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ARCANE | Alternate Universe Powder Modeling | Léa Rocton

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ITS BEEN 22 HRS SINCE THE MUSIC VIDEO CAME OUT. YALL ARE QUICK ASF

anyway, these are my analysis:

Ekko sings (mouths) the lyrics more openly, showing that he wants to be there for jinx, for her to let him love her. Jinx sings in a more reserved way, meaning that shes more hesitant on letting him in.

the video also shows Ekko being surrounded by multiple Jinx's, hinting that he wants to be with jinx, no matter what version he gets.

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IM NOW HCING that that hug IS the actual attempt that saved her. That he dropped the machine and just hugged her and she didn't jump.

That's such an Ekko thing, we can see throughout all of arcane just how loving Ekko is to the people around him, from his treatment of the firelights to how he treats jinx, the question throughout their fights where they never actually aim for each other, how the first her does when he gets back front the alternate universe is run to jinx knowing she needs him. How he puts his life in the line to stop Viktor. Ekko is amazing.

There are so many cues behind that hug it's actually crazy.

Her little smile. The light he brings into her life. The way she trusts him so much that she just falls back against him. You can literally see on her face how she relaxes. It's crazy.

He's her rock, he's her comfort, he's her love. She's his everything, good or bad, she is ekko's girl.

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timebomb but happier and a little older

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this is canon

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pow

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edit to put at the top : I do agree with you OP. sorry to hijack your post. I am sooo tired of fandom these days so I tend to go off easily. (I stand by what I said tho.)

also sorry not sorry but since when people with mental health issues don't have agency? Like I get how he could have taken advantage of her but also... that is only one possibility. It would be possible for them to do and it not being him taking advantage of her even in her state. Depends how it's done. Both are possible (and in between variations).

Now... People are just so into sanitizing everything these days so even if, even if it was toxic and messed up bc yes she'd be latching onto him and his affection, in a dependent way, etc etc. Is it that bad in fiction?

In a show with a lot of messed up stuff already? with lots of trauma in it and how messy and toxic trauma can make one behave/be?

And if we take the representation argument : it's also something that happens irl. It shouldn't yeah but it's life. It happens. We all mess it up we all do unhealthy stuff. We all do not so great stuff. It is life. And tbh to have this messiness erased is not good I think, even if we speak of representation. Wouldn't a representation of life, and the messiness and how the messiness doesn't immediately erases feelings, destroy relationships, etc. how people can rebuild themseleves etc etc. Wouldn't that be better as representation than the all pretty sanitized stuff? Wouldn't showing life as it is and with the hopeful "yeah ok we all do unhealthy shit but it's ok and look : it isn't a death sentence. You aren't an irremediable monster. You can do better." be a better message than "nah nah erase all messiness"?.

I am not for them having had sex before but I will not let ableism and puritanism pass. Stop trying to sanitize everything people + sorry not sorry but no he wouldn't have automatically be taking advantage of her. Stop treating mentally ill people as babies without agency people. Because sorry not sorry but this way of thinking is ableist. (not saying you are as persons. but the way of thinking is.)

and I am not saying it isn't possible. That this issue of taking advantage -unvoluntarily or not- of mentally ill and vulnerable people is not a thing. It very much is and we need to fight against it. like really.

but it is not an automatic thing. Mentally ill people have agency. Autonomy.

I still don't necessarily think Jinx and Ekko straight up had sex offscreen, but I saw someone make an excellent counterpoint to the objection that Jinx wasn't in the right mindset for that/Ekko wouldn't have "taken advantage" of her.

The counterpoint being: All of Arcane's love scenes are kinda fucked up anyway.

Mel and Jayce's scene is intercut with Viktor dying and being the subject of nonconsensual blood magic. Vi and Caitlyn getting cozy on Caitlyn's bed is interrupted by a smash-cut to Jinx being revived in a torturous medical crime. Everything about the Caitlyn/Maddie relationship is upsetting and deliberately played to be upsetting. And Vi and Caitlyn finally have sex in Jinx's jail cell while Jinx is on her way to kill herself (I don't actually have much of a problem with this like a lot of people do, but c'mon, they were definitely leaning into the kink there).

So Ekko and Jinx getting it on while she's still kind of maybe suicidal is honestly pretty tame by comparison.

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Modern au Ekko I wasn’t gonna Post for reasons but Art Block seems to be Happening so old art is needed.

His plants (aside from greenthing) are named After female scientists.

