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My Fav Thing About Each Jhin Splash

Base: The "camera" being at eye level serving to remind the viewer of Jhin's humanity while we look at the reflection through his own eyes. Notice how the smoke in the bottom right corner has butterflies in it while the reflection doesn't? Beautiful, terrifying.

High Noon: The intensity of the setting denoted by the tolling bell & disturbed dust particles contrasted by the elegance & focus in his posture — his expertise is on full display.

Blood Moon: The storytelling; specifically in how the smoke trail from Whisper indicates he'd just turned around & started disassembling after firing through the scenery.

PROJECT: The motion; A terrifying sense of resolve is present as he moves toward the "camera", presumably after taking down the vehicle to the left, all while twirling his gun in classic Jhin fashion.

Dark Cosmic: The eerie yet serene sense of confidence & wonder in his pose as he looks on at the planet crumbling within his grasp. It really conveys an undeniable sense of incomprehensible, otherworldly power.

Shan Hai Scrolls: The smoke & traps releasing from the painting in the background. Makes an already intense scene feel all the more terrifying as Jhin leaves his scroll.

Empyrean: The expressiveness of the pose being the focus even as eye-catching chaos consumes the background; he looks driven & enthusiastic — I'm so happy for him!

Soul Fighter: The way your eye is drawn to his mask despite Whisper being front & center. It serves as a wonderful representation of the weapon only being as powerful as its wielder, and he certainly does give off an irrefutable air of power here~

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The commission had been accepted–each signature sealed in wax and ruin upon the bedside table, staring at him from its perch with unseen, hideous eyes that burned like flames engulfing a funeral pyre. His stage was set; and yet, even with a show on the horizon, Jhin sat uninspired, mind wandering to bittersweet lamentations as he meticulously polished the pieces of his golden armor.

Today's cogitation was of the audience;; namely the widespread monotony they forced him to witness day in and day out as they putter about in their useless existences. It was utterly droll.

This is a crowd who willfully deafens themselves to his orchestrations so they may listen only to ballads of learned helplessness composed by tone-deaf sirens. Just how long will they persist expecting others to furnish the glass houses they mindlessly elect to throw stones in, anyway?

Jhin huffed, placing freshly polished footwear beside the gnarled oaken nightstand. Disgust washed over him as he meandered to the singular window present in the room where he witnessed the morning bustle of the sunlit Ionian village;; so many actions and thoughts taking place all over his stage, yet none so much as hinted at being a workable narrative or set piece. No matter from which angle he'd observe, they all remain as rats believing themselves hopelessly trapped in cages that'd never been locked in the first place.

Once, it was quite enjoyable to prod at this insecurity they so tenaciously brandished in order to shield themselves from the beautiful, inevitable tragedies of reality. Oh, how amusing it was to watch their faces fill with fear at the mere spectacle of unbiased truths booming & bleeding amidst his stage. Alas, gone are the days of such novel simplicity;; he'd risen so far above it as he honed his craft that any applause gained felt painfully hollow.

On one hand he took great pride in his innovative methods of memorandum, for it made it irrefutably obvious just how brilliant he was in contrast to the world at large — truly one-of-a-kind! On the other hand, though, it was mind numbing to navigate a world in which people strut about thinking themselves deserving of being handed everything on a silver platter for simply existing through the events that make them whom they are. The audacity these failures must contain to reject his thought-provoking narratives!

It was then that it struck him:: flashes of a composition reminiscent of resplendent revelry upon the backdrop of a blood-red sky. Flourishes of gold dance about the scene on a village plagued with drought as the viewer's eyes are drawn toward the presence from which the radiance emanates, evoking a sense of wonder as it grace the lands below with glittering rains. Title:: "Merriment, Monody".

The stage would take some time to set appropriately, though he was certainly blessed to have everything he needed within his grasp. This week was shaping up to be far more entertaining than he'd originally thought.

Jhin gazed out the lone window once again with renewed zeal, "Now, where shall I begin preparations?"

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“ Jhin! Jhin! Look what I can do! “

she’s holding her breath, cheeks puffed out; a popping sound ensues. her right eyeball dangles from the socket.

