#jinx » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 ˎˊ˗

[dustoire]

@vandrs - [ vander && jinx ] [ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

her vision is blurry with loose gunpowder and ears ring from tinnitus , when jinx comes to . bruised hands reach for her face , rubbing the dust out of her eyes , and it dawns on her ― she's being carried . a confused groan leaves her throat , and still - dirtied eyes squint up , trying to look past all the powder so she could figure out exactly who had dared pick her up .

the initial thought was sevika ― she'd begrudgingly come to her aid , bring her home if she was asked . or , if not sevika , then some other big tough guy silco trusted enough .

but when her vision finally focused enough , jinx flinches , blinks her eyes tight as if trying to will the sight away . but when she looks back up at him , she's convinced . he's obviously holding her , and he hasn't said anything , not yet . he's real . he's got to be .

“ . . . vander ? ”

[dustoire]

her smirk quickly grew into a wider grin . proud of herself , she stepped forward , moving like she was going to walk past him , but she stopped by his side instead .

“ hmm . . . depends . ” a hand rested at her hip , her weight shifting onto one foot . bright eyes stared up at harry , trying to decipher whether or not he's up to her challenges . “ could always go to hogsmeade , have a couple at the three broomsticks . ”

as she passed through the portrait door , she started contemplating her offer . it was already fairly late , and hogsmeade was quite the walk . . .

“ or the astronomy tower . if we can sneak up to the roof , the view's really pretty . ” only a mere second later , she paused , an almost stunned look on her face . too vulnerable , that felt too vulnerable . a slight shake of her head , and she slid right back to her typically casual demeanor . “ if you're not up for the walk , that is . ”

Harry didn't really like parties- for one they were much too noisy. For the other he was pretty sure that most of the Gryffindor common room didn't actually want him here, if neither party wanted him here why should he bother being here?

A small hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as Jinx spoke up, his hand still hovering at the handle- ready to carry him out of here at a moments notice. He snorted at her words; that hadn't been his experience, but then she was offering to sneak off with him and he gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Accio cloak." Harry muttered, then opened the door to push past the portrait. "Now you're speaking my language. Where do you wanna go?"

[dustoire]

An eyebrow perked up on the younger's face as the other's demeanor changed. For a split second, she takes a step back, almost nervous over the sudden grin, until he merely points out a handmade patch. “ Ass guard..? ” She dramatically leaned down as faded purple eyes flickered between the patch and the stranger's face. Impressive craftmanship, sure, but the meaning's lost on her. Jinx was already upright again, one arm crossed over her ribs while the other hand tapped at her chin, when her question left her mouth. “ . . . That's not what you guys call pants where you're from, is it? ”

@burdenedchaos | | | lokes && jinx, continued from here

[dustoire]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU ?

justice . what would you do to ensure justice ? you know full well i don't speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates , dearest . what would you do to those that hurt you ? if i dropped them in your lap , what would you do ? what kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them ? you are right to do so . you are right to want to do so . ignore the screaming , dearest , you are the hand of justice now , and they hurt you . do not look too closely at their faces , dearest . you are within your rights . you spell out your own rights , now . are you happy about it ? are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair ? does your anger hurt less now ?

tagged by: @lupiinee (ty again <3) tagging: everyone, tag you're it!

[dustoire]

WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL LOOK LIKE ?

a shadowed figure within a void . you are the flickering shape in the darkness . the echo of something lost . are you even there at all , really ? does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you ? you were the first to lose yourself . you stumbled in the dark , and in trying to find who you are , you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things . can you still say that you are you , if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find ? what is it that you think will make you whole again ? do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you ? there is no monster trying to harm you . there is only you , and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self - destruction . you are the villain of your own story . there is no one you have harmed more than yourself .

tagged by: @lupiinee (evil !!! tysm <3) tagging: uhhhhhhhhh. you!! you're all tagged. tag you're it <3

[dustoire]

@toksikk - [ fp && jinx ] “Didn’t you say you need space?”

