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punk rock jinx !!

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Hello!!

I'm here and have time to chill :D

Watching Love Island and catching up on tumblr <3

Thank you everyone for your patience

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I'm so sorry for being quiet!

There's a lot going on with me at the moment but that's a post for later!

But I'm going to try to be around a little more often again <3

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His smirk never faltered, something Jinx admired and was curious about at the same time. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, not in anger, but with interest. Like someone who’s found a puzzle piece that almost fits and now wants to see the whole damn picture.

“Intriguing,” she echoes, slow and deliberate, rolling the word around like it’s got a bitter aftertaste. “Y’know, most people at least pretend t'give a shit. You don’t even bother with that.”

She stops a few feet from him now, close enough to see the similarities in his expression to that of a cat — that tiny, nearly imperceptible twitch of curiosity he tries to hide behind indifference.

“So what is it?” she asks, voice dropping just slightly. “You study us like rats in a maze, but what do you get out of it? You waiting for someone to impress you? Or just bored of watching people lose their minds in the same damn ways?”

There’s something fierce in her eyes now, still no anger or bitterness, but her own hunger. Not for chaos - this time - but for truth, for reaction. For anything real under all his silence.

“Or…” she leans in just a touch, the grin returning — crooked and a little too wide, “…you just like having front row seats to the carnage, huh? Gives you that little thrill. 'Cause deep down, maybe you’re not so different from me after all.”

Tap. Tap. Tap. There's nothing subtle in Jinx's movements, everything left UP TO THE SURFACE. It isn't poker, where every little detail needs to be seen. Interacting with her is more like JENGA. A game of careful movements lest the tower of blocks all come tumbling down. Different than most others - but there's something fun in the risk.

Chishiya doesn't bat an eye whenever Niragi stalks up with his rifle, all swagger and anger and bad temperament. He doesn't move an inch either when she moves forward ; he tilts his head and that smirk sits ARROGANTLY UPON HIS LIPS. He does, at least, stop snacking for a brief moment. " Cute is an interesting way to put it. " He remarks with some genuine contemplation, a sign that he's WILLING TO PLAY with whatever this is.

It isn't often people try to pick at him or pin down anything about him. THERE'S TWO PEOPLE. The lambs who falsely see safety and hope with him, and the hunting dogs that snarl - either aggravated by his apathy and arrogance or distrustful. " It's not about the mess. " HE DOESN'T DENY HER POINT. " It's more about if its interesting or not. It's dull when its all the same. " It doesn't matter if lives are on the line - his own included. His chin lifts slightly, unashamed and unapologetic. " It's intriguing. "

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She snorts, rolling her eyes — but there’s no real heat behind it. More like someone who's been called out and knows it. Her fingers tap restlessly against her arm, a subconscious rhythm, like ticking dynamite.

“Bother me?” she echoes, stepping off the wall with a slow, deliberate gait. “Nah. It’s cute, really. You sittin’ there all calm and collected while the world burns? Almost admirable.” High pressure didn’t scare her — she thrived in it. What bothered her was the waiting.

She tilts her head, watching him with sharp interest. “But you—” her voice draws out, almost lazy, “you get this look in your eyes. Like you’re enjoying watching everyone drown... and you’re disappointed it wasn’t messier.” A pause. “That’s what bugs me.”

Amusement flickers faintly in the darkness ; a weak spark of something that could be extinguished or FED depending on how it was interacted with. " It's not BECAUSE of that, for the record. " Chishiya replies as he shrugs slightly, unbothered by what would bother others. " Moments of high pressure are when you get to see what someone can really do. " It's interesting, sometimes. " Does it bother you? " He asks, eyeing her the same way a cat might eye something in the distance that it hasn't yet decided if it wants to engage with or continue a lazy nap.

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Jinx’s eyes lit up in that familiar spark—just a flicker of mischief, but enough to show Luna had her attention now. Her fingers tapped at her forearm, thoughts racing almost instantly at the idea. She dropped her foot from the wall, standing straighter as she eyed the bullet between Luna’s fingers with growing interest.

“Paint bombs?” she repeated, already chewing on the idea, and then snorted. “You mean like splatter their stupid boots with neon pink kind of bombs?” Her grin was returning now, and she gave a little bounce in place. “That’s so petty—I love it.”

