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kiraman · 28 days

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vi is so fucking fascinating to me, I am studying her like a bug in a jar

she was a CHILD putting on her father's gauntlets in spite of the fear gathered in her little body, in spite of just witnessing someone she's known all her life die in a HORRIFIC way (benzo), still she rises, still she says I HAVE TO DO THIS still she takes on men three times her size and fucks them up so bad that silco has to send his shimmered up fucked up monster to try to stop her and STILL she persists, indifferent to the worst happening because she’s survived the worst already. furious and unstoppable and determined to do whatever she has to survive and ensure those she loves survive, no matter the cost.

vi under all that debris, bruised, bleeding, screaming, watching her family die, staring at the monkey head in shock and crying because this can't be happening, they were so close...

sobbing in pain until her father saves her just to watch helpless as he dies protecting her. they were so SO CLOSE to surviving, so close to escaping and everything gets ripped away in a second

vi trapped in that prison cell for years and years on end with the ghosts of her family and her guilt for company, drowning in guilt, wondering if her sister's still alive, no doubt thinking about how she LET her slip right through her fingers

the last thing vander said to her was "take care of powder"

she's let the man who's her FATHER and loves more than anything down.

"whatever happens is on you" / "protect the family" / "take care of powder" .... but she can't, not anymore, she's fucked it up and let everyone down (re "I should have been there for you, for everyone") all she can do is sit in that shitty prison cell, on that freezing floor, hungry, bloody, counting the hours until she can somehow rescue powder

Vi is piercings and tats that no doubt got infected, she's a child becoming a woman too fast, she is a danger-zone high-risk disaster area and won't back down, won't give up.

Vi is soft!! self-sacrificing, protective, supportive. ("You wanna talk about today?", "We've all had bad days, but we learn, and we stick together") brave, SMART, witty. she's got a tongue sharp as her fists and a barbed, delicious sense of humour. she gives people nicknames (cupcake, pow pow, pretty boy) and fights with everything that she's got to protect what she loves!!!! she is her father's daughter!!!

she is idealistic and expects the world to see her reason, look at things through her eyes and wanna make a change ( "This is how things are, how they've always been. I was so stupid to think it could change. / "oil and water that's all there is" )

and yes! vi is not flawless. she's obsessive (re sevika. to her eyes she is the last thing standing between her and silco/getting to silco and saving jinx) and complicated, morally ambivalent because she makes mistakes, flies off the handle like a comet crashing through everything in her way, makes reckless choices because she has to. she is selfish when it comes to jinx and would do anything to keep her safe.

also

look at the way she hugs the people she cares about!!!

#“vi left powder” LISTEN vi was a baby too!! she just witnessed her entire family DIE. for the second time.#she was SHOCKED and traumatized! she left for one MINUTE and was dragged away to a shitty hole even deeper than the one shes grown up in!#“she keeps going after sevika” LOOK idk how to tell you that sevika represents the ultimate betrayal to her idealistic ass #also i love how BADASS she is yet her inability to let things GO and #furious dedication to jinx gets her in so much trouble.#that cait ends up having to save this dramatic damsel in distress from herself like! THEIR DYNAMIC #UGHHHH I LOVE HER BYE she is everything to me #vi arcane #arcane vi #arcane brainrot tag #arcane #one girl wrecking crew

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aviidus · 2 years

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Not halloween yet, but it’s spooky month for my favorite father-daughter duo

Sevika is being a little judgemental

#arcane #arcane league of legends #league of legends #lol #arcane sevika #sevika #arcane jinx #jinx #young jinx #silco #halloween #don't tag as jilco #please and thank you #jinx made that costume herself #she's very proud of it

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haemosexuality · 3 months

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i just heard someone on youtube (T B Skyen) say that silco loved jinx but didnt quite know how to love powder, while vi loves powder but doesnt know how to love jinx. and oooof oof ouch yeah

also it got me thinking and obviously jinx and powder arent two different people shes just going by a different name now but its also not baseless to analyze them as different "characters", or what traits of jinx are part of powder, etc. like the animators literally have a trick where they change her facial structure how they animate jinx to show when shes behaving more like powder. shes completely changed who she is, its jinx now powder fell down a well, sat on the jinx chair embraces who she is etc etc

