#platonic lol arcane

[pricesgirl]

Mary Janes

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6

Jinx

“What an absolutely fucking tragic story.”

“Boy meets girl,” I say, flipping the book open and letting it smack the table with a loud thwack.

“They swap a couple of lines, maybe a little eye-fucking across the room, and then bam—marriage, murder, and melodrama. Honestly, Romeo and Juliet is just horny teenagers making bad decisions with a death toll. Kinda iconic, but also… pathetic.”

Y/N’s trying so hard not to laugh, but that little twitch at the corner of her mouth gives her away.

She glances down at her notebook like it’s suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world, but I know better.

I always know better.

“Come on, admit it,” I press, leaning closer.

“This whole thing is just Shakespeare projecting his wet dreams onto paper. I mean, would you throw yourself into a coffin for someone you just met?”

Y/N looks up, her face a little red, and gives me this look—half-exasperated, half-amused. “It’s supposed to be romantic,” she says, her tone just a little too patient.

“Oh, sure,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Nothing screams romance like poison and stab wounds. That’s hot. Super sexy.” I lean back in my chair, grinning.

“Although, I guess dying for someone is one hell of a flex. Bet Juliet was into some kinky shit.”

“Jinx!” she hisses, her eyes wide as she glances around the library, like the ghost of Shakespeare himself might pop out of the shelves and strike me down.

“What?” I ask, throwing my hands up.

“You think Romeo was all sweet talk and poetry? Nah, that guy was definitely whispering filthy shit to her under the balcony. Bet he was like, Juliet, you light up my world—now get on your-”

Y/N lets out this strangled noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and covers her face with her hands. “You’re impossible,” she mutters.

But I can see her shoulders shaking.

“Impossible, but not wrong,” I say, leaning forward with a smirk.

“You know I’m right. Horny teens and bad decisions—they go hand in hand. Speaking of…” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“You ever had someone wax poetic about you? Or, I don’t know, climb a fire escape to declare their undying love?”

“No,” she says firmly, her voice muffled behind her hands.

“Shame,” I say, tapping my chin. “You’re missing out. Although, honestly? If someone pulled that shit with me, I’d probably just drag them inside and—”

“Jinx!” she whisper-yells, her voice high-pitched and scandalized.

Her face is so red now I’m almost worried she’s going to combust.

Almost.

I grin, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms. “What? I’m just saying. Life’s short. Might as well enjoy it. Or are you more of a ‘tragic, yearning stares from a distance’ type?”

She gives me a look.

The kind of look that says I’m pushing my luck.

But I catch the tiniest flicker of amusement in her eyes.

It’s faint.

But it’s there, and it’s enough to keep me going.

“Can we please focus?” she says, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter.

“Sure,” I say, picking up the book again and thumbing through the pages. “But I’m warning you now, I’m not letting Romeo off the hook for being the patron saint of bad decisions.”

Y/N leans back in her chair, pressing her lips together like she’s trying desperately not to laugh.

Her cheeks are pink, and there’s this quiet glow to her that tugs at something in my chest.

I ignore it.

“So,” I say, flipping the book open again with an exaggerated flourish.

“Are we supposed to write some revolutionary take on this mess, or is it just vibes and clichés? You’re the genius here, enlighten me.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s that little curve to her lips, the one that makes her whole face soften. “Themes,”

“We’re supposed to analyze the themes, connect them to modern relationships, and explain why the story is still relevant.”

“Relevant?” I snort, leaning back. “Oh, sure. Because every teenager I know is out here marrying strangers after one dance and dying for them two days later. So relatable.”

“You’re impossible,” she says, shaking her head, but her voice is warm, light, teasing.

“Thank you,” I say, grinning.

She picks up her pen again, her focus shifting back to the notebook in front of her.

Naturally, I lean over, because how could I not snoop, but she slams it shut before I can even get a glimpse.

“Oh, come on,” I groan, clutching my chest like she’s mortally wounded me. “What’s the big secret? Writing a love letter? A sonnet? A tragic ode to unrequited love?”

“It’s not a secret,” she says firmly, though the way her fingers tighten around the notebook tells a different story. “It’s just not finished.”

“Uh-huh.” I narrow my eyes at her, my grin sharp and unrelenting.

“You’re not secretly crushing on Romeo, are you? Or maybe…”

My voice drops, dripping with mock drama. “Maybe you’ve got your own Romeo? Someone you’re tragically pining for?”

Her cheeks turn a brilliant shade of crimson, and her eyes dart everywhere except at me.

“Oh my God,” I say, sitting up like I’ve just cracked the biggest mystery of the century. “You do! Who is it? Come on, spill. I need to know everything.”

“There’s no one!” she protests, but her voice is high-pitched, and her fingers fidget with the corner of her notebook.

“Liar,” I say, my grin turning downright devious.

I tap my chin like I’m deep in thought.

“Is it someone in our class? That broody guy who always acts like he’s too cool to care? Or…” I pause, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s a girl?”

Her pen freezes mid-air.

For a second, she looks at me like I’ve uncovered her deepest, darkest secret.

Bingo.

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Y/N

I can feel my heart picking up its pace, a strange fluttering in my chest that has nothing to do with the subject matter at hand. Jinx’s words echo in my mind, her teasing lingering far longer than I’d like to admit. The way she looked at me, the mischievous grin on her face—it’s enough to make me squirm, but I won’t let her see that.

“No one,” I reply firmly, hoping the edge in my voice sounds more convincing than it feels. “I’m not—there’s just no one.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a soft chuckle. “Alright, if you say so.”

I focus on my notebook, flipping a page with deliberate care. The task at hand should be enough to keep me grounded, and yet the thought of her knowing something I’ve never fully acknowledged myself unsettles me. It feels as though she’s pierced a part of me I’m still figuring out, and that makes me more uncomfortable than I’m willing to admit.

Still, I refuse to let that show. Instead, I straighten up, refocusing on our assignment. “Regardless, Romeo and Juliet is still a farcical tragedy,” I begin, keeping my tone calm and collected, but there’s a subtle bite to it. “The impulsiveness, the poor decisions—it’s a pattern in a lot of Shakespeare’s works. It speaks to the nature of youth, to desire, rather than rational thought.”

