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The gun put some distance between them. Jinx wasn't going to let Vi close, not after everything that occurred between them. His resolve was stubborn and rather steadfast. He maneuvered away when Vi swiped for it, a manic grin outlining his face at the sight.

It was a grin that quickly dropped as Vi began their destructive coping mechanism. Jinx was well aware of such mechanisms, having plenty himself to choose from. He didn't know what he wanted to do this time. His sibling had never been like this, not in front of him, not so extremely violent. There had been blows, definitely, punches exchanged, plenty of tears, but a building? No. Vi wasn't even showing off their strength. They were just hurting, which made an ache form in Jinx's own chest.

He could feel himself growing with the stress of it all. His chest turned tight, teeth gritted, lips pulled back in an annoyed sneer. The flashes were messing with him, his own penetrating Vi's mind. The ghosts, hallucinations, circling him, mocking him. Alone, all this time, all by himself when Vi promised they would be there.

❝ You're blaming me!? After you wouldn't let me come with you!? After you abandoned me right before the biggest fight of our lives!? We could have done it together, Vi! We could have saved all of them, but no, you left me behind! Just like you did after it all burned down! ❞

Jinx sobbed, the noise thick and heavy in his throat. He watched the way Vi crumbled like the walls of the building, witnessed the way their fists sealed the deal. A cycle of violence, to be perpetuated over and over again. It bubbled over into Jinx's own mind, poisoning an already ruined psyche. Most of his own pain had been mental, an anguish that had bled into daily life. It had left him no choice but to become someone new. A person who could take it, who was strong enough.

Powder had never been strong enough. Maybe that was why Vi had left him.

❝ You were always going to leave me. I know that now. ❞ All of a sudden his voice had grown cold. His hair fell in front of his face, hiding one eye. The other twitched, wide open and not quite human. ❝ I know what the intention was. That night? You were just going to leave me. I showed up because I had to! I had to do something, anything! I'm a part of the family too, I deserved to be there! But you just wanted to get rid of me... It's what you've always wanted, isn't it, Vi? You always just wanted me gone. ❞ He sniffled, the tears dry on his face.

He looked through Vi's memories now that he had access, shifting through them, searching for any reason that Vi didn't care. It was all his mind could focus on, all that had deteriorated his own mental state. When it came to his sibling, Jinx didn't know how to connect anymore. They were both fundamentally broken, insanity having eaten at Jinx while the violence of Vi's past continued to haunt her. This wasn't something that could be fixed in a day, a week, a month, a year. Maybe it was forever broken, left to crumble and rot.

Just like the building. Jinx stared, and stared, and stared. Rubble fell to both their feet. He was hit with some of it, simple pieces ricocheting off his face and body, but none of it could hurt as much as all the things inside his head. Half his baggage, half Vi's, interconnected with pain and suffering. Vi's was much more physical, brutal in its entirety, while Jinx's encompassed more of a mental torment. His hallucinations had always been strong. Everybody was a part of them, everyone who'd died. His head never stopped racing. He'd been taken care of as a child by Silco, sure, but Silco couldn't ease the suffering in his mind. The countless fits, screaming and crying until he'd lost his voice. Unable to leave his room, crying for Vi, wanting her back, come back Vi please come back I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!

< You were always going to leave me. It took a long time for me to realize that. All those nights wanting you back... They were all a waste. I don't even know why you came back for me if I'm so ungrateful! If all I am is just a JINX!!! >

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Jinx. The name, coming from an old ghost, causes his chest to ache. He relaxes even though it's the complete opposite reaction one should have to such a feeling. ❝ I ... I just... How can I believe it? ❞ Jinx reaches out to grasp Claggor's face. His touch is soft, careful, the knife all but forgotten at their feet. The blood feels warm upon his palms.

❝ I don't know how to do it, ❞ he admits. ❝ I've seen you so many times... I always wanted you to be real, you just weren't. You weren't... ❞ Jinx's chest starts to ride and fall fast, faster, faster still. He grips Claggor's face a little tighter as his breathing comes out in pants. It's the beginnings of a panic attack, eyes wide, lips parted, body shaking.

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Claggor can tell the more he calls Jinx Powder, the more Jinx grows more agitated. "Okay, okay...I'll call you by Jinx." The cut on his cheek definitely hurt. Worry and pain flickered across his eyes as he listened to his sister starting to spiral. "I'm very real, my blood is real, Jinx." He carefully spoke out with a gentle voice, not wanting to make things worse.

"I know it's hard to accept the fact that I'm here right in front of you," Claggor tries to reassure Jinx, "That day I shouldn't have survived but somehow I did..." He took a deep shaky breath. He looks right at his sister. "I'm here now and I'm not leaving you."