She stepped closer, cocking her head at the bullet. “I could squeeze somethin’ in that small... Might need to make ‘em real pressurised, though. Like pop-on-contact kinda thing. Won’t go boom, but it’ll mark ‘em.” A pause. Then she added with a glint in her eye, “And maybe a little irritant for good measure—make 'em itch for a week.”

Then, like the idea was already blossoming too fast to contain, Jinx was already pacing in a tight circle. “Neon paint, gas capsules, tiny burst charges, maybe somethin’ they can’t scrub off easy. You know, ‘til they learn.”

She turned back to Luna, mouth curled in a smirk. “An' we can do it while layin' low”.

Of course. Silco was only doing was he thought was best for her, looking out for her when no one else would. And for what it was worth, she would tend to agree with him... but that didn't mean those enforcers should just get to walk away scot free. Not on her watch.

"That is a problem..." She muttered, brushing a finger under her lip as she tried coming up with a solution, one that would work for both parties. Well, Silco might get upset regardless. Jinx loved her theatrics, and she couldn't take that from the poor girl.

"Maybe not fireworks. But there are other ways to deliver a message." As if to demonstrate her point, she picked up her rifle and proceeded to crank open the chamber, catching the bullet in midair before it flew away from her. She held it up for Jinx to see, pinched between her fingers like she was admiring it in the light of day...

But there was no such light down here. And she for one had grown tired of the enforcers acting like they owned the place.

"... You can make paint bombs. Do you think you squeeze them down into something like this?"

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Old sketch, New colors

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"Exactly!" She pokes his cheek.

"Yer like a cursed plushie. Adorable, but with, like, permanent bad juju."

🌀 "-huh?!"

"Great, yeah, that probably doesn't help. Not like a bunch of evil demons are gonna be intimidated by cute." 🐈‍⬛

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Alice in Borderlands AU

In the warped, brutal world of the Borderlands—where survival depends on solving deadly games tied to playing cards—Jinx would be both a terrifying force and a tragic wildcard. 

Initial Entry: Chaos Welcomed 

Jinx's arrival in the Borderlands would be almost seamless. She's no stranger to a world that doesn’t play fair, and the moment reality twists and the streets go empty, she’d probably laugh rather than panic. 

She’d jump into the first game out of sheer curiosity or bloodlust—drawn to the danger like a moth to a flame. 

How She Handles the Games: 

♠ Spades (Physical) 

Jinx thrives here. Her agility, reflexes, and sheer unpredictability give her a terrifying edge. She’s not just fast—she’s unhinged, which makes her hard to predict and impossible to intimidate. 

Outcome: High success rate. She’d laugh while bleeding, smile while dodging bullets, and probably paint the arena with her enemies’ blood if pushed. 

♣ Clubs (Team) 

This is where she becomes volatile. Jinx doesn’t play well with others—trust issues, abandonment trauma, and a hair-trigger temper make her a dangerous teammate. She could either save the team with wild brilliance… or doom them out of paranoia. 

Outcome: 50/50. She might bond with outcasts or misfits (someone like Chishiya could intrigue her), but betrayal (or even perceived betrayal) would push her over the edge. 

♦ Diamonds (Intellect) 

Jinx is smarter than people give her credit for. Her mind is chaotic but ingeniously creative. While traditional logic puzzles might frustrate her, if the game allows for unconventional thinking or rule-breaking, she could thrive. 

Outcome: Medium success. Alone, she’d struggle with purely logical puzzles. With a clever partner she trusts, she'd pull through—maybe even in spectacular, rule-defying fashion. 

♥ Hearts (Psychological) 

This is where Jinx truly suffers. Heart games force players to manipulate, betray, or sacrifice others, dredging up trauma and guilt. For Jinx—already haunted by past betrayals, Vi’s absence, and Silco’s death—these games would shatter her or push her further into madness. 

Outcome: Devastating. If forced to kill someone she liked or relive her trauma, she might break, hallucinate Powder again, or destroy the game entirely in a fit of rage. 

