He didn’t make Jinx. You did

An independent portrayal of jinx, from the netflix original series Arcane by riot games.

Written by Molly. I don't play the games so portrayal is strictly on the show.

Blog is still a WIP but wanting to get started <3

by starwalker0202

There was panic in her reaction, sitting up only to realise who had spotted her. "Phew" she breathed out, laying back down, "Not asleep. I'll be in for dinner". That was a given, she could practically smell the potatoes getting ready. "What're you doin' all the way out here?"

.................................❝   are   you   asleep?   you   know   it   can   get   quite   cold   here   in   de   evening.   ❞

You can find her napping under a tree when she's suppose to be training

I made a handful of icons today but everything was filmed on a potato it's all so blurry rip

She met his gaze head-on, refusing to yield to the intimidation radiating from him or the chill that seemed to permeate the room. Despite the scars etched across his face and the penetrating gaze of his singular red eye, Isabel maintained her composure, refusing to let him stare into her soul. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the suggestion of working for him, determined not to be brought so easily.

As he replaced the apple with coins, Isabel released her grip on the fruit, her focus shifting to the metallic clink of currency in her palm. Suppressing the tremor in her hands, she counted the coins, mentally weighing the possibilities they represented. With that coin, she could afford meat or perhaps a new pair of boots! Yet, the prospect of being in his debt gave her pause. Isabel was aware of the strings that often came attached to favours from men in power—strings that could entangle and ensnare even the strongest of people.

Concealing her apprehension behind a mask of neutrality, Isabel pocketed the money with practiced nonchalance. "Whatcha got in mind?" she asked, her voice betraying none of the uncertainty churning within her. She needed more details before she could commit to anything. "I dunno what I'm agreein' too," she spoke, her reluctance evident in her tone. The vague nature of the job offer left too much room for trouble, and Isabel despite being wild in nature knew when to approach with caution. She needed more before she would even consider turning her back on the familiar uncertainties of her current path.

HE   KNEW   THAT   ATTITUDE   FROM   JINX   and   other   kids   he'd   come   across   before.   street   kids   of   the   undercity   always   had   a   very   distinct   behavioral   pattern   that   made   silco   feel   more   sympathetic   towards   them   than   towards   children   from   the   above.   children   growing   up   having   everything,   getting   everything.   they   didn't   know   what   to   suffer   was   like.   what   it   was   like   to   starve,   not   to   have   food,   clothes,   shelter.   but   silco   knew.   and   he   knew   that   that   girl   before   him   did   as   well.

it   was   in   her   eyes.

he   didn't   care   about   her   passive   aggressiveness.   it   didn't   matter   to   him   because   he'd   already   made   up   his   mind   about   her   and   he   knew   that   if   he   worded   it   properly,   she'd   be   back   here   in   no   time.   ❝   you   could   take   more   of   what   you   need   if   you   worked   for   me,   girl.   ❞   silco   looked   around.   ❝   this   place   isn't   a   palace.   it's   far   from   being   one.   i   strive   to   improve   it   with   every   bit   of   help   that   i   can   get.   not   many   people   see   the   openings   of   this   place,   let   alone   voice   their   opinions.   ❞   of   course   they   wouldn't,   given   silco   being   so   intimidating.   but   she   needn't   know   that.

❝   apples   could   be   meat   or   bread   or   clothes   or   soap.   ❞   he   took   the   half   eaten   apple   out   of   her   hand   and   replaced   it   with   three   gold   coins   that   were   worth   two   loafs   of   bread,   one   butter   and   one   sausage.   his   hand   wrapped   around   hers.   ❝   think   about   it.   and   don't   trespass   on   my   property   again.   if   you   come   here,   use   the   main   entrance   next   time.   tell   them   you   want   to   speak   with   silco.   ❞

The way he spoke had her nerves on edge, the hair on the back of her neck stand up, she glanced at the apple then back at him. Why would he ask that? Who keeps an apple in their drawer! Isabel's eyes twitched as she gained her composure, hand dropping to her side, still clutching the half eaten apple. Was she in more trouble here than in handcuffs?

