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jinxarchive · 6 months
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How about a headcanon that Jinx is the main content development/technical editor and/or famous designer in this universe.
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She is already very famous in this field cuz all popular K/DA, True Damage, and Heartsteel MVs were kinda produced/designed by her.
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Do you see it the way i see?????
This post was written by Jinx stan full of delulu in their head. 이상.
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chaoticvi · 10 months
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Ekko x Jinx + TV tropes requested <3
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embershroud108 · 5 months
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Great underrated detail is the implication here that Jinx has killed enforcers before, and scavenged their equipment.
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koinotame · 5 days
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quick apology fic to xiao for missing his bday </3 which doubles as a character study of xiao and an exploration of how you as the player interact with the self aware characters in self aware au
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it’s been a couple of weeks since you last used him.
or has it only been several days? whether it’s days or years, it all feels like the blink of an eye to him. the flow of time is somewhat of a nebulous concept for someone like him, especially since you first appeared.
it doesn’t matter. however long you take to come back, xiao will wait dutifully for you.
he spends most of his time when you’re not making use of him subjugating threats around liyue and fighting off any unwanted foes. perhaps you’ll come back faster if the area is freer of enemies. you’re kind, after all. you seem much happier when it’s peaceful.
lately, when there’s no demons for him to quell, he’s found himself returning to the same spot on wangshu inn’s upper balcony. it’s the spot you always drop him off at before disappearing. it’s not the place at the top of the inn’s roof he’d pick on his own, though you do sometimes take him up there as well.
you’re not actually there, but if he closes his eyes it almost feels like you are.
his birthday was a couple days ago. as usual, the traveller had suggested he write you a letter. as usual, he wasn’t sure what he could possibly convey to you that you would be happy to receive.
the traveller insisted anything from him would make you happy, but xiao doubts that.
it’s easier when you’re here. it’s easier when you’re here and he can submit himself entirely to you and doesn’t have to think for himself.
he’s been dreaming more lately, particularly of you. he doesn’t know what you look like, and after he wakes up he can never quite remember what you looked like in his dreams.
waking up after dreaming of you is always hard for xiao. it’s shameful how badly he wants to go back to dreaming of doing such mundane things with you, and it’s disgraceful how long it takes him to pick himself back up afterwards.
he wonders if you’d like doing dull things like that with someone like him.
he wonders if he deserves that.
probably not.
he left the letter at the railing of that same—your—spot, along with a serving of his almond tofu (he might not like dreaming, but he hopes your dreams are as sweet as his have been lately), some dream solvent (the traveller had mentioned you seemed to want more) and a small bundle of qixing (you frequently go out of your way to collect it).
you never touch it.
…after a couple days, he decided to move the offering to his room. it stays there, on his windowsill where the sun touches it in a way that reminds him of your warmth, untouched.
it doesn’t matter, he tells himself. he’ll wait for you for as long as you want. even if another thousand years pass before you appear again, he’ll continue his duty and wait.
and then he blinks and suddenly finds himself in front of the adventurer’s guild in the court of fontaine.
another blink and he’s back at wangshu inn, this time heading towards the kitchen. the familiar aura of your possession fills him with a warmth he doesn’t think exists outside of you. he zones out for what feels no longer than a couple seconds, and suddenly there’s thirty servings of almond tofu in front of him.
your mood drops.
dissatisfaction seeps through you and into him. something deep in his gut squirms.
you set a large amount of sweet flowers to boil, then seem to fuss with something he can’t quite see or grasp. smiley yanxiao gives him a curious look, but doesn’t (cannot) comment any further.
in another couple of seconds—your teleportation hardly fazed him when you first started using him, let alone now when he’s so used to your presence—he’s in front of the liyuean general goods store. you buy up the entire stock of milk, and only milk.
your mood hasn’t improved. if anything, you seem even more downcast.
the milk dissipates as soon as it’s been bought, safely held in your near infinite storage.
he’s behind mondstadt’s hotel next, jumping down the railing and towards the local general goods store. again, you buy up all the milk. next you head for the good hunter (is that what it’s called? he thinks that’s what the traveller called it some time ago) and purchase as much of their sugar as you can.
