Timebomb - Blog Posts
MY HEART BRO-
The remix if you haven't seen it!! Idk how they managed to make it MORE heartbreaking.
The best part of mv, sorry
I'll write something soon (I hope)
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝
𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝙴𝚔𝚔𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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CW: threesome, sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, crempie, no plot, slightly jealous reader
I don't know wtf I just wrote, but let it be here
(can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌)
men and minors dni.
You were on your knees, face in front of Jinx’s swollen and dripping with arousal folds. Your hot breath makes her whimper and squirm on Ekko’s lap, while he’s holding her thighs spread wide apart.
His fingers gently spread her pussy lips giving you complete access to Jinx. You leaned down, lapping on her salty fluid and looking up for approval, just to see how Ekko deliciously sucking her neck while squeezing her petite breasts. Jinx’s face is flushed red, her breathing is heavy and ragged. And you feel jealous, but don't know who you're more jealous of.
You met Ekko a few months ago, after Jinx's ‘death’. You were always obsessed with her, her image. So getting her ex-boyfriend was more than an appealing idea to you. He just needed relief after his loss and you could enjoy the thought that every time you two kissed, you felt Jinx's lips on yours.
Her pleading gaze was making your excitement grow with each damn second. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting your hot saliva teasingly drip over Jinx's aching clit.
Her breath hitched and Ekko was ready to muffle her moan with his mouth, pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Blood rushed to Jinx's cheeks as if she was in a fever, and you groaned contentedly at the sight, fucking her tight entrance with your tongue.
Ekko's fingers buried in your hair, pulling your head closer in between Jinx's thighs, while his other hand was pressed to her lower belly, enhancing the stimulation until she was almost crying with pleasure, desperately rubbing herself against your mouth.
“Fuck you… Both,” she whimpered plaintively in a hoarse voice, making Ekko chuckle slightly.
You felt her walls convulsed around your tongue, milking it, as she finished intensely. Her hips shook slightly as her inner muscles continued contracting.
You exhaled, raising on their level, just to lean to Jinx's lips in a messy kiss, letting her taste herself in your tongue.
“You’re… Amazing… I didn’t expect that” Jinx muttered weakly, leaning slightly down to leave hickeys on your neck and collarbone as Ekko grabbed your chin, pulling you into another kiss. He grabbed your ass with one hand and Jinx's breast with another, making you both gasped in surprise. You desperately rubbed yourself against Jinx's thigh, your need for release almost painful.
Finally you changed position, now you were sensually riding Ekko’s thick length while kissing Jinx who was sitting on his face, moaning softly into your mouth. Your hands run over his abs, enjoying its hardness as he slapped his hips against yours. You could feel every depth he was reaching inside of you and it was driving you crazy.
You leaned down to suck on Jinx's breast, teasingly trailing the counter of the cloud tattoo on her chest before gently biting her sensitive nipple. She gasped softly, arching her back from overwhelming sensations.
You could feel your own juices coating your thighs and Ekko's lower stomach. Then Jinx reached down to rub your clit, making you whimper with a delicious sense of fullness and her teasing. Your hips moved faster as you milked Ekko's cock, knocking needy moans out of him. He tried to push himself deeper inside you, not forgetting to take care of Jinx’s needy folds. Your hands moved all over their bodies, enjoying their lean physique.
With final thrust his cock twitched, pulsing softly as he released inside your tight walls. This thought alone was enough to send you over the edge. With a weak moan you collapsed into Jinx's arms, your thighs sticky and shaky as your inner muscles clenched around Ekko's cock prolonging your orgasm.
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(I really don't like it, but I spent the whole night on this shit, so I just needed to post it)
The song playing during Ekko and Powder's scene “Ma Meilleure Ennemie” by Stromae, Pomme perfectly portraying Timebomb feels like the final nail in the cofin.
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, but also the worst thing that ever happened to me. The day I met you, I would’ve preferred that it never happened. The worst of blessings. The most beautiful jinx. ... You know what they say keep your closest friends near, but keep your enemies even closer. But my dearest enemy is you.
