#gamer!jinx

[myrruwrites]

Streamer!Jinx headcanons.

Just some basic ideas and drabbles pooled into one post. I see a lot of streamer!ellie and streamer!vi, but barely any jinx if any at all. I don’t know, I just think she’d be the funniest streamer ever.

CW: Cursing? bits of Jinx x f!reader. jokes about jinx being cancelled, homophobia mentions.

Streamer!Jinx who got surprised when she blew up pretty fast. For the wrong reasons, Ofcourse (controversy, because she can’t keep her mouth shut), but once it smoothed over she gained a lot of following from it.

She has no filter. None. The second something pops into her head, she says it aloud. She deals with the consequences afterwards.

Her room is either really messy, or oddly tidy. On that note, Streamer!Jinx that decorated her whole setup and desk, plus her headphones. They’re all covered in scribbles and spraypaint.

Streamer!Jinx that sometimes manages to convince you to play on stream with her, addressing you as a close friend to keep you both comfortable and safe online.

She constantly says “chat” and “gang”, even when she’s not streaming. Vi and Ekko pick up on it and comment on it frequently, using it to tease her.

Rages at Minecraft. 100%. She joined MCC, just to ragequit half way through because her team was in dead last. Her chat watched her leave the server and walk out of her room on the webcam. She had to take a whole 15 minuet break and come back with a cup of coffee to calm down.

She would start a Minecraft hardcore series just to hide in a hole as soon as it turns night, before logging off and never returning.

"Guys this is my first episode of... MINECRAFT HARDCORE!

...

Chat this seems to be my first AND last episode."

Jinx who accidentally revealed your relationship on live. She slipped up and called you "darling" or "babe", and her chat never dropped it.

"BABE?!"

"Holy shit did she just call her babe?"

"Ladies, we have a chance!"

"DID WE HEAR THAT RIGHT"

She tried to change the topic, "We’re going to win this round!", to say she lost, and her chat didn’t drop the topic, would be an understatement.

She got cancelled for homophobia once, because she went on a 'just chill and talk' live about how she didn’t approve of Caitlyn and Vi being together. It got taken the wrong way and had to explain that she’s infact Queer with a girlfriend. She defended herself with "Guys, I’m literally dating.." after she revealed your relationship, and then went on a rant sesh about you. She’s the biggest yapper ever.

Her twitch account got banned or suspended once because she got so mad at a kid on Fortnite that she cursed him out and went overboard. (Again, she has no filter).

She mainly plays Minecraft and gun games. But sometimes she’ll do longer lives for charity where she’ll play the chat’s top pick.

She accidentally showed your face on stream once, forgetting to tell you her webcam was on. You didn’t realise until later that day there were edits of you on your own fyp or twitter TL. "Babe, you might wanna see this.."

Jinx still gets confused whenever she sees an edit of herself. Also, she has a public favourite folder of edits of you. She doesn’t know how to edit it to make it private.

Once you got comfortable showing your face on webcam, Jinx hosted a “do my hair and Q&A” stream where you braided and brushed her hair while you both answered questions. Any excuse to spend time with you at the same time as working.

Notes: first time ever writing jinx, so I thought I’d start with headcanons. Do we want a streamer!jinx fic? Like an actual fic? Pls give me ideas on what to write abt her

[jifloulette]

i cannot stop imagining what it would be like to sit on nagi's lap as he's playing games on his phone like hello??

you would be creeping behind his back and resting your chin on his shoulder when you ask him if you could sit on his lap and he would cut you off as if he telepathically knew what you were about to say. it'll go like "seiii, can i-" "okay." but you weren't one to complain though because you'd do anything if it meant you were able to snuggle up with your boyfriend, nagi would probs infect you with the touch-starved behavior because once you started dating him, you discovered how much you loved physical touch the same way he didddd!!

you gave him a quick peck on his head while muttering a little 'thank you' under your breath as you cheekily sit on top of him. he'd quickly wrap his arms around your small figure too, resting his chin on your shoulder as you play with his hair. moments like these were peaceful and quiet ones to say the least, the two of you really didn't need to verbally communicate with one another to tell how much you cherished each other, actions speak louder than words, right?

you'd get bored of the silence too eventually and you'd ask him what game he was playing, he'd explain that it was a shooting-pvp type of game, like codm but less known. he adds that he chose to play it because the players in it are dumber and don't know how to play well so he wins easily and that just what he wants. but theeeen he'd get tired and bored, turning off his phone to focus on cuddling with you and before the two of you know it, he's already fast asleep with you quickly following him !