tendrils of something truly unpleasant move upwards and wrap around his neck.
he finds himself in wangshu inn’s kitchen again. barely any of the sweet flowers have been processed, but you take the two packs of sugar anyway. you put him to work immediately.
usually, he finds the process of cooking much to tedious and drawn out. with you, he doesn’t mind.
you seem a bit more satisfied this time, and xiao finds himself ashamed of having made a few more of his specialty dish instead of only regular almond tofu like you’d wanted him to.
while you seem a bit happier now, he still finds himself in front of inazuma’s goods store. again, you buy all the milk. you talk to the restaurant owner up the stairs afterwards. some confusion creeps into him through you, but it doesn’t last long.
he’s in sumeru next. more milk makes its way into your inventory, and you visit the local tavern for good measure, though this time you don’t buy anything at all.
exiting the building, you seem to notice there’s a stove just outside of it and walk over in excitement… and straight into the clay oven.
a sharp pang of panic shoots through him and he jerks backwards. it takes him a second to realise it’s your panic.
immediately, you pull the astrologer from mondstadt out and have her set down her little hydro puppet. you then walk him through it, which does absolutely nothing except soak his clothes.
your panic doesn’t subside.
i’m sorry.
he blinks and finds himself in front of dihua marsh’s statue of the seven, the fire and the tinge it brought with it disappearing in seconds.
it’s rare to be able to make out what you’re actually saying as opposed to just feeling your vague emotions and intentions. are you that worried about him not performing up to standard with this little damage?
he’s yours to use. a little singe like that would never hold him back.
you don’t bother with fontaine.
something like shame curls up his body and makes a home near his ears.
soon after, he’s back at the inn’s kitchen again. yanxiao doesn’t even look in his direction this time as he gets back to work under your guidance, making even more almond tofu. he makes sure to take greater care to avoid displeasing you again.
your mood doesn’t pick up this time, but you seem to have calmed down a little. he’s not sure why (or what use you could possibly have for so much almond tofu), but it’s a small comfort.
part of him wishes he could be there with you properly to comfort you, but he knows better.
he might be your formidable weapon, but that’s all he is. he has no false illusions about his role or purpose to you, no matter how much he wishes he could be the one you turn to for comfort. he isn’t suited to something so delicate. he’s accepted that a long time ago.
your dejection doesn’t retract, even as you move him around a bit more.
then you sit him down at a table at the inn’s terrace and pull out a plate of his specialty.
your presence lingers for a bit, envelops him like a gentle dream, then falls through the cracks of his existence and disappears.
happy birthday, xiao.
he wonders if he deserves this much effort from you for something as inconsequential as his birthday.
probably not.
he hopes he’ll dream of this next.
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hijinks-n-lowjinks · 2 months
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Yuuji, I don’t care what you have to do you DRAG my boy Megumi’s ass out of despair so he can live I will accept nothing less
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xi-xi-chen · 2 months
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Scared to color the other doodles...
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arcanegifs · 1 year
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Wanna join me? Come and play… Hi, Jinx 💣
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haemosexuality · 2 months
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i have a confession to make. i dont really care about any of the topside characters all that much
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corpium · 5 months
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*whispers* I'm finally doing it. I'm writing Harrymort.
Breath shaking and still disillusioned, Harry waits with his wand out, ready for an attack. To his right, bookshelves line the wall. To his left, a fireplace burns, faced by a pair of plush armchairs. Before him, Voldemort sits behind the desk backed by the bay windows. Harry wonders if they’re spelled to be shatterproof. Squints and sees a web of magic engrained into them.
“Come now, Harry,” Voldemort purrs, wand aimed lazily in Harry’s direction. “Let me see you. This room is much too small for hide-and-seek.”
He’s right, Harry realizes. Hiding now would only serve to irritate him. So Harry, back to the door, ends the charm. Voldemort watches hungrily as it ripples off him, red eyes taking in his gray forearm and the dried, bloody runes peeking out from under Harry’s torn robe sleeves. His gaze climbs upward to linger on Harry’s ragged, mottled throat, making Harry’s tender skin prickle with awareness. His carotid twinges painfully with his heartbeat.