(I don't know French but I saw transletions in Reddit and youtube https://www.reddit.com/r/arcane/comments/1gy3tkk/no_spoilers_ma_meilleure_ennemie_my_dearest_enemy/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll8ThFiR1tk&pp=ygUUbWEgbWVpbGxldXJlIGVubmVtaWU%3D)
Arcane fandom right now:
WHat dO yOu mEAn SHe is deAD NO SHE ISN't TaKE THAT BACK
"Maybe in another life" "Why not this one"
SESBIAN LEX LETS GOOOOOOOOOO
He got his partner back but at what cost
I WAAAANA FEEL IT... I BET ON LOOSING DOGSSSSSSS
"I finished Arcane or did Arcane finish me" "I don't know about you but Cait did finish and that is all that matters"
!!!Spoilers for Arcane s2 act III
I am in shambles, completely undone. The creators love giving us all we want only to destroy it in the next 5 seconds.
It feels so unfinished. Not due to any fault of the writers but because I still can't comprehend it. I really waited for a scene ala Marvel after the credits where at least one of the 3 YOU KNOW WHOs showed up Delulu is on max bc I still believe that we will get Jinx and Lux going on an adventure with Viktor's robot and Yasuo. (Yes, I know it isn't game cannon)
arcane but Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind au with Vi as Joel, Caitlyn as Clementine, Maddie as Patrick, Jinx as Mary, Silco as Dr. Howard, and Ekko as Stan
it can’t just be me who thinks this is a good idea…
Istg I'm gonna lose my SANITY because of this fandom. Jinx would either kill herself on the spot or throw herself after Vi. She wouldn't just randomly kiss some dude and ride off into a happily ever after. Stupid mfs. #shitbomb
AU AU, haha (like, Australian AU, Geddit?) because I went to Bunnings yesterday and Jinx would've loved Bunnings.
ever wish you could just stay in one moment?
“Didn’t you try to kill him?”
“The greatest thing we can do in life…”
“…is find the power to forgive.”
Repeat after me: You don't have to put something down in order to elevate another.
And also while you're at it: People can date and love more than one person in their lives. People can ship more than one pairing at the same time. Love and respect are unlimited. They won't run out if you use it.
absolute tragedy seeing people tear down one ship to talk about another ship like. do you actually like your ship more than you hate the other? please learn to like things without having to tear other things down thanks!
make no mistake, I am well aware I am projecting onto both Ekko and Jinx like hell, I know...
and yet.
can't stop thinking about them.
like, imagine how he would cope with her loss. it's not that hard, there are some truly amazing fanfiction works that are exploring that topic, I am just offering you my spin, my musings that I keep leaving here instead of sitting down and writing my own fanfic.
how would he cope?
first, of course, comes the shock. just... an exhale, his chest caving in, hands trembling, tears ready to spill onto his cheeks —
and then - slam! — an imaginary metal wall drops down on him, cutting all feelings off, as if they are buzzing behind it, but Ekko can't access them anymore.
he needs to work. do something, solve something, save her someone, at least...
so he works.
there goes denial. there was no body, she may be alive, there was no body, so maybe she didn't suffer long when she died. he is fine, he is fine, he is fine, there is so much to do in Zaun, clearing out the streets, cleaning, burying, mourning, treating the injured, supporting others, overseeing the works, playing with kids, designing, inventing, building — he is freaking fine, there was no body found, so he's fine, he has no time to stop, he'll rest later, later because there's not anyone he can truly share the load with...
of course, they fucking took her from him.
of course, she fucking left. left Vi, left Sevika, damn her, left him.
she fucking left him.
alone.
to fend for himself — and everyone and everything else.
she stayed, she fought alongside him, she tinkered, ate, slept next to him — and still fucking left him!
alone!
again!
— so there comes anger
and makes everything even worse.
[tbc.]
it's so heartwarming to read fics where Ekko is all patient, level-headed, and painfully tender with Jinx.
makes me question whether I have finally turned cold, pessimistic, and heartless when I smile reading them, smile through the tears and think of how much work it would take for them both to allow themselves being soft again.
