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Also I headcanon the reason why Jinx’s voice got more raspy compared to when she was a kid is that she’s become louder and yells/screams a lot, whether it be from her telling the voices to stop, or her just having fun w her inventions.

Same thing w AU Powder

(This is besides the fact that in Arcane it’s just Ella’s American accent voice haha)

☏﹏﹏﹏[ 🇦 ​​🇷​​ 🇨 ​​🇦​​ 🇳 ​​🇪

[ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ]

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jinx accidentally hurting reader during a spiral

reader (jinx’s sibling) sacrifices themself in place of jinx

jinx’s reaction to reader getting beat up

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vi’s reaction to reader getting beat up

ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴇᴋᴋᴏ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴍᴇʟ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ

cutting silco’s hair

reader (silco’s child) sacrifices themself in place of jinx

ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴍʏʟᴏ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

ᴄʟᴀɢɢᴏʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝…

౨ৎ ARCANE JINX | how you meet

misc. masterlist

-Your first ever meeting with jinx was all thanks to Silco; being one of loyal workers and one of his smugglers, smuggling a variety of different things from piltover to zaun and vice versa (he has buyers everywhere)

-You’d worked for Silco for as long as you could remember, despite your age you were quick on your feet and as slippery as an eel; a great combination for someone who needed to get hauls done quietly for the most powerful man in zaun 

-Before jinx joined Silco you only needed to get your hands on different scavengable parts for singed’s ongoing shimmer project, but that all changed when jinx arrived

-Suddenly having an increase in old weapons, scrap metal, and even hextech, around the time jinx came into silco’s life, you just had to ask Silco what it was for, more importantly who was asking for such parts (and who made your job just that more exciting)

-Upon meeting jinx you two instantly felt a connection, a spark of energy that made you two feel like you were going like being around one another a lot

-Though Silco was a bit apprehensive at first of having two chaotically eccentric kids meet, his doubts faded when he saw the life return into his newly adopted daughters eyes

-Being the one to always initiate conversations and hang outs with jinx, not because she didn’t want to do anything with you but because she was still learning how to trust again

-Becoming a small family despite everyone’s flaws and dark pasts, the sense of belonging never wavered

dividers by mikeykuns

ᯓᡣ𐭩𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝗌/𝗈ᯓᡣ𐭩

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌: 𝗃𝗂𝗇𝗑, 𝗏𝗂, 𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗅𝗒𝗇

𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇!𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌): 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌

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✮ jinx absolutely adores you and would always drag you to start a new project or help with her little trinkets

✮ you guys have matching goggles and whenever she misses you, she uses yours and fiddles them in her hands while thinking of any new ideas

✮ when you fall asleep on the desk while working on your assignments, she doesn't wake you up and sleeps beside you instead

✮ since she's always babysitting isha, you two started putting away welding tools and placing sharp objects on higher shelves because isha's a curious kid and it'd be difficult to keep her away when you two are working

✮ if she's stuck on an equation or a question, she'd literally find a way to sit on your lap and listen to you explain the solution to her

✮ it usually ends in makeout sessions because she thinks there's something REALLY attractive about you being all patient and sounding smart

✮ she crafted matching rings for the both of you literally never takes it off, even when there's a high chance of her getting electrocuted while working with it

𝗏𝗂

✮ she's loves accompanying you in your workplace, doesn't matter if she has any idea what's going on or not

✮ she enjoys helping you by handing you tools before you could even ask, like she knows what you need then goes to get it right away

✮ at some point, she also starts gathering basic knowledge about engineering and would ask you if you two could try out an experiment she saw online. it almost blew up the whole college campus but it made her happy, so it's worth it

✮ she secretly takes videos of you when you're working, posts them on her story and most of the time she spams it with you, even takes pictures of your products then showing it off to everybody

✮ when vi notices that you look exhausted or burnt out, she would literally carry you and bring you to bed, making you take a break

✮ one thing that she always does is keep you safe whenever you're working, it could be something small and she'd still have an arm around you. ready to pull you away in case anything happens

✮ vi is your biggest supporter and cheerleader, she's always there cheering you on and encouraging you

𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗅𝗒𝗇

✮ based on league of legends game, caitlyn is actually stem smart so she would have an idea or two on the stuff that you're doing

✮ she would help you make a couple tweaks and fix the little mistakes that went unnoticed, it makes her happy to be able to lessen your burdens a little

✮ she lays on your shoulder while you're writing and drawing on your blueprints, just observing you silently and admiring your intelligence

✮ she would cut up fruits and bring them to you if she notices that you've not been eating on time due to your busy schedule. feeds you sometimes even when you tell her to just leave it at the side

✮ if you're the type to work while wearing headphones and airpods, she'd have a note somewhere on your wall with the words. "make sure it's on a suitable volume!!"

✮ speaking of notes, it's not just one note on your wall. at some point, you even created a special space for her to stick the reminders on the wall and surprisingly you actually listen to her even when she's not there

✮ if you got a bad grade on your tests or assignments, caitlyn wouldn't hesitate to console you and revise the materials all over again. she'd understand your frustration and will comfort you by saying that she's always proud of you

may I request headcannons for arcane? :> if so, here’s my request, if not perfectly fine this just went pop into my head.

Fandom: Arcane

Characters: Whichever and however many you please I have no real preference other than jinx or Vi

the headcannon: Basically just if someone were to threaten their s/o / if someone started beating up their s/o

If that’s not specific enough feel free to message me! Your doing great on ur stories :D

thank you so much !!! ♡

tw ❦ blood, reader getting beat up

platonic ❦ romantic ❦ neutral

fandom ❦ arcane

character(s) ❦ violet, jinx

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if someone were to threaten to beat you up, she would threaten them right back

would 100% be in their face

if they tried to do something, she would punch that asshole somewhere google maps ain’t ever gonna find ‘em (ignoring the fact that doesn’t exist)

however if she were to walk in on someone beating you up

ohohohoho

that bitch is gonna have at least a third of their bones broken

(do i know what that means? no, because i’m an idiot in math terms)

she will beat that sucker u p

even if you can hold your own, she is VERY protective of you, and if someone hurts you they’re dead meat.

after she beats their ass she’ll tend to your wounds (even if it’s just a minor scratch)

becomes a bit more protective of you for awhile afterwards

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well first of all, jinx being who she is, someone threatening to beat you up is a bit unlikely, much less someone actually beating you up

however if someone were to threaten to do so, jinx would just laugh and dare them too, looking a bit insane

and if that insane look of hers somehow doesn’t fend them off and they actually try something

jinx would stare at them with a crazed look in her eyes before saying something like,

“what did you just do?”

before laughing and blowing their ass up

i myself feel that jinx isn’t as good with hand-to-hand combat as she is with her inventions,

and so, if she were to walk in on something actively beating you up, i have a feeling instead of beating them up she would just. fire fishbones at them

problem solved you’re safe that’s what matters 👍🏻

you’re jinx’s top priority

no matter what

hope you enjoy! jinx’s was hard cuz she’s kinda unpredictable but i hope i did her justice ^^

arcane headcanon 4: oh finally a jinx/powder and silco one

-i think silco used to carry a comb in his pocket when jinx was younger but stopped once it wasn’t needed anymore and she was starting to care for her own hair completely on her own.

