter could decide to kick at this precise moment, under the precise location of Tara's hand, and whether that would prove helpful or difficult. "Are you scared?"

That lovely half-smile, sheepish now.

Jemma squeezes her hand. "Good."

Tara's smile turns a bit realer, the corner taking on the same confused tilt as one of her eyebrows.

"Do you think I'm not?" Jemma asks gently, lightly. She runs her free hand over where her formerly toned midsection --which she had frankly been quite proud of-- has instead considerably rounded out. A small price, in her opinion. "This is... It's terrifying."

As Tara watches, a flicker of something like disbelief crosses Jemma's face. Something like wonder.

Tara is in wonder too, and she bends to prove it. She presses a kiss to Jemma's belly, to where the love of her life's body protects, grows, and carries their kid, and I am in awe of you, of this, is what the kiss says. You amaze me. In so many ways. In all the ways.

Jemma clears her throat. "I love you too, you know." And sometimes her voice comes out brittle around the edges. A little fragile. And the crazy thing is no one else could tell. No one else could feel how much she means what she says and how it is bravery, and going against every protective instinct she has to say it and mean it.

It's Tara's freakin' honor. To be the one who gets to hear that and understand it. She sits up and opens her arms. And as though she has anticipated this, Jemma is already moving her legs out of the way so she can sit sideways on Tara's lap, where she can rest her head on her shoulder.

Tara wraps Jemma up in her arms and kisses her temple. Jemma closes her eyes, and exhales, and washing over her is this sense that she doesn't have to be strong right now. She doesn't have to defend herself here. She can... She can be...

Well, she can be the one who's... who's protected. It's...

She trusts her.

[niagaragrape]

i REALLY like jinx ..

[clarissasbakery]

jinx redesign and my first draft 🩷! i took inspo from @/lazaruspiss w the pink!! it’s a shame she was white washed in teen titans

[muushi-shi]

Cyborg and Jinx valentines day💫

[ciccerone]

goth sandwich by SYTOkun

[incorrectteentitans]

Cyborg: Bro-

Jinx: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Jinx: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

[ao3statistics]

Victor Stone (Cyborg) top ships maybe?

This is self-made. Date: 15.05.2024

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Includes all fandoms connected to the name "Victor Stone".

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[lady-stirling]

Jinx's new design! I really liked how they mixed the animated and comic version~

[the-lighthouse-lit]

The Club of Unauthorized Heroes - Year 2

Fandom: Teen Titans

Pairings: BBxRae, BBxTer, RobxStar, CyxBee

Rating: T

Summary: The ambiguously-named Project Club of Murakami High has established themselves as not-so-secret superheroes for hire. But while the team navigates the pressure of being out in the open and worries that their stint of big missions was just a fluke, a new threat set out to dismantle everything they’ve worked for brews right underneath their noses. [High School AU]

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Chapter 29: May. It was just a school club p.5

Preview:

“You know what?" said Vic "I wouldn’t want the club back if they offered. I don’t want the responsibility the whole student body made us feel. Those stupid missions they gave us! I’m glad it’s over!”

“You do not mean that,” Kori told Vic. “I know you know it was a good thing.”

“It was a good thing,” said Raven. “But it was. It’s in the past. We tried to change things, and we had some successes, and ultimately failed. We just have to deal with that.”

“We didn’t try that hard,” Dick said quietly. He looked up at his friends; he hadn’t decided if he wanted them to hear that, but they already had.

“What?” Raven’s voice sounded small.

Dick hesitated. Could he really say it? Was he even right? “We didn’t take every mission seriously. We didn’t take everyone who came to us seriously.”

Read:   On AO3 On FF.Net

[squirrel-gay]

I'm one of those witches, babe

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

THIS WEEK’S EPISODE OF NXTB (Next X-Treme Tumblr Blorbo)

GOTH GIRL ALLIANCE, A NEW STABLE FORMING?

After a string of humiliating losses, Jinx (Teen Titans) has decided that in order to change her fortunes, she must join forces with some of the other wrestlers in NXTB. She comes up with the plan to form a “Goth Girl Alliance”, hoping that she could use the team to her advantage in her quest to become NXTB Women’s Champion.

Of course, she won’t say that her reason for forming the stable is for her own benefit. In her words, it’s all for “goth solidarity”.

[timdrakegf]

jinx 🌷moodboard

“i’m bad luck - good was never an option for me”

“what? you never went to a seance before?”

[clarissasbakery]

testing out colors and backgrounds with my jinx redesign !

[talk3tiv3]

I know most of us have watched Teen Titans animated series and

There's the Jinx we grew up watching.

However, I looked into her style in the comics and

HOW did this sorceress end up looking like a teenage goth kid? So, i had a personal project to design my own Jinx.

This is my version of Jinx.

Do not repost or edit my artworks as your own :) Seek permission beforehand. Thanks.

[ciccerone]

[sleepyking]

OH MY GOD JINX

As a big Jinx x Raven fan, should I pair her with Jinx or Gar in my fic?? HELP I CANT DECIDE