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❝ Oh it's got everything to do with me! But that's fine, we'll pretend you don't care, ❞ Jinx teased. His question about them knowing each other hadn't been responded to, but it didn't take a genius to realize there was something between them. The Hound had to have some sort of reason for being here. Maybe it was just to obtain a favor, but in any case, the Hound was here for him.

A useful tool, if anything. Jinx didn't even really care if they did know each other. That would just be funny and some dumb coincidence, not really anything noteworthy. He was so at ease about it, but then again, he'd been around basically strangers for most of his life.

His face wrinkled in slight annoyance. ❝ I'm no kid. Might be younger than you, but that doesn't make me a kid. I've got experience! ❞ Jinx patted his side. ❝ Especially with guns. They don't let kids have guns, y'know. ❞

❝ Probably one of the bars, ❞ he guessed, based on the fact he'd been watching her for a while. ❝ The brothel's got the cheap booze and Sevika likes the finer stuff, so she goes to this one bar... I could probably show you. It'd make things easier for you, too. Sevika's got a lot of people on her tail, and she knows how to throw them off. ❞

He shrugged, tapping at his chin. ❝ So you want Silco to know that the Hound did it? He might send me after you. ❞ Jinx giggled at the thought, covering his mouth with a hand. ❝ That might be fun... But well, what's your signature? Do you have a common way you kill people? The original Hound, he used his fists... He'd beat people to death. ❞

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They were both so used to this. That might have been the worst part of it. This was a song and dance that both Jinx and Vi had participated in many times over. To Jinx, it wasn't abnormal to vomit everywhere, especially when he grew overwhelmed. It was as though his body wasn't equipped to handle it, a fact that became increasingly obvious around his sibling.

❝ You think that you can just tell me you tried? You think that makes it any better? ❞ Jinx's fingernails dug into his arms as he held himself. He turned his head, his hair dangling over his face. ❝ You know what you did to me... You changed me. You abandoned me, Vi! ❞ Tears pooled in his eyes at just the thought. Those memories were one of the things that hurt the worst. It made his mind race, forced more hallucinations to the surface.

Mylo and Claggor danced around him. Vander circled as well, from the shadows. Jinx grabbed hold of his own head, one hand on either side, and tried to fight it away. Too much, it was too much, his stomach bubbling once more.

He cried out and looked at her, a wild intensity added to his gaze. It wasn't particularly friendly. That look almost made it seem like he didn't even recognize them.

❝ Why would I WANT to save you!? After everything you've done... I don't even know how to trust you anymore. ❞ He sniffled and wiped at his nose, not allowing it to run. ❝ Lighting that flare... It was a stupid mistake. ❞

There was a slow shake of his head. ❝ Are you here just to make me feel bad? Because I do. But you know what I feel worse about? ❞ Jinx approached Vi, his eyes steady upon her. All he saw was them as he went to stand in front of Vi again. ❝ What you did to me. ❞

He laughed and pulled lightly at his hair. ❝ For the longest time, I couldn't even sleep. I'd lie awake, screaming in my head, hoping you'd come for me. Hoping it was aaaaaall just a bad dream. ❞ Jinx circled around Vi, just like Vander circled him, like a predator towards a prey. Slow, establishing calmness, but surely, establishing intent.

< But guess what? It wasn't. It wasn't a bad dream. > The last few words were a bitter thought, which perhaps gave the next part more sense.

Jinx pulled a gun from his holster and pointed it at Vi. He took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing somewhat. Vi couldn't hurt him if he had a weapon he could use against them. That was how it worked, right? < I don't ever want to feel like that again. EVER. >

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❝Can you hear the drumming? There's a revolution coming! I been waitin' all my life to live, when I've only been dreaming.❞

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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Hound AU continued from here

At the nickname, Jinx stuck his tongue out in a playful way. He didn't seem all that annoyed about it, amusement gracing his expression instead. His legs swung a little more, back and forth, just like his gaze. It traveled between the brothel and the Hound in silent observation.

His eyes strayed down to his hand. Jinx shrugged and did as told, just so the annoying bleeding would stop. It was sticky and he didn't exactly want it on his clothes right now. Doing laundry was such a drag.

❝ So you care, ❞ he observed, a little giggle sliding past his lips. ❝ I mean, seriously? You don't even know me. ❞ Jinx considered his own words for a moment and tapped at his chin. ❝ Or do you? ❞ He gave the Hound a good, long stare. Simply studying, wondering if they would break beneath his intense gaze.