-little jinx could be sitting around minding her own business in his office and he takes a moment to glance at her on the floor working on her gadgets and goes up to her to check on her.

-he crouches down and ask how are things coming along but as she answers he sees a hair out of place and pulls out the comb to fix it to get it perfect. she would stop talking and make the most annoyed but holding it in face.

-he sometimes cares more about her own hair then she does (ok a lot of the times) but sometimes jinx just wanna not deal with her hair or don’t mind how messy it looks no matter how much silco says she has to take care of it and how beautiful it is. her thing is-“it’s just going to get messed up again anyway!”

-even a time when down in the bar and just the gang, jinx was sitting there feeling really part of the group and big, listening to whatever they were saying and silco was behind her and pulled out the little comb to move hair outta the way, nonchalant without thought. she made the same face and some members smiled noticing the interaction but silco and them continue on talking. jinx patted it back down.

could you maybe do jinx headcannons w/ disabled! reader? Or like chronically ill/chronic pain? maybe like some mobility aids or smth idk, I just love the way u write her sm 😞🙏

A/n: yes, yes and yes anon!!! Also, I thank you immensely for the compliment!!! I always tend to worry about mischaracterization and that just gave me a huge boost of confidence :) hope you enjoy anon!

Jinx x Disabled!reader Headcanons

Warnings: swearing, fluff, jinx being an absolute doll when it comes to taking care of the person she loves

Jinx would absolutely build you a customized cane/ prosthetic/walker/wheel chair

If you already have one, you can expect her to frequently doodle on it when the two of you are relaxing

You'd smile every time you saw the messy blue and pink sketches of smiley faces

If you were ever in pain, she'd have your medication in hand before you could even ask

If you didn't take medication or were simply out she'd massage wherever you were experiencing discomfort

If you took baths to help relax she would join you at any chance she got

"What'cha doooin'?" She'd drawl as she sat on the edge of the bathtub you were resided in

Her braids dangling into the water

The steam in the room from the scalding water causing her eyeshadow to smear and her hair baby hairs frazzled

After undressing she'd tell you to "Scooch"

Where she would then sit behind you in the tub, your back to her chest as she absent-mindedly played with your hair or ran her nails lightly along your back

If you used a wheelchair she would ask to push you around if you wanted, often resulting in her yelling "Full steam ahead, baby!" Anytime someone blocked the path you were taking

If you used a cane she would give you a knowing look anytime Sevika came to pester the two of you

To which you gladly handed it over

And she would either attempt to trip Sevika or make a wack at her shins

Jinx never saw your disability as something to be ashamed of while in a relationship with you despite what others may say

God's help anyone who would attempt to insult you for your disability

"Bold words coming from an ableist, now fuck off" As she flicked the offenders forhead

Where she would then skip away, laughing and waiting for the ticking of the paint bomb she placed on the dumbasses back to go off

She wouldn't deter her eccentric energy from you

If anything, you encouraged her hyper-ness

You hated when people saw you as fragile, a piece of delicate glassware ready to break

And she made sure to not treat you, or allow anyone else to treat you as such on a daily basis

You were strong despite what limitations you may face and she admired it

She often struggled with her own issues and the two of you would bounce encouragement off each other

You were still capable of so much and she never saw you as anything less than normal.

౨ৎ ARCANE JINX dating!headcanons²

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-teaching you self defence with weapons made by her of course, if you already know how to fight and have your own weapons of choice she will simply give them a makeover or design a better and improved (her words) version of them

-she likes when you read to her, talk about your day, just your voice in general; it might look like she's not listening and just examining your face but trust that she is doing both at the same time lol

-will always wake you up with a big fat and loud kiss on your cheek, it's one of her love languages to give you wet kisses when you least expect them mostly when you're sleeping

-finding different ways to pass time; attempting realistic portraits of each other that results in you two laughing at how bad they are, playing 'don't drop the grenade' where you start off close to each other and eventually you're across the room trying not to let it drop to the ground

-brainstorming ideas for her new gadgets and how to improve her current weapon designs, the 'blueprints' honestly look like a toddler attempted to draw a gun without ever seeing one but it's the thought that counts?

-dating her means that you two now share everything; clothes and shoes if you're the same/similar size, drinks, snacks, food, etc; she will take sips from your drinks and bites from your food

-if you walk by her she will either slap your butt as hard as she can or put her foot out so that you trip and fall into her arms, she doesn't do it with any ill intentions she just wants to have her "you ladies alright?" moment with you

-says she's a good flirt but only uses old funny pick up lines from ten years ago and doesn't know what to say/do when you actually start flirting back

dividers by mikeykuns

✭ UNDOING ✭

PART ONE? // The Sickness That is a Daughter

AN ARCANE FIC: JINX AND SILCO (featuring a Sevika who's actually soft for a hot minute??)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

WORD COUNT: 6.8K

Powder gets very sick, but not sick enough to believe she can't help with every little thing. In his frustrated attempts to convince his ward otherwise, he scares her. Sometimes, the idea that Silco only wants Zaun's respect feels like a fantasy, a lie so tasteful that he almost forgets he likes to be feared.

But not in that moment. Never with her.

(Based on the headcanon that Silco only started to wear makeup to not scare Jinx when she was little Powder. Sorry blog regulars had to pop this one out...probably not gonna write more Arcane stuff but I HAD this idea and I needed to GET IT OUT I'M SORRY LALO AND ROMAN LOVERS…tell me what y’all think tho)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

Silco never put much thought into how little Powder would feel about his face. At this point in life, people either ignore it or fear him because of it. Sometimes it's a neutral, sometimes an advantage. He makes do with what Vander gave him. The girl only questioned it once, a couple days after he took her in all those months ago. It'll be...

