#jinx LoL

[wretchedwitchpussy]

I wish I could've found you in another universe vs. you found me in every universe

[bestwitchsam]

We urgently need to talk about the beauty of Jinx in the parallel universe, guys. #ArcaneAct3

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

one thing I find really interesting about these frames is that if you look at the background (instead of the heartwrenching focus of the frame) piltover looks different

like physically, without hextech, piltover doesn't reach as high. the gap between zaun and piltover is lessened. and there's the different between healthy, vibrant plants and twisted chain link fences. also the amount of light, AND there's more stars in powder's universe, implying the air is clearer. god this show is good.

[imsogirlkisser]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ Powder + Jinx.

[mycaitvi]

HEADERS ARCANE

[peachtvs]

Hidden Details in Arcane Season 2 Act 3

When Ekko is first introduced into the other world, he's disoriented, and we see him looking at himself confused as hell into the reflection.

Right after, thats where Powder pulls up in that universe. Powder here will be who I refer to as the non-traumatized version of Jinx, who she could've been and who she is in this alternative universe.

But, before we even get to see Powder, Ekko sees her reflection:

This isn't Powder's reflection, this isn't even her character model. This can be seen when we do actually see Powder:

Powder is smiling, her eyebags aren't as defined, her skin has these warm undertones, the front of her eyebrows aren't furrowed, and her sclera show under her iris isn't visible. But, in the reflection, we see what Ekko sees her as—the "deadpanned"master criminal", dangerous Jinx in his universe, the Jinx with cool, almost sickly skin, a frown, sharper eyes that show the sclera beneath her iris, and her eyebrows knit together like she's always disturbed.

And the craziest thing is, this scene only plays for 3 whole seconds in arcane.

THREE SECONDS

The attention to detail in arcane to show the audience the difference between the Jinx Ekko knows and the Powder he's meeting here is astounding, and the animators include these tiny details that they don't even know if people will ever appreciate, but they're still added.

that's the beauty of arcane.

[sheriffkit]

Where would you be without her

[luneillusoire]

hair holds memories 🪼

[pheracy]

Jinx's traces of make up after she has cried looks like Vi's face tattoo but backwards and they both have it in their left cheek.

Besides, her final look and outfit resembles her sister's in S1 and S2. The bandages covering her chest and the new hairstyle with the shaved undercut on the same side is also similar to Vi's.

After all it seems like Vi and Powder cannot coexist in the same timeline or dimension. When Powder lives, Violet doesn't. When Vi lives, Jinx decides not to. "Always with you, sis".

The parallels, the attention to detail and the design for each character in Arcane is insane. I can't believe this amazing series is over. I'm gonna miss these sisters like they were my relatives.

[ysaona]

[ha-rinrin]

Holding On

WARNING: This definitely counts as spoiler for act 3.

Summary: Jinx thinks she too far gone, but you think exactly the opposite.

Pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

Wordcount: 829

Authors note: I decided to cope with writing so I'm back guys :)

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The air was thick with tension, the faint hum of the explosives making everything feel heavier. Jinx stood in the center of the room, her body trembling with the weight of her thoughts. The bomb was in her hands—its cruel, ticking countdown echoing through her head, matching the frantic pace of her heartbeat.

She looked at the device, her eyes wild with something darker than madness. Her fingers were just inches away from pulling the trigger. The detonator. The end. She could feel it. The destruction. The chaos.

But there was something else too. Something so faint, you almost missed it—a desperation that even Jinx couldn't hide.

You didn’t know how you got here, only that you had to get to her before it was too late. Your heart pounded in your chest as you rushed into the room, your eyes locking onto her figure.

"Jinx!" you called, your voice strong, breaking through the sound of the countdown. She didn't look up. Not at first.

"Don't even think about it," you said, your voice sharper now, cutting through the tense silence that had surrounded her. You knew you were running out of time.

Her head snapped up, her eyes filled with something you couldn't read, a whirlwind of anger, pain, and confusion. The bomb was still in her hands, her fingers trembling, but she didn’t move.

"You think you can stop me?" she whispered, her voice hoarse, raw. "You think I care?"

You took a step closer, your hands raised in a gesture of caution, but your resolve was unwavering. "I care, Jinx. I care more than you know. But this… this isn't you."

