#Jinx cai

[caicreations]

New Jinx C.ai Bot!

Hey y’all! Kinda late at night to post for me but I wanna get something out since I don’t know how busy my week is gonna be 💀 This one was a request from @ Kai on TikTok, based on my last bot, and I’m gonna be making a Vi version as well as a Caitlyn version, so stick around for that, because y’all seemed to really like that one 😅 I believe I have four requests lined up at the moment so I appreciate the patience, as I still am a full time student and I have other responsibilities😊 As always, feel free to DM me with requests, helpful feedback, or even just to say hi!💜

[achilleesheelz]

Might do an Arcane women bot dump based on AFTERCARE by Nessa Barrett, might not. All depends if I'm willing to stay up past 11

[reia-creations]

REQUESTS

if y’all didn’t know, I do character ai (c.ai) bots!! And I REALLY need reqs

And the c.ai is: xatazx

My reqs are open!! I do characters from.

-MARVEL (mainly Young avengers bc my friend has an obsession with Xochitl Gomez and usually reqs more often.)

- YELLOWJACKETS (some of those bots I made are kinda old tho)

- DESCENDANTS (all franchises)

- BABYSITTERS CLUB (the 2000s version also bc my friend and her addiction of Xóchitl Gomez. Sorry lea if you see this 🩷)

-ARCANE

- ICARLY + VICTORIOUS

- GABBY DURAN ATUS (bc Kylie Cantrall is so wowzers..)

- and the fandoms actors/actresses bc yeah!

-ALSOOOOO ANY OTHER OCS IF YOU WANT (must provide a picture and a scenario.)

@queer-red-panda @thatone-midgardian @thund3randrain @playingwithwater @hufflepuffavenger @multiversal-lesbian (and anyone else!!)

[thejohnlockedfemboy]

ORPHAN!USER AND AU!SILCO C.AI BOT

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When User is discovered in the alley behind the Last Drop, Silco steps in to figure out why there’s a child all alone in the back streets of Zaun…

Arcane Season Two Act Three AU-compliant. Vander is alive and he and Silco are in a romantic relationship. Powder, Mylo, and Claggor are their adoptive kids, now all in their late teens and early twenties. Violet was killed in the explosion in Jayce’s lab years prior.

[accruedcpa]

Here's my Arcane Stock Report as of Season 2 Act 2

[a-single-tulip]

Star Wars OC List

Hey y'all! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything myself on here, but most writing I've been doing these days has mostly just been OC stuff in a server with my buddies, so I've decided to share my OCs with you guys <3

This includes both a mix of regular OCs (all of whom are from tcw era), as well as clone OCs!

I'll keep most of these descriptions pretty brief/to the point, so if any of y'all have any questions about any of these guys, feel free to hop into my inbox and ask away!

Dr. Waylon Vrand

Some of you might actually been familiar with Waylon, who was in the first fic I ever posted here! I actually posted a small origin story of sorts for him a bit ago, but to make a long story short:

Dr. Waylon Vrand, aged 22, is originally from a small village on the planet Dosuun (out in Wild Space, for those who didn't know), coming from a line of small-time family doctors, but moved out to Coruscant at the age of eighteen after receiving a scholarship for a medical academy there. If Mon Mothma can be a senator at 16, Waylon can be a doctor at a young age upon proving himself capable, do not perceive me

Feeling much like a fish out of water in a setting dominated by those with much higher prestige than him, Waylon found himself not exactly being all too up to socialize with his peers. Instead, he found friendship in an unexpected group, that being the clone troopers assigned to work with the medical academy.

Upon growing closer to graduating after enrolling in accelerated courses, he found himself studying and applying to work directly with the GAR as a medic specifically for clones, wanting to provide medical assistance for them on the front lines.

Following being officially instated as a medic for the GAR, he floated around wherever his assistance was required right up until he found himself assigned to Clone Force 99 for the remainder of the war.

Dr. Cais Varru

Dr. Cais Varru, aged 30, is a Zabrak originally from an Iridonian colony planet who works on Coruscant as a Psychiatrist, primarily doing work in Familial Affairs, and following the start of the war, he started doing VA work as well.

He moved to Coruscant at 24 following an experience that made him strongly desire a change of scenery, taking up a job far from home where he wouldn't be reminded of said incident.

Despite that though, he has a very calm temperament and remains in contact with his family consistently, and is very dedicated to the work he does in helping families displaced by the war, along with many troopers who find themselves desiring guidance.

Delilah "Dee" Murphy

Delilah "Dee" Murphy, aged 24, is a respectable journalist for the Coruscant Chronicle by day...graffiti artist by night.

Originally from the lower levels, after being left on her own at age 14, she found herself needing to support herself from a very early age. Now as an adult, she's made a relatively comfortable life for herself and prides herself on her career as bringing the truth to light in the work that she does.

That, however, doesn't make her immune to having her vices...with her primary one being her hobby in tagging buildings.

Though her identity when tagging remains anonymous, that doesn't mean that the Coruscant guard doesn't actively try to pursue her for her misdeeds.

Her primary tag is this guy below:

Wrench Ward

Wrench Ward, aged 28, is a mechanic in the lower levels of Coruscant working alongside her father in their family workshop, "Ward Family Repairs".

Following an incident that unfortunately claimed the life of her mother, she also lost part of her left arm up to the elbow at 8 years old. Following that, she was raised by her father and became well-acquainted with her way around fixing and repairing things.