Jinx snorts, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, sure, I’m sure that’s exactly what Shakespeare was going for. Desire, right? More like he was just a horny old man trying to sell sex on the page. No wonder those two idiots killed themselves over each other.”

I nod, careful to keep my composure. “Yes. Desire, more than love. They acted on passion rather than considering the consequences. Shakespeare’s portrayal of love is often hyperbolic, exaggerated to the point where it’s almost abs-"

I get cut off by another snicker from her followed by, "You damn nerd."

I pause mid-sentence, blinking at her. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she says, tilting her head, her grin widening. “You’re such a nerd, Y/N. Who even says ‘hyperbolic’ in casual conversation? It’s like you’re auditioning for a Shakespeare reboot.”

I huff, sitting up straighter. “It’s called having a vocabulary,” I reply, my tone clipped but teasing. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

She gasps dramatically, clutching her chest like I’ve struck her through with a dagger. “Wow. Coming at me with the intellectual smackdown, huh? Careful, or I’ll start quoting Shakespeare back at you.”

“Please don’t,” I say quickly, holding up a hand like I’m warding off some impending disaster.

Jinx grins, leaning forward now, her elbows on the table. “Oh, but wouldn’t you love that? Imagine me up on a balcony, all, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” She pauses, fluttering her eyelashes for effect. “You’d swoon. Admit it.”

“I’d laugh,” I correct, refusing to give her the satisfaction. “And then I’d shut the window.”

She cackles, the sound sharp and chaotic, and it’s impossible not to smile. “Cold, Y/N. Ice cold. No wonder you don’t have a Romeo climbing fire escapes for you.”

I roll my eyes, flipping a page in the book to feign disinterest. “Not everyone needs a grand romantic gesture, Jinx. Some of us prefer substance over theatrics."

Jinx leans back in her chair, propping her boots up on the edge of the table like she owns the place. Her smirk is sharp, eyes glittering with mischief.

“C'mon, Y/N,” she drawls. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want someone to show up, grand gesture and all, declaring undying devotion? Maybe a little dramatic fainting thrown in for good measure?”

I snort. “No. Definitely not. I’d find it mortifying.”

She tilts her head, feigning innocence. “What about some spicy poetry? Like, Oh, Y/N, your... uh, unparalleled intelligence leaves me trembling.” Her voice dips into a breathy almost smutty tone, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re insufferable,” I mutter, flipping through my notes.

“And you’re boring,” she fires back without missing a beat. “Where’s the fun, huh? You don’t think Juliet was secretly hoping Romeo would skip the iambic pentameter and just pin her to a wall?”

I look up, feeling my cheeks heat. “Jinx.”

“What?” she says, her grin downright wicked now. “I’m just saying. The whole woe is me, tragic romance thing might’ve been for show. Behind closed doors, she was probably like, Enough about the stars, Romeo, let’s talk about your sword.”

And I falter, my laughter bubbling up uncontrollably before bursting out so loud that it shatters the quiet of the library. The sound is obnoxious, and I can’t stop it, even though I know I should. Mrs. Clark, the poor librarian, scurries over to us, her face draining of color when she realizes it’s me—me—who caused the disturbance. Her eyes widen in horror, and I shrink back in my seat, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.

“Y/N,” Mrs. Clark says sharply, her voice quivering with disapproval, “This is a library. I expect more from you.”

I swallow, my throat tight, and I can barely meet her gaze. The silence that follows is suffocating, broken only by the scratch of Mrs. Clark’s pen as she writes us both a detention slip. “After school,” she mutters, her voice tight. She hands us the slips, one by one, and I want to crawl under the table, but I can't. Not with everyone staring.

I take the slip, my hands trembling, my face burning with the weight of the embarrassment. Jinx’s laughter, the one that started all this, has quieted, but there's still a mischievous glint in her eyes. At first, it seems like she's enjoying my discomfort, and I can't help but wish she’d be quiet for just a moment, let me process this in peace.

But then, her smirk fades. She glances at me, her expression softening as she catches the way my shoulders slump, the way I'm trembling. I try to blink back the tears threatening to spill, but they’re already in my eyes. It’s stupid, it’s just a detention, but the humiliation is unbearable.

Jinx doesn’t say anything at first, but I can feel the weight of her gaze on me as I struggle to hold back the tears. She slides out of her chair, slowly stepping closer, crouching down beside me with a quiet seriousness I’ve rarely seen from her. Her voice, when it comes, is low, almost soothing.

“Hey,” she says, her words gentle, like she’s trying to reach through the storm inside me. “It’s not that bad, okay? Detention's just... it's nothing. It’s temporary.”

I don’t respond, but I can feel the tears starting to burn in my eyes, and I just can't stop them. I keep my gaze fixed on the floor, trying to hide how I’m trembling.

Jinx doesn’t back away, though. Instead, she reaches out, her hand soft as it rests on my shoulder, the touch surprisingly warm and comforting. “Come on toots, let’s go,” she says, her voice so different from the usual teasing tone, like she’s saying it for me, not for her. “I’ll take you somewhere... just let’s get out of here, okay?”

I nod, my throat tight, and let her guide me out of the library. The hallways feel colder now, like everything around me is a reminder of how utterly humiliated I feel. But Jinx stays close, walking beside me, her presence steady and unwavering, like she’s determined not to let me fall apart alone.

She leads me into the girls’ bathroom, the door shutting quietly behind us. It’s quiet, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, and for a moment, everything feels still. Jinx leans against the counter, watching me with a softness in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. She doesn’t say anything at first, just lets me breathe, lets the silence settle between us.

I break.

The tears come without warning, and I retreat to the corner, curling into myself, trying to make myself smaller. I press my hands to my face, desperate to hide the rawness of what I’m feeling. The sobs are quiet at first, but they soon escape in harsh, ragged breaths. The shame, the embarrassment—it’s overwhelming, suffocating. I feel completely exposed, fragile, and utterly out of control.

I don’t want her to see me like this. I don’t want anyone to. But she doesn’t leave.

There’s a quiet moment, just the sound of my breathing, of me trying to stifle the sobs. And then Jinx moves toward me, her steps slow, careful. She crouches down next to me, not trying to force anything, not speaking. She just watches me for a moment, her eyes filled with something tender, and then her hand reaches out. Her fingers brush through my hair, slow and soothing, the soft strokes almost enough to make me forget everything else.