[gorebrain]

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⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ coming through” ⭑.ᐟ

ミ꒲ 💬 ꒱  ⫶ㅤ Jinx ᎓ 2XKO ┊⌨️ᝰ ꒱

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[pinyeti]

IM NOT EV3N SORRY

here take IT

[last-dropsevi]

Game over, Restart?

Summary: You have a decision to make (~1.9k words)

Pairing~ Gamer Sevika x fem reader

Warning: minute obsessive behaviors, normal sevika crime stuff. Masterlist

The apartment was dim, lit only by the flickering screen of your battered computer. The hum of your monitor filled the silence, punctuated occasionally by muffled sounds from the next room. Your father was yelling again—his voice slurred, anger spilling from him in waves that vibrated through the thin walls. You tried to ignore it, focus on anything else, but it was impossible not to feel the weight of it pressing on you.

Life in the Undercity had always been hard, but lately, it felt unbearable. Your father, once a pillar of strength, had crumbled under the addiction of shimmer, and you were left to pick up the pieces. Between balancing an insecure work and controlling his downward spiral, he had little room to breathe, let alone dream of something better. Gaming was your only escape and source of peace. It wasn't much—a battered headset and a secondhand PC—but it was enough to create a small oasis of calm amidst the turmoil. Logging into Call of Duty felt like entering another universe, one where the weight of the Undercity could not reach you. Tonight, the game loaded slowly, and the screen led you to a familiar lobby. The voice in your earpiece greeted you before you could even look at the team roster.

“Late again?” The voice was low and gravelly, tinged with playful tone. “Don’t tell me you were hiding from me.”

A grin tugged at your lips. “Hiding? Please. I was doing you a favor, giving you time to mentally prepare for another loss.”

The voice chuckled, deep and throaty. “You talk big for someone I carried through our last match.”

“Carried? You died at least five times,” you shot back, already settling into the rhythm of your usual banter.

This was Sevika. Or at least that's what she named herself on the internet. You’ve been playing on a regular basis for months, and the two of you had formed an easy friendship that flowed over from the game into late-night talks. Her sharp wit and constant presence had become a lifeline for you, a link to something secure in a world that seemed to move beneath your feet at all times.

The matches started as nothing more than casual fun, a distraction from the chaos of your life. But as the weeks turned into months, your conversations began to drift beyond the confines of the game. Sevika had a way of asking questions that made you want to answer, even when you weren’t sure you should.

“What would you do,” she asked one night, “if you had enough money to get out of there?”

The question caught you off guard. “Out of where?”

“The Undercity. Zaun. All of it.”

You hesitated, fingers hovering over your keyboard. “I don’t know. I guess... I’d get a place. A real place. Somewhere quiet, where I wouldn’t have to worry about shimmer or my job or...” You trailed off, realizing how much you’d said. “What about you?”

Sevika’s laugh crackled through the headset. “That’s easy. I’d get a new rig. This setup’s been falling apart for years. Pretty sure it’s held together with duct tape and prayers.”

Her humour was dry, and her words filled with a sarcasm that seemed all too familiar. But there was something reassuring about it, too—a sense that she understood, even if she didn't say it out loud. Over time, your conversations deepened, becoming something closer to confessions. Sevika never pried, but her presence made it easy to talk, to let the words spill out when the weight of your day felt like too much to carry alone.

One night, after a particularly grueling shift at work, you found yourself venting without even meaning to. “It’s just... everything feels like it’s falling apart. My dad’s getting worse, work’s a nightmare, and I can’t... I can’t keep doing this.”

There was a pause on her end, the soft hum of static filling the silence before she spoke. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said finally, her voice quieter than usual. “Most people would’ve given up by now. But you’re still here, holding it together.”

“Barely,” you muttered, leaning back in your chair.

“Barely still counts,” she replied, her tone soft but firm. “And if you ever need someone to talk to... well, you’ve got me.”

For all the things you shared about your life, Sevika remained a mystery. She was guarded, her words carefully chosen, but every now and then, she’d let something slip—a glimpse of the woman behind the voice.

“You ever been in a fight?” you asked one night, after she’d saved you from yet another ambush in-game.

“Plenty,” she said, her tone light but edged with something darker.

“Like, real fights?”

“Real enough,” she said. “It’s kind of... part of the job.”

“What do you do, anyway?”