#powder is like jinxs inner child #while jinx is- or was before the chair scene- the persona she puts on where she loves Violence and Chaos and shes Crazy HaHaHaHaHa #so when someone says like. ''jinx is being more powder in this scene'' it means shes regressing into being more childlike because of her #trauma or maybe shes so distressed and emotional that her persona fell apart for a second and the sad child underneath showed through #''silco loves jinx but doesnt know how to love powder'' means he loves and supports her being confident and smart in her inventions and #trying to accept and move on from her past. but hes teeeeerrible at that bc he doesnt want to let powder heal #he just wants her to bury that part of herself #and vi loves and cares for her baby sister so so much but shes terrified and doesnt want to accept the reality of what shes become #i do think vi had a point before tho. powder Was in there and while that doesnt negate jinx she could still reach her #and maybe help her out #idk how true that is after shimmer and silco dying tho. again. chair scene. the persona has fully become who jinx is theres no going back #powder fell down a well #arcane #jinx arcane #powder arcane #ignore me im just brainstorming ive been thinking about this show CONSTANTLY for the past few weeks i have so many thoughts on everyone #im sure this is a conclusion people reached years ago immediately after the show came out but im slow #theres a point between the child powder and the crazy terrorist jinx where the real true her lies #and that point has been getting closer and closer to the jinx side

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youmaycallmeyourhighness · 26 days

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WIP Wednesday - Mad Scientist Jinx

Jinx and Ekko stand back to back, pressed tight in the tiny container as it steadily fills up with water. No amount of stabbing or prying or kicking will get them out. Any bomb Jinx sets off will badly injure them at the very least. They're gonna die in here.

"Y'know I was alone too?" Ekko growls as he shifts, water lapping at their knees.

"What?" Jinx asks, her voice reverberating in their tiny coffin.

"I lost everyone. Same as you. I was alone, did you ever think about that, that I was just as scared and alone as you were?"

"Yeah, well, you've got a bunch of friends now so I don't know what you're crying about." Jinx scoffs.

"Well maybe I wanted my best friend." Ekko shoots back. "Maybe Vi coming back meant just as much to me, maybe I wanted my family back too."

Jinx is silent and lets Ekko's voice bounce around, it's tinny, almost like the voices in her head. He slogs his legs through the water, still trying to escape. Jinx sits still, watching detachedly as the water slowly creeps higher. It's over, she's going to die, really and truly. This isn't like playing fast and loose with her tonic, or having shaves with her bombs. She's going to drown. Hiding just seems pointless.

"I just…wanted to keep her around before she realized I wasn't her sister anymore."

Ekko pushes against her, still trying to escape. "What?"

"Vi's sister is weak and helpless and innocent." Jinx rests the back of her head on Ekko's shoulder. "Do I look innocent to you?"

Ekko scoffs.

"I know you don't wanna hear this, but I missed you." Jinx croaks.

Ekko scoffs again but Jinx presses on.

"I'm serious, I really did. I thought you were dead, and by the time I realized you weren't, I was so…different." Jinx's voice cracks. "I couldn't handle it, that everyone was gone and it was my fault. So I had to become someone else, someone who could take it, someone who could do it again on purpose." Jinx blinks back tears.

"What are talking about?" Ekko asks, sounding confused and frustrated and maybe even scared.

Jinx never told him what happened, icy fear keeping it down even though he'd already wanted nothing to do with her. It was one thing for her to chase him off, pretending that she'd actually shoot him. It was something else entirely to make the same mistake twice and have him reject her.

"I didn't want you to leave me too." She whispers.

"You didn't even give me a chance." Ekko's voice wobbles.

The water is up to their necks now, there's only so long they can hold their breath.

"I'm sorry. For everything."

"I'm sorry too."

The water's at their chins, they're both struggling to keep their head above water, pretending they don't hear the other sobbing.

"Hey Ekko?" Jinx lets her tears fall freely. "If we get out of this, do you wanna play paintball with me?"

Ekko's hand finds hers and he interlocks their fingers. "Yeah," He sniffs. "I'll win this time."

They both laugh. The water goes over their heads. Ekko takes a big breath, Jinx does not.