"Shhh," she murmurs, her voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "It’s okay."

I can’t stop the tears. I don’t even try. But the sound of her voice, the feel of her fingers weaving through my hair, so gentle, so careful—it’s grounding. She doesn’t rush me, doesn’t tell me to stop crying. She just stays there, her touch like a balm for the rawness inside me.

After a long moment, she shifts again, her hand moving to wipe away the tears that have soaked my cheeks. Her fingers are gentle, each movement deliberate, as if she’s treating me like something fragile but important. Her touch is steady, patient, and it’s like she’s saying, without words, that I don’t have to hide. That I’m allowed to feel, to break.

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Jinx

"C'mon, toots—it’s only an hour, alright? No big deal." I glance at Y/N, tucked behind me like a little puppy, her hand in mine.

It’s like she’s trying to disappear into the floor, and I don’t... I don’t know what to do with that.

I peek into the detention room, Mr. Wheeler’s already there, half asleep

Of course he is.

His glasses are dangling off his nose, like he forgot they even exist.

He’s ancient—like, fossil-level ancient—but whatever.

Doesn’t matter.

I yank the door open.

And there he is. Boy savior himself, sitting in the corner, all quiet and broody.

I waggle my free hand at him. Big, dumb wave. Like, hi, notice me!

Ekko’s head pops up.

His face twists into full-on confusion. Like, what the actual hell?

His eyes dart to Y/N behind me, all tucked in and quiet, and I can practically hear the gears in his head grinding.

I can see it.

The way his gaze softens, just a little, but then hardens again.

Like he’s trying to figure out how to act, what to say, how to breathe, maybe.

And I get it. I do.

Because once, a long time ago, it was the three of us.

Ekko. Y/N. Me.

Best friends.

And now?

Now we’re... this. Whatever this is. Unspoken crap hanging in the air like a bad smell.

After what happened—Vander’s death, Vi’s wrongful juvie sentence, and Silco taking me in...

Shit hit the fan.

Everything snapped.

The three of us? We used to be inseparable.

Me, Boy Savior, and Y/N. We were the kind of trio that people envied—always laughing, always plotting, always looking out for each other.

But after everything fell apart?

That trio was gone. Just... gone.

Ekko and I? We managed to reconcile. Somehow. It wasn’t easy, but we put the pieces back together.

Mostly.

But Y/N and him?

Never.

Whatever they had? Whatever we all had? It just crumbled. And they never found their way back to each other.

The air feels heavy. Like it’s pressing down on us.

Y/N’s hand squeezes mine. Tight. Too tight. Like she thinks if she lets go, she’ll just... vanish.

I glance back at her. Pale. Shaking. Her eyes darting everywhere except him.

Ekko.

The Boy Savior.

He’s staring at her like she’s a ghost. Or maybe a grenade. His jaw’s tight, hands fidgeting like he doesn’t know where to put them.

Say something.

Do something.

But he just sits there. Quiet. Staring.

It’s unbearable.

“Gonna sprain something, Boy Savior,” I snap, too loud, too sharp. “All that thinking’s dangerous, y’know.”

His head snaps up. Eyes narrow. “Jinx.”

That tone. Even. Calm. Like he’s the adult in the room.

Which he's not cause fucking Mr Wheeler's old ass is at the desk asleep now.

“What?” I throw my free hand up, grinning like a lunatic. “Just saying. You look like you’re trying to solve the meaning of life or some shit.”

Still nothing.

He glances at Y/N again.

And she flinches.

I can’t. I can’t with this.

“Seriously? We’re doing this? Now?” My voice comes out sharper than I mean. “It’s detention. Not a goddamn soap opera.”

“Jinx, stop.”

Her voice.

Soft. Cracked. Barely there.

I freeze. Look at her. She’s hiding behind me, eyes on the floor, her face red like she’s about to cry again.

My chest tightens.

Ekko’s watching us, his expression... weird. Guilty? Concerned? I can’t tell.

“Whatever,” I mutter, pulling Y/N further into the room. “Let’s just sit.”

I drag her to the far corner, away from him. Away from everything.

We sit. She tries to pull her hand away, but I don’t let go. Nope. Not happening.

“Uh-uh, toots,” I whisper. “You’re stuck with me.”

She doesn’t argue. Just wipes her face with her sleeve, all quiet and miserable.

Across the room, I can feel him watching.

Always watching.

And I hate it.

I hate all of this.

I hear a grunt and then...

"The hell is she in here for?"

Ekko’s voice slices through the tension like a blade.

Y/N stiffens beside me, her hand still in mine, like she’s trying to hide behind me.

“Y/N’s here because—” I start, but I don’t know how to finish that.

The fuck should I say?

“Because I laughed too loud,” Y/N mumbles, barely loud enough to hear.

Ekko blinks.

“You?” he says, voice full of disbelief.

“Apparently.” Y/N pulls her hand away from mine tucking them into her sleeves like she’s trying to hide.

I snort, rolling my eyes. “It’s ‘cause Mrs. Clark is a total cunt.”

Ekko’s eyes narrow.

His face hardens a little—like he’s getting pissed off, not at us, but at the absurdity of it. “She really gave you detention for that?” His voice drops, angry now. “For laughing? That’s... that’s fucking ridiculous.”

I nod, crossing my arms. “Told ya. Stupid.”

Y/N looks down, trying to disappear into the floor like she can avoid everything.

So, of course, I’m not having that.

I grab her hand. “C’mon, Y/N. Detention? Are you seriously gonna sit here like some sad sack when we could be out there making actual trouble?”

She gives me the side-eye, clearly hesitant. “I’m not sure—”

“Stop thinking, and just do,” I snap, tugging her toward the window. "I’m done with this place, and you should be too."

She hesitates again, her face a mix of nervousness and confusion. I roll my eyes. “Detention’s for losers, Y/N. And you’re not a loser. You’re a rebel just waiting to burst out.”

Ekko’s already halfway through the window, a grin plastered on his face like he’s got nothing better to do than burn this place to the ground. “C’mon, this is way better than sitting in that crap hole. You don’t want to miss it.”