A year and some already. And how he's weakened so readily. There is no guilt in the way Silco came to accept his feelings for her. His child that has so much fire, sometimes he's so desperate to nurture it, but other times, he just wants to watch it burn. It's alright. He'll never go anywhere.

"...What's with the eye?"

He took it as a moment to be cheeky. It wasn't his first day on earth, he remembers what children become comfortable with. It was just...he didn't know why it came easy, the desire to see her, Powder Blue, almost-daughter of brother betrayal, comfortable with him. But it's how he ended up where he is now. An almost father.

He's not going to deny it for the sake of ego. Like his deepening care for Powder, it's not beneficial for him.

If you are to not consider the blooming of his flamed heart and angry, coiling bones beneficial.

"I fell on my cigar."

Silco played it seriously. Powder stared before she giggled. Her knobby arms splayed out on the table as she rested her chin there.

"Come on, I'm not stupid. No WAY you fell on your cigar. Your eye would stink like shit!"

His lips flattened into the first smile he ever gave her.

"Language."

Silco was already natural in his discipline (although with every downward tilt of Powder's head, he finds every consequence for her actions slipping away), even when the corners of himself flashed Vander over him - through the water, holding him down and down and down. And he didn't feel the need to tell Powder the truth about what happened to him, to hurt Vander's blue-haired...scrawny extension. Looking at her toothy smile meant not even a thought of hurting her like that.

Is this what being a parent is? Having someone you never want hurt in a world of fatal things? Why would he do this to himself? Why doesn't he end up claiming it's so he can hone in on her growing, literally explosive talents? Why is it so obvious that it's growing into a braided bond that's noosed around his neck. He'll accept the hanging.

But now...now she's hurt. Sick, at least. In this moment, with the way he's feeling watching Powder tiny in the bed, sweating -- confused, he almost regrets taking her in at all.

How could he choose to feel like he's going to rot and burn all at once at the first, first sight of her in pain? It feels like his own sickness. Who'd choose to feel like death with your body still upright?

Fathers. Even if Silco doesn't think the word yet.

"Powder, where does it hurt the most?"

Silco doesn't blink as Powder turns her body on her side, somehow curled and stretched all at once. Her little, round and bug-eyed - a face he's become familiar with, twists. The familiarity makes a difference with how he wants this over now. He thinks, at least.

"Everywhere."

"Everywhere. All alright. I suppose we'll work with that. When did you start feeling like this, how long was it before you came into my room and told me you weren't feeling well?"

Powder blinks hard, but up at the ceiling instead of Silco. "I was...my throat was sore in the morning, I thought it was gonna go away. It always used to go away when they could find things to make soup. But then I started to get sweaty...even though its cold. Why is it cold? I wanna pull my hair out."

"Your hair is fine where it is. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Why did you wait until you were at your absolute worst to crawl into my bed and make me feel like death is coming onto me instead?

Silco noticed that this morning, or yesterday's morning, the way there was no natural cheekiness or child-like intensity, a searing fire that is Powder. What a terrible thing that is. The years will come to pass and the man wonders if she can twist all the things that she is, all the things that will happen to her into something of normalcy. He doesn't think that ideal, they're - she, they're fine as is.

"I told you, I thought it was gonna go bye-bye, like how everything goes away."

Powder sniffles. Silco does not move for a dragging moment, just until he reaches out his thin, cold palm to press to her forehead.

She's burning from the inside.

"Not everything, little girl."

Powder mms. Is it a whine of pain, or a whine of annoyance at the idea she's being corrected? Silco wouldn't know at this point. Maybe one day, when the whole of her grows into something fiery, invasive, jerking, something so insanely nerved, and something he'll always want to take care of to the point where Sevika will see it pointless to mention how much of a problem the girl is.

Silco sighs, eyes closed, ears pierced at the sound of Powder's pained whimpers.

"We'll find you a doctor."

"...A what?"

Silco opens his eyes, head tilting. What? "A doctor, Powder. Because you cannot go five minutes without throwing up, and I'm afraid you'll sweat off a pound you can't afford to lose."

"I don't know what that is. I don't want one."

That's when the man runs his thumb over the sweat of her forehead, wading in the thought that...this - is this really the world the children of Zaun grow up in? He knows it's a hell he's trying to maintain, trying to change for the better, for all of them - so he very much knows that its people aren't going to have the best access to easy, decent health, but he wouldn't have thought it so far that Powder and others wouldn't know what a doctor is.

Unfortunately, he hopes it's her sickly delirium, making her believe she doesn't know what a doctor is. But if not, this is why he's doing what he does, so Zaun can thrive.

Powder coughs. It's nearly manic, all in her throat. Silco kisses her forehead. He doesn't know what else to do because he's not a doctor and might as well have taken his injector and placed it over his heart with the way he's feeling at the sight of her right now.

"We'll make you soup."

It'll be nothing, he won't put Powder in a life where she has to hope that her guardians are able to find things to heal her. That's not a life this wild thing deserves.

Powder coughs again, it's heavy.

"And you'll see a doctor. Or, a doctor will see you. They can only make you feel better. Unless you try to bite them like you did Sevika when she came to check on you, then they'll put you down."

A false meanness that can only bring her smile, or at the very least, a whine without pain.

Powder jolts upright.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???"

Silco shushes, it feels like a smile on his tongue.

"I'm fooling you, little girl. But I'm not going to beg you to behave nicely once they come."

"I'll pull their hair out if I can't pull out mine. And don't ever lie again."

Powder's not teasing, it's an order for Silco. And he understands, being lied to is the worst feeling - next to what his heart wears now.

He wouldn't underestimate the child as if she couldn't. Or wouldn't.

"Alright, I'll remind them and myself to be on our best behavior."

Powder, limbs mangled and sickly face hardened, simply ploofs right back into the bed, coughing again. She nuzzles her head into Silco's pillows. It's only him observing how she's coating his bed with her sickness. He's not angry or frustrated, he accepts it like he accepts the noose.

"I'm sleeping here tonight."

Silco can't place the exact moment when his ward stopped asking for things and started to take them. He's just aware he's never put much effort into stopping her.

"Am I allowed to say no?"

"No."

He already knew that. Powder didn't ask to sleep in his bed when she crawled into it a few hours ago, he had to realize there was a tiny body tossing and turning in his bed at the sound of terrible coughs and snotty sniffles. Silco wasn't dreaming, so it wasn't as if she was a bother anyway, but since she's grow into his home and life, Powder has found the habit of sleeping at his side when she feels like it.

It crosses a boundary he didn't know was there, but with her nightmares, the bug-eyed little face that walks in against the Zaun's night light...Silco can't deny her.