Relationships in the Borderlands 

Jinx would form intense, unstable bonds. She might gravitate toward loners like Chishiya (who would be both intrigued and cautious), or wildcards like Niragi, though that pairing would either implode in violence or evolve into something unholy. 

She could also end up clashing with a moral compass character like Arisu—who might try to save her, which she'd resent deeply at first. But if anyone reminds her of Vi, she might cling and crack simultaneously. 

Jinx’s Endgame: 

If she survives long enough to reach the Queen and King games, she’d either: 

Blow everything up, rejecting the system, the games, and the idea of returning to a world that’s just as broken. 

Stay, seeing the Borderlands as more “honest” than Piltover. 

Break, unable to handle the final psychological strain—her heart games catching up with her in hallucinations and grief. 

Final Verdict: 

Jinx would be a terrifyingly effective player in the Borderlands—one of those legends whispered about by survivors. But her own mind would be her greatest enemy, and heart games might finally make her choose: does she want to survive… or self-destruct in a blaze of glory? 

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Jinx stood against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at him. Once called out, her eye brow perks up, neck straightening. “Because you always do that smug little thing with your face before something explodes. Or someone dies. Or both.”

" Why are you giving me that look? " A statement punctuated by the rather loud crunch in the otherwise silent space as Chishiya bites into his snack.

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Time to finally write up Jinx's verse for Alice in Borderland and BNHA.

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Her grin widened, wild and toothy. “Pfft, please. The last time was a fluke. I letcha win ‘cause I felt bad watching you squint down that scope like an old lady threading a needle.”

"Very funny, Jinx." She gave her the old side eye, twisting her lips into a lopsided grimace. Everyone knew she was the best shot in the lanes, and if not? Well, she wasn't above proving them wrong with a little demonstration.

"Are you trying to start something? Or do you want another rematch that badly?"

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"... yeah but" she started, leaning back against the wall now, her arms folded as she sighed. "Silco told me t'keep a low profile" Jinx muttered, blowing her fringe out of her face. The look of a teen, grounded by her parent.

Her foot was up and against the wall with her, eyes looking up at Luna, "An' I aint one for teachin' lessons on the down low" Jinx pouted, clearly bitter about her position. If she knew she could sneak out and light some fireworks without it getting back to Silco she would - but her style was just too obvious.

She didn't say anything, letting Jinx air out her frustrations, all while the gears in her mind started to turn...

"No, they can't." She hiked her foot up onto the railing, arm resting over her knee as she looked out over the underground, covered in industrial fumes she could smell from a mile away. The enforcers had already stepped one too many times into their territory, and now they were involving children... so as far as she was concerned, they were due for a little comeuppance.

"This happened today, yes?" She asked just for clarification, if her plan was to have any effect, lips curling into a devious little smirk as she dropped her chin into the palm of her hand.

"Then they can't be too far gone. Why don't we go make some fireworks?"

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"But yer so cute!"

🌀 “I’ve accepted the fact that I’m basically a magnet for anything evil and scary.” 🐈‍⬛

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"I called you a Shit Shot. Didn't think you were deaf as well as blind"

"... What did you just call me?"

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OPEN RP:

The dim glow of neon lights flickered erratically in the narrow alley, casting sharp, jagged shadows on the damp walls. Jinx crouched on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, her blue braids swaying in the cool night breeze. Her eyes, wide and gleaming with a mixture of excitement and mischief, scanned the streets below. It had been too quiet lately, and she was itching for some chaos to break the monotony.

In her hands, she twirled a small, spherical gadget, its lights blinking in rapid succession as she fiddled with it. A wild grin spread across her face as she considered her options. Cause a little ruckus? Test out her newest creation? Or maybe wait and see who or what might wander into her path?

As if on cue, she spotted movement below—a lone figure stepping into the alleyway. They looked cautious, their head turning as if sensing they weren’t alone. Jinx’s grin widened.

“Looks like someone’s out for a midnight stroll,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper.

She flipped the gadget into the air and caught it, debating whether to drop in for a surprise greeting or see what this newcomer was up to. Either way, her night was about to get a lot more interesting.

Without warning, she leaned over the edge, peering down at the figure with an impish smile. “Hey down there!” she called out, her voice echoing through the alley. “You lost, or just looking for trouble?”