A scoff roughly tore itself from his throat. ❝ I'm no goon. I'm waaaay more important than that. You think a goon could have survived this close to you? Come on! Give me some credit! ❞ Jinx threw his hands up, forever chasing the idea of a spectacle.

He gave the Hound a passing glance before turning his attention back to the brothel. ❝ Gotta stay on Silco's good side, ❞ he grumbled. ❝ He reeeeeally likes her, so. . . Not much I can do! That's where you come in. Unless. . . Does the Hound have no bite? ❞ Jinx grinned and leaned back to contemplate. ❝ Are you really just a puppy? You can't hog such a good nickname if you are, y'know? That name. . . ❞

Jinx's gaze looked more far away all of a sudden. ❝ It belonged to someone special, ❞ he softly stated, his body sagging like a heavy sack without him realizing.

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ind. semi-selective ambessa medarda from arcane - with many verses, canon-compliant and canon-divergent. generally headcanon-based until we learn more.

mused by vincent (he/him & 21+)

an exploration of being the leader of the pack, of noxian propaganda, colonization, sexuality and motherhood.

this is an intense muse. frequent nsfw and themes you may find uncomfortable will be commonplace. follow at your own discretion.

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Telepathy AU continued from here @kleinewahines

As soon as Jinx's fist met its mark, everything exploded. His mind was a swirling storm, his body made to go back and forth as though a boat on treacherous water. He stumbled, side to side, a sick feeling clenching his stomach. His hands fell to his waist, pressing down, teeth grinding together in realization.

He had never been the first to hit. Ever.

But it was like he had never done anything at all. Vi returned back to their original position like nothing had even happened. The sick feeling swelled. Jinx shook his head in disbelief. A little smile twitched onto his face, though nothing about it particularly screamed joy.

❝ You really are a fighter. How many times have you been hit, exactly? I bet you've lost count, ❞ he bitterly stated, a tone of mockery lighting up his words. It was as though he was trying to stoke some sort of fire, to make this feeling inside him go away.

It wouldn't go away. As though it was stuck, tumbling around inside him like a raging tsunami. Jinx wondered if Vi could feel it, wanted them to feel it. The punch had only increased his distended feelings. ❝ No, ❞ he spat, a soft scoff rising from his throat. ❝ No, why would I feel better? It was always you solving your problems with violence. ❞ Jinx hugged himself and looked away. < Don't you remember, Vi? All those times? I was the one who lost count... >

They were whispering again, their voices growing overwhelming in her head. Jinx grabbed hold of one side of his head, the other remaining flat on his stomach. < I can't take it anymore! You have to protect me, it's your job to-- >

The thought was interrupted by everything else. It had grown and grown, so physical in his body that it had decided to purge. He upchucked right at Vi's feet, trembling, hating the way it made him feel. The way it made him look, so awful and pathetic. Jinx didn't want to look up, didn't want to see any sort of expression from Vi. < It would be pity, > he thought, < or disgust. >

He backed up like a cornered animal, his arms wrapped around himself once more. ❝ I don't know. ❞ His voice was cold. Bitter thoughts were spoken aloud. ❝ < Maybe I was wrong to ever call you my sister at all. > ❞

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This is an indie portrayal of transmasc Jinx from Arcane / League of Legends. 18+ only! 

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𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞.

                                        𝕀 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪, 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 

ｆｕｃｋｅｄ ｕｐ．

[[ ᴵⁿᵈⁱᵉ JINX ᴿᴾ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ]]

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Verses

Powder verse ; Rᵉᵗᵃⁱⁿ Iⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᶜᵉ

In Silco’s Care verse ; Tʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐˡᵉˢˢ ʷᵉˡˡ

Post-op Shimmer verse ; Dᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵗʳᵃʸ

Shimmer Addiction verse ; Bˡᵒᵒᵈ ʳᵘⁿˢ ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵈᵈⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʳᵘⁿˢ ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏᵉʳ

Powder AU ; Hᵃᵖᵖⁱᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ...?

Special Verses

Telepathy AU ; Tʰᵉ ⱽⁱ⁽ᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ⁾ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ

The Jinx & the Hound ; I ˢᵉᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ

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I'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ( ic )

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Fᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳˢ ˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ( visage )

I’ᵐᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ˢᵘʳᵛⁱᵛᵒʳ ( headcanon) 

Wʰᵒ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ? ( promo )

Gʳᵃᵛⁱᵗʸ'ˢ Rᵃⁱⁿᵇᵒʷ ( ooc )

Tʰᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ; ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ; ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱᵉ ( rp meme )

Hᵒᵗ Hᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ ( self - promo )