"You already know how to wear an aura of impose, hm?"

"Of course I do. You should know that already, silly. Don't be silly."

Powder's voice goes high, still child-like in its scratchiness. Silco wears a genuine smile that, although small, is one he can't afford.

"I'll be whatever I want to be and you'll be just fine by tomorrow, or the next day."

If Janna wants peace in this world, Powder will be healthy very soon. Silco will come to hurt the things in front of him, against logic, against morals if it means he can release the pit of what he feels looking at his sick child. But he's not in the wrong.

That's only if she doesn't get better. And she will.

"Don't be silly, silly, silly-"

Powder hacks, Silco smile drops. The way she's spilling her words, there's nothing intentional about it. There isn't the intensity that grows with her in weight and height, it's just...sickness. Sickness growing with every droplet of sweat and clammy glance at him.

"Silly. I'm not silly either-"

"One of our people has been feeding our information to enforcers."

He would've known Sevika was coming down the hall a mile away if it were any other night. He only turns his head, hand resting on Powder's ankle.

"What?"

"Everything went as planned...except for the fact there were about two dozens of those fuckers swarming where the trade was supposed to take place. Your paying customer was trapped, it was hell trying to get to him and fuck, I think he was holding his breath the entire time."

Silco looks to the wall. He feels a tiny but harsh squeeze to his hand on his knee. Sevika stands straight, hand ready to point and fist in her incoming ramble.

"You said Piltover's goons would be one less thing to deal with in terms of trading and building all of this now that we have Marcus's dick choked. I believe it, but there is no possible way that what I had to deal with today was a result of the topside's peachy genius investigation techniques. They had to have gotten a tip, I don't think Marcus has the balls to go against you for the sake of his morals yet."

Silco doesn't make a movement, something natural in an attempt to not reveal what he's thinking.

But he squeezes the tiny, clammy hand over his.

"You sound right. So be right. You'll find out who it is and bring them to me, and you'll get your due for today."

There is a sudden boiling of rage at the idea someone is betraying him. Again, only this time, it'll be so much easier to bring whoever the rat is to justice. So, he won't put so much of his feeling, said rat doesn't deserve his anger. He won't rage in front of Powder.

"We need your...recognizable personality. Some locals took advantage of the situation and stole twenty cases of Shimmer."

"Are you-" Silco stifles his own words. Still, the ability to control his anger in situations like this for Powder hasn't come naturally just yet. "Twenty? The enforcers were the problem. The rat is the problem, but also the fact you can't stop addict gutter trash from thieving our supply?"

"Not gutter trash, Silco. A mid-level gang, you could almost call them an organization."

"Who are you calling gutter trash-"

"Powder, rest."

Sevika shrugs harshly, she might as well act like a child herself and roll her eyes.

"...I'm not calling them gutter trash, that's the whole damn point, kid-"

"She's sick, Sevika."

"Yeah, no shit. She's sicker than before. Her immune system has made her even more of a problem for you, who knew-"

Silco stands. His movement is a as quick as an impulse and his fist is as tight as the way Powder held him the day he found her.

"Sevika, do you forget yourself? When did it become so easy for you to allow yourself excuses. An organization? Oh my. What are we to do but...oh, b-but shiver and crawl into our favorite hiding spaces?" He rolls his shoulders. "Will you continue to lessen your failures by blowing up the egos of our competitors? Or will you do your job and burn them in flame and duty to get back what our networking customers have paid us?"

Sevika stares. Her silence means Silco's harsh, teething words were successful. Productive. As the way of a boss. Her hand drops.

"That's why I need you. You don't think bloodshed was my first thought? It's easy, it gets the job done, but yeah...they're an organization. We get the Shimmer back with blood on our hands and we have the issue of their surviving crew coming after us."

The woman, brown-skinned and harsh-eyed, takes a step or two closer. Silco does not miss the way her sights flicker behind him at Powder's coughing.

No, not coughing.

Rasping. Rattling.

Silco turns to Powder in the bed, sitting back down as quickly as he stood up. His palm engulfs the skin of her cheek.

"Powder, breathe. Cough and breathe. What is wrong?"

"...My throat," The little blue one blinks hard, as if her vision isn't quite there when she doesn't. "My lungs are being silly."

She giggles herself into more rasping. Silco's mouth parts, worry flared at the nose and in the way his usually slicked-back hair falls over. Of course, he doesn't have it gelled in bed. Powder likes to pull on it sometimes when she has sleepy questions concerning dreams or memories. Things that frustrate him in the night, things that are answered with "Why don't you go to bed and figure it out yourself?"

But Silco wants to strangle the feeling at the pit of his chest, the feeling -- the need to make sure she doesn't fall asleep. Why would he not want to her to rest when she's like this?

That's only if something this sickly would make sure she doesn't wake up again, and the thought eats away at me, as if she isn't just a girl I took in only a year ago, my life would go back to what it was before.

"Powder. How about you look at me, hm? What's wrong? Will you tell Silco what's wrong? Powder."

No. No, it wouldn't.

"...We don't have the image or the name right now. You know that, you know we can't just kill whoever we want and expect Zaun to fear to the point of submission. We need time for that. We need to play the waiting game. You go into their spot, make a deal of long-term trading for the twenty cases. They'll see that's a better investment than twenty cases now. We play the submissive for now, and then...we burn them. We burn them when your name grows with whatever empire you fantasize about."

Whatever Sevika's saying, suggesting - Silco knows she's right. It's why she's his number one in his mission, his dream for Zaun. But her plan isn't colored right in his head, it's washed out by the little one. He feels no guilt or frustration over it.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Fine. But not tonight."

He can feel Sevika's eyes widen and body shrug up in her own frustration.

"Not tonight? They could scab all the supply by tomorrow!"

"It doesn't matter how many cases we get back, does it?" It's venom on the man's tongue. He won't regret it later. "We'll be selling it back to them in your plan of long-term tradings and dealings. So yes. Not tonight. Sniff out the rat and go. Before I change my mind just to punish your failings of today."

Silco press the back of his palm to Powder's cheek and forehead. If she was a fire just ten minutes ago, there's a hell inside her now.

She whimpers. He shushes.

"When I tell you she's becoming a problem, half of the time, I don't mean that as an insult to her. And you know that."

Silco does, but he won't admit it to the one-armed woman who does mean it as an insult to Powder the other half of the time.

"If her fever's so high to the point where she can't understand what's being said around her, then we should've gotten a doctor hours ago. But you can let her rest. She's not going to die within the three hours you're gone-"

"Sevika. Do not assume what I'm thinking. It isn't smart. Nor needed."