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FINALLY something new to post! Here's this JC Leyendecker inspired TimeBomb piece I've been working on for a while now ⏳️💣

CaitVi and JayVik to follow so keep an eye out for those 👀

Find Me Elsewhere ✌🏻

Commission Request Form 🖤

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Jinx and butterflies

Going to kaicon tomorrow and will be handing out prints, will hopefully going as AU Powder, come say hi!

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I know I'm late but here, day 2 : magic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63742870/chapters/163726015?view_adult=true

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I had a dream about Jinx with her hair like this and I had to draw it.

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Jinx sketches :))

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There's a ghost in Ekko’s room. 

He isn’t completely sure he wants it gone. It wakes him with a single touch, cold and fluttering before fingers lace with his. They can lie for hours on his bed, trapped under his blanket, and her hands never get warm. 

He supposes that that was one of the many things he can’t change about her. He supposes he shouldn’t have let her into his bed as often as he already has.

There'd been another raid. A simple one their informant said, a quick in and out before any of Silco’s goons noticed them. Everything had been going well up until the point she showed up. 

They came in with twelve people. They left with eight, half of whom were gravely injured. He glanced at her over his shoulder, over the dead bodies of his friends. His eyes met with the barrel of her gun. No bullets ever came.

Ekko decided then and there that last night was going to be the last time he let her in.

He stands in the dark corner of his room. His grip on his metal pipe is tight.

The moment he sees her boot on his windowsill, he swings. She jumps forward and dodges, falling into his room on all fours. Ekko has the fleeting thought to compare her to a cat.

He swings again. She points a gun at him. He manages to grab it by the barrel and slam its muzzle on her forehead.

She stumbles into his bed and Ekko is on top of her in a single step. He traps her hips with his knees and her throat with his hands.

He floods his mind with memories of his dead friends before any other thought invades it. He squeezes. 

Her hands scramble to scratch at his wrist, at his shoulder, at his face. She spends only a few seconds clawing at his skin before she resigns, fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist.

He lets go of her throat and jumps to his feet. He feels her pulse on his palm. 

“Fight back.”

She pushes her body to her elbow and her lips to a grin. The cords on her neck are thick. Her teeth are bloody.

He slams her back into the mattress. “Fight back, damn it!”

A single blue nail draws a line from his knuckle to his shoulder.

“Your eyes are still brown,” she says.

Hers are still blue. Bloodshot, but undeniably blue. He doesn't tell her this.

There’s an ugly purple bruise on her forehead, one that he gave her mere hours earlier—right next to the scar he gave her when they were 9 and tinkering with rusted metal springs. Her cuticles are raw. Her polish is chipped. Her lashes are long. Her nails have dark red caked under them. Her skin is sallow. Her lips are stained red. He doesn't tell her any of this.

“Are you going to kill me?” 

He tightens his grip around her throat.

“I don't mind if it's you.” She shuffles under him so she’s lying flat on the bed. Her touch is feather-light on his wrist. “I don't mind if it's like this.”

She closes her eyes. 

Ekko is crazy. He knows he is because his fingers loosens around her throat.

This isn't how it's supposed to go. She is supposed to shoot him dead and he is supposed to duck every bullet. He is supposed to swipe at her hard enough to crack her skull and she is supposed to evade every hit.

She is not supposed to give up. She is not supposed to die. He is not supposed to kill her.

He presses her further into the mattress with a snarl. The grin on her lips widens. He dips. She tastes like iron, .

She recovers from the shock fairly quickly. In a few quick movements, they are both bare and interwoven, molded into one.

She cries when he sinks himself into her and clutches at his shoulder when he begins to move. She feels like heaven. She feels like hell.

Ekko supposes he should be rougher, grip her hands tighter, hurt her as she hurts him. If he was sane then he might have. (If he was sane, he wouldn't be on top of her at all.)

Instead, he wills his hips to move slower. He gives her reprieve in kisses and shallow bites. He whispers promises both know neither one of them can fulfill. He treats her with a gentleness he knows she will not grant him. 

When she comes, her hand muffles the scream begging to be released from her mouth. Her face is crumpled, tears mixing with sweat as they roll down her neck. Her back bows off the bed. Her grip on his shoulder is brutal.

Ekko watches and commits every detail to memory.

When he wakes a few hours later, Jinx is dressing herself. Sunlight filters through her hair, softening its kiss on his eyes. It's still unbraided.

Her pants are halfway her hips when he pushes himself up to his elbow. She must have heard the rustle of the covers. She looks at him over her shoulder, shoots him a smile, and finishes buttoning her pants.