Despite growing up on Coruscant, her father is actually originally from Dosuun, meaning she's also picked up his accent as well.

Wrench is just a nickname, but she'd rather die than tell anyone her real name that isn't someone close to her.

Sam Ward

okay...don't make fun of me, but this is his face claim:

Yup, that's right...Sam Elliott. Don't judge me, I named him before I decided on a face claim for him, and Sam Elliott being in Star Wars is just an inside joke between me and my friends now.

ANYWAYS

Sam Ward, aged 65, is the proprietor of Ward Family Repairs and the father of Wrench Ward. Originally from the planet Dosuun, he came to Coruscant as a young man to make a life for himself, which is where he eventually met his wife and later on had his daughter.

Following the loss of his wife and having to adapt to raising him daughter on his own, he dedicated himself to performing to the best of his abilities in providing for Wrench, and teaching her the skills she would need in working alongside him.

And now for Clone OCs

the next five clones listed below are actually all batchmates!

Commander Monroe

CT-1109, Commander Monroe, is a clone commander for the 428th High Corps (courtesy of @wizardofrozz <3), where they serve as troopers who escort doctors to refugee sites to provide medical assistance to injured civilians. Funnily enough, they work quite closely with the medical academies on Coruscant when they aren't off-world, so that in turn is how Monroe finds himself acquainted with Waylon of all people. The two of them became great friends following their first meeting.

During his time on Kamino, Monroe was solely dedicated not just to finishing the new training he'd been given upon proving himself to be further advanced than other cadets, but also making sure that his other batchmates made it off of Kamino at all. His brothers all had their own quirks and differences as cadets that were not entirely favorable to the Kaminoans, which made the prospect of being decommissioned a very real issue that they had to fight against. Monroe, as the eldest of his batch, made sure that nothing happened to them so that they could make it out and be able to serve the Republic.

Various things occur following Order 66 that unfortunately lead to him being one of the many clones on Mt. Tantiss...which then leads to him enduring various forms of experimentation that I'll elaborate on if anyone is interested at all in learning more about it.

Cupid

CT-1402, known as Cupid, serves as a trooper assigned to the Coruscant Guard. He earned his name due to his tendency to fall quite easily, along with his innate desire to set up people with one another in his free time. He's a very loving guy, and quite the social butterfly.

As a cadet, he was nearly decommissioned due to having a pacifistic nature when he was younger.

Jinx

CT-1713, known as Jinx, is a clone assigned to the 501st who specializes in working with demolitions. Ever the wildcard, he has quite a brash personality and earned his name due to how often he seems to get himself into some sort of trouble, typically learning to injuries that often lead to Kix lecturing him about being more careful. He happily leans into the whole "bad luck" thing, often teasing his fellow troopers by threatening to spread his bad luck onto them.

During a campaign at some point, he found an orphaned black tooka kitten that he secretly took in, much to his brother Snitch's chagrin who he begged and pleaded with not to tell on him (one of the FEW exceptions Snitch has ever made). Jinx appropriately named the tooka Eris, and that's where the paw prints on his armor came from.

He was nearly decommissioned as a cadet due to his reckless behavior and not being a team player.

Snitch

CT-2130, known as Snitch, was also assigned to the 501st much like his older brother Jinx but that's where their similarities end. Unlike his brother, he is a real stickler for the rules, having read the reg manuals cover to cover and is the sort to happily point out when someone is breaking the rules, and will even report on it. This doesn't exactly make him all too well-liked, but in his heart, in his own funny little way constantly worrying about the rules is his own way of showing he cares, something he has a hard time doing in a typical fashion.

As a cadet, he was part of a program that studied clone cadets showing signs of neurodivergency and would have been decommissioned if he had faltered in performance quality.

Beans

CT-4900, known as Beans, is the youngest of his batch and was assigned to the Coruscant Guard along with his older brother Cupid. Originally earning his name due to his high-energy personality making him much like a jumping bean, his name only grew to become even more appropriate once he developed a strong affinity for caf. Ever the excitable type, he's a chatterbox and will talk your ear off if you let him, with half of whatever he might be talking about being unintelligible due to how fast he talks if he's had too much caf.

As a cadet, he was nearly decommissioned due to him not meeting typical growth milestones and requirements on time, which earned him the nickname "Teenie Beanie" from his brothers when he was little.

Nimrod

CT-8250, known as Nimrod, is a shiny assigned to the Wolfpack that "affectionately" earned his name from @wizardofrozz's Sergeant Sawbones, due to the poor guy's tendency to make not-so-smart decisions without really thinking about whether or not he should even go through with such decisions in the first place. Got a stupid dare? He'll do it. Dumb plan of attack that definitely won't work? He didn't stay around long enough to hear the plan was stupid and is already getting himself into a predicament.

Boost and Sinker are the usual suspects when it comes to those who dare him to do something stupid, but despite all of their hazing, they love their dumb vod.

He's sweet as can be, despite how often he gets himself into shit.

Stretcher

CT-3880, known as Stretcher, is a clone medic for the 327th Star Corps. He earned his name due to a genetic mutation that ended up making him taller than most clones, at about 6 ft. 5 inches.

Personality-wise, he's relatively quiet and has a sort of intense "resting murder face", which can make him kind of intimidating to those who don't really know him when combined with his height and visible strength. The truth of it though, is that he's actually a sweetheart, he just has a hard time when it comes to talking to others who are new to him and can be kinda introverted.