“ What ? No . . . . Yes , I . . . ” Her eyes search for an excuse , eventually landing on a stray screwdriver laying on the floor . With that , Jinx snatches it from its place and waves it around . “ . . . meant space to tinker ! ”

And yet , not one of her half - finished projects is to be seen . She'd always hated lies , they always lead her down deconstructive paths before , and now here she is , lying . There's a twinge of disgust , self - disgust , on her face , but she goes on , pacing the room , anything to keep her eyes off the other .

“ I mean , c'mon , this place is a fixer - upper , isn't it ? These chairs ― ” She takes the opportunity to slide into a stool , spin on it , for dramatic effect . “ Total safety hazard . ”

As if she's ever cared about safety hazards before .

[dustoire]

@weakermoments - [ dan && jinx ] " They say the best blaze burns brightest when circumstances are at their worst. "

“ Yeah, that's what Sil― ...that's what my dad used to tell me. ” She hugs her knees to her chest, having been sat on the ground when this stranger found her. Her braids trail in circles around herself ― easily stepped on if he ( or any passers - by ) move in too close. “ It's just hard to burn when everything burns down with you. ”

[dustoire]

muses/verses/dynamics tag drop, please ignore (wip)

howl » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 ˎˊ˗ house » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 ˎˊ˗ viktor » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ˎˊ˗ jinx » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 ˎˊ˗ betty » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 ˎˊ˗ wilson » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 ˎˊ˗ sophie » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 ˎˊ˗ kenny » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 ˎˊ˗ heidi » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 ˎˊ˗ spike » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚 ˎˊ˗ sal » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 ˎˊ˗ jonathan » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 ˎˊ˗ zoey » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ˎˊ˗ lev » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 ˎˊ˗ edward » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒆 ˎˊ˗ klaus » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒋𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 ˎˊ˗ jayme » 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 ˎˊ˗

herald » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒕𝒂𝒈 ˎˊ˗ young powder » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 ˎˊ˗ alt powder » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒕𝒂𝒈 ˎˊ˗ wizardry » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒆 ˎˊ˗ vampire » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ˎˊ˗ bounty hunter » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ˎˊ˗ *strange magic » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 ˎˊ˗ **stick of truth » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒕𝒂𝒈 ˎˊ˗ **fractured but whole » 𝕒𝕦。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒕𝒂𝒈 ˎˊ˗ *sophie hatter only, for the time being **south park muses only

muse&muse | url » 𝕕𝕪𝕟。⋮ ― ˗ˏˋ 𝒕𝒂𝒈 ˎˊ˗

[dustoire]

A hand waved the comment away , quickly dropping back to the disconnected arm . “ Nah . Happens a lot , when you're me . ” Not exactly a lie . Jinx had always noticed the way passers - by looked at her whenever she was out . If it wasn't what she'd been known for ― her excessive use of explosives , sparklers , and neon paints ― it was her erratic behaviors , or her unnaturally bright color palette , or on occasion who she was known to associate with .

But that's all past by now , of course .

“ Just one more minute , chill out . This isn't my first metal arm , y'know . ” Couldn't give away the surprise , after all . As if she was sure he wasn't watching her every move . Wouldn't blame him if he did .

“ Annnndd . . . Ta - da ! ” Jinx spun in her seat , a couple times ( in place of her typical pyrotechnics ) and tossed a once - solid - color mech arm back towards this new friend of hers . It's now clunkier , with low - tech weaponry hidden beneath mismatched metal and covered in bright blue scribbles ; it also features a small compartment in the forearm , though it's initially unclear what it's meant for . “ Like it ? I'll have to show you how it works , but it's pretty easy to manage . ”

❝ don't worry about wens . ❞ five noted , a glance towards jinx before a brow raising . ❝ she's ... ❞ he was about to say HARMLESS but that would be a lie . && honestly , he wasn't entirely sure why he was reassuring the crazy lady who spoke to her hallucinations . instead five shrugged it off , eyes spying the door where wednesday had exited out of . arm laid out in front of him && panel open as she quietly worked on the wires && gears .

reaching for his coffee , five took a sip before raising a brow . ❝ what exactly are you doing to it anyway ? ❞ he asked .