Her lips curled into a bitter smile, but her eyes betrayed her. They were glassy, unfocused. "Who else am I supposed to be, huh?" The words were jagged, broken, just like her. "I’ve lost everyone. I don’t even know who I am anymore."

"You're Jinx," you said, your voice softening as you took another step forward. "You're the girl I… I can’t lose, not like this." You swallowed, your heart aching with every word you spoke. "Please, put the bomb down."

For a long moment, she just stood there, her face unreadable, as though trying to make sense of the chaos in her mind. Then she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, but you heard it clearly.

"You’ve been the best girlfriend… the best person in my life. You know that, right?" Her hand trembled, but she didn't pull away. Her eyes didn’t meet yours as she spoke, but you could see the hint of something breaking in her gaze. "I’m sorry… but I don't think I can keep going like this. I don't know how much more of me you can take."

"Jinx, no…" you breathed, stepping closer, your heart pounding as the weight of her words hit you.

"You deserve someone who can be whole," she continued, her voice cracking, the words spilling out before she could stop them. "You deserve someone who can… stay. I don’t even know who I am anymore. But you—" She stopped, shaking her head, a faint laugh escaping her lips, bitter and broken. "You were everything. Thank you. Thank you for everything."

"Don’t you dare," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Don’t you dare say goodbye. Not like this."

Her hand tightened on the detonator again, her fingers almost convulsing, but she was silent, the look in her eyes telling you more than any words could.

You couldn’t let her go, not like this.

“Please, Jinx,” you whispered desperately, your voice barely audible. "I need you. I love you. I can’t lose you. You don’t have to do this. You’re worth so much more than all of this. We’ll figure it out together. Please."

She looked at you then, her lips trembling, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. The bomb in her hand felt like nothing compared to the weight of the emotion that filled the room. She slowly lowered the detonator, her hands shaking as she clutched it loosely, a faint tremble passing through her.

"I'm too far gone," she said, barely above a whisper, her voice breaking. "But maybe... maybe I still have something left. I can't leave you alone"

You reached for her then, slowly, gently. She didn't flinch as you took her hand in yours, her fingers cold but now gripping you back, even if just a little.

"I can't let you go," you said softly, your voice trembling but firm. "Please... don't leave me like this."

For the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself lean against you, her body trembling. The bomb was still in her hand, but she wasn’t holding onto it anymore.

"I don't deserve you," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

And for once, there was no chaos. Just the fragile thread of connection between you, something both of you clung to as if it could mend the broken pieces. "You deserve everything," you murmured, your voice steady and sure. "And I’ll be here to remind you of that, every step of the way."

[wretchedwitchpussy]

jinx who thinks she's so unloved in her universe and has almost no one there for her except her sister vs powder who is so loved in her universe and has everyone there for her except her sister. how they're the same person inextricably. you are everything I once was/I am everything you could have been

[a-dead-girl-in-spanish]

In another life

I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with You.

[dissapointu]

Hello, how are you? I would like to request a jinx x female reader where they are friends who have a crush on each other and are playing truth or dare and things start to get heated and they end up fucking. Top jinx, please.

Sorry, English is not my native language.

I’m good! And your English is fine dw!

Dare to kiss chaos- jinx x reader nsfw

In the dimly lit, cluttered room filled with scattered tech parts and glowing screens, you and Jinx sit across from each other, a bottle of spirits between you. The air is thick with tension, a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. You've both been dancing around this moment for what feels like an eternity, and now, here you are, playing a seemingly innocent game of Truth or Dare.

Jinx's wild blue hair, falling in chaotic braids, frames her face, her eyes gleaming with that manic energy she's known for. She smirks, taking another swig from the bottle before slamming it down. "Your turn, cupcake," she grins, leaning back in her chair, her tattoos dancing with the movement of her muscles.

"Truth or Dare, Jinx?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

She chuckles, a sound like shattering glass. "Dare, fucker. Always dare."

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "I dare you to... kiss me."

Jinx's grin widens, a predator's smile, and she leans forward, her eyes never leaving yours. "Thought you'd never fucking ask," she growls, her voice low and hungry.

