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Arcane Incorrect Quotes #51
Jinx: *pulls out a candy bar*
Silco: That's not breakfast.
Jinx: It is if I eat it first thing in the morning.
Arcane Incorrect Quote #52
Vi: What are all these dead bodies doing here?!
Jinx: Honestly, not much.
Arcane Incorrect Quote #54
Vi: Powder, get that hideous thing out of the house, would you?
Jinx: Cait, Vi wants you to get out of the house!
Arcane Incorrect Quote #55
Jinx: Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!
Caitlyn: But I'm a vegan.
Jinx: Wakey wakey, vegetables and sadness.
helloo saw that you’re taking request so, would you mind writing jinx x introverted reader headcanons?
Also hope you’re having a nice day !!
Awe heck yeah, definitely! My day's been good so far, I hope yours has been good too :)
Jinx x Introverted Reader Headcanons
For starters, Jinx really enjoys talking to people. She has to talk to people, it's kinda her thing.
You, on the other hand, prefer being alone. You don't really like it when random people come up to you while you're enjoying your personal space.
So, when you run into Jinx in the streets of the Undercity, she takes the initiative to strike up a conversation with you and you have no idea how to feel.
On one hand, she's invaded your space. You walked into this alley for the mere purpose of being alone and now that point is kind of useless.
On the other hand, she's cute, pretty, and you'd often be judged for thinking such ways about who's deemed as a psychotic criminal, a loose cannon, but you can't exactly hate her, can you?
"Hey. Heeeey. You there, toots?" she calls to you, whose mind is still wandering somewhere else.
You look to her and nod wordlessly, signaling her to continue.
"What're you doing all alone? Don't you have things to do with your day?"
"Not really. I just prefer to keep to myself most of the time, that's all."
"Hmm. Well," she thinks, slowly stepping closer, "you wouldn't mind if I sat here, right?"
You think for a moment, but before you can answer, she's already sitting in front of you with her legs crossed.
She talks to you a lot, going on multiple tangents about all the crimes she's committed adventures she's been on. You don't talk too much, not at all if we're being honest, but you listen to every single word.
As she goes on, you slowly begin to lose focus, watching her eyes light up whenever she tells you about an accomplishment that she's proud of. Her voice is raspy, yet so fun to listen to. She smiles so frequently throughout the "conversation" that you've probably smiled a few times as well.
It almost hurts to see her walk away after a while; no, it does hurt. It really hurts.
You hope you'll stumble across each other again soon, and maybe, just maybe, you'll share a few things about yourself with her, too.
Do you have any sick Jinx headcanons??
Idk if you mean for when Jinx is sick or if the reader is sick so I'll do both :)
When Jinx is Sick:
Delirious, VERY delirious
A lot of hallucinations, like more than usual
Photosensitive me too bestie
She'll ask you to stay with her while she rests
Asks for a lot of pillows too
Keeps refusing to stay hydrated and take medicine (she eventually does though after you insist over and over)
She tosses and turns a lot when trying to sleep, moaning in pain here and there and mumbling to herself if she does fall asleep. You'd normally wake her from nightmares, but she needs the rest, so you scoop her up into your arms and hold her close.
She relaxes almost immediately and cuddles into the warmth of your chest.
When You're Sick:
Prepare to be spoiled
You're lying half-asleep on your mattress while Jinx launches several pillows and stuffed animals at you
You feel like death but she's super cute so it's fine
Frequent checkups
"Do you need juice? Water? You should drink something, trinket."
"You haven't eaten much today, I'll go cook you something!"
She's not the best cook ever but she tries and that's all that matters
Sits with you for almost the entire time, tinkering with bombs and other inventions but more-so paying attention to you, checking for any temperature changes or more symptoms
So, so many forehead kisses even though you tell her you're sick and don't wanna get her sick
It's whatever, though. You feel miserable and she wants to give her partner some love, is that so bad?
Yo could you do headcannons for jinx, Vi and Caitlyn x reader who’s first language is German :)
I'd love to!
Vi
Doesn't know much German, but she tries
She started taking lessons for you
She makes a few mistakes, but she's getting there
After a week she learned some simple phrases (”I love you,” “how are you,” “my name is...” etc.). Yay! 👏👏👏
She’s a sucker for foreign romantic phrases
So she’ll also call you the cutest German pet names she can find
If anyone picks on you for your broken English (if any) she’ll offer to fight them
Answer wisely, though, because she’ll almost always take every joking “yes” seriously
Jinx
Y’all already KNOW that this girl is willing to do literally ANYTHING for you
No matter how boring it is to her because you’re like her favorite person ever
She wants you to teach her German, but also wants to teach you English
You guys have a fun way of teaching each other, picking up random objects around her hideout and naming it
She picks up a cup, you say “tasse” and she repeats it. You pick up a pencil, she says “pencil” and you repeat it. That’s just an example anyway
Can and will fight anyone who makes fun of your broken English
Like, she WILL do it, there’s no reasoning with her lmao
Caitlyn
Cait has studied a LOT of languages, German being one of them
Like Jinx, she’s determined to teach you how to speak English, too
She has a different way of doing it, though
Instead of picking up random objects and telling you the name of them, she’ll have you throw some random phrases out there, then she’ll translate them into English and then you’ll repeat it
You guys end up saying some romantic phrases to each other as well which is just aaaa so sweet
Sometimes you’ll have conversations in English, sometimes in German. Bonus points if she learns new words and phrases
Won’t hesitate to shoot someone if they’re a bitch to you
You’re trying so hard to learn more English from her and also she finds your accent so cute
She’s gonna protect you at all costs
I'm gonna write an Arcane crackfic and I AM going to take it seriously
It's gonna be a modern school AU and it might touch serious topics, it'll be posted on Ao3 and the links will be posted here (as well as the story if you prefer to read it on tumblr)
Silco and Jinx: My Opinion
Tw for suicide, alcohol and abuse (emotional + vaguely sexual)
Alright alright, let's talk about the complex father-daughter relationship that Silco and Jinx have. Did Silco use this emotionally and mentally messed up kid for his own personal gain? Yeah, and that's pretty shit. But he also really did care about her.