Jinx, who believes that she is a bad omen, killing and bringing misfortune to everyone she cares about and who cared about her.
and Ekko, the leader, the inspiration, the boy who became a savior before he became himself - always managing, strategizing, settling conflicts, always putting others first... because what good could ever come his way, he is a lost cause, he is damaged, he lost everyone and all that he's good for is to build and care for others so that they would never experience this - or, at least, experience it later.
for him, the world, Zaun, his people might have a chance, but Ekko... he turned himself into a tool and almost lost hope for his life, for dreaming, feeling, being soft, reckless how a teenager and a young adult are, and not as a rebel leader who sticks his hand into every trap for it not to harm his people.
how cautious it must have made him.
friendly and social, and ever cocky and confident on the outside, but closed off on the inside.
how much effort it must have taken him to really coexist with Jinx in the same space, caring for her - and for himself for the first time in years.
trying to believe and accept that this time she'd stay, that they can have good things together...
for all of that to blow up in his face.
all.
over.
again.
Ekko's entire story is loss, grit, dying-but-never-dead hope, and pain.
He loses his parents, his found family, his best friend, his aspirations, and life he might have wanted for himself, he loses people to Shimmer and Silco left and right,
he loses hope to get Powder back.
he tells everyone - and himself most of all, - how much Jinx is irredeemable and beyond saving, how she should be stopped, but he can never do it.
but why? why can't he ever let go of Powder?
oh, only because of what was and what could have been. all the dreams and nightmares of the past he has, all his daydreams that flood his brain whenever he's too exhausted to fend them off - they all include her (Powder, Jinx, doesn't matter, really).
only because she knew him inside and out one day. this bond that stretches across years, persists and festers for all it could have been but is not.
it's the only love that stayed from that glossed-over, barely remembered childhood - and even this love is warped, poisoned, stomped at,
always dying, never dead.
she is the only tether to his soft years. the only living proof it was real. she is his person, his... kismet, the worst blessing, the best enemy.
she stole what they could have had from him, she killed his friends, she tried to kill him - and somewhere deep down it never mattered.
and why would it?
Powder became a story. a symbol. just a dead girl who used to be his closest friend, the one he showed all his findings and inventions to, the one who knew all his secrets -
the one who left him. abandoned him. like he was nothing - when he felt in his bones: he was her person, too.
so Powder became a story, a memory, a wound, and stories never die, and memories fade, and wounds that are scratched open again and again, never heal.
if you resent and hold a grudge against someone, yet keep missing them as you remember them, as you could have known them and had them in your life - how can you let go? how can you forget?
replaying all the memories over and over, thinking what you could have done differently -
and he has to hurt his person. over and over, and over again. swing at her, hit her, plan to destroy her.
can you imagine the anguish? the pain? the powerlessness to change anything?
every time raising his fist means adding one more haunting memory to his cognitive dissonance. the girl he loved, the girl he misses, the rabid maniac with a gun who wears her face - lies, lies, he knows her inside and out still, and it is painful and hopeless, and he can't quit remembering, missing and daydreaming.
he hurts and hopes and loses, and loses, and loses - her and his life as it was with her in it.
he loses again.
but it's not about a girl, per se.
their love has always been life-affirming and full of joy and admiration first. romantic love came later.
it's about their life that crumbled in their palms.
fighting like playing, trying to kill only to have a chance to get closer because everything else is forbidden.
*
nothing is as haunting as a life never lived,
and a love never explored.
and they were both to each other.
they were trying so hard to pretend they didn't give up, pretend they are only adversaries, and only the bad blood ties them to each other.
they succeeded, but only just.
love never lived, life never shared. the closest soul turned enemy.
that is their tragedy.
if the only thing you can vividly remember about what love feels like is just that it hurts, you start welcoming pain. chasing it, even.
right, Jinx?
right, Ekko?
*
after she slaps him to get him away, or else she'd jinx him, she never really looks at him. sweeps her gaze across him like a paintbrush, taunts, cocks her head on one side, feigning contemplation, fires at him (or does she, really?), fights him, follows him, spies on him, yet never looks at him.
not really.
not until the bridge.
not until she's sure she is going to die and the acid of vulnerability will never eat away her flesh in front of him, exposing how much she wanted to go back, back, back to where his hands were warm and gentle, just as his eyes.
she knows that for one glorious, excruciating moment, he sees her through. all that longing, pain, guilt, and exhaustion.
of course, he sees her.
of course, she doesn't die after. she is Jinx, after all.
she hates herself Ekko for that.