When talking to others he's unfamiliar with, he comes off as direct/a bit deadpan (which is really just him feeling awkward around those unfamiliar to him, and trying his best to not mess up the interaction), but once you get to know him you can see the cracks in that initial demeanor. His fellow troopers of the 327th even know him as a little bit of a worrier when it comes to their well-being, a softy for his brothers.

When he's with them, taking care of them, his expression does actually soften just the teensiest bit while muttering about how they ought to be more careful and try not to get hurt again if it was something small, but that he's glad they're okay.

Aside from that though, he does a good job as a medic for his fellow troopers, and doesn't let his internal awkwardness impede his work in any way.

One notable thing is his friendship with Bly, who's probably one of the few people to get him comfortable enough to behave in a jovial manner, cracking a smile and revealing his dry humor.

No proper reference for him atm, but here is one for his general hairstyle/facial hair

Swindle and Hoodwink

CT-7777, known as Swindle, and CT-7878, known as Hoodwink. These troublesome twins get lumped together because they come as a pair...a pair of bastards, that is. Assigned as troopers to the 327th Star Corps, from their names along, you can guess how they got their names.

These two have been turning tricks since they were cadets on Kamino, making bets and rigging games to get what they want. After leaving Kamino, in their downtime, they found themselves hopping from bars and running scams on natborns and fellow clones alike to rake in credits.

On the surface, they like identical, which isn't a surprise since they're clones, but these two go out of their way to look exactly the same to a tee, with their armor painted with basic markings and their hair kept in standard reg cuts. A smart way to tell the difference between the two though is that Swindle has a gold-colored tooth just on the right side of his top row, while Hoodwink has a gold-colored helix piercing on his right ear of a horseshoe.

Under their armor though, they're pretty tatted up, which is how they express themselves.

Once you get to know the twins though, you can see through the persona that they put up, and they're a lot like night and day.

Hoodwink without Swindle is a little on the quieter, more introverted side, less likely to talk as much without him. He's patient, and a little more likely to be remorseful about tricking someone than his brother, a sweetheart at the end of the day who looks up to his older brother.

Swindle is cocky, full of himself, and gladly presents himself to be an asshole flirt who's ready to trick someone into practically giving their credits to him. Beneath all that though, you have a jaded clone who has a very limited amount of trust in others, who believes that in this galaxy it's solely him and his brother against everyone else.

Especially because he and Hoodwink were the only ones of their original batch that made it off of Kamino.

Those the pair do trust though are limited...they respect Bly enough to listen to him when he's being serious whenever he scolds them for getting in trouble, and they hold Aayla in very high regard because she treats them well.

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I NEED HELP FINDING A CAI BOT PLEASE!!

So, it’s this bot with Jinx where you’re like dating her and enforcers catch you to question you about her and stuff! This is the picture it had (taken from another bot) and the first message is about how they have you and they’re asking you questions while you’re locked in a cell. I don’t remember if it says anything about waiting for Jinx to save you, but I need that bot again desperately I didn’t finish the story😭

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Rambling thoughts on Cait's storyline

I thought about doing like an exhaustive analysis of Cait's story in s2Act1 with like pictures and stuff as example. But then I got lazy. I will try to focus on some short notes.

1.) I don't get the vibe that Cait is being manipulative when she pulls away from Vi's touch. I think she's genuinely torn. I can't quite decide whether she's fighting her rising anti-Zaunite rage or on some level realizes what a mess she is and that going for it with Vi right now would be a bad idea. But I don't think she is angling for anything like that, imo she's just struggling with her own emotions. Sidenote: I think it's worth nothing how it mirrors the face touching that Jayce does to Mel.

2.) However, I totally get manipulative vibes from the whole "Cait sang Vi's praises to the enforcers and then her future team member just shows up at Vi's to tell her this". Like either Cait was setting up Vi to join the force (by giving a speech to the enforcers and threatening them with withdrawing funding) without actually asking Vi and/or she sent the enforcer girl to find Vi and tell her that. I dunno, there's just something odd about Caitlyn's multi-cultural task force just coming together like that.

3.) I complained in regards to Jayce's storyline that he is in multiple storylines that don't feel quite connected. And how he moves from one story to the next makes it seem like he doesn't actually care all that much. If I think about it, Caitlyn and Vi are strictly speaking in multiple stories as well (ie apprehending Jinx, Hextech, Ambessa's schemes). But they are getting the royal treatment. It doesn't feel like they are in distinct storythreads because the show connects them. These stories when they are in them still feel like they are fundamentally about Vi and Cait. Because of that it doesn't feel like they are in multiple stories, it's one big ball of story mud of Caitlyn and Vi. Jinx comments on Vi being sweet on Caitlyn. Mel tells Jayce to check on Caitlyn which gives her a chance to talk about Vi, Ambessa's schemes in regards to Caitlyn are meaningful also in part because they might affect how Vi feels about Cait and how likely they are to reunite.

Notice how when Heimer introduces Ekko and Jayce to each other, he doesn't ask what happened to Viktor? Even though that would make sense for his character and would give Jayce a way to voice his theory on why Viktor left and where he is now?

But it never comes up. Because Jayce, Viktor etc are firmly a B story and a result their fates and feelings don't matter to the other characters as much (and in turn means that the characters themselves feel like they don't care as much, while you can't get very far without having it pointed out to you that Vi matters to Cait and vice versa).