She hesitated, and for a moment, you thought she wouldn’t answer. “Security,” she said finally. “Let’s leave it at that.”

You didn’t press her, sensing that her answer was more complicated than she let on. But it only made you more curious, more drawn to the enigma that was Sevika.

It was eight months in when everything changed.

“Do you ever think about meeting up?” Sevika asked one night, her voice unusually hesitant.

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. “What, like in person?”

“Yeah,” she said, her tone casual but carrying an undercurrent of vulnerability. “I mean, we’ve been doing this for months now. Don’t you think it’s time?”

You paused, your thoughts whirling with potential outcomes and anxieties. You had never thought about meeting someone from a game, and the thought made your stomach turn. “I don’t know,” you said finally. “It’s... risky.”

“Come on,” Her voice grew softer as she pressed. "Don't you trust me?" You didn't know, even though you wanted to say yes. Although Sevika seemed trustworthy, you couldn't get rid of the voice in your head that kept reminding you of all possible dangers.

“Think about it,” she said when you didn’t respond. “I’ll be at a place called The Last Drop tomorrow night. If you want to meet, I’ll be there.”

The bar was darker and smokier than you’d imagined, the air heavy with the scent of alcohol and tension. You hesitated in the doorway, scanning the room for any sign of her.

And then you saw her. Her eyes locked onto yours from across the room, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

She stood at the bar, her broad shoulders and imposing frame unmistakable. She was even taller than you’d imagined, her cybernetic arm gleaming under the dim lights. The sharp angles of her face were softened only slightly by the faint smile that tugged at her lips as she spotted you.

“You came,” she said, pushing off the bar and striding toward you.

Her voice was the same, but everything else was different. This wasn’t just Sevika, your gaming partner. This was Sevika, second-in-command to Silco.

For a moment, you were too stunned to speak. She was more than you’d imagined, both intimidating and disarmingly human.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d actually show up,” she admitted, her voice softer than you’d expected.

“Neither was I,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika smiled, a small, almost shy expression that seemed out of place on someone so commanding. But as the two of you talked, you saw glimpses of the woman you’d come to know—the sharp humor, the quiet strength, the rare moments of vulnerability.

And yet, beneath it all, there was a darkness you couldn’t ignore. Her world was dangerous, her life filled with risks you weren’t sure you were ready to take.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, her eyes meeting yours. “This... my job, my life—it’s dangerous. I won’t lie about that. But I meant it when I said I wanted to meet you. I don’t... I don’t feel this way about people often.”

Her honesty was disarming, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say.

“I need to think about it,” you said finally, your voice trembling.

Sevika nodded, though the disappointment in her eyes was clear. “Take your time,” she said. “I’ll wait.”

As you left the bar that night, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Sevika was everything you’d feared and more than you’d hoped for. The question now was whether you were willing to take the risk to be with her—or if it was safer to let her go.

Masterlist

Yall I lost active sleep tryna do this one but ayeeeeeee we got it. I LEARNED HOW TO DO DIVIDERS now it’s just the inbox thang. But thanks for making it all the way down here get some sleep stay hydrated and keep loving Sevika. ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃

[deemaalawa]

Clouded eyes & balled fists!

Vi! Arcane! Season two! Still recovering!

[xi-xi-chen]

[starsloversstuff]

Vi from arcane :3

[neutral-simplicity]

Decided to try out the Arcane trend. The makeup was meant to be like Jinx’s but it’s *hardddd*. Also tried to find the outfit I’d wear if I was in the show and sadly I lack stripes so this is what I settled on. We have silly Cait inspired beret or silly Vi inspired red jacket

[blightbrxt]

Cozy Jinx

[myrruwrites]

PLEASE write more streamer jinx😩🙏🙏 I only ever see other characters. it was so funny reading it and imagining what out of pocket things jinx would say

“Long night” | Gf!Jinx doing streaming marathons.

A/N: This is just meant to be a rough draft, putting some thoughts into words. I’m aware it’s not my best work, I just really wanted to give it a shot. Reader wears glasses btw! | thank you a ton for giving me an excuse to write more of this. I love streamer!jinx. I hope this is alright!

WC: 400(?), CC: 2,155 | CW: Gunshot mentions. Jinx is a Fortnite lover. | Pairing: Streamer!Jinx x F!Reader.