She moves like a wildcat, all lean muscle and pent-up energy, straddling you and pinning you back against the couch. Her lips crash into yours, hard and demanding. She tastes like liquor and chaos, a dangerous and intoxicating mix. You can feel her smirk against your mouth as she bites at your lower lip, tugging gently before diving back in, her tongue exploring yours.

You kiss her back, your hands finding her hips, pulling her closer. You can feel the heat of her body, the hum of her energy, like a live wire, sparking against you. She moans into your mouth, her hands tangling in your hair, pulling just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down your spine.

She trails kisses down your jaw, biting and sucking at your neck. "Fuck, I've thought about this so many goddamn times," she whispers against your skin, her voice ragged. "So many nights alone in my bed, touching myself, thinking about you, about this."

Her hands are at your waistband, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants. You lift your hips, helping her slide them off, along with your underwear. She grins, her eyes raking over your naked body. "Fucking hell, you're gorgeous," she murmurs, her hands running up your thighs, sending shivers through your body.

She leans down, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby," she whispers, her voice a low growl. "Gonna make you scream my name. Gonna make you come so hard you see fucking stars."

She moves down your body, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of you. She takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting gently, her fingers rolling the other between them. You arch your back, a gasp escaping your lips as waves of pleasure wash over you.

She continues her descent, her tongue tracing a line down your stomach, her hands spreading your thighs wide. She grins up at you, her eyes wild and hungry. "Look at you, all wet and ready for me," she murmurs, her fingers tracing the length of your slit, making you shiver.

She ducks her head, her tongue circling your clit, slow and deliberate. You buck your hips, a moan tearing from your throat as pleasure explodes through you. She chuckles, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you. "Eager, aren't we?" she teases, her fingers sliding into you, pumping slowly.

She works you like that, her fingers fucking you, her mouth on your clit, sucking and licking, her other hand gripping your hip, holding you in place. You can feel the pleasure building, a tight coil in your stomach, ready to snap.

You reach down, your fingers tangling in her hair, holding her against you as you grind against her mouth. She growls, the sound vibrating against your clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through you.

"Fuck, Jinx," you gasp, your body trembling as you teeter on the edge.

She looks up at you, her eyes wild and hungry, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "Come for me, baby," she growls. "Let me hear you scream my name."

And you do. You come hard, your body convulsing, your nerves exploding with pleasure. You scream her name, your voice hoarse and raw. She rides out your orgasm, her fingers and mouth drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you're left a panting, trembling mess.

She grins, her face slick with your juices, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Fucking beautiful," she murmurs, crawling back up your body, her lips crashing into yours. You can taste yourself on her, a heady, intoxicating mix.

She pulls back, her eyes searching yours. "You good, baby?" she asks, her voice surprisingly tender.

You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Never better," you murmur.

She grins, her energy shifting back to that wild, chaotic spark. "Good," she growls, her hand snaking between your legs, her fingers stroking your still-sensitive clit. "Because I'm not even close to being done with you."

[dismas-n-dismay]

Everyone in season 1: Silco can’t braid Jinx’s hair and had to be taught because Sevika wasn’t doing that shit

Everyone in season 2 after knowing what we know and the alt universe: Silco single-handedly braided and nurtured Jinx’s hair to the length and health it’s at because he used to help Felicia braid hers for practice when he was bored and she didn’t want to do it

[dreamscapeee222]

(I'm new to tumblr, sorry if I'm posting in the wrong place, I hope this is ask box)

I asked you to write about the relationship between the arcane characters and the reader who is very thin due to some health problems?

(Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language)

A/n: Hello!! I did lots of research with your request so I hope my work satisfies what you had in mind ^^

You deal with health problems that affect your weight

Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

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Vi

She’s not the type to pry. But she notices the little things—the way you don’t finish your meals, the way you curl up a little too tightly, like you're trying to protect yourself from the world. She never asks you about it, but she always makes sure you’ve got something to eat or drink when she knows you’re struggling.

She might drop a sandwich by your side, or hand you a water bottle without saying a word. It’s just her way of saying, “I see you,” without actually saying it.

If you ever get quiet for too long, she’ll be there, sitting next to you without forcing a conversation. It’s not about pushing you to talk—it’s just her letting you know you’re not alone, even in those silent moments.