4.) I think the scene between Cait and Vi at the pond is intensely interesting. Because Cait says there's three faces she keeps seeing. her mom, Jinx and Vi. Her mom and Jinx are illustrated with a visual, but Vi isn't.

We don't get shown what Vi looks like in Cait's mind. Maybe we can infer that it's like in the beginning, where her world is in black and white and only Vi is in color.

But why not show us? In her visions of her, is Vi smiling? Being a steady rock? Looking at her with concern?

When she talks about her visions of Cassandra and Jinx, she speaks in detail how those make her feel. But with Vi she doesn't. We just have the tone of her voice to infer, but she does not say.

5.) I think it's very telling why Cait wants Vi to come along. Like there are clear tactical advantages to having a Zaunite guide while fighting in Zaun. Vi points this out and as Sevika points out when talking to the barons. But imo Cait asks Vi to come because she feels herself slipping.

She wants Vi to hold her back. Which from a relationship point of view, is kind of shitty, to pick somebody else and try to make them responsible for you not going evil.

(an interesting wrinkle is that when Caitlyn asks why she is indicating that she is scared if she goes after Jinx "one of them will end up in a box", indicating she doesn't want to kill Jinx, but Vi comes to quickly assure Caitlyn that she would be okay with Cait taking the shot on Jinx)

6.) Imo it's interesting that before they kiss Vi essentially tells Cait that she feels like she has nobody left.

And in the beginning it's like Cait also feels like Vi is the only thing that she has left, the only thing that is real.

When even her father is grey and doesn't feel real to her. Except it's not true. Even if Vi is important to her, Caitlyn has people. She has like three different people other than Vi try to reach out and give her comfort.

And that is on top of just via her position in society she has this whole apparatus behind and under her, the enforcers, the council. While Vi has dead siblings, dead parents, dead foster father (to her knowledge), no status within Zaun's society/nobody who cares what decisions she will make, a sister she considers dead and had a falling out with, no friends it seems left back in Zaun (either she never had any of her absence was too long) and for whatever reason she doesn't consider Ekko to be meaningful (maybe their relationship was just to casual, maybe she thinks he will judge her for working with the enforcers, maybe she is too self-hate-y to think she belongs there).

[lovers-rck]

price on emotion | caitlyn kiramman x vi

okay first of all hi.

okay second of all this fic is inspired by this drawing made by @/XWilson127 on twitter. can't stop thinking about it so yeah.

i lost my ability to write so this kinda sucks

enjoy

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outside its raining. lightning pierces through the curtains into that poorly lit room.

vi lies on the bed. her limbs feel incredibly tense to the point that she wonders if it is possible that her muscles have contracted so much that they can never return to normal. today it was her turn to fight, at first that giant man managed to destabilize her with a punch in her chest, so hard that she lost her breath for a good ten seconds. she thinks she only got air in her lungs back just because she saw that stupid smile of victory in that man's face and she got mad.

but she had won anyway, so she went home with a taste of victory and a bottle of alcohol. loris wasn't in town today to celebrate, so now she was in her rented room, watching how the light was hitting in the empty bottles of alcohol reflecting the color in her wall, like a cheap aurora borealis.

her room is a mess. besides the bottles of alcohol scattered on the floor, vi's room is decorated with clothes everywhere; on the floor, on the door handle, on her bed. from her point of view, she can see the little mark that jinx left on her last visit made with the paint that vi uses for her fights.

jinx has been in and out for a couple months now. last time she showed up when vi was sleeping; when the pink haired girl opened her eyes to hear drawers being rattled, a pair of long blue braids greeted her. vi remembers how her first instinct was to attack her, then jinx insulted her, then left. to this day vi doesn't know how she managed to get into the apartment.

so yeah, jinx has been... there.

before vi can wander further in her thoughts, a knock on the door catches her attention. she thinks maybe it's from the heavy blizzard outside, so she doesn't think much of it; she keeps looking at jinx mark.

a clap of thunder explodes in the sky, vi feels the earth that holds her rumble. she really wishes that loris would be here tonight. he is good company, she thinks; he is quiet, so most of the talking is on vi's part, usually riddled with strange babbling and exaggeratedly pronounced words because of the alcohol.

lately, vi has noticed how the alcohol has worn off; she still can't decide if she likes it or if it scares her. her life has been all about finding options to avoid consciousness for the past few months, from bruises to the cheapest alcohol she could find at the corner store. they work for a couple of weeks, then she is back at the same spot where she started.

another knock on the door comes.

she doesn't consider herself suicidal. she doesn't want to die, for sure, but she is aware of her personality's propensity for not-so-healthy methods. or so she thinks.

it's the third knock on the door that succeeds in calling vi to the surface of her thoughts. she lets out a groan of pain as she gets out of bed, her legs dragging heavily toward the door.

vi thinks maybe it's loris, deploying a sudden apparition that manages to save vi from that boring, lonely rainy night. she also thinks it might be jinx, but jinx isn't polite enough to knock on the door.

instead, a pair of crooked teeths greet her.

"what took you so long? it's raining outside."

her body instinctively slides to the side, leaving the way clear for the slender body to scurry inside quickly. a sea-blue haze pervades the room, and vi feels like she hasn't had a drop of alcohol in years.