I lean out the window, breathing in the night air like it’s the first breath of freedom I’ve had in ages. “You’re seriously gonna let this lame-ass detention keep you locked up? Or are you gonna live a little?”

She’s still stiff, unsure, but there’s a flicker in her eyes.

She’s fighting it.

I see it. She’s craving a reason to break the rules, but she’s scared.

I pull her closer, voice low but firm. “Look, it’s just one little jump, Y/N. What’s the worst that can happen? Get caught and get another detention? Big deal. You can always blame me. I’ve got it covered.”

Finally, after what feels like forever, she steps up.

Slowly at first, but then quicker.

She's in.

I laugh, watching her climb out. “That’s my girl,” I mutter, watching her face. There’s a spark in her now, and I can feel it.

She’s gonna love this.

We all slide out the window, landing in the cool night air.

Ekko shoots me a look, like we're all in on some big joke. “Now this is how you do it,” he says, grinning ear-to-ear.

Y/N looks at me, her face still a little stunned, but now she’s definitely feeling it. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she says, breathless.

“You bet your ass we did,” I say, with a grin that could cut glass.

“Best decision of your life. Welcome to the rebellion, toots.”

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authors note: the friendship has begun to progress slightly, more where that came from ;)

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Jinx x reader

So jinx is out doing whatever she’s doing and so reader is chilling with Vi (yes I’m delusional their all a happy family season 2 doesn’t even exist!) but reader and vi are listening to like Justin Bieber or whatever white girl song (they’ve both told jinx that they don’t listen to that type of music) so bout time jinx gets back vi and reader are full on jamming to Justin and as soon as reader saw jinx they sat down and put all the blame on vi legit saying “dang vi i didn’t know you liked this type of music.” With the smug grin on their face and vi just looks at reader dumbfounded as the reader causally didn’t just throw her under the bus.

Unbelievable

|| Jinx x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; fluffy, reader blames the music on Vi, Vi and reader jamming to Justin Bieber, brief swearing, short drabble

|| Summary; when Jinx leaves, Vi and reader put on their favourite guilty pleasures.

Requests closed!

Started; November 28th

Finished; November 28th

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"Okay, she's gone." You returned to Vi, after having given your girlfriend a kiss goodbye. Jinx went off doing lord knows what, leaving you with her sister Vi for company. Which you were fine with. You and Vi got along pretty well, anyway. Vi grins when she heard you and immediately puts the music on. Justin Bieber playing through the speaker.

You and Vi were secret Justin fans. Secret because... how could you let anyone know? It would ruin your cool facades. Plus, you both already told Jinx that you hated that type of music. Not that Jinx really cared, she just kind of shrugged and went "okay? weirdos" when you kept saying you didn't like it. You and Vi were really overselling your points, so Jinx was a little sceptical but didn't question it.

It's been about an hour now, you and Vi were fully jamming along to Baby by Justin Bieber. Head banging, dancing and even singing. Just having a grand old time in your secret dance party. The door opened right as you and Vi had started the song, both singing the lyrics; "I know you love me! I know you care~" grinning like a couple of idiots. Until you caught onto the door being opened and immediately sat yourself down on the couch, looking flustered.

"Y/N, come on! It's the good- oh," Vi stopped when she noticed what you did. Seeing Jinx watching them with an amused expression.

"Don't like this music, huh?" She folded her arms, blowing her hair a bit from her face while she grinned. Jinx was enjoying this.

"It was all Vi. Dang, Vi I didn't know you like this type of music," you looked at with a smug smirk. Vi, meanwhile, looked at you completely dumbfounded and speechless. You did not just throw her under the bus. No, you didn't throw her. You tossed her.

Jinx laughed and skipped over to you, plopping herself down in your lap as the music continued to play. Her arms wrapped around you and she snugged right up, your arms easily finding their way around her waist. "Vi, I thought you liked rock music?" She asked her sister with a teasing look in her eyes.

Vi huffed and rolled her eyes, sticking the middle finger at you," fuck you." Though there was no real hate behind her words.

"Hey, don't be mean to them," Jinx pouted at Vi, clinging to you tighter, almost protectively so. Your grin became more smug at that and held her closer.

"Yeah, don't be mean," you repeated. Innocent act in full swing now.

"Unbelievable." Vi muttered, shutting the music off. She couldn't believe you just did that. And Jinx was taking your side? Vi knew Jinx had seen you dancing too. She really did just take any opportunity to mess with her, huh?

[cadaver-art]

*sniff… snorp..* UEEE UEUEEE HUEEEE EE JAYVIK

as you can tell i’m not very fond of drawing jayce :>

[shadowolf188]

They are going to destory your turret <3

Drew these two being cute to celebrate me and my partner's soon to be matching skins <333

[recent-rose]

hey i dont go here but jayce's speech about viktor in s2e9 isn't him saying 'u should never have tried to heal yourself, you were perfect the way u were x3' it was him saying that viktor's physical health never made him any less beautiful, never made him any less important, never made him any LESS, period. he wasn't saying viktor didn't need to pursue a cure for his ills like come on his motivation to invent hextech was to help people. to cure disease. viktor's first and foremost among them.

he said what he said because it was the thing viktor craved to hear most in his life, and that is why those were the words that punched through his defences even as the machine herald: jayce loved him wholly and unconditionally, healthy or ill, good or bad, human or inhuman. he would always be loved just the same.