"I only take what I need" Isabel declined the offer, still unsure about the one he had already given her. It was a dumb question from him, of course she was from the streets. Too skinny, too pale, too dirty to be anything else. The discarded clothes she had on were nothing but rags now. "Would ya believe me if I said no?" she countered, her mouth always getting her into trouble. Sarcastic, witty, and not smart in the slightest. "First day outta the castle, sir" she drawled, giving a pathetic curtsy in response.

THAT   CHILDISH   INNOCENCE   ALMOST   MADE   HIM   SMIRK. 

❝   will   you   look   at   that.   and   today   i   decided   to   stay   inside.   my,   what   a   coincidence.   ❞   truth   be   told,   he   was   warned   about   kids   snooping   around   for   a   while   now.   and   jinx   had   seen   a   red   head   this   morning   and   informed   him.   she   was   very   perceptive   like   that.

❝   do   you   like   that   apple?   ❞   guttural   voice   breathed   through   dry,   scarry   lips   as   he   took   in   the   girl's   features   with   interest.   she   looked   beat   and   starved.   too   skinny   for   her   age   and   pale.   probably   never   been   exposed   to   the   sun   a   lot.   if   at   all.   ❝   you're   a   street   child,   yes?   ❞   silco   had   a   hunch   that   if   he   made   this   kid   stay   and   make   her   one   of   his   minions   jinx   might   not   like   that.   she   was   vulnerable   like   that.   he   had   to   reassure   her   a   lot.

❝   care   to   have   more   apples?   ❞

Well she had never been called smart, so being called foolish didn't bother her in the slightest. Even though, she stood her ground. He had caught her. He had people outside. If she was to run that was going to be the foolish act that had her killed. Isabel kept quiet, nodding at his question and keeping her eyes on him, "It's the first time I got caught" she confessed, taking a bite of the apple.

She used her sleeve to wipe the juice from her chin, Isabel had been fending for herself for years now, friends with the rats and cats of the streets, but homes held better food than bins. "I thought you were out" the girl shrugged as if that was an okay reason to climb into someone's home. Truth was, she was hiding from the cops. The food was just a bonus.

FOOD.   figures...

❝   then   that   is   even   more   foolish   of   an   act.   ❞   he   said.   with   someone   daring   you,   at   least   you   have   an   excuse   for   trespassing.   but   this   could   be   considered   deliberate   suicide.   ...if   he   wanted   her   dead   that   is.   ❝   are   you   by   any   chance   looking   for   food?   ❞   the   noise   of   her   stomach   not   going   unnoticed. 

silco   walked   behind   his   desk   and   opened   one   of   his   drawers.   ❝   you   seem   to   have   a   good   eye   for   what   can   be   improved   around   here,   given   you   snuck   past   my   minions.   ❞   with   an   apple   in   hand   he   walked   up   to   the   girl.   ❝   this   isn't   the   first   time   you've   entered   someone   else's   home,   is   it...   ❞   he   dropped   the   apple   in   her   hands.

PARAMORE: Crush Crush Crush Released 19th November, 2007

It didn't work. It rarely did. "Tch" she breathed out, dropping the act as she watched every move he made, ready to bolt if needed. "Maybe y'gotta work on yer locks if this is an issue for ya" Isabel pointed out, looking around the place.

"I aint dared t'do nothin'" Isabel huffed, but at the same time her stomach growled causing her to wrap arms around her waist to try and quiet the noise.

❝   no,   this   isn't   your   home.   and   unless   you've   fallen   on   your   head   and   suffer   a   concussion,   which   i   doubt   looking   at   you,   you   would   know   that.   ❞   he   said   casually,   cutting   off   the   end   of   his   cigar.   ❝   children...   ❞  

he   sighed,   lighting   his   smoke   and   turning   to   look   at   her   properly.   ❝   are   you   betting   with   friends   that   you'd   easily   sneak   in   here   without   being   spotted?   ❞   it   wouldn't   be   the   first   time   kids   tried   to   pull   that   stunt.   silco   was   as   calm   as   always,   despite   the   sudden   intrusion.

"haven't your parents ever taught you not to snoop around other people's homes?"