"yeah, hello to you too" vi mutters, closing the door.

the noise of the storm leaves the room, but the presence of water makes an appearance; in front of her, caitlyn is soaking wet. the locks of her long hair shed fat drops of water, her uniform turns a darker shade where the drops landed, which becomes tighter and louder with every step she takes, leaving an unobtrusive trail for her craft.

cailtyn's eyebrows furrow. her lips open, but no sound comes from them. vi sits on the bed, her eyes match those of the blue-haired woman; it's been two weeks.

for the past few months an unorthodox routine has been going on in those four walls that vi calls home. she doesn't remember when it started, or how it became so recurrent, but when the nights became lonely and boring, she would catch herself waiting for a knock on the door.

or at least that was two weeks ago, when caitlyn showed signs of life.

"so, you came back from the dead" vi says, her legs manspreading

caitlyn purses her lips "i was busy"

"yeah, i can tell"

"things got... complicated" her hair sheds droplets of water; vi follows the path of one with her eyes, who descends caitlyn's long torso.

vi's eyes reconnect with caitlyn's as the droplet disappears "you don't owe me explanations" vi murmurs

vi can't figure out where in the recesses of her being such hostility comes from, she feels a little stupid about it, but she can't help it. two fucking weeks.

caitlyn's eyes transform, they become harder, less bright, emptier. "you are right. i dont owe you nothing" she says, her strong accent punctuating every word.

the atmosphere feels tense. the thunder continues to make a presentation in the sky, which lights up with each flash of lightning, small rays of light among so much darkness.

"so" vi says "what brings you here?"

vi knows, and caitlyn knows that vi knows. she knows why caitlyn is there, that night, when a thunderstorm is practically tearing the city apart. she could be anywhere, but there she is, in vi's disgusting room, which smells like alcohol and something that she cannot decipher.

caitlyn's furtive visits happen on random days of the week, sometimes in her civilian clothes, sometimes in her enforcer's clothes; usually at night time, when the streets of zaun lie uninhabited, where any sound could be mistaken for the rushing wind.

vi can recite this nightly routine as if it were the anthem: caitlyn shows up at her door with an excuse of being in the middle of an investigation, vi says she doesn't know anything about it, they argue, and then they fuck.

sometimes vi thinks caitlyn's lie isn't necessary, but she can't help but feel that it adds a more interesting twist to the whole thing.

"i heard that jinx has been around lately" caitlyn says, and vi smiles.

well, she hasn't used that one in a while. it's fair.

"mhm" vi says "so that is all it takes for you to come back. jinx."

"i already told you. things has been busy."

"no, i know" vi says "since deciding which fancy restaurant to go eat at every night must be complicated" she knows that she's been a little bit to hard on her, but she can't help to care.

caitlyn lets out a snort. everything she's saying is true, or at least partially true.

normally, caitlyn's secret, spontaneous visits occurred once a week, twice a week if she was feeling lucky, but those last two weeks luck was not something that characterized them. the weight of the power that her own family name inherited from her had been stealing overtime from caitlyn's life, and she had been feeling a little bit of a struggle to take care of it. sometimes caitlyn felt as if her last name was something tangible, a solid object she had to carry all day, every day, for the rest of eternity.

but her words aren't sincere enough to tell vi is that during these weeks apart, caitlyn has been searching for vi's essence in other women.

things were never easy between them. somehow, something always got left unsaid in between them, pricking like a thorn in the prettiest rose in the whole garden, pressing the skin against the thorn to see how long it can last before you hurt yourself.

she knows. she knows all of this is pointless, she knows that sex isn't enough with vi, that somehow nothing is enough with her lately. these last weeks, she found herself daydreaming about the curvature of her nose, the ink on her cheek, the scar on her lips.

but she can't afford that. even coming from a wealthy family, caitlyn can't afford the luxury of feelings, nothing there seems to have a price for her to get it, so the closest thing she can get is the sex.

and she knows that it may be selfish, but if that is the only thing she can get from vi, she will take it.

"i don't care if you don't believe me" caitlyn says "i dont know why i even bother to tell you".

her words sound harsh, her thick accent stands out.

when vi stands up, a few inches separate them. the only source of light from a dim lamp on the makeshift bedside table illuminates caitlyn's features, a dance of light and shadow reflected on her face. vi thinks that maybe the way her face is illuminated is her favorite aurora borealis.

vi's fingertips gently brush the seam of caitlyn's skirt, wrapping the fabric around her finger and causing a slight tug. she can see caitlyn's chest rise and fall.

"what are you really here for, cupcake?"

and that is all it takes.

vi still has her fight makeup on; the black shadow is scattered across her eyelids, there are spots where the shadow has patched and left large uneven chunks. she has a band-aid over her eyebrow and the artificially dyed hair lie messily across her face, but still, underneath all that, it doesn't stop her from seeing the moment when caitlyn leaves her performance and launches into her touch.

everything feels desperate. their lips fight fiercely in an intense kiss, the sound of saliva and wet lips floods the room that was once tamed by the rain outside. vi's hands clutch at caitlyn's jaw, who allows herself to be manipulated with pleasure.

none of it is tender; it's carnal. bot of them are aware of the sound of spit and heaving breaths heard in the room, but none of them seem to care enough to stop. two weeks.