[remratatouille]

VIKTOR IS CANONICALLY ASEXUAL MY HEART IS SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW

I'm so happy I could cryyyyyy, I love genuine representation of platonic love and devotion. The media has over-romantasided everything to the point where we expect romance where it may not be, and that can be quite damaging to aspec people, so combating that is so special to me and I could just go on and on honestly

This feels like an important edit to add: I am disabled. Physically disabled. Please do not try and tell me how disabled people should be feeling??? This post is my personal opinion as an aspec disabled person. I have been badly affected by over-romantacism and expectations of romance to the point where my own feelings have been denied for the sake of expectations of what platonic love should look like. Them being platonic within the show MADE ME HAPPY. If you aren't happy about it, that's cool, but this post isn't about you. It's about my own opinions and emotions... thank you

I'd also like to mention I have since been educated about to creator's lack of knowledge about asexuality, and this is not what I am supporting. I've always headcanoned Viktor as asexual, that is all

[miyuskye]

no red rose on your grave

you're mad if you thought I'd let you go

get your fingers out of my hair, you're gone

[sapphic-bf]

i rly wish i gave a fuck abt timebomb in S2 but i just don’t. that ship is so boring and uninteresting to me, and ep. 7 literally did absolutely nothing for me.

the entire time, i was just like “… so when is ekko going to go back to the main universe so we can actually continue the story instead of wasting it on this filler that doesn’t matter?” lmao. 😭

[trashscrounger]

the arcane creators really said the same thing as harlan lmao

yall out here writing painfully beautiful stories of transcendently intertwined souls dedicating their lives (and deaths) to each other in the most heartwrenching displays of love and dedication-

what? everybody thinks they're gay? noooo guys they're just friends, pals, bros, dudes being guys straightly 😌

[pricesgirl]

Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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7

Y/N

The rest of the world feels so distant from up here.

The detention, the whispers in the hallway, even Mrs. Clark’s endless scolding—they all seem to melt away, insignificant against the vast stretch of sky above.

From this angle, the school below is just a collection of bricks and glass, a model waiting to be dusted off. It's quiet.

Still.

I sit near the edge, my knees pulled close to my chest, fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve. It’s strange, being here, in a way that’s almost... comforting.

"Breathe it in," Jinx says, sprawled across the ledge like she owns the place, arms outstretched, the embodiment of chaotic freedom. Her voice breaks through the stillness, sharp yet oddly soothing. "This is what life’s about, toots."

She tilts her head back, her blue hair catching the dimming light. She looks almost peaceful, which is rare for her.

I glance at her, then at the courtyard below. "I wouldn’t call this freedom," I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

She turns her head, an eyebrow quirked in challenge. "Oh yeah? What would you call it, then?"

"Perspective," I say, my voice quiet but steady.

For a long moment, she just stares at me, as if she’s weighing the words, before she bursts into laughter. It’s loud and erratic, the kind of sound that shakes the quiet rooftop air.

"God, you’re such a nerd," she manages between giggles.

Ekko, lounging nearby with his arms draped over his knees, lets out a soft chuckle. "She’s got a point, though."

"Of course she does. She’s Y/N," Jinx smirks, sitting up and leaning toward me. "But perspective or not, don’t you think this beats detention?"

I hesitate for a second, eyes flicking from her to Ekko, and back to the horizon. The breeze ruffles my hair, the warmth of the sun still lingering on my skin. "Yeah," I admit softly. "It does."

Jinx flops dramatically onto her back, arms splayed wide like she’s conquering the world. "See? I’m always right. You two should listen to me more often."

Ekko snorts, shaking his head. "Listening to you is how we ended up here in the first place."

Jinx’s grin is completely unbothered. "And look where we are! On top of the world, baby. Way better than sitting in some moldy classroom with Mr. 'I Might Fall Asleep Any Second' Wheeler."

I glance at Ekko, catching the small, fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s a side of him I don’t see often—so at ease, so... light.

Miss Daredevil leans back, testing gravity with every inch of her precarious stance, arms outstretched. "Admit it," she singsongs, teasing. "You’re both glad I dragged you up here."

Ekko chuckles softly. "You didn’t drag me anywhere, Jinx. I came up on my own."

"Details, details," she waves him off. "Point is, this is way better than detention."

I let my gaze wander over the courtyard below, the shadows stretching across the pavement as the day fades into evening. "It is better," I whisper, barely audible even to myself.

Jinx lets out a victorious laugh. "Ha! See? I told you. Rooftops fix everything. Bad day? Rooftop. Existential crisis? Rooftop. Stuck with rules you don’t like? Definitely rooftop."

Ekko raises an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "So rooftops are your cure for the human condition now?"

"Obviously," she replies with a grin that could rival the sky. "Rooftops and chaos. Works every time."

I let out a soft laugh at that, surprising even myself. It’s not much—a fleeting sound—but it feels good. Light.

Ekko’s gaze shifts to me, his expression softening in a way that makes my chest tighten without warning. "You should laugh more," he says quietly.

I turn to look at him, startled by the sincerity in his tone, before quickly glancing away. "I do laugh," I mumble, my voice barely more than a breath.

"Not enough," he counters, the warmth in his words unexpected.

Jinx snorts, sprawling out on the roof in a dramatic heap. "She’s laughing right now, Boy Savior. Mission accomplished. Now, stop being so sappy. You’re ruining the vibe."

The three of us settle into an easy silence, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. The breeze tugs at my hair, and for the first time in a long while, I let myself relax.

It’s strange, sitting here with them—strange, but... nice.

For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like if things were always like this. No tension, no unsaid things between us, no rules pulling at our edges. Just this.

But then Ekko shifts, and the spell breaks.

“You know,” he begins, his voice light but carrying something deeper, something more careful. "We used to do this kind of stuff all the time."

Jinx groans, dragging the sound out like it physically hurts her. "Oh, come on, can we not do the whole 'good old days' routine?" She flings her arms wide, nearly tipping herself off the ledge with the dramatics. Somehow, she ends up closer to me, her shoulder brushing mine, as if there’s some invisible force that keeps pulling her in.

She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a teasing drawl. "What’s next, huh? Candlelit storytelling? A heartfelt group hug?"

I duck my head, fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve. "You’re the one who brought us up here. If you wanted to avoid sentimentality, maybe rooftops weren’t the best choice."

Her laugh comes quick, sharp, but there’s something softer in her eyes when she looks at me. "Touché, bookworm. Guess I didn’t think that one through."

She pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and begins rolling something—her fingers moving with a fluidity that suggests this isn’t the first time. It’s a joint.

The sight hits me with a strange familiarity, reminding me of that night by the lake.

It seems like Mary Jane is becoming some kind of tradition when it comes to these quiet, rare moments of reconciliation.

"Here we go," she mutters to herself, finishing the roll and holding the joint up like it’s some prized possession. "One rooftop remedy coming right up."

She lights it, the flame flickering in the wind before she takes a slow, deliberate drag. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the hit before the smoke escapes, swirling and fading into the afternoon haze.

"You really are a walking contradiction," Ekko comments, raising an eyebrow. "Rooftop philosopher by day, troublemaker by night."