She walks over to his window; one, two, seven steps. Her foot is on the windowsill, the wind playing with her unbraided hair. Ekko has the fleeting thought to compare it to water. She hops off the edge and disappears. She does not look at him.

Ekko promises himself that tonight—and tonight for certain—is the last time he will ever let her in. (If only because it means that she will haunt him again.)

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Jinx in a pretty dress!! <3 timelapse below

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Writing Masterpost

Drabbles (<1k Words)

Old Habits and New Routines - Silco gets interrupted while fixing The Last Drop's accounts.

When I Think of Desire, I Spell Out Your Name - The bridge fight from Ekko's perspective.

Starved - Jinx pays Ekko a visit in the middle of the night.

One Shots

How (Beautiful) You Look to Me - Ekko gives Jinx a haircut while he contemplates his feelings.

My Chest Feels Like It's Going to Burst - Jinx attempts to make a new gun in Ekko's workshop.

Eidolon - The seven times Ekko sees Jinx after the war.

Multi-chapters

Let Flowers Bloom in Spring - Five years after the war, Ekko searches for a new purpose and discovers something else along the way. Jinx finds out how fast she can run until the past catches up to her. Their goals lead them to Demacian wilderness. Chaos ensues.

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There is a gnawing emptiness clawing at Jinx’s stomach. She knows exactly how to make it go away. The path is familiar to her, practically second nature, that she can take it with her eyes closed. She ducks over low pipes and steps over roots before the view of the tree greets her.

Ekko sleeps with his window open. The first time Jinx sneaks into his room and sees the midnight sky, eclipsed by the crown of green, unobscured by smoke, she understands why.

But that’s not why she comes here.

His green curtains flutter forward as she slinks past the wooden frame, the ground spinning under her as she does. It's quiet in his room. It always is. It’s why Mylo is particularly loud in her ear, why she hears the groans of her stomach whenever she comes over.

The metal hardware of her shoes clinks as she slips them off. She takes the seven steps—she knows, she’s counted it before—to his bed. He sleeps with his back against the window. If he was awake, Jinx would have called him stupid to his face.

Mylo calls her a stalker. She slaps his claw off her shoulder.

His skin is warm as she ghosts her hand over it, soft when she finally lets her fingertips kiss it. She peels his covers and slots herself against his back. He does not stir.

Jinx forces herself to lie still. She brings her hand to his arm again, finger brushing over brown skin before she flattens them to palms, smoothing over his muscles until she reaches his knuckle.

Bile rises in her throat. She forces her fingers to lace with his. She feels cotton fill her skull. She times her breathing with the rise and fall of his chest. Her stomach lurches. She fills her lungs with the scent of him—wood, iron, and some fruit she can’t name. 

She swallows the urge to gag. She can’t make too much noise, make too many movements. It’s never happened before but it might still rouse Ekko.

She can just pick another person—any person. But the thought of anybody else touching her makes the acid in her stomach worse. She’s tried once and ended up half-naked on a bed with a bloody body on top of her.

That doesn’t happen with Ekko though. Whatever it is that he’s doing or not doing, it satiates the beast in her stomach that demands for offerings.

Once or twice, she thinks of taking him. Tie him up and drag him somewhere nobody could find them, nobody could hear him. She wouldn’t have to sneak through his window and she wouldn’t have to soften her steps. It’d be easy too.

Mylo calls her crazy. She tells him to be quiet.

She doesn’t sleep. She gets a few hours like this, she will not waste it unconscious.

Instead, she watches the wall and waits for the early sunshine. She listens to his voice when he mumbles and catches both her names once or twice in between gibberish. She does not know—or does not admit to herself—why the thought of him dreaming about her makes her happy.

Every now and then as she lies against his back, she thinks of his face. It’s been so long since she’s seen it. Ekko doesn’t look at her anymore. Or maybe he does behind that stupid mask. Either way, Jinx doesn’t see him anymore.

Then again, maybe that’s a good thing. If she sees his face, sees how brown iris melts over white, sees plump lips stretching over teeth, she’d have to recognize then that her stomach is only some inches away from her heart. That when one echoes in its own chamber, she might have mistaken it for the other. They’re so close to each other, afterall. It’s so easy to confuse them.

And then she’d have to think. And then she’d have to feel. And when these pesky thoughts and emotions overwhelm her, how will she feed?

So she pushes the image of his face further into the back of her head. She presses closer against his back, squeezes his limp hand in hers, and waits for morning to come.