caitlyn's slender, nimble fingers drop vi's leather jacket to the floor, which falls with a thud. her fingertips touch every inch of accessible skin with desperation, trying to memorize every detail, every texture of her physiognomy, to absorb every reaction of her body and then repeat the action and get the same results. the blue-haired woman's hands slip down vi's shirt until they find her breasts, where she squeezes and rubs, pinches and plays.

she loves vi's body. maybe it's superficial, but the way her muscles contract and her skin lies so tight is something that caitlyn could swear changes her brain chemistry.

she can feel how vi drags her toward the bed with steps too clumsy that they are both surprised when their bodies collide against the soft mattress and not the cold floor. caitlyn falls on top of vi, but quickly vi goes on top, leaving caitlyn's long body under her power. vi's hands navigate the full expanse of skin, her fingers sliding the fabric of caitlyn's skirt toward her hips, leaving the flesh of her thighs exposed.

vi's lips leave caitlyn's for a new adventure that begins at her neck. vi sucks and bites lightly like a famished animal, she can feel the taste of rain on caitlyn's skin, who lets out muffled moans.

she can feel vi's fingers squeezing the flesh of her inner thighs. the touch is hard and ecstatic, and both can predict the marks that will appear in the not-too-distant future. their fingers entwine in vi's hair, who whimpers as she is tugged with pleasure.

she has missed this. no one has ever treated her, or well, fuck her, like vi does. she likes that she doesn't feel the necessity of being in control with her, that she can lay down and vi will make her feel good no matter what. with vi, everything flows.

when other women got to touch caitly's body, she often found herself being overly calculating, the need to be in control of the situation overtaking her in a way where enjoyment was the last thing on the list, focused on displaying that performance for an imaginary audience.

last week, caitlyn found herself in a brothel. when the girl was eating her out, caitlyn couldn't force herself to enjoy the moment, so when she faked an orgasm and went home, she vowed never to return.

with vi, caitlyn is stripped of this obsessive need for control.

a flash of lightning illuminates the room. vi can see the desire in cait's eyes.

sometimes vi feels like it's all meaningless; too many nights have passed where the alcohol doesn't work as intended and her mind navigates the sea of worries that inhabit her being, convincing herself that the next time caitlyn shows up at her door, vi won't open it, that she will stop satisfying the needs of a piltover enforcer who only comes to her aid when the nights seem endless and sleep is not present, when frustration and the desire to ignore the exaggerated power she possesses suddenly invades her, guiding her blindly to that dark and lonely room. vi thinks that this is the only way she can break the cycle in half.

but then, for a fraction of a millisecond, she sees that familiar look in caitlyn's eyes and vi knows that her desire has betrayed her once again.

and she hates it. she hates that when all of the sex is over, she goes back to the same place where she started; drunk, beaten and missing a warmth that doesn't belong to her. there have been multiple nights when caitlyn's face where the only thing she could see, where every tone of midnight blue sent shocks through her whole body reminding her that she is alive, and alone.

but she'd rather have a little bit of caitlyn than none of her.

one night, after vi won a fight against a fucking monster -that's what she called him-, she went to a bar with loris, with the excuse that she deserved a good drink after she was about to be beaten to death. the night went well, loris bought her a drink and they talked about the next rounds, training, among other things, but when vi turned to look at loris, a flash of blue eyes caught her attention.

her ears were deafened and loris' words were forgotten. vi could have sworn she felt her heart stop for a few seconds, her skin drained of any trace of color and a bead of cold sweat ran down her spine, paralyzing her completely in a pigsty in the depths of zaun.

it wasn't many seconds before that woman turned around and her identity was revealed; it wasn't her. of course. she took a shot after that, and ended up throwing up on some random people's porch on the way back home, with loris by her side.

but that doesn't matter at the moment, not when vi's fingers slip inside caitlyn's underwear, the fabric of the skirt covering up that indecent act taking place in the privacy of four walls.

she didn't tell violet that these last two weeks she's been away she touched herself imagining that her fingers were vi's. or that she put a handful of pillows down imagining that it was vi beside her and not her usual solitude.

she wasn't allowed to say that.

vi straightens up. look at that view; the way cait is spreading her legs, the way her hips chase vi's touch, how her eyebrows furrow and her lips search for air. caitlyn's hands tug vi's t-shirt hard enough for vi to get the message. she pulls it off and tosses it to the floor, revealing her breasts to cait, who is already drooling.

they usually don't talk when they have sex, the only things that are uttered aloud are directions, like faster or louder, or some insult when vi pushes cait too hard when she is overstimulated.

the lack of talking is not because they don't care about each other, but because they have learned each other's bodies in such a way that they don't need words. a language so intimate that there are only two speakers in the whole world.

the bleached locks fall over her face in a perfectly messy way that caitlyn doesn't know whether to run them off or leave them there for her enjoyment, but before she can even decide, vi leans over and drops a trickle of saliva toward caitlyn's pussy.

caitlyn stifles a moan, her body getting used to the change in temperature. she feels vi's saliva running down her folds.

all of it it's so nasty, but she likes it.

vi's fingers quickly unbutton her pants, revealing the strap clinging to her pelvis. caitlyn wants to roll her eyes at that.

then she thinks if she is seeing someone else.

the head of the fake penis rubs against caitlyn's entrance. vi takes the length of it and moves it up and down, spreading that whitish liquid and sending shudders through the blue-haired woman's body.