#don't come at me this is a draft #anyway Singed has a different relationship with Jinx than Silco does as he had a child before #I can't say he was a good dad but i do think it changed how Jinx sees herself and the incident #neither Silco nor Singed made Jinx she remade herself so she could stay alive #this is the turning point in their relationship btw i hope you guys like ut for real this has been a struggle #arcane #wip Wednesday #mad Scientist Jinx #timebomb #ekko #jinx #my wips #my writing

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mollysunder · 2 months

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Zaunite Funeral Tradition HCs

Since space is limited in Zaun I don't see Zaunites focusing their energy on finding and building conventional graveyards. I see Zaunites more focused on creating their dead to save space but weaving cultural touchstones to prevent it from being a purely pragmatic endeavor. They don't do big funeral pyres because air quality is already terrible and it alienates a good section of the populace with preexisting lung conditions. The cremation process is probably small and private, like prepping the body. Any ceremony would probably focus on what to do with the ashes, so Zaunites could:

1. Janna's Blessing

Release the ashes into a shared air shaft to release the ashes into the air in a ceremony that incorporates Janna's blessing of strong cleansing winds to give flight to their souls into the afterlife. Richer Zaunites can afford to travel higher up Zaun and even arrange it by the seashore, while poorer Zaunites, especially those in the Sump, keep track of reliable exhaust fans that have the most direct route to the surface for their loved ones ashes (soul) to reach. And yes, I did get inspiration from Vent/Barbados' story quest from Genshin Inpact for this one.

2. Funeral March to the Fault Lines

Zaunites convert the ashes of the deseased into stone and do a funeral march to place the stone inside unstable faults in the Fissures which would express the strength and stability Zaunites give one another in life and death. Zaunites might take to building up specific sections of the faults for larger families. It could also offer the grounding effect of recognizing the solidarity of Zaunites is what made a formally arduous trek into something safer and that less skilled family members can participate in.

3. Ashes Upon the Flesh

My favorite hc is that those closest to the one who past uses the ashes of the deceased to receive funeral tattoos. The funeral itself is largely a party for the guests but the main event is when the tattoos are complete and are showcased to funeral members as the recievers give a eulogy to the deceased.

The tattoo receiver(s) are mostly secluded from the party as they receive the tattoos, the seclusion is meant to be nearly meditative as the tattooed mourner is meant to reflect in the deceased as they receive a design meant to represent the one who passed.

The length of the funeral is dependent on how long the tattoo takes. The bigger and more elaborate the tattoo the bigger and longer the funeral party is (a great way to show off some prestige in the community). I thought it could be an interesting way to further integrate Zaun's art into its culture.

I imagine that not all of the funeral ink would need to be used for every funeral, maybe the deceased never named a kin to receive their body onto their own. So leftover ink is probably added to family preservation jars thay can be used for other related ceremonies like achievements and marriages. Maybe they could later be used to paint family murals.

Funeral Masks

Most Zaunites don't wear masks on a casual basis, but in respect for the deceased so they avoid inhaling their remains Zaunites dawn their masks. Most of the masks are hand-me-downs that aren't well filtered enough for the gasses pervasive in Zaun today, but they get the job done blocking particulate matter like ash. Overtime these gas masks became stylized with the mementos and trinkets those who passed sewn like patchwork over the fabric. Some Zaunites have layered masks of passed down family jewelry dangling off their masks. Some Zaunites take the time to completely redesign and retrofit a custom mask for themselves, a practice more popular to Zaun's new money like the chembarons.

#arcane #zaun #arcane meta #i like to think jinx would use silco's corpse to give herself a new set of tattoos in his memory #she already gave herself blue clouds to represent the hexgem explosion

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hatsalad · 5 months

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Still to this day I think about Jinx and Viktor becoming besties, especially after he's became the machine herald purely because I'm kinda obsessed with their dynamic everytime theyre on screen together being this image.

Jinx has enough emotions for the both of them.

#jinx nominates herself to be the one to call jayce a scank bitch for viktor because according to her he would say it with enough oomph #arcane #viktor arcane #jinx #jinx arcane #machine herald viktor #me

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jinxini · 6 months

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#jinx #sometimes i honestly feel like my heart is about to burst when i think about her #my tiny mentally ill terrorist girl #arcane #arcane jinx #mine #with my icon it looks like jinx is dying of love for herself fujfkdksl

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 11 months

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Pretty accurate idk

#except Caitlyn didn’t remove herself vi’s melodrama did 🙄#ANYWAY #I’ll keep being unfunny cuz I’m silly like that #sorry to plague your feed with more edits #arcane #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn #jinx #jinx arcane #arcane Netflix

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revelisms · 9 months

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Excerpt: What You Needed

After years, Jinx and Vi are reunited—and starting to make amends.