"I can help."

Somehow - and suddenly, Powder's sitting up. She almost falls over, she would've if Silco didn't hold her by the shoulders. He squeezes them, head coming lower.

She can barely hold her own head up, let alone her whole body.

"We can all go. We don't have to wait for a millionnnn years, Sevika. That's stupid. And I do know what's being talked around me. I know because I can tell you that we can just make em' go.....boom."

He didn't think he'd have to deal with Powder's need to be needed tonight. The vomit, the rotting fear, and the coil of seeing her sick, something going wrong with the deal? Yes, he could handle and assume all those things would be things to deal with, but the little girl's so sick that Silco didn't possibly think she'd manage to bring up her extreme desire to be useful, to have anything to do if it means her guardian trusts her.

He doesn't know when he noticed Powder's need to be needed, but it's trickled into the business end of his life. Always the little girl asking for him to bring her bombs along just in case they're needed, and she's always hoping things get dire enough that they will be.

Maybe his feelings will change later on, but there's nothing much he feels comfortable with having her do. To pick her satisfaction over her safety is something Silco has done on more one occasion, but not tonight.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Powder, you have to rest for when the doctor comes. And what has happened tonight...one day,"

It feels natural, need to lower his head more and press his forehead against hers. Blue against black.

"One day, you'll set every fire that is needed. But not tonight. That doesn't mean your work is put to waste...but you need to rest."

"...No. I can go. I can bring the bombs I showed you, I can-"

"No. You can't. I think you're aware of that, child-"

Even though she's a sickly sixty-pounder, Silco finds it difficult to hold her down by the shoulders when she fights against him.

"No! I can help, I promise! Do you think I'm gonna-I'm gonna ruin everything?!"

"No, Powder. I don't doubt that you can be of use, but you're sick, and we're not going tonight anyhow."

His convincing feels genuine, it feels like a second talent, but Powder doesn't take. She squirms - Silco's nearly thankful Sevika doesn't take this moment to mutter or sigh, his frustration boils with every weak fist his child throws at him.

"You're lying! You think I'm gonna ruin everything!"

"I never said that, who's the liar now? Is it still me? You-"

He exhales low when trying to put her down into the bed. "You need rest. You know everything hurts, you know you can barely get out of my bed. You're not stupid, Powder, so stop pretending you are."

"You're only not going tonight because of me! I'm already ruining it! I don't want to! I promise I don't! I can stop being sick-"

She's right about why Silco has no thought of leaving tonight. Sevika might agree with the child for the first time since she's taken home here.

"Powder. Enough."

Her head jolts suddenly, off to side...as if something on the bed has interrupted her breaking tantrum. It happens sometimes, she'll be talking to him, it's a conversation that's not turning to be an enjoyable one, and then...she'll be looking past him, or behind herself - like someone's shouting her name, as if she can see ghosts.

Who doesn't? But if Silco were to turn back to see whatever Powder's looking at, he always thinks he'll see a monster of hell himself. That's how real Powder's tension comes to when she's like this.

"Shut up! Shut up! I know I am! I'm trying not to! That's why I want to go! Aren't you listening to me?!"

She breaks free from Silco's grasp, pushing her body back into the headboard. It sounds harsh. All so harsh and pained for a girl who shouldn't even be sitting upright.

What she's never done when she's like this is talk. Silco doesn't think she's screaming at him.

"Go away! Get away from us!"

This girl is so much more than he could imagine. It's the worst thing. The best thing. He'll see. It doesn't matter anyhow.

But here, it's the worst. It's Powder terrified and rageful at whatever's colored the room, whatever she can only see. He can admit it. He doesn't have the faintest idea of what to do. But he needs to see her stop screaming, stop acting like she's in pain.

His heart can't handle it.

"You know what? I'll call a doctor."

Sevika's off in quick, heavy footsteps. Silco runs his hand through his hair, standing up and over Powder.

"Powder. That's enough. Whatever you're hearing, ignore it. You need rest, it's no use..." He couldn't know now. He'll have to learn, and still, he won't regret this. This girl, even if her insecurities kill him with a heartbreak he would have never had in his lifetime. "Arguing with them. It's pointless."

"Just take me with you! Please." Powder puts her hand over hear ears. "Or at least my bombs? Please!"

"No. I told you. I'm not going. That is final. And do not make this about you and your false ideas of destruction. I choose to stay. You are my responsibility. That is not a fault. It is a fact. I get to decide what I prioritize. Not Sevika. Not you. Do you understand?"

Tears fall from her grey bug eyes. It's only his frustration that allows Silco to not turn into a pond at the sight. He stands tall.

The order gets the girl to look at him, it feels like a stand-off. Not just between him and her.

And she's lost when she flinches, eyes squeezing shut with all the frustration her little body can hold.

"SHUT UP! THEY'RE SAYING YOU'RE LYING! THAT YOU'RE A LIA-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Silco, in the piercing silence, doesn't realize how close he's gotten to Powder's face in his shout. Their noses nearly touch.

Her eyes are open, only to flinch again when she stare back into his. It's not the air she's yelled into. It's him, it's all him.

He's sure of it when Powder attempts to look him in the eyes - the eye again, only to whimper and turn away, like something horrible will happen if she's to stare at it for too long.

It's a fatal whimper, a fatal avoidance of him and the eye, the monstrosity he's come to embrace at his iris, at his soul...it's fatal. It kills whatever strength he had to distance himself from her.

It's fatal to his strength in general. He's hurt. Janna forbid, Janna who hates his soul so, he's hurt at her fear.

"Powder. Look at me."

There was a point after Vander's betrayal, after his recovery that Silco couldn't dare to look at a mirror. He despised what his brother in arms turned his face into, but no...in a way, he can thank the false friend for what he did. The breaking and poisoning of his eye only revealed what Silco was underneath.

A body to be imposing. Feared. Respected. All for the man who wanted to see Zaun freed from Piltover. But for the first time since, Silco can't handle the thought of being seen a monster.

Not with his little one.

It's grating, the growing panic at the way she won't look at him.

"Will you look at the man who wants to give you everything?"

It's the first time he's admitted it by word and not just by thought. He gets down on one knee, inhaling sharp when Powder flinches under his hand touching her shoulder.

She lies flat on the bed, turning over. They sit in the heavy silence for a bit. Silco, smooth in word as he is, can't do much but curse his panic and hurt.

"I want to give you everything. Will you let me, Powder? Will you let the old man give you everything you want?"