— @rairb

"My!" Jhin exclaimed as he brought his hand to the lips of his mask in a facetious display of shock, amused by Briar's unprompted presentation. "I feel compelled to warn you, little rose: if you carry that expression for too long, it'll remain frozen as such...."

He bent over slightly, masked visage hovering a few inches away from her dangling oculus before widening his visible eye into a false, exaggerated expression of concern, "....and you wouldn't want to look like me now would you?"

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" the fucker deserved it. "

Jhin simply rolled his eyes at the colorful commentary. "How very banal." he responded, now turning to face the gilded woman. It was quite a shame the mouth of a barbarian reside upon an otherwise elegantly assembled presence; any stage potential she had, ruined at the hands of a diction reminiscent of a raging sandstorm. He took but a moment to lament the scene before continuing, disappointment palpable in his voice. "Such a brilliant finale deserves to be extolled, yet here you sit in the front row with naught but a pointless platitude."

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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💭 + regrets

If you were to ask Jhin about his regrets directly, I believe he'd find it quaint, as he understands that there're emotional connections assumed between a man & said regrets. He, though, is a man driven only by his values, as such, the only logical subjects of regret are those that'd cause a disruption in that specific regard. He may tell you of a scenario in which he'd an idea to improve the composition of a piece only after finalizing it (much to his frustration), or perhaps the situation that landed him in prison for 16 years before he'd been released. He'd regret that he got caught; that it put a stop to his art for that time.

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💭 + life plans

I can answer this using some in-game quotes! "Until they stop me, I will keep going." Jhin is fully committed to his performance, and I believe he intends to stick with it until literally forced to stop, whether that happens by being placed in prison (again) or killed. "There is nothing for me but this." This is a man so deep into his skewed understanding of the world that it's the only truth he intends to entertain; the only truth that is and always will be logical in his eyes. He's aware of the alleged 'good' things life has to offer, however, since he doesn't have the ability to "feel" from any of them, they serve him no purpose, thus are not a factor in moving forward with his life at any point. To put it simply: A man predisposed to solely non-emotional, intellectualized thinking patterns will tend to have little reason to plan for a future. It's illogical; a waste of time when he's living in the present now and has the ability to simply get what he wants the moment he wants it. He chases what makes him feel like he has a purpose - his art and any would-be inspiration; then, he works with it as he sees fit. Rinse, repeat. That said, I don't think he's someone completely closed off to the concept of change - it's just that there's nothing and/or no one out there who is capable of making it worth his while. At this point in his life, it's more than likely an impossible task.

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I still cannot get over Soul Fighter Jhin; he looks so uniquely elegant & charming in modern-style fashion. { ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵗ ʰᶦᵐ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ & ᵗᵉˡˡ ʰᶦᵐ ʰᵒʷ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢᵏᶦⁿ ˡᶦⁿᵉ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵇʰ}

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"I wonder what they think when they see me...." Jhin ponders listlessly, mask in-hand. He'd been watching the myriad sheep scramble about their lives on the farmsteads below as news of his latest performance encroached upon their ever-oblivious ears - ̷c̷a̷̷l̷̷m̷ ̷b̷̷e̷̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷o̷̷r̷̷m̷. The abandoned tower loft upon which he'd made a temporary place of respite gave a perfect view of the quaint resource-heavy land, yet where most would see idealistic living, he saw filth; a hopeless territory filled to the brim with mindless fools who serve only as pawns for entities or ideas that ultimately bear no meaning. Groveling on repeat to sate selfish complacency in lieu of seeing reality for what it truly is. So, what would they think? Nothing important - they never do, they're incapable of using their egos for anything but flimsy shields from the inevitabilities of life. Where their well-beings & thought processes are dictated by whomever they deem shepherd, he sat separated, ̷e̷̷n̷̷l̷̷i̷̷g̷̷h̷̷t̷̷e̷̷n̷̷e̷̷d̷. Being born to a higher cause invisible to most was certainly a reward in itself, though the caveat was a gnawing exhaustion that simply couldn't be swayed some days. Regardless, the hurricane need not step aside when it meets the coast. This countryside was soon to be brought to ̷t̷̷r̷a̷̷n̷̷s̷̷c̷̷e̷̷n̷̷d̷̷e̷̷n̷̷c̷̷e̷ betwixt a blessed, booming blizzard. All will be made beautiful, then he may look upon this land not with disdain but a̷̷m̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷-̷p̷̷r̷̷o̷̷p̷̷r̷̷e̷. Smile in place, resolve embraced, anxiety paralyzes, "....and now, the curtain rises."