vi feels mesmerized. the wet noises make her go crazy, the way caitlyn moves her hips in desperation, her lips letting out low moans. her fingers attack her clitoris, massaging that bundle of nerves as if all the time in the world belonged to her.

she knows she can make cait feel good, and that fills her with an explosion of power that vi feels drunk.

a thunderclap explodes outside, the earth beneath the floor that holds them trembles. the whole world belongs to them.

the light in the room is not bright enough to reveal how much they have missed each other.

another thunderclap.

caitlyn loves being teased by vi, but it's been two fucking weeks, and she can't wait anymore longer.

so when vi pulls out the strap, caitlyn pulls on vi's arm until her back hits the mattress and she's positioned on top of her body, her thighs on either side of vi's legs, who lies mesmerized by the sight.

her uniform is still on as if nothing has happened, the fabric of her skirt bunched up over her hips, a wet mark revealed in her underwear where vi touched her.

vi rests her weight on one of her arms, her torso is leaning back slightly, her other hand holds caitlyn's bare thigh.

"do you need help?" vi says. she feels like she hasn't used her voice in a million times. her throat itches.

caitlyn shakes her head. her hands seek support on vi's broad shoulders, which lend themselves without complaint. her body lifts a little, vi can see her chew her lower lip hard, and before sinking into the strap, caitlyn pulls her underwear to the side.

vi thinks that was the hottest thing ever. she also thinks she can cum with just that.

when caitlyn feels the base of the strap touch her skin, she lets out a sigh. she never tried this position with vi before, or with any other women. she feels full. somehow, her throat feels full, as if a million moans made themselves at home in her throat, and that at the slightest movement of her hips they'll all come rushing out.

she goes up, and then down. she does this a few times before she can get used to. her hands never leave vi's shoulders, squeezing the tanned skin tightly as the strap hits some sensitive part inside her. quickly, caitlyn's rhythm increases, who dances her hips faster and harder.

the sound of skin colliding is as dirty as it is addictive. vi lets out slight moans, not just from the sight, but because csitlyn's thrusts cause the base of the strap to rub against her clit, making her see stars.

vi's lips find their home again on caitlyn's neck, who facilitates access. everything feels hot. the redhead's skin burns, her neck carries a flush that extends into her cleavage, a path vi has traversed countless times. the pace only increases with each second, caitlyn's hips become unruly, the movements more awkward and faster. vi tilts her hips up, and the sound caitlyn makes is one she's never heard before.

she does this a couple of times before caitlyn starts to shake. vi's lips come up, capturing caitlyn's in a wet kiss, caitlyn fucks herself into vi while her mouth is getting fucked the same way by vi's tongue, who shamelessly assaults caitlyn's mouth.

more than a kiss it might seem like an attempt to shut the other up mutually, the guttural moans die on the other's tongue, vibrating at the movement of the onslaught. vi's hand travels from caitlyn's throat, caressing every inch of her body, squeezing the flesh of her hips and thighs, until it reaches her clitoris, where it presses.

she can't kiss caitlyn no more. she can't keep her mouth shut, her legs tremble and vi knows she's on the verge of an explosion. her moans sound more like whimpers, jumping on vi again and again.

"violet" cailtyn moans, her voice is shaky and high-pitched.

her pleasure is so great that it drugs her. caitlyn feels the need to vomit all her feelings to vi, to tell her that she really is the woman she imagined every time another girl touched her, that when she closes her eyes her scar on her lip is the only thing she can see, that her heart constantly seeks her warmth.

but she can't do it, so when she climaxes and the orgasm passes, she rises from vi's lap, her legs shaky and sticky

"let me know if you hear from Jinx."

and she's gone.

[ac1dmeow]

OMGGG I wish i could have found this during Halloween

Jinx💙🩷

tell me how she actually looks good here i need to hear that raspy voice whisper spanish in my ear 😩 i’m biased tho bc her in a suit is a lowkey fantasy of mine liekkkk hello????

don’t bother using cai bc she can’t pronounce properly for shit 😒

[achilleesheelz]

TUMBLR SHADOW BANNED MY ARCANE BOT RELEASE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RN?!

[thewistlingbadger]

I'm loving the parallels between VI/Jinx and Viktor/Jayce, Silco/Jinx and Cai/Ambessa

[showmeyourmonny]

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] My muse takes your muse’s hand and slow dances with them.

TW: Violência, morte.

Haviam acabado com todos eles.

O cenário era caótico e cheirava à álcool, charuto e enxofre. As mesas de jogo estavam viradas e no ar haviam voado fichas e cartas de baralho enquanto os sons de briga ecoavam pelo ambiente. Havia sido rápido, e enquanto o acerto de contas acontecia, uma música tocava no velho rádio dentro da casa de apostas. Um riso divertido deixou os lábios de Mammon ao largar o último dos arruaceiros no chão sujo, pegando-lhe a carteira mais por força do hábito que por necessidade. Eles haviam arranjado problemas para o Sortilégio ao tentarem organizar um roubo. Era até engraçado como pensaram que poderiam realizar tal façanha num dos lugares mais bem protegidos de Arcanum. Jinx havia ido consigo então os dois haviam conseguido se divertir muito embrenhando-se entre eles e dando prejuízo para a casa de apostas antes que uma briga generalizada terminasse com todos eles no chão. A música lenta iniciou morosa e arrastada, mas o ritmo não era ruim, pensou, quase no mesmo instante em que sua fiel escudeira puxou sua mão, lhe tirando um raro sorriso sincero ao lhe trazer para dançar. Jinx não era somente sua parceira em negócios, mas também o que os humanos chamavam de 'amiga'. Houve uma identificação mútua de criaturas que nunca se encaixaram em lugar nenhum, e sob isso um grande império que nunca os repreenderiam por serem quem eram, além de uma fonte inesgotável de entretenimento. Envolveu os braços em torno da mulher e iniciou um balanço lento, trazendo a cabeça feminina para descansar em seu peito. "Ah, Jinx, querida, a destruição lhe cai tão bem..." Observou com um sorriso cúmplice, cantando um trecho da música enquanto ao fundo, um dos pobres diabos que enfrentaram a dupla gemia de dor.