"Obviously," Jinx replies between a few coughs, passing the joint to me with a mischievous grin. "I’m a complex girl, Ekko. Multidimensional."

I take the joint, my fingers brushing hers. It feels oddly natural, like I’ve done this before—like it’s always been this way. I lift it to my lips, and the sharp sting of the smoke hits my lungs before it’s replaced by a warm, mellow feeling that loosens the tightness in my chest.

I exhale slowly, watching the smoke dissolve in the air. There’s a soft relief in it, as if something inside me is finally exhaling too.

"It’s not bad," I murmur, my voice softer than I expect. It feels easy to let go, here. To not hold everything in so tightly.

Jinx watches me with a knowing look, her grin softening for a fraction of a second. She stretches out again, arms wide, claiming the sky like it belongs to her. "Told you, toots," she says gently, her voice almost fond. "Rooftops and joints, they make everything feel a little... better."

I hand it back to her, and she takes it with a nod of approval. I feel lighter now, both in body and mind, the world seeming a little less heavy.

"Guess you were right," I say, a small smile tugging at my lips. "This... this does feel better."

Her smile is small but genuine. "Told ya. You just gotta let go of the bullshit sometimes."

Ekko watches us, his expression softer than before, and I can see something flicker in his eyes. He’s watching us, but he’s also somewhere else, somewhere deeper. "I never thought I’d see the day when you two would agree on something," he says, his voice light but warm.

I turn to him, my smile growing just a little bit, something honest in it now. "It’s not that surprising," I reply. "We’ve always found a way to understand each other. Even when we didn’t know how to say it."

There’s a quiet pause, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled. We’re all here, together, and it feels... right.

Jinx tilts her head back, her eyes scanning the sky, her blue hair rippling in the breeze. "I think you’ve got it, toots. You’re getting it," she says, a quiet pride in her voice. Then, with a teasing grin, she adds, "Still think we’re not rebels?"

I shake my head, my smile turning a little softer. "You’re all rebels," I say, my voice lighter than it’s been in a long time. "I think I’m starting to see why."

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Jinx

"God fucking thing!"

Who in their infinite wisdom decided these shitty school sinks were a good idea?

They can’t even handle a goddamn eyeshadow palette without sending it skidding into the sink abyss.

Genius design, truly.

And don’t even get me started on the brush situation. I may or may not have sacrificed my one decent makeup brush to the noble cause of lewd caricatures.

But let’s not act like I regret it, okay? Priorities.

The Mary Jane session with my two favorite nerds earlier? Top-tier.

Rooftop philosophy and petty rebellion wrapped in one hazy package. I should charge for that kind of therapy. But here’s the problem—apparently, the second I light up, my makeup decides to pull a Houdini act.

Poof, gone!

My makeup has no loyalty.

None.

Just as I’m about to give up entirely, the bathroom door creaks open, and someone steps in.

"Uh… hi," Y/N’s soft voice cuts through my rant like a whisper in a storm.

I glance up to see her hovering in the doorway, clutching her satchel looking thing like it’s a lifeline.

"Speak of the devil," I say, smirking. "Just the nerd I needed. Come here."

Her eyebrows knit together in that little confused frown she always does. "What for?"

"For science," I deadpan, grabbing her wrist before she can retreat.

She gasps, soft and breathy, and it’s honestly unfair how cute it sounds.

"Or, you know, makeup. Whatever."

"Jinx, I have cheer practice—"

"Yeah, yeah," I cut her off, tugging her toward the sink. "And I have a national crisis happening on my face. Priorities, toots."

She sighs, letting me guide her despite her obvious reluctance. "This is ridiculous."

"Life’s ridiculous," I shoot back, planting her on the counter like she belongs there. "Now sit still and let me work my magic."

Her knees brush against my side, and I can feel her staring at me with those big, cautious eyes like I’m about to steal her soul or something.

Her lashes flutter, and she’s so close I can see every detail—the curve of her cheekbones, the faint freckles dusting her nose, the way her lips part slightly when she breathes.

"This feels unnecessary," she mutters.

"Necessary is boring," I reply, grabbing my eyeliner. "Close your eyes, bookworm, or I’m stabbing them out by accident."

She does, and I swear the way her lips twitch, trying not to smile, might kill me.

I lean in, the tip of the liner dragging a clean, sharp line across her eyelid. "You’ve got good eyes for this," I say, my tone half-teasing.

"Big, doe-eyed, innocent. Perfect for a killer wing."

"I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"Both," I reply with a grin, stepping back to admire the line before reaching for the shadow.

Her lips twitch.

She’s trying not to smile again.

Fuck.

"You’re surprisingly gentle," she breathes.

"Don’t spread that around," I warn, smirking. "I’ve got a reputation to uphold."

She laughs, quiet and sweet, and it hits me like a sucker punch.

"You’re such a control freak," I tease, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Bet you’re overthinking this right now. What’s running through that little head of yours? Oh no, Jinx might make me look too hot for cheer practice!"

Her cheeks flush pink, and it’s stupidly satisfying. "That’s not—"

"Uh-huh," I cut her off, focusing on the sharp wing I’m crafting. "Don’t even try to lie to me. I can hear your brain overthinking from here."

She huffs, but it’s more of a pout than an actual protest.

"There," I say after a few more strokes, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Holy shit, I’m good. Look at you."

The pink still lingers faintly in her eyes from the weed, softening the sharpness of her gaze.

But the black eyeliner I just finished framing her eyes?

That’s all sharp angles, precision, a perfect contrast to her usual softness.

She looks—holy shit—stunning.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Her breath catches a little when she sees herself, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

“I think I did a damn good job,” I tease, arms crossed as I lean against the counter, watching her soak it all in.

Her eyes flick to me, a small, surprised smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You really did,” she admits, voice quieter than usual, but no less genuine.

She’s staring at herself in the mirror, but it’s like she’s seeing something new. Something she maybe didn’t realize she had.

I move closer, my fingers itching to reach out and adjust a strand of hair that’s fallen out of place, but I stop myself. I don’t want to make it weird.

“You look so pretty,” I say softly, my voice somehow quieter now, too.

It feels like a rare moment where I’m just... being honest.