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I wanted to animate this at least a bit better, but I don't have a proper program - so just take this; I'm sure y'all get the vision. Another beautiful rendition of my Jhin & @tealbeats' Ezreal.

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You live a better life when you just accept that your comfort character fucking sucks and there's no sympathetic reason or justification for their shitty behaviour, people are flawed, and you look kinda silly when you break your back to try to excuse your favourite character's cruel decisions.

Your favourite character is a hopeless fuckhead sometimes

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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

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My Jhin & @tealbeats' Ezreal be like:

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Hey are you still obsessed with me?

Jhin's paintbrush clatters to the floor as the obnoxious question passes his ears; he wasn't one to startle easily but this specific brand of shrill audacity was enough to catch him off guard momentarily, "Tch.... who let this vociferous rat in here?" He taps his finger on the table four times as he turns to observe the trifling teal-tinted presence before descending briefly to reclaim his brush. Someone so vertically-challenged should hardly have a voice to reach his ears, yet there his words were, loud as if their bearer had an entire amphitheater watching. Alas, a performer such as this will never be suited to The Virtuoso's stage. "Shoo, rodent, shoo! You're disturbing an artist at work."

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[TEMPERANCE] :chinhands:

{ᵈᵏˢᵃˡʲᵈᶠˢ ʰᶦ ᶠʳᶦᵉᵐᵈ~} "Is he a patient person, or does he tend to act on impulse".... hmmm. I think both traits apply, though it's only because he requires patience to act appropriately on the impulses. In essence, I believe it's an unconscious mechanism that allows a perceived temperance of his inner chaos (the very same chaos he recognizes as compulsive & wrong). A quote that explains my thought process: "The reason we self-sabotage is because it allows us to predict what's going to happen, which in turn gives us the illusion of control." To me, this defines Jhin's inner workings fairly well. He literally has narrative after narrative going in his head and is constantly seeking inspiration for more in order to cope with the monotony of life (see voice line: "Life has no meaning, but your death shall"). It's a loop of endless impulsivity validated by the patience & subsequent perceived success of directing a top-tier performance.

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“ see these wax seals ???? yeah, i earned ALL OF THEM. ” — @rairb

Jhin bends down slightly, taking a closer look at the Noxian-made imagery upon the rigid wax seals situated on Briar's belt. "The designs are.... charmingly archaic — I'm particularly fond of the gold on red color scheme." he strokes his chin briefly before re-straightening his posture. "Shame they're designed by those who care not for the medium they're meant to represent;" he gestures as if to convey a broken heart before lamenting further, "despite being graced with many of my performances, they still insist on taking the beauty in death for granted." He turns on a dime and sighs deeply, back facing toward the pink-ish haired woman before concluding his passion-driven rant, "They treat killing as a sport; it. is. an. art."

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[THE LOVERS] - What do they consider to be the "perfect partner", be it romantic, platonic, alterous, etc.? Is there someone like that in their life?

Jhin doesn't care about other people unless they're useful for his art — as such, I believe the topic of a "perfect partner" means little to him. That said, he may have a desire deep within to be validated & accepted.... as a narcissist would. To expand on that: his art at its core is a power trip as much as it is a cry for attention amidst the void of low self-esteem we can perceive in various media about him. It's a way to "feel" — something he seems to only be capable of when he's carrying out his work. While one could interpret this as a potential way of expressing the emotions you & I are used to, I don't think that's the case. So for example, instead of a scenario like: "He includes {X character} in his art which is his way of expressing {Y emotion} toward them." I believe it's more like: "He includes {X character} in his art, performing (and/or invoking) {Y emotion}, which can then be used for {Z purpose} to garner praise/recognition/fear/etc." This is a man predisposed to having no need for social emotion in the first place, meaning his desires & intentions won't match up with what's "normal", especially given the delusions he hypes himself up on & how they dictate his every move. Essentially, the world is a box filled with props & ideas for Jhin's artwork — those he deems worthy of his stage will be afforded the same "affection" a painter grants his utensils.