“Come to kill me again, Harry?” Voldemort murmurs. Only after he says it do his inhuman eyes slide up to meet Harry’s.
“Would it stick this time?” Harry asks, equally quiet.
“No.” Voldemort narrows his eyes at him. “Shall I kill you instead?”
“Do you think it would work?” Harry asks. He knows, deep in his bones, in the connection that still pulses with the life of the yew tree, that it wouldn’t. Doesn’t want to think about what that means for his future. 
Voldemort’s eyes drop to his neck once again. “I suspect it would be a useless endeavor…. You are, it would seem, already dead.”
Satisfaction, fully his own this time, tugs at Harry’s lips. “Only a little,” he says.
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OR: Harry is the Power He Knows Not, and Voldemort wants.
OR: It's been almost 9 years since I wrote that one steter fic and I am still enamored with the idea of hungry, magical trees and there's a FORBIDDEN FOREST RIGHT THERE HELLOOOO???
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For once in my fanfiction "career" I'm actually writing the fic in its entirety before I post it. And look, it only took 35k for these two yahoos to have a conversation without attempting to murder each other! Amazing. I'm so proud.
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frenchublog · 2 years
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Arcane 💜
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mememan93 · 2 months
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This game was made for me specifically. I'm the one fan of fantasy life
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coolnonsenseworld · 10 months
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I wanted to say that outside of semantics and divisions - I am simply happy to find communities that welcome with kindness - that welcome you by a good heart and not the ability to conform. I am happy for the opportunity to be surrounded by people who care. It's a funny world we live in - making the same mistakes over and over, multiplying the same suffering by billions. I don't think I hope for an utopia anymore, I don't think such a thing exists - but you can't call me hopeless either. And that's what matters.
As a side note - this piece is set in DanceAU, which might be better known to Patrons so far, but still it was the best and most fitting option for this occasion..... also there are 12 DanceAU pieces incoming, because I might be making another calendar so. get familiar with these mutts
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lavenderjewels · 10 months
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JJK 227 Spoilers
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i love how seeing how much faith she has in gojo. not even breaking a sweat. coupled with her cursed energy/medical knowledge, her commentary felt so reassuring compared to the stress of the other characters
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sunshinediaz · 3 months
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tease tidbit tuesday 🫧
hi friends, i'm procrastinating doing my fema courses in favor of watching season 4 <3 have a lil bit of eddie vs the hoa
It’s just—Buck is big and it kind of drives Eddie a little crazy.  Like? God, okay. He’s a little stupid over it. You’ll have to forgive him.  He is so big, right, larger than Eddie and Eddie isn’t a small guy. He’s filled out since finishing his probationary year, settling in his career and getting comfortable in the life he chose for himself and Chris. He’s more functional muscle than big gains; his stomach’s soft, protected by a sweet layer of fat, but his core’s solid and his arms are twice the size they used to be when he was twenty-seven.  See? He isn’t small.  But, like, Buck’s just bigger, wider and broader and thicker, and there’s something so delicious about having somebody that large at his mercy, at his every beck and call. Buck has this quality about him, no matter his size, like he’s always ready to drop to his knees and let himself be taken care of, and it has Eddie’s head buzzing in a way that most definitely isn’t from the beer. 
tagged by @wikiangela, @jeeyuns, @devirnis, @disasterbuckdiaz, and @daffi-990 <3
tagging @spagheddiediaz, @puppyboybuckley, @evanbegins, @honestlydarkprincess, @exhuastedpigeon, @thewolvesof1998, @theotherbuckley, and @monsterrae1 if any of you wanna share!
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xi-xi-chen · 4 months
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Had some practice with background for once. The second photo is referenced from Victoria Joh the Three Wise Monkeys, I found it in pinterest and only used it as a means for practice! It is not mine!
Anyways, besides that, I'm basically just testing out the tools on the app I use for drawing.
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zemoiii · 2 months
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