New muse who this? || @si7co

"Oh? This isn't my home?" she played on her age, on her wide eyes, perhaps he might just go a little easy on a confused little girl.

so capping icons of hayley williams in paramore's early years is so difficult because everything was filmed on a potato

Hayley with Paramore before performing This is Why in Columbus Ohio

The birds were still singing their morning songs, the dew still dripping off the grass under the mist. However, inside the sparring ring, Isabel was rolling her neck and shoulders, eyeing up Floch as he stood on the other side. He was young and strong, eager to prove himself. Isabel was small and slender, but what she lacked in strength she made up in agility and precision. The air between them charged with anticipation. Other recruits had come to watch, to see who would come out on top.

The start was signalled and the squad leader wasted no time in closing the gap between them, darting forward in a blur of motion. Isabel had spent her first years here, determined to get faster, to prove to the others she deserved a place in their ranks. She had shrugged off the dirt from her name, finally earning her place the day she had pinned her own squad leader. A rite of passage.

Isabel got the first hit. A solid strike to his ribs. But Floch countered with powerful swings, and with the ones the connected they were delivered with force. She wouldn't win untouched - she knew that - but Isabel had known how to take a punch from a young age. Despite the strength behind each blow, she carried on dancing around the new scout, evading most of his swings. Isabel was faster, her nimble footwork and keen anticipation keeping her one step ahead.

With a sudden burst of speed, Isabel closed the distance between them, launching into a series of rapid strikes. Floch fought back fiercely, but Isabel's agility gave her the upper hand. With a calculated maneuver, she deftly pinned Floch to the ground. As Floch lunged forward with a powerful strike, Isabel quickly sidestepped, slipping behind him with lightning speed. With a swift pivot, she positioned herself behind Floch, her movements fluid and precise.

With practiced timing, Isabel's hand found purchase on Floch's shoulder, applying just enough pressure to disrupt his balance. At the same time, she smoothly slid her leg in front of his, effectively tripping him and sending him off-balance. As Floch stumbled forward, Isabel seized the opportunity, leveraging her momentum to drive him to the ground.

Isabel's knee came to rest firmly on Floch's chest, pinning him in place. Her grip on his shoulder remained steady, ensuring he couldn't rise.

With her knee planted firmly on Floch's chest, Isabel asserted her dominance, her grip unwavering as she offered a playful tease. "Like a deer on ice," she quipped, allowing him a moment to accept his defeat.

After a moment's pause, Isabel extended her hand to Floch, a gesture of sportsmanship and camaraderie. "Better luck next time," she offered, her tone gracious yet laced with the confidence of a true leader. For Isabel, victory wasn't just about physical strength—it was about resilience, adaptability, and the unwavering spirit that propelled her ever forward.

@worldhell

Isabel remained wary, her gaze fixed on him as he gestured towards his daughter. Though only a few years apart in age, Isabel had entered her teenage years, attuned to the subtle nuances of good deeds often hiding darker motives. "I aint no child," she asserted simply, her shoulders tense with caution before taking a sip of her drink. "An' we aint just cold, mister," she added, her stomach protesting almost immediately with a rumble.

❝   pues...   technically   it   was   my   daughter's   idea   to   give   you   hot   cocoa.   i'm   just   the   one   financing   it.   ❞   he   looked   behind   himself.   a   girl   of   eleven   hid   behind   the   shelf.   peeking   at   the   girl   through   the   books.   ❝   nina,   come   say   hi.   we   have   a   guest.   ❞   but   she   was   too   shy.   ❝   huh...   miss   muffin   is   having   one   of   those   days   again.   first   telling   me   we   must   keep   all   the   (homeless)   children   warm   since   it's   getting   colder   and   now   i'm   the   one   who   does   it.   figures.   ❞   he   smirked.

"I dunno" she shrugged, bringing the cup up to smell the sweet aroma. She shut her eyes, taking in a deep breath, "Just a little sus of an old guy givin' kids cocoa" Isabel pointed out finally raising the cup to her lips to blow impatiently at the liquid.

Isabel's face contorted slightly as she burnt the tip of her tongue but refused to let that stop her trying again, tipping the cup back for another cautious sip.

❝ why would there be a catch ? ❞