She wants to be needed. Trusted. He'll find a way, not knowing that he's never had the same desire - except with her.

"...A doc's coming. One of the...medicinal kind, if you understand what I'm saying."

Silco closes his eyes when he hears the rasping grow from Powder again.

"Did you hear Sevika? Someone's coming to make sure you feel better. You'll feel better, and you'll stop scaring me so, hm? We'll stop scaring each other."

He sighs when the only response is more rasping, his forehead falls against her back. Her shirt is cold with sweat.

The three of them fail to move until Silco half-heartedly decides it's time to fall away from the girl after a waiting minute or so, give her some time alone before the doctor comes. But it's possible she won't be alone, he doesn't know how to fix that. Except to be the real thing in the room with her.

"Those types of healers, they're vials are expensive."

Silco stands and turns to Sevika, already at the doorway with his arms very, very slightly bend at his sides. "That concerns me how?"

"Kids get sick. It's not the end of the world, she might be better by tomorrow if you knock her out right now."

Silco will not accept the word might when it comes to Powder. Never.

"You can go, if you want."

He puts his hands behind his back. Sevika's brow furrows.

"What?"

"You don't need me, only my word. If you want to be fun with it, play it as if you're going behind my back. I'm sure growing drug empires that happen to be made of gutter trash don't appreciate loyalty as much as I do."

Silco leaves her there, no care the woman's in his personal chambers. He needs to be sure the girl will never come to fear him again, because what happened tonight can never happen again.

There's not enough people in his path to bury the rage in if it does.

For now, it's a wall when he turns the corner. He can't know Sevika keeps herself watching Powder's rattling body curled on his bed.

She sighs, walking over. She could know how the tiny, blue-haired soul of sickness and pale-born tragedy blinks in confusion. She knows the weight creaking on the bed isn't Silco's.

"I know what it's like to be a daughter, kid. Most women do. Sometimes...sometimes daughters are problems. You can't beat it. And it doesn't mean anything to the people who love you most of the time. You'll see." Sevika leans forward, elbows on her knees. "What I'll have to deal with that man in the years to come if he doesn't make the right decision of booting you out of our lives is what you'll see so clearly. You'll be so fucking happy. Peached. Watch."

Sevika looks down. Because fathers never make the right decision. They never care about the problem that is a child that latches onto you and pulls down into the water until your lungs drown. They don't even think to regret it when it becomes their end.

It'd be beautiful if it wasn't so stupid.

"I hope when you get better, you make it so you're less of a problem for me. Hopefully, all this sickness is making you feel for a more grateful approach to what you have."

Sevika gets up, bed creaking under her again.

"You better not tell Silco I sat on his bed."

She leaves in silence, both in lack of word and thought. Powder curls.

"I will."

✭・.・✫ ✭・.・✫ ✭・.・✫ ✭・.・

Silco sits in his chair, holding up the compact. He can't remember the last time he cared to use this. He stares into the orange flame of his eye, blinking at the mirror.

There's no embarrassment when powdering on the foundation. He simply covers the rot of his eyelid and cheek. If this is what it takes for Powder to not be afraid of him, then so be it. It doesn't even matter if it was only because the situation was a cocktail of anger and already well-born fear. He won't take the chance.

Silco can't waste his time remembering when he'd be so strong to have never cared in the first place. He can't trust little Powder to stay strong at the sight of his scar, but he can let her know he is to be trusted. Always.

He patters it along the skin until it almost looks like...the face of an approachable man. Huh.

"Ta-da."

There's no tone but a lack there of in his voice. He stands up, taking his injector out of his pocket and into the hall.

The doctor, the healer said Powder was infected with a quick-acting virus, nothing too dangerous as long as the needed medicine is regularly given over the course of a few days. Silco didn't take it with smiles and praise. No, not when the little one was out of it for the entire check-up. He trusted the doctor to be right, but it didn't change the fact that seeing her so ill meant a loss of logic on his head and heart.

Silco, on his way to his room, stops at the doorway of Powder's. It's a moment that sits with him.

He opens the door, looking at the colored, messy space that is hers. It's decorated with drawings (the walls and papers all over the floor). There's no chance Vander ever thought to teach her to make a bed. Silco's not sure he could get her to learn now.

But the bombs strewn about the floor are what truly belongs to the girl's mind. With every passing day and chance he takes on her, Silco can see the fire of her brain, what destruction she's able to take on with every creation.

"You, you, you, little girl."

It's a prize. Her mind is prize. There is even no even when it comes to Powder and her mind, there is not fault he can accept with a "despite". No, it's just her that he'll watch grow into something bigger than what he could know now.

He picks up one of her bombs, studies it in the light of Zaun. The room's getting cramped, he'll have to find her a space for her toys.

The one he's picked up is pink, butterflies and monkeys doodled all over what could kill an entire building of people with a pull of its string. What's under his shoe is a drawing.

Of him. Or he thinks. It's obvious her true talent lies in her explosives. But it's a man suited in red and black, one eye bright with orange and hair pushed back.

Silco does not smile, he just picks the drawing up. He folds it into his pocket. He leaves Powder's room, her bomb in one hand and the injector in the other.

"Janna! Silco, sorry."

Sevika's always in a hurry, she's nearly slammed into him on his way out into the hall.

"Gonna get rid of the kid with her own stuff? I never mentioned to be that cruel-"

"I tell you. Do not forget yourself." The woman stills, licking her lips. It's defeat on her face. "You are going?"

"Yeah. I'm going. And I thought about your jab. It works. If I pretend this is me going behind your back, they might feel inclined to not pull this shit again when their dealings gotta be dealt under your nose."

Silco smirks, although half of his face can't give into his knowing amusement. "That is a benefit. Yes. But there's been a change of plans." He hands Sevika the bomb. "You'll play for a moment or two, let them think they're on top. Everyone deserves something like that before they're blown into mist."

Sevika's head jolts in a tilt.

"Wait. No. That's not what we agreed. That goes against everything about what we planned-"

"What you came up with. And it was the best idea of the hour. But I thought on it...you want the name, Sevika? You'd like our image seared into the minds of our enemies, present and eventual?"

Silco closes her palm over Powder's creation.

"You give them a show."

The woman can't bear to look at him. Silco can't bear to care. "We don't need to play waiting games when we have ticking time bombs. Any Zaunite organization with half a brain won't think to do us misjustice after it's shown we’ll blow any wrongdoers to pieces. And if they do end up at the door with all those misjustices...see the previous statement."