She glances at me from the mirror, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

It’s like she’s almost shy, but the way she smiles makes me think she’s more surprised by it than anything.

“I don’t know what to say,” she murmurs, almost self-conscious, but in a way that doesn’t feel awkward.

“You don’t have to say anything.” I nudge her shoulder gently. “Just—go show the world. You’re absolutely killing it.”

Her smile widens, and for a moment, I can see the flicker of that quieter side of her—like she’s letting herself take in the fact that she’s looking really good.

“Thanks, Jinx,” she says softly, her voice warm. “I needed that.”

My grin softens a little. “Anytime, bookworm.”

And I mean it.

Because I know she’s got a lot going on in her head, a lot of layers she keeps hidden.

But for now, in this small, quiet moment, she’s just here, and she’s letting herself enjoy it.

And that’s enough.

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

authors note: bit of a shorter chapter today, more of a filler one if anything, hope you like it :)

please like and reblog!

[bag-of-bones-and-hearts]

reuniting/how to hug

Sevika realizes she lost “the idgaf war” and doesnt know how to hug back

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

it would be actually so rad if you did jinx x buff!reader headcanons.

i just think she would be so silly about it 🥰

(this is basically us in my DR and she is def silly about it)

Jinx x Buff!Reader

Of she is definitely so giddy and so excited

She's constantly asking questions on why, how and when did you get so buff

She really likes it and finds it fun

She's not that buff herself but girl is strong

She has to be by carrying around her shit on the daily but she gets that from that, she doesn't lift or anything

If you do lift weights or work out to maintain the muscles she is just admiring

And teasing the whole time and flirting

Like if you're lifting weights she'll just walk in, stare with the smuggest smile on her face at all

She doesn't care who sees and will walk up behind you and hug you from behind

She does it to feel your stomach as well because she just loves it so much

Constantly when laying in bed is squeezing your arms or tracing the muscles she can see

It's not a sexual thing, just a more admiring thing she does

She just finds it very fun and cool, and you remind her a bit of someone

She really likes the feeling of when you hug her and she feels so safe because your arms are big, they feel safe and they're strong

She loves the hugs and behind held or cuddling with you and she can just feel safe like that

She is so comfortable around you and especially when walking around

There are still a few people who try her, flirt or say stuff to her about her clothes, everything or just who she is

She loves the look on their face when they see you standing behind her just looking all buff

She is constantly flirting

"Hey hotstuff, came here all the way for me?"

She is literally like a school girl with a crush for the first time and flirts like you're not even together

Especially if you're like one of those buff ass and intimidating people but in reality you're shy and get flustered

If you're like that she upps the flirting and the touching just to see you blush

She loves being carried by you, bridal style or thrown over your shoulder

She has so much fun and is so happy

She's laughing, she's smiling and is just thrilled

She is jumping on your back and all

For fun shell run up to you and yell for you to catch here and see if you do

She knows you will because you're strong enough and because she wants a hug

She pretends her arms hurt and has you carry shit for her

She loves seeing your muscles flex and will just smile all sneaky and cover her mouth and giggle

It's so funny to see

She draws on your muscles

It's a given, she once drew eyes and a mustache on your arm and named it Muscleton

You have no way out of this because she redraws him everytime he fades away

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@FensDelight @kaorussgf @miranexx

[arcanetoymakerau]

FIIIIIIIIIIIIINALLY! The last chapter of Act 1 of this AU is out!

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With this, we conclude the rework! Now, we can continue the story from where we stopped. I'll just review the chapters that have already been posted first, but that shouldn't take too long (hopefully).

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[itsmebytch001]

I’m so happy you would write for arcane!! I love the fanfic that you write! So I can’t wait to read this!! ❤️❤️❤️ (I’m shaking, help me)

Can you right a platonic yandere Silco and jinx, with a similar reader to the “Smoking it away” reader?

-🥄

Sure, Spoon person. I LOVE Arcane SM So thank you for this!

Jinx and Silco had taken you in when you were young, maybe nine. Jinx had lived with Silco for not long now and hadn't settled but found you, a street kids precence soothing, she would seek you out to play together and bring you back to Silcos home to eat and sleep. And at some point you simply didn't really leave, Silco accepted you though you were never as close to him as he and Jinx were. And you weren't really as extrodanary as Jinx was, you didn't have any extensive skill in explosives, or war and though it was never said, you did feel useless, like dead weight. so you fought you'd find a way around it, a way sourced to you in the city, a constant prescene and a unstopping force in Zaun that turned average men in to beats and rage and later deform them and shrivel them up into only skin and bone, so you sourced it out, behind Silco and Jinx back of course.

So you started Micro dosing, just a few drops at any given time where you wanted to feel that pep of energy, you would find some where private, like your room that wasn't really private since Jinx would enter whenever she liked, or sometimes would sleep in your bed without you knowing and take out that one vile in your left pocket that you had been working on for the last few weeks, press the top of the vile on your finer, and then take that drop or purple liquid and press it on your tongue to feel that rush, that feeling of elecitricty running down from your mouth and across your spine setting you free from your uselessness.

And though Jinx may not have noticed, Sevika did.

She noticed the shakes, the paranoid looks around the room and massive weight loss, and she thought to tell Jinx, not to be kind, but to be a bit cruel. So she entered Jinx's lair, a extremely unusual occaronace, Jinx didn't notice her until she sat down next to her.

Jinx: "...Sevika?"

Sevika: "Hey"

Jinx: "...Hey? What brings you to by humble abode huh?"

Sevika: "I see Y/n's not here, you know where she is?"

Jinx: "No, but she's probably in her room or just hanging round Silco, Y'know, why?"

Sevika: "You notice anything...different about her recently?"

Jinx: "Youre being reeaally criptic Sevika, I don't like that" She said leaning away from her with her frog goggles.

Sevika: "She's always cold, always shaking, acting strangely don't ya think"

Jinx: "What are you getting at?"

Sevika: "I think she's using, Jinx"

Jinx: "Using, like shimmer?"

Sevika: "She's got all the signs of microdosing"

Jinx: "HA! You gotta be kidding, she would never do something like that with out telling me!"

Sevika: "Well maybe you two aren't as close as you think

Jinx: "Excuse me?" She said standing up, and stepping up to Sevika.

