#jinclex

[littjara-mirrorlake]

I absolutely love that this card made it through every step of card production from concepting to print and everyone involved looked at it and decided "yeah let's print this with all its implications"

happy pride

[ask-the-praetors]

GITAXIAS. PUT DOWN YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE SCALPEL. IT IS PRIDE MONTH. EVEN YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. -V

What is it now, you slobbering slimeball? You want me to make like. Gay Phyrexians? What. -J

NOT QUITE. -V

(The remaining content appears to be tastefully censored.)

[memento--moray]

The "G" in LGBT stands for "Gitaxias".

Bonus sketch:

[core-augur]

Ebon Praetor, Divorce Lawyer

Well, we finally know who's been filing all the paperwork at least...

Redraw of this old thing: the image that eventually led to me making my online MtG friends!

[xantchaslegacy]

Still two main stories and the epilogue left but the way things are shaping up if Norn gets taken out of the picture that just leaves Jin and Vorinclex to lead whatever's left of New Phyrexia like two dads who have to get married for tax reasons in a romcom.

[jacebeleren]

jinclex

HEHE

[voice-of-dissent]

lord help me i had to explain the jinclex breeding pool card to a friend who doesn't play magic

[littjara-mirrorlake]

YOURE TELLING ME NEARLY EIGHT THOUSAND PEOPLE HAVE LOOKED AT MY JINCLEX YAOI POST ???????? 😭😭😭😭😭

[littjara-mirrorlake]

@memento--moray I am absolutely adopting the Simic/Jinclex nomenclature for my decks now btw.

Simic is when blue and green work together as intended and create a functioning, cohesive deck.

Jinclex is when you mash blue and green together repeatedly, loudly, and with great enthusiasm but find no satisfaction at the end.

[memento--moray]

When will you draw jin holding hands with his boyfriend vorinclex?

They're somewhere between divorce 3 and 4.

This was a fun request, and a good excuse to practice drawing Vorinclex!

Bonus sketches because I like this ship:

[ask-the-praetors]

V and J should smooch

(She snickers.) Oh, they'd hate this letter if they could read it~ thankfully, they're busy at the moment. -S

Busy? Those fools spent the opening phase of my glorious invasion arguing, and only now do they decide to put their useless selves to work? Any collaboration of theirs had best create a tremendous boon to Phyrexia, for all the time they've wasted until now. -E

Oh, what's that sound? Speak of the devil~ -S

...As I was saying, Vorinclex, which you would have processed the first time had you been capable of listening, the crucial element which drives my Great Synthesis is the continuous iteration of the research process, not the fumbling you call nature. If you truly seek my illuminated advice, let alone my ichor, on the creation of your ideal- creature- -J

SHUT UP, JIN. NORN? SHEOLDRED? WHAT'S ALL THIS? -V

It is about time you showed yourselves. Explain your... what is that slime? -E

WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW? -V

Why is it green?? -E

[littjara-mirrorlake]

[littjara-mirrorlake]

The test subject Jin-Gitaxias was to work on crouched in the center of the laboratory, rippling muscle joined to fur and metal with the measured precision of an anatomical diagram. Coarse dark hair wreathed his face of bare bone, and his flesh continually unraveled and re-knit itself upon a robust skeletal scaffolding. The researchers scurrying about him with their lean chrome frames seemed almost insubstantial in comparison. Scientific trivialities blinked through their minds, caught by Jin's telepathy–update measured reaction time; refine musculoskeletal interfacing; test compatibility of new tibia–as all the while their patchwork beast sat on his haunches and watched them silently, an unsettling keenness in his hollow eye sockets. 

A novel predicament, for certain.

Jin shifted his telepathic attention to the workings of the test subject's mind. A single concept, fierce and wordless, struck him like a hammer's blow–

Hunger–

And in one smooth movement the beast swung his skull around to meet Jin's gaze, maw gaping slightly as if to taste the air. 

"Another one of you." Though the beast did not look away from Jin, he instead addressed the scientists beside him. His words emerged disjointedly from newly stitched-together vocal cords. "Is this one here to observe me, too?"

"That," head researcher K'rezakx said, emerging from a small huddle of their subordinates, "is junior researcher Jin-Gitaxias, our newest recruit." K'rezakx turned to Jin and indicated their test subject with one needle-tipped appendage. "Jin-Gitaxias, this is the creation which I spoke of in our initial meeting, formed of material from the green mana nexus. We call him Vorinclex."

Vorinclex growled lowly as if in thought, tipping his snout upward and inhaling. "That one is different. Something is in the air."

The least you could do is address me directly, Jin thought, but he strained to hold his tongue. He could not risk falling short in K'rezakx's judgement, not after the researcher had offered him a position on such an uncommon project.

"Astute observation, Vorinclex," K'rezakx responded. "You are sensing a high concentration of mana. Psionic energy, to be specific. Jin-Gitaxias is what we know as a telepath."

"Telepath," Vorinclex repeated. Slowly, methodically, sampling each syllable. "What is that?"

"The neurocirculatory lattice of his ichor possesses an affinity for resonating with the same. In other words, he is capable of reading and speaking directly into our minds."

"Yes," Jin cut in irritably, unable to take being ignored any longer. "Such abilities, requiring extended study in others, have always been trivial for me to channel. They have allowed me to accumulate the prowess that gained me this research position–and I am, I should mention, the most recently compleated initiate to do so."

To his frustration, Vorinclex did not seem to regard this information highly. He looked to Jin and K'resakx and back again. "Welcome, then, initiate," he snorted. "I expect I will see you in the operating theater before long." 

And with that Vorinclex turned, loping away from the two with an all-too-casual gait. Jin watched him go, hissing under his breath.

[core-augur]

Phyrexian wedding.

[core-augur]

Diligently depicting the Jin-Gitaxias love triangle.