Silco's off to his room, there's no argument to be lost on him there. His hand tightens over his injector when he reaches the door.

He does understand wanted to be needed to certain extents. Zaun did not ask for him specifically in their quest for freedom, he put himself in the role of a revolutionary because he had to.

His understanding, his need to see Powder happy is why he turns the injection device over in his hand as he pushes the door open.

He creeps into his own bed, careful not to wake the girl with a bounce and tumble out of it. He leans up against the headboard, hands on his lap with his legs straightened out in his sitting up.

He looks to the sleeping child beside him.

"Powder. I have something for you to do for me."

Silco's aware he's stated that she should be asleep. But assuming a restless little girl is awake instead of off in a dream is the smart thing.

"M' not Powder."

"No? Who are you then?"

Powder, or apparently not-Powder, rolls her head. Maybe she's sleeptalking through her dreams, actually.

"M' a...Jinx. M' Jinx. No Powder."

Silco's head leans back, eyes still on her. "Ah, I see. Or...we'll see about that. Jinx or Powder, I have something for you." He watches her turns over, eyes close, palms rested into a gentle fist.

"Sevika sat on your bed."

Most definitely sleeptalking a dream. He taps her nose. Her eyes blink open. For the sake of his heart, he'll ignore the drying tears.

"Would you like to help me with my eye?"

Powder blinks again, this time in confusion. "Your eye? It looks..."

The man lets head tilt down at her. "It looks what?"

Cleaner.

Powder sits up. "Nothing. I don' know. What about your eye?"

"You've seen me with this before, yes?" Silco gestures to his injector. She nods. "This is what I use to put medicine into my eye. I need it to lessen the pain. I can do it, but lately I've been struggling. These types of device require steady hands, accurate hands. Would you like to do it for me? For tonight?"

He nearly regrets this whole ordeal when Powder jumps up as if her lungs weren't rattling away a hour ago.

"Powder! Calm yourself, this is not what you do to get you better. Do you remember what the doctor said-"

Powder snatches the injector from Silco, studying it over above her head. "Duh! I can help-" She begins to hack.

Maybe this should've been saved for the morning, just like how he won't tell her about the use of her bomb until then. When she can fully take in the praise and pride of the moment.

"Powder. Breathe. This can wait til tomorro-"

"NO!"

Powder sniffles after her short but powered cry, like even she understand that was an intensity she shouldn't have allowed herself.

"I can do it now and then we can go to bed."

We. Silco's lips thin like he'll smile.

"Alright. Come closer, follow my instructions."

She does, her knees press into his thigh. When he's guiding her tiny, still clammy hand over his eye socket, Silco realizes it isn't the brightest idea to give a small child a needle to inject into his literal eyeball.

But it'll be her satisfaction over his safety now, he supposes.

"You place it right here, just let it rest for a bit. And then you'll push this." The man puts Powder's other hand over the end of the injector. "It works as a syringe, if you've ever seen one."

"I used to find them on the street all the time! Vander almost knocked out when I stepped on one and started to feel funky. Turned out it was just something called a coincidence. It was just dinner from the night before."

Huh. Her mentions of Vander have lessened, but not died not. Silco doesn't know how to feel about that.

"You have a habit of making your guardians take care of your terrible illnessness?"

But he will not deny her the mention at this time.

Powder shrugs.

"I guess. Now. Do I push in?"

Silco prepares himself, breathing in. "When you're ready-"

And maybe the girl's never not ready, because she just needled his eye with no hesitation, but it was precise. Silco grips the sheets as the shimmer bleeds into him. He won't scare Powder in his rage or in his pain. He does not grunt or groan.

After the pain subsides, Silco looks to Powder staring up at him. Waiting. Nervous. Sitting on her calves.

"...Did I do good?"

"You did very well. You're a natural."

He goes to grab his injector from the girl, but she pulls it to her chest. She ploofs on the bed, eyes already closing.

"Goodnight, Silco."

Silco blinks. He didn't think to make it a patterned thing for her, just tonight - to make her feel better after his slew of mistakes and whatever her head put her through.

"I'll need that back at some point."

"No."

Powder doesn't even shift. Silco sighs.

If Sevika wants to go on about problems with Powder, this is the only one, cause he will need it back at some point and the idea to deny her this isn't a strong one.

"There will be days where you won't be able to do it. Nothing wrong with that, but I don't expect you to do it everyday."

"I don't think so. Goodnight."

Her hand tighten around the injector. As tiny as they are, Silco doesn't think he'd be able to take them from her if he tried.

He sighs, putting the deep-red blanket over her.

He kisses the blue of her hair.

"Goodnight, Powder."

Silco goes to lie beside her, a sleep falling on him so quickly and he won't know that's the exhaust of being a father.

He won't know the closed-eyed smile his little one gives besides him, as smirked as his few can be.

HII HAPPY HOLIDAYS

CAN YOU PLS WRITE JINX×GENDER-NEUTRAL SMUT HEADCANONS PLS

happy holidays!! and i absolutely can. this is gonna be super scatter brained though, so bear with me… and 18+ below or else.

jinx is one hell of a tease. she likes to see you fall apart for her - even before she’s laid a finger on you. watching the need grow in your expression, the lust burn in your eyes… it’s everything to her, and she’ll do anything to get it. if that means duct taping you to a chair, well, it’s not out of the question. she’ll tape you up and strip naked before you, touching herself while you watch. she’ll pinch those pretty pink nipples of hers till they’re angry and red, play with her clit till she’s leaking arousal.

she loves to make sex fun - it’s always a spectacle with her. whether it’s a new toy, a new position, or some off-the-wall role play scenario, she’s down to try it with you. as long as she gets her rocks off and can make you scream her name by the end of the night, she’s more than satisfied.

if you couldn’t tell, jinx is a certified freak. she wants you to spit in her mouth, throw her around, claw your nails down her back. and she’s never opposed to returning the favor.

as freaky as she can be in bed, though, there’s a part of jinx that likes it soft and slow. when you kiss her gently, coax her into bed with whispered praises and hesitant touches, she slips into your hypnosis, drops the kinky sex facade like it was never there to begin with. she’s all soft moans and blushing cheeks, gasping when you slide your fingers through her wet heat. you lower your face between her legs, and she’s yours.