*
after she slaps him, something fractures in him, and he sucks in a breath, feeling how jagged edges of his broken heart pierce his lungs. she doesn't need him. Powder died, she said it herself, and Ekko repeats to himself, "Powder's dead, Powder's dead, dead." he says it to everyone, to the Firelights, to Scar, to Vi, who got back from the dead.
he looks at her anyway. he looks for her anyway.
eyes blue and mad, braids like snakes, clouds shifting along with her muscles. it's only to anticipate her attacks, he says, clutching his weapon with a sweaty hand.
the chasm in his chest throbs, mocking him.
he fails every time.
every time, until the bridge.
he feels the skin on his face tug as he smirks, his head buzzes, as do his hands, his legs, his stupid heart, hurting, squeezing, somewhere far away from his consciousness, hidden under layers and layers of old scars.
he looks at her and readies himself to throw a final punch and to finally make Jinx disappear so that he can, after all these years, bury his best friend.
and then he sees her. and his heart tugs, and he can't breathe - why is she looking at him like Powder did? why would she do that to him? -
he lowers his fist. doesn't relax his stupid hand that wants to wipe off the blood under her nose. it hurts so familiar, it's almost good.
of course, she decides to die right away.
of course, she steals it from him. she is Jinx, after all.
he misses hates her more for that.
yep, still me, still hung up on the timebomb tragedy, especially Ekko's part of it.
they are both shattered by what happened in their lives, both incredibly hurt, but, as I see it...
just imagine it went like this:
where Jinx thinks she decides to become Jinx, embody that insane, dangerous, devil-may-care explosive persona - all of it just to try and keep herself from breaking completely; just to try and give back to Silco who she saw as a father, as someone who didn't get scared by her pain, rage and voices (all the while not being a particularly good influence on her), just to not be Powder, the weak one, the outcast one, the clingy one -
to finally own and channel the jinx she came to see herself as -
Jinx got to swim in all the darkness she had within herself, drown in it, and flood the Lanes with it, free, destructive, and openly poisonous.
Jinx. The insane one. The killer one. The Loose Cannon.
- and Ekko never allowed himself to do that. he choked on his pain, swallowed it, allowed it to seep into his very bones. endured. built. provided for his community. resisted, repressed, redirected all the evil he knew in himself.
he couldn't afford to break. no. too much to lose, nothing to lose, no one to really talk to about what is eating him alive.
because how do you talk about missing your childhood friend-turned maniac... and actually missing the maniac that wore the face of Powder? who do you talk to?
how can you explain, even to yourself, that the people around you are not enough and you are longing for a connection long severed?
how can you say to your community that relies on you that you are actually a horrible hypocritical person who hates everything and sometimes everyone? who has to spend hours reminding himself that Powder is gone and Jinx is a monster and needs to be dealt with?
who enjoys fighting her? (it is exhilarating and freeing, and being in her orbit makes it okay for him to be a little insane and cruel, too - no one will notice,
Jinx outshines everyone).
Ekko knows it about himself, and hates it about himself, and has to be strong, to atone for the treacherous thoughts of missing Jinx, and not Powder, and pay for it with even more work.
say nothing, show nothing,
they all rely on you, you cannot let them down.
you cannot let them know how corrupted you are,
Boy Saviour.
okay ive thought about it and now I can't avoid wanting to just sit down and write these two fanfics where Jinx just wants Ekko to look at her, and Ekko wants her to touch him
nothing explicit, sadly, because I am unable to write it
but yeah, they both yearn af, and neither of them likes it
gonna be a wild ride
every time I think about what Ekko must have gone through whenever he had to fight Jinx, I feel... unwell.
can you imagine having to raise your hand to strike the only one who remembers you during the softer times, the one you like to think is the real you, the one you can't seem to let go?
can you imagine what you have to rip out of yourself to do that and go on, and live with yourself afterwards? how you start seeing yourself after that?
excruciating.
we know some of Jinx's demons, but Ekko's shadow must have grown inward, suffocating him,
poisoning him before he got to really know himself.
and yet... love stayed.
timebomb dinosaurs :3
Jinx♡*soz about the tilt *
Jinx improved♡