Jinx

Jinx doesn’t always understand why you’re not at your best, but she feels it. She’s a whirlwind of chaos, always trying to keep you distracted, to keep you laughing. She doesn’t always get it right, but she’s trying, you can tell by the way she keeps pulling you into her nonsense, hoping that a little of her madness will rub off on you.

But there are times when she looks at you, and the mask slips for just a second. She sees how tired you are, how empty you seem sometimes, and in those moments, she doesn’t know how to fix it. But she doesn’t turn away. “You don’t gotta do this alone, okay?” she says, voice softer than usual. It’s a rare vulnerability, the one moment where she lets down the wall and shows you she’s scared too.

She might not know what to say or do, but she’ll always bring something to make you smile—even if it’s just a little.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s the quiet type, always paying attention to the little things that others might miss. She watches you—never in a way that feels overbearing, but in a way that shows she’s aware of when something’s off.

She doesn’t press you to talk, but she’ll always offer a gentle reminder that she’s there for you—whether that’s by quietly handing you a cup of tea, leaving a snack where you can easily reach it, or making sure you have time to rest.

She never pushes, but when you catch her looking at you with those soft, patient eyes, you know she’s not going anywhere. "Take it easy,” she says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. And for a moment, you actually believe it’s okay to slow down.

Ekko

Ekko’s the type of person who’s there without being too much. He notices when you’re pushing yourself too hard, and when he sees the signs—when you’re too quiet, when you’re too weak to do what you usually can—he’ll just quietly step in.

He won’t make a fuss, and he won’t ask you if you’re okay every five minutes. Instead, he’ll bring you a blanket when he sees you shivering, a drink when you look like you haven’t had one all day. He knows you don’t need someone to tell you what to do—you just need someone to make sure you don’t fall apart while you're doing it all.

Sometimes, he’ll sit beside you and not say a word. It’s just his presence, calm and steady, and it’s enough to make you feel like maybe everything will be okay. “You’re not alone,” he’ll say without looking at you. And it’s not just words—it’s his way of making sure you never feel like you’re fighting your battles by yourself.

Jayce

Jayce doesn’t know how to make things better when it’s you, and that frustration shows. He wants to fix things, to find the right answer, and he’s always throwing himself into research, into getting you the best treatment, the right food, whatever he thinks might help. But sometimes, it feels like he’s pushing you harder than you want, trying to make everything better without realizing that maybe what you need is just some quiet.

He doesn’t always know how to slow down, but there are times when you catch him looking at you, his expression softening when he sees the exhaustion in your eyes. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he says, and for once, it doesn’t come off as a demand. It’s a plea—something raw and real in the way he says it.

When you’re too tired to argue, he’ll just stay next to you, offering comfort in his own way. It’s not perfect, but you know he’s trying, and that’s enough for now.

Viktor

Viktor doesn’t say much, but his care shows in everything he does. When he sees you struggling, he doesn’t push you to talk about it. Instead, he quietly takes action—he makes sure your space is organized, makes sure you have what you need, even when you don’t ask for it.

You won’t hear him say, “I’m here for you,” but you’ll feel it in the way he adjusts your pillow without asking, or in the way he slides a cup of tea your way without a word. He’s not the type to crowd you, but he’s always making sure you’re okay in ways that don’t demand attention.

When you do catch him looking at you, there’s a softness in his eyes—an unspoken understanding. “You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he’ll say quietly, but it’s not just the words that matter. It’s the way he’s already got your back without needing you to ask.

Mel

Mel is the kind of person who knows how to give space without making you feel like you’re invisible. She’s quiet, observant, and when she sees that something’s not right, she’s there—but never in a way that feels like she’s pushing you.

Her care is in the little things—the cup of tea she hands you when you’re not feeling great, the soft touch of her hand on your arm as she sits beside you, giving you time to breathe. She doesn’t expect anything from you, just that you take care of yourself in your own time.

She’ll always remind you that it’s okay to slow down, to rest. “You don’t have to do it all at once,” she’ll say, and the gentleness in her voice makes it feel like everything else can wait. She’ll be there, waiting, until you’re ready to come back to the world.

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