@dustoire // starter call for jinx

[dustoire]

she'll keep blaming the gunpowder . the smoke . the ― the thickness of the air , that's all . she's not starting to cry . no . it's just the dust of the rubble in her eyes .

for seven , maybe eight years , she'd believed ― no , she'd been told ― that vander was dead . he died , and there was nothing she or silco could do . but she'd seen him lying there . bruised , bloodied , mutated and decorated with veins pumping shimmer . so maybe her eyes truly do deceive her , maybe she truly is seeing things , hearing things .

. . . ‘ kiddo ’ ? no , no , this isn't her projecting . she would've seen him before . he wouldn't be calling her ‘ kiddo ’ . and he wouldn't be reassuring her , he'd be implying that she's weak . at least , that's what mylo does when she sees him . vander . . . vander wouldn't be any different , right ? if this was fake ?

“ how . . ? ” her voice comes out weakened , shaky , uncertain . the question doesn't even come out in full ; there's too many racing through her head . how are you here ? how did you find me ? how come you never came for me before ?

“ i got you, ” he mumbles to the unconscious form as he tenderly picks her up. a tenderness reserved for just her and another, despite the years since he'd been able to reach for them. carefully vander takes her into his arms and m a n e u v e r s her out harms way.

while he hadn't been home in a while, the lanes hadn't changed in structure, just in spirit. he easily gets them down alleys, a deserted path towards a semblance of safety. periodically his gaze drops to the blue haired girl in his arms. guilt, confusion, awe, all warring in his mind as he tries to reconcile this person with the little girl he'd been trying to raise. he wondered if she still liked the same juice, or if she still drew faces on her smoke bombs.

when she begins to stir in his arms he slows his pace, but keeps going. he nearly stops at his name, his gaze dropping to her. “ yeah kiddo, it's me, ” he replies softly, his pace picking up again. a soft smile comes to his lips as he looks at her for a moment before looking where he's going again. “ you're going to be alright, ” he says, a confidence in his voice that is likely u n w a r r a n t e d . it also doesn't answer the subtle question of confusion in her voice. but that's not a question he knows how to answer, and seems like a lesser priority until their as far from the enforcers as possible.

[dustoire]

an initially disappointed look faded into one that showed , maybe , a bit more concern . a quick glance back into the bulk of the ongoing celebration only confirmed her own take on the matter , though ― parties were fun in theory , but there's only so much she could handle .

“ well , i'd beg to differ . ” jinx rolled her eyes , despite her lips curling into a slight smirk . “ everyone here likes you , y'know ? but , if you sneak off , that essentially gives me permission to sneak off , so . . . ” a pause , hopefully giving her punchline a dramatic lead - in , “ i say , let's go . ”

❛ you’re leaving already? ❜ - for gryffindor jinx? if it's okay of course! :3 from @dustoire

Harry's hand froze mere inches from the handle- the truth was he had been about to leave- did that make him a bad guy? Socializing was difficult even at the best of times, and these were definitely not the best of times.

"I-"

Suddenly words didn't seem to want to work for him and after a moment he just nodded; looking kind of deflated. He wasn't about to lie to her, he wasn't cruel. "Yeah I was. I think it'd be better for everyone if I did."

[dustoire]

“ So, you're not from Piltover. . . . Noted. ” A joke, naturally. Of course this stranger wasn't from the Upper City, just look at the way he was dressed. The style was far from the city's typical citizens, let alone anything they'd wear as disguise to fit in down here, right?

At the compliment, though, Jinx glanced down at herself, then attempted to brush it off. “ Just repurposed from clothes that didn't fit anymore, really. ” Despite the roll of her eyes, the rest of her expression gave away how happy she was with the commentary. “ I'm, uh. Jinx. ” A hand was stuck out for a shake. “ And you are. . ? ”

"Just a bit of wordplay on the Great Golden Realm." Wordplay perhaps, was too kind a word for the addition of a singular letter to make it read as Ass but the Trickster wasn't about to go splitting hairs over it.

"I'm quite fond of what you've got going on here--!" Painted nails pointed and gestured towards the outfit currently adorning the stranger. "But I must admit, I'm not familiar with just who you are."