From ‘heron blue,’ an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and political schemings. cw: abandonment issues, dissociation, psychosis, dysfunctional family dynamics Full story on AO3

Her painted fingers clink out a red-capped glass bottle, and hold it stiffly across from her. "You...still like the cherry ones, right?"

Vi takes it from her, slowly, criss-crossed on the blankets across from her. "You bet," she says softly. Her mouth makes a strange twist: not quite a smile. She turns the bottle in her hand. "Still like blueberry?"

Jinx screws off the cap of her own, a glittering spin off the stones. "Uh, yeah—best of the bestest."

The lights hum around them, a pleasant, blitzy static. Jinx draws up her knees, curls her arms around them, and sips. For a long, horrible moment, there's nothing for them to say. Nothing she can get out: the questions stuck in her stomach, in her heart, like lead on her tongue.

Why did you leave me—?

"When...when did you build this?" Vi's looking at the decorations all around them, the paint and the color and glow, with a quiet awe.

Jinx wonders, for a moment, if she means the alcove or the club itself. They'd kept the bones, but rebuilt it all, straight from the ground up. No more smelly storeroom—too many ghosts; all boarded up now. They'd cleaned and sanded and revarnished the floors; painted the rooms, retiled the bathrooms; brought in that beautiful imported glass to bubble around the walls, a new addition to the spaces wholly their own on the third floor, with the same old staff kitchen and storage closets and divots in the walls.

Jinx shrugs, bobbing her knee. "Oh, I dunno—years ago."

Vi's smiling, now. She looks down at the bottle in her hands: twists off the cap. "I...I missed this, y'know. All your creations."

It lights up something in Jinx's heart, like a little lamp tuned to life. "I—I never stopped, really," she says, a flash of her teeth. "Painted up my room all pretty—oh—I just got this new color in from that big guy in the third district." She props closer, with a brightening grin. "It's, like, the prettiest blue—gonna put it on Whambo. He's gonna be a nail bomb. And I might use it for some details, on Fritz—he's a smoke flare, mostly, but he can double as a firecracker launcher—cool, right? I've been trying to get the combustion ratio right, for ages, but the thing keeps fizzlin' out too early—that old doc's tried to give me equations, but ugh—anyway. Work in progress, Fritz."

And then she's telling her about Jabberwock the ray gun, that she'd engraved with the emblem of a little seahorse—and about the Zing-Dusters she'd built: the respirators they used in the air dispensaries, that she was making a new model of—and the water filtration systems they were going to pilot in the rotted hovels of the Sump, once they got the right treated metals in.

She tells her about Tullo the mechanic, a giant of a man, with hair to his knees and tattoos gaudy as a pirate's, who she gets her imports from. Tullo, who Sevika got in a fight with the other day, after he'd called her arm just for show—and Sevika was a big old ogre, just as awful as ever: she ate blood sausage and grits for breakfast—yeuch!

She's rambling, on and on: the words pouring out of her: a runoff of shaky-laughed, tense-shouldered babbling.

There's so much she doesn't say.

She doesn't tell her about Little Man. She doesn't tell her about the voices in her head, or Mylo or Claggor, or her stuffed rabbit nailed to the wall, or how she spent years and years trying to carve herself in the chasm she'd left behind, not knowing why she wasn't enough, good enough, worth enough to bring her back; or how Silco would find her beating her hands bloody in the old arcade, or how he never laughed, not really, and never, ever cried, except when he talked about Vander, and then he nearly did both; or how, sometimes, when Sevika laid her arm around her, it almost, almost felt like hers—and she does not tell her about how Powder is dead and gone and drowned, drowned in a well, drowned by Jinx's own hands, and Jinx—Jinx is strong, now.

The voices ring through her ears: a pitching, endless drone.

It's too quiet, again.

Jinx swallows, fidgeting. She lifts her eyes from the roof. Vi is just looking at her, looking and frowning, with that burning sort of sadness Jinx hates. She's looking at her, and not saying a word—and for all Jinx doesn't tell her any of that, she is terrified that in some small, terrible way, she knows it, all the same.

"You're quiet," Jinx mumbles. She rips her eyes down, again.

Vi reaches over, wraps her hand beneath her own. "I know—I know. I'm sorry, I'm just..." She huffs out a breath, turning away, staring at the bustle of the streets. "I'm just thinking." She's nervous: her hands heavy and fiddling, so warm over Jinx's own. "It's—it's just..." Vi clears her throat. "It's been so long, I've been—I've been so worried about you."