Sevika: "I'm just saying, if you paid attention you would see she's falling off, and you two were as close as you think, she would tell you that she's using"

Jinx: "Get the fuck out"

And so she did, she left without another word as Jinx stood motionless in her lair, glaring out into the darkness over analizing every single recent interaction.

Jinx: "She's not using, she' s just saying that to be cruel" but what if she is

Jinx: "No, NO! I would notice! I know what using shimmer looks like, I WOULD KNOW" so why is she avoiding you?

Jinx: "Avoding me? She's not avoiding me she's just busy! Why would she be using any ways, she has everything she could ever need, she has me! and she would never do that to me, and definetley not behind my back! hahah, No no no that's silly" What if she ends up like those bums down in the gutter

Jinx: "No, No that's not gonna happen baecuse she's NOT using!" What if she ends up like vander

Jinx: "NO!" She screamed pulling at her braids.

Maybe she's lying to you, maybe she's using to escape you maybe she wants to leave, she probably rather be high than with you

Jinx: "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She shriked into the void.

She'll be one of those scroungers begging for food shrivled and dying, covered in filth and all baecuse of you.

Jinx: "NO NO NO! No NO NO" She pulled herself into the fetal position rocking back and fourth so sooth the terrible thoughts again and again, she had to talk to Silco about it.

And so, later that day she bursted into his office, sitting on his desk while his chair faced her, looking out the window.

Jinx: " Sevika came to see me today"

Silco:"...At your lair? odd, Why?"

Jinx: "She said...She said Y/n was...microdosing"

Silco: "Shimmer?"

Jinx: "Yeah shimmer what else?! And I was like She's not using that's silly and she was like 'maybe your not as close as you think you are' You know all Sevika like so I-"

Silco: "Jinx, your starting one of your ramblings again"

Jinx: "Oh Yeah yeah sorry" She giggled to herself

Jinx: "Have you noticed anything off about her recently?"

Silco: "Well, she is spending less time with us than usual, I suppose it is possible"

Jinx: "But she wouldn't...She wouldn't!"

Silco: "Jinx, Instead of spinning yourself into a frenzie, go check her room for anything susbicious, anything strange"

Jinx: "But...What if I find something?" She whispered.

Silco: "we'll figure it out"

So Jinx found herself in your room scanning over how messy it was, how much dust had collected and how the windows where musted over, as she began to go through your wardrobe, throwing out you clothes onto the bed until it was bare, going through all your draws and vanity until she had basically destroyed the place with all your things stroon about the room. She huffed to herself wondering where, if not here it could be, until she was the glint in the corner of her eye, she swivled around to the air vent where something shined in the reflection of the sun. Jinx, being for to short to simply grab it pushed your vanity to step on inorder to open the vent to find a small metal lock box, standing back down onto the floor the took a hair pin out and jimmied the lock only to reveal what she despratley wanted not be there.

Two Vials of shimmer, she felt herself shake with rage and frustration, why would you do this, for how long were you doing this? In a flip act of rage she threw the box at the wall, casusing it to dent, holding the two vials in one hand so tightly they might shatter in her hand.

Now what are you going to do?

Hours later Jinx had found you back in the back room of that Last Drop like you often were, she heard you shuffling about as she slowly turned the handle to the room, with your back facing her as she entered silently as she watched silently while you again as so many times before took your half used vial, unscrewed the vial pressed the end onto your finger to rub the resedue onto your togue, but not before she stalked you from behind and placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jinx: "What are you doing?" She asked in her childishly calm voice.

Y/n: "I- I I'm Just, Jinx I-"

Jinx: "Oh Y/n" She sighed before whacking you over the head with her rifle, knocking you out.

Eventually when you woke, you found yourself in your bed, but not in your room...

You sat up to realise you were in Jinx's lair with your bed laying on one of the giant fan panneles, looking over at Jinx welding something with the sparks flying out in all directions.

Y/n: "Jinx?"

Jinx swiveled round in her stool smiling at you.

Jinx: "Your awake! I was worried maybe I hit you a bit to hard haha"

Y/n: "I- How did you"

Jinx: "So I found your stash"

Y/n: "Oh"

Jinx: "You thought you could hide that from me?"

Y/n: "Jinx I"

Jinx: "Ssssshh" She angrily shushed you, skipping over to your bed that had misteroulsy moved from your bed to here, flopping onto the covers climbing over you to trap you between the bed and her, staring you down.

Jinx: "How long have you been lying to me?"

Y/n: "Jinx please I"

Jinx: "nu uh, No No no" She placed her her finger over your lips.

Jinx: "No More talking, all you've done is lie to me" You winced ash she said it so aggressivly spit was coming onto your face.

Jinx: "Why would you do this? Why would you do this to me?! This is so selfish, I should have known, I don't know why I didn't see it, you were acting all sketch and going all quite and odd, I should have seen"

Y/n: "Jinx, I-I was only using so I could be..."

Jinx: "So you could what?"

Y/n: "I just wanted to feel strong, you know, like you"

...

Jinx: "HA! That's funny toots" She held your face squishing your cheeks together into a kissy face.

Jinx: "It's beacuse you want to leave me, you would rather get high than spend time with me!"

She wants to leave you

Jinx: "Shut UP!" she screamed to the left of her.

Y/n: "Jinx, I want to go back to my room"

Jinx: "This is your room now, why do ya think I had Sevika move your bed here, Silco will get his cronies to bring the rest of your stuff soon enough"

Y/n: "What?"

Jinx: "I can't be having you alone if I can't trust you, can I?"

GIVE ME MOOOOORE SUGGESTIONS NEOOOOOWWWW!"

[frogwartzsbloggedy]

I am really in the arcane mood this week lol. And I've been thinking about jayvik recently, I really like them. Viktor is such a cool character and I loved his jesus arc. Jayce is pretty ok, he's better now that's he's experienced the horrors anyway:)

I know a lot of people think of them as romantic partners, and I get why. But personally I see them as queer platonic partners. I think the main reason why is because im aroace myself and I really appreciate seeing platonic relationships be portrayed just as strongly as romantic ones.

And seeing as jayvik is never explicitly romantic, I get to portray them as queer platonic in my brain space.

Jayvik as queer platonic is dear to me :)