You toss and turn, stirring slightly in your sleep. Your eyes flutter open slightly, your gaze meeting the numbers on the alarm clock. 4:00am. “What the fuck am I doing up at 4am?” You think to yourself. You roll onto your side to see if Jinx is asleep still, but to your surprise, you find the spot next to you empty and cold, like she hadn’t been there for hours. Where is she?

That’s when you hear it, the slight sound of gunshots. You let out a soft sigh, prying the covers off of you as you stumble to your feet. You know exactly where Jinx is, exactly what she’s doing.

As you wrap your favourite robe around you, you slide your glasses on. You make your way through the hallway, and unsurprisingly, the door at the end has a bright light peeking through. You can hear the gunshots get louder, mixed with playful rambling. “Ha! Take that! Chat, did you see that?! Headshot!”. A soft smile forms on your face at the familiar voice. You make your way up to the door, before creaking it open slightly. Surely enough, Jinx was sat playing Fortnite attentively, her webcam clearly on.

She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to chat, so you decide to use this to your advantage. You slide into the room, creeping closer. At this point you can see the chat yourself. They’re all saying hello to you, pointing you out. However, Jinx seems completely oblivious to your presence. You place your palms over her headphones, your fingers lightly tugging at them and prying them off her head. It’s at this moment she snaps back to reality and her surroundings, she tilts her head back, looking up into your eyes, “hey tuts!”, before turning back to chat. “why didn’t-ya warn me she was here?”. You laugh softly before responding on behalf of her chat, “they did, I saw them. You just weren’t paying attention, little miss blue.” She scowls as you playfully poke her nose, but you can see the undeniable smirk forming on the edge of her lips. “Yeah yeah, just get in here.” she murmurs, hauling you onto her lap before focusing on her game once more.

“Fuck! That cunt was afk killing me! Chat, I’m so gonna get her back!”

God, she’s such a doofus. Atleast she’s your doofus... this is going to be a long night.

[m-e-stanley]

ARCANE NERDS, ASSEMBLE!!!

I have a couple of questions for you guys

What the fuck are these two images?

Help reblog or share till you get to someone that knows cos I'm curious as hell 😭

What's this ffs

[auromzayart]

Me and the boys roud to the the worst game of our lives 😩👌🏻 🌟"The two faces of the player"🌟 After more than a month working on this, I finally finished it! 💖 I really appreciate this drawing because of what's behind it, without a doubt League of Legends is one of the most toxic games that exist, but despite that, my friends were always there, we spent a lot of laughter and carelessness in multiple hours playing it for there from 2016-2018 🤗 (I´m Jinx)

Process: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjqSaQG7/

[jadegretz]

Jinx: Pandemonium Personified by Jade Gretz

In the heart of Zaun's labyrinthine underbelly, a sinister game of cat and mouse was about to unfold. The night was thick with the scent of oil and decay, a fitting backdrop for the clash between two of the most unpredictable forces the city had ever seen. Jinx, the manic, wild-eyed harbinger of chaos, grinned as she hefted her rocket launcher onto her shoulder, the weapon's weight a familiar comfort. She could feel the thrill of impending destruction coursing through her veins, every nerve alight with anticipation. Her opponent, however, was something far darker and more menacing than the usual Piltover enforcers or rival gang members she was used to facing.

The vampiric reaper had come to Zaun with a purpose, drawn by the chaos that Jinx left in her wake. He was a creature of the night, his pale skin contrasting sharply with the crimson that dripped from his elongated fangs. His presence was an anomaly in Zaun, where most feared the terrors of the smog-filled streets and the lethal concoctions brewed in back-alley labs. But the reaper was no ordinary foe. He was an embodiment of death itself, a hunter who thrived on the fear and lifeblood of his prey. And tonight, his eyes were set on Jinx.

Jinx skipped through the deserted streets, humming a tune that only she could hear, her mismatched eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. She knew she was being hunted, could feel it in the way the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. But fear was a foreign concept to her, drowned out by the constant cacophony of voices in her head, urging her to find the next big bang. Her mind raced with the possibilities, each more destructive than the last.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" she sang, her voice echoing off the cracked walls of the abandoned buildings. She fired a rocket into a nearby building for good measure, the explosion sending debris raining down onto the street. The destruction was beautiful, a masterpiece of chaos, but it did little to lure out her quarry.

The reaper, however, was patient. He watched from the shadows, his eyes glowing faintly in the darknes …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

[vampirebiter]

seeing too much arcane these days i hope all those gay bitches blow up

[last-dropsevi]

Chat how do we feel about gamer sevikaaaaa????