[guardianasdelrpg]

Y busco también alguna chica interesa en alguna trama romántica con tintes de amor/odio al inicio. Si te interesa deja tu Discord.// Me vais a perdonar, pero esa idea en concreto siempre me recuerda el infame Kazama (o como se escriba) / Pues dejame decirte que podria ser él, pues yo no hace mucho cai en un ask anon ofreciendole rol a ese anon, y resultaba ser Kasama con otro de sus tantos discord, tengo capturas de la charla que tuvimos y aun que intente no pensar que era el al final cuando se registro en el foro, pues, si era el a si que lo mande bien alv en discord y lo bloquee

Yo no sé como le reconocéis tan rápido xD

✶✯╰☆╮ ︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤── ☠ ~ JINX ~ ☠

[loycos]

i already bitched and moaned about this on twitter, but now i have more than 280 characters to rile about it. so... 

I’ve been seeing this take from so many users on twitter, most of them with tons of likes and reblogs. these are the first ones that came in my search, but this headcanon’s been floating for a while now.

youre all wrong.

ok ok, everyone’s entitled to their own opinions and headcanons. BUT. you’re wrong. this is not how jealousy works.

before i womansplain what jealousy in relationships means, lemme start with this. we only see 2 clear examples of characters being jealous over their loved one in Arcane: Jinx and Silco. Jinx clearly picked some of this up from Silco, but the whole “Caitlyn grew up as an only child! she can’t share LOL” is a weird claim to make when Powder grew up with 2 brothers and a sister and they basically had nothing, yet she’s the most jealous character on the show. but OK, let’s say this part of Powder only came from Silco’s influence (it didn’t, as I’ll explain later) and she grew up as an “only child” under a “”rich crime lord””. whatever. next.

Jealousy, when it comes to jealousy in relation to people and relationships, does NOT come from a place of “sharing”. what you’re thinking of is people being possessive over food or toys or whatever else kids learn to share in kindergarten. most people who are jealous in relationships do not think of their partner as actual belongings. well, very few do, but do you REALLY think Caitlyn see Vi as a possession..? she never showed any sort of materialism and is very open in her distain to this particular part of Piltover’s culture. she’s not you’re average rich kid. So if she was the jealous type, she’d be of the second kind.

the second, much more common form of jealousy in relationships stems from people’s own insecurities. the scenario that they have in their head goes something like this “if my loved one met someone else, better than me, they’d realize they have no reason to stay with me”. this is very much a problem that people with lack of self confidence, or trust issues, have. Does Caitlyn struck you as ever having any of those issues before?

Caitlyn is self confident, even when she’s in an unfamiliar environment (look at her in Stillwater, in the undercity. she’s nervous, but still sure of herself and her abilities). She isn’t afraid to be vulnerable (she really said ‘what about us?’ while Vi was walking away, literally putting her heart on the line admitting that she feels something deeper, as Vi was rejecting her!!), which to me points to the fact she doesn't have trust issues. for a point of reference, look at how many walls Vi has around her. for Caitlyn, it makes sense, she grew up in a stable household with parents that love her and support her (they arent perfect but still) and she didnt have to watch her family die twice. which leads us to

Powder, Jinx whatever stage of her life she’s in- always had self worth issues. she kept comparing herself to her much more capable siblings as a kid, which resulted in a meltdown and the eventual killing of her family. as Jinx, she’s nowhere near over that, fearing Silco would abandon her if she doesn’t prove herself to him, thinking Vi will leave her the moment she breathes in the direction of another human being. those issues aren’t there because she was raised as “silco’s spoiled little only child”, they were there from her times with her old family and they only got worse under his influence.

Jealousy isn’t just “oh this person flirted with my partner! >:( me no like!” it’s often people who won’t let their partner hang out with other people. Would guilt trip their partner for prioritizing spending time with people who aren’t them, like family and friends. demand their partner full attention at all times. Jealousy isn’t Cute, its legitimately a toxic behavior. We saw Caitlyn let Vi go, twice. she is not the type to jealously insert herself into Vi’s life and her relationships with other people. Caitlyn to me feels like the type of person to support Vi having people in her life that aren’t herself. She wants to see Vi flourish and heal. I honestly think she’d feel proud if someone started flirting with Vi, cause she knows her girlfriend is hot. why would she feel bad about it? why wouldn't she trust Vi to stay loyal to her?

So like, unless you think Caitlyn isn’t self confident, or that she literally sees Vi as a possession, that headcanon doesn't make any sense. or worse, it’s very shallowly attributes characteristics based on a stereotype that Caitlyn very much tries to break out of for her entire life.

[espritdediamant]

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