౨ৎ ARCANE JINX dating!headcanons

misc. masterlist

-spontaneous three am dates to graffiti some random building in zaun or even piltover if you two are feeling bold, she'll teach all her stealthy and artistic ways to get things done lol

-laying your head on her lap or shoulder while she works on her newest creations, she will pat your head and throw a big grin your way every once in a while

-she might be loud and outspoken but in a relationship she is a bit shy at first with asking for affection and letting you know what goes on in her mind, though once she gets comfortable she'll talk your ear off about how much she thinks about you

-if you are also into tinkering and building things (she'll be glad to teach you if you don't!) she will treat these moments together as dates and will love every single second of it

-doesn't sleep much but when she does she is knocked out, this means good luck getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night because she will have a strong grip on you and won't let go until she wakes up

-dance parties where you two simply rock out to each other's favorite songs for hours, it's one of her favorite ways to decompress with you!; though she might not consider herself a great dancer by any means she still seems to move perfectly along to the music playing

-needs constant reassurance from you that you won't leave her and that you actually love her, she knows already but just let her know that the voices/hallucinations are wrong about your intentions

-finding random little gifts and trinkets in your space that she left for you, loves to give you surprise gifts of things she's made or stole from up top; sometimes you will find yourself hiding a surprise gift for her, meanwhile she's doing the same, it's like your minds are connected lol

dividers by mikeykuns

Jinx (arcane) headcanons!

[Jinx arcane headcanons]

disorders, disabilities and stims

mental:

ptsd

cluster b definetly bpd, possibly hpd as well

ppd

psychosis possibly schizospec canonically has hallucinations, more than likely delusional as well

autism and adhd

cdd did or some variant she splits alters of people shes lost, her halucinations of them are influenced by each alter as well likely has split alters of young powder and jinx who are the more frequent fronters (based on bts about jinx's facial animation have a soft look for powder sometimes) not a very big system but not small either, and theres a lot of inner chaos.

UTSRD and/or UMD unspecified trauma and stress related disorder and/ or unspecified mental disorder

physical:

hypermobility

mild astigmatism

missing finger

fibromyalgia

aids:

prosthetic finger

braces and compression wear

fidget toys definetly has chewlery, probably made some of the cuffs on her braids revolving like a fidget ring.

stims:

hair anything you can think of to do with her hair, blowing her bangs, rebraiding, fidgeting etc she does all of that

loud noise be it loud music, explosions etc, however some loud noises can be overstimulating especially when theyre repetetive and overlayed like lots of voices or the squeal of speakers.

humming

leg swinging

swivel chair

biting

echolalia certain words of phrases she'll bounce back if she's comfortable but you'll mostly hear her do it with sounds. she meows back at cats, will repeat or complete the end of a jingle she hears etc.

feel free to share your own or request! inbox is always open!

please see the pinned post before interacting.

Anyone wanna jinxify and blow up some tenets with me on League?

I’m looking at fan fiction to get memories and I don’t know if what I’m getting are memories or not-. Like when I see a certain fanart I’ll go “oh yeahhh”, and have a familiar feeling of some sort but not a flashback or anything that I can actually confirm.

By the way if any of y’all wanna add me on League of Legends, my acc on there is called Jinxsdrug.

Tips for Jinx fiction kins-1: Play league!, it’s perfect for shifts, has a bunch of cool Jinx skins to use with her own gadgets and everything!, it’s a pretty fun game if you ignore all the toxicity||2:Grow ur hair out, and braid it more||3:listen to a jinx playlist or something you’d think she’d listen to. My playlist of Jinx on Spotify is called Jinx core by Surigomez, if you wanna check it out.||4: Do something that gets ur adrenaline going, like sky diving||5: Practice ur aim, do shooting practice, anarchy, axe throwing, shooting games like Fortnite, ect||6:Look at fanart of arcane. Fanart can help some people gain there memories back as there kin, and it’s helped me to.||7: DIY. Make stuff, tinker a little. Especially origami, or paper weapons like morning stars and scythes||8: If comfortable and safe for you, collect antique weapons that you think Jinx would like||9:Jinxify ur room, add arcane featured graffiti and figurines, steampunk vintages, ect||10:Collect fidgets that you like||11:Toy guns that work besides jinx’s DIY one||12:Roleplay as her, cosplay, or do a C.ai chat with, or as her||13:Dress in similar clothing as her, like black halter tops, steampunk, boot cut ripped colorful fishnet leggings, panty shorts, zombie apocalypse core, knee high furred colorful socks, short volumed skirts with unique designs, lots of thick belts, faux bullet belts, combat boots, fishnet shirts, glow core clothes, grunge cami’s, arm and hand gloves, pantaloons, leather corsets, compression shirts, ect. I have a whole page on Pinterest about Jinx and what I think she’d wear. My Pinterest is called ^^-_Delusiona_-^, and the Jinx board is called ‘My Shayla’||14:read arcane comics and fan fictions, or look at game voicelines and animations, wiki of Jinx, or head canons about Jinx or characters involved with her||15: Vintage telescopes, pink Lava lamps, flail fidget, Jinx inspired altoid box, blue circular crystals, clockwork lighters, punching bags, plasma lamps, steampunk room light switch, pink and blue LED lighting, firework gyros spinning fidget, corrupted magic fairy lights, Jinx mechanical middle finger cosplay item, make Jinx’s face mask and monkey bomb, neon slime, pocket galaxy fidget toys, faux grenade fidget, 3d gear ball fidget, neon fidgets, smoke machines, tents, faux bow and arrow set, ect||16: Sublimnals for Jinx||17: I think she’d love Cotten candy and gummies idk||18: Practice graffiti||19:action movies||20: Outside theater dates||21: Make a jinx journal/diary or scrapbook||22:Jinxify things in ur house like a volleyball||23:Buy purple glitter for shimmer||24:Practice ur reflexes||25:Buy ‘Wreck this Journal’ by Kepi Smith||26:Go roller skating||27:Go to the arcane house||28:Paint ur nails like Jinxes||29:Get an Ikea plush shark||30: Make homemade drinkable shimmer!, how?, well first you need a plastic tube(s), fresh or bottled lemon juice, pink and purple luster dust, butterfly pea flower tea, measuring cup, and something to brew ur tea in. After you have all that, step 1 is boil ur water, then step 2 is place ur tea into a tea maker, then step 3 is put in the hot water, then step 4 is wait for 5 minutes, then step 5 is get ur measuring cup and add ice or refrigerate to make ur tea cool faster. Step 6 is pour/strain ur tea into a measuring cup, and step 7 is fill ur “shimmer” tube about 2/3 or 3/4 of the way full, ( or less if you want to dilute it, or have a more 50/50 lemon tea ratio ) step 8 is add ur desired amount of lemon juice, step 9 is add ur luster dust, and then close the cap|| And that’s all for now!.

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