Jinx scrapes her nail over her thumb. Those words hit something unpleasant inside her—worried about you—plunge a sickly chill in her stomach: a blazing knot of self-disgust, of rage; of sharp, splintered old hurt.

The words trapped in her throat bubble out, before she can stop them. "Why..." They stick like grease on her teeth. "Why did you leave me?"

She knows they cut at her sister. She knows they sting.

Part of her wants them to.

Vi looks down. She weathers her thumb over Jinx's own. "I—I tried to get back to you, I promise." The same as she'd said, before. "I did—but I—"

"You left me." It sounds so pitiful coming out of Jinx's mouth, and she despises herself for it. She yanks her hand out from Vi's own: tucks it under her knee. "I didn't—I didn't understand—"

"I know," Vi hushes. "I know, I—there hasn't been a day I haven't regretted it. Not a single one, from every damned night I was in that cell—but I—I just—" Her shoulders sink. She's looking away, forcing air through her teeth. "I needed time."

Something blitzes up Jinx's neck: leaves her head twitching.

You're not ready!

She scowls slow at the tiles. "Away from me."

"That's not—"

I told you to stay away!

Jinx scrapes her nails against the stones. "Things changed, when you left." Air shudders against her teeth. She fights the heat broiling in her throat: blinks it quick out of her eyes. "I—I changed," she whispers.

Vi's hands fist between her knees. Something in her turns venomous: like it did in Silco, when someone said something that got under his skin; when he let his words turn harsh and biting, looming over his constituents, a shadow of a monster with red-tipped wings.

"If I'd known you were here," Vi is saying, a low firmness in the words—and Jinx knows where they're going, before she even speaks them; feels her shoulders draw firm as stone. "If I could have—I would have done anything to find you; I would have got you out of here, as soon as I—"

A numbness washes through Jinx's veins.

"Got me out," she repeats.

She feels so far away from herself. Floating.

She's seeing Little Man, with his hair still short and his arms still gangly: his hand shackled around her wrist, hard enough to crush her, pleading to a girl who didn't exist—Powder, come with me, please—we've found a place in the sewers, away from all of this, where you'll be safe—whatever he's done, I'll make sure he never gets to you, again—

"I don't need you to save me," Jinx bites out. Tension gnaws through her fingers: turns them white-knuckled on her knee.

Mylo's wrong, Powder. You're stronger than you think.

You're strong, now—just like you were always meant to be.

She wrenches her head from the words, the memories: Vi's fist colliding with her cheek, Silco's thumb sweeping against it. "I never needed you to save me, I—I needed—"

Because you're a jinx! Mylo was right!

Jinx is perfect.

"Someone else," Vi mutters. Jinx falters, ice in her lungs. Stares wide-eyed at her. Vi is frowning at the green glow beyond them, rasping her thumb against the wrapping over her knuckles. She takes in a hard, gritty breath, and eases it out. "I know," she continues. "I left you, and he—" The look in her eyes turns so strange: bitter, scathing. "He showed up." It's like the words are pulling out her teeth. Her thumb presses hard into her knuckles. "And maybe, that's—that's what you needed."

Jinx tries to swallow. Heat burns and burns in her throat. "You want me to hate him," she tests, prickling with spite. "You don't want me to be here." Flashes of color outside the edges of her vision: eyes and faces and howling words. "You don't like him—you don't like any of them—well, none of you all liked me, either—"

"That's not true—"

Ghosts are picking at her ears and clawing at her arms and too loud.

"—because I—I was just some—some loose screw, screw-up, always screwing things up—shut up!" She wrenches her head into her hands, squeezes it tight, tight between her nails, to keep her skull from splitting open. "Shut up, shut up!"

Vi's looking at her like she's broken, a wind-up toy with all the cogs gone: like something she doesn't know how to fix. Carefully, her bandaged hand lays over her knee. "That's not true, and you know it," she says gravely. The words crack. "We loved you, Powder. Vander, and Mylo, and Claggor—"

"Don't." Jinx seethes it out, feral: wrenches herself away from Vi's burning hand. "Stop." She breathes long, cavernous, heaving. "Stop, don't—I don't want to think about them—I don't want to think about them, I don't—"

Vi closes her eyes, clenches her jaw. "Okay."

"I don't," Jinx hisses again. There's too much color in her eyes, too much noise in her head.

Vi's holding her. She doesn't remember when she started holding her.

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