It sounds simple enough on paper, that Silco is a bad person and a bad parent. But, it's a lot more complex; he cared, he wasn't ready to give her up for this dream he had. He wouldn't turn Jinx in for anything. She was everything to him.
Was he manipulative? Yes. "Everyone else betrays us," he said. But, at the same time, he didn't want to lose his daughter. He didn't want her to leave him like Vander did.
Though Vi was clearly better, he still treats her with so much kindness and shows her so much love. To be fair, as bad of a parent as he may be, I'm jealous.
So, this brings be to my final opinion: Is Silco a good parent or a bad parent?
I think it's all about perspective, which could have a lot to do with how you were raised. Let's use my childhood as an example.
My Childhood Trauma (tw)
I had a pretty unpredictable childhood. Some days were happy, but I often had to hear my parents fight, and this was usually happening right in front of me. My dad was an alcoholic, he cheated on my mom a few times, got violent; it wasn't good. At all.
A lot of the abuse towards me was emotional: he'd say obscene things to my face, like, "I don't need you," "I'm gonna kill myself," etc. But, there were some nights in which he'd keep me in his room, get on top of me, I'd tell him to get off, but he wouldn't.
My little sister had it bad, too. He was being an asshole as usual, he had drank, like, over half a bottle of vodka on his own, and my little sister's trying to intervene, and he slaps her upside the head. He even attempted suicide in front of her, too, so that's fucked.
I remember having to stay in a safe house with my mom and younger siblings. I was on the phone with him and I was talking to him about how I wish he'd stop drinking, but he never did. He never even tried.
In Conclusion:
Again, it's all about perspective, really. Silco wasn't the best parent ever, but he's definitely better than some. A lot better. I think I'd do anything to get that kind of fatherly love in my life.
Arcane characters as memes I found Pt 1:
Vi :
Caitlyn:
Jinx:
Ekko:
Viktor:
for a crime lord, he is very concerned about the usage of strange “pills” he found in his daughter’s room
Arcane Incorrect Quote #59
Caitlyn: That's a child!
Jinx: AND THAT'S AN UGLY PIMPLY BITCH
Arcane Incorrect Quote #60
Mylo: Could you be any more annoying?
Powder: Yes.
Jinx: can you turn into a bug
Viktor: only emotionally
Arcane Incorrect Quote #61
Jinx: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!
Arcane Incorrect Quote #62
Vi: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.
Jinx: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.
Arcane Incorrect Quote #64
Vi: *yawns*
Caitlyn: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.
Vi: Then you must be exhausted.
Jinx: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.
ur a jinx - Chapter 1
Sooo, my sister @m-mommymilkers and I decided to put our minds together and create THIS absolute gem. If you want a shitty modern high school drama Arcane AU, here it is. I apologize in advance for our immature sense of humor, this post is coming from someone who will put a water bottle cap on a ball (giving it a hat shhh) and laugh at it hysterically.
Good luck. The entire chapter is under the cut. (Also hey @doxmino it’s done!)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36633382/chapters/91375873
Silco feels horrible.
His daughter hardly ever sleeps—this is, what, the first time in weeks she's gotten an actual good night's sleep?—and he has to wake her. He wishes he didn't, he could let the poor girl sleep all day if she didn't have school today.
There was always the option of letting her sleep in and passing it off as her taking a sick day. She hates school anyways, doesn't she?
But Vander wouldn't stand for that. He knows, and Silco knows, that as parents, they need to value their children's education.
And also their health and well-being. Well, that certainly doesn't help, now, does it?
He stares at the teenager hugging her giant shark plushie, snoring away. Her long hair is quite literally all over the place; draped over the plushie, hanging over the edge of the bed, and it even made its way into her mouth somehow? He sighs, slowly stepping over. "Jinx."
"Hm..."
"Jinx?"
"No," she pouts tiredly, rolling over and facing away from him.
"I'm afraid so," he sighs. "Look at me?"
She's stubborn at first, but turns her head after a few seconds. He brushes the long strands of hair out of her face, ultimately pulling them out of her mouth with a wad of saliva clumping them together in the middle.
"That's... Disgusting."
Jinx smiles sleepily in response.
"I can't braid this. You need a shower," he continues.
"No. 'm fine," she insists, laughing it off.
"Jinx."
"I'm good, I'm good!"
"There's spit in your hair, I'm not touching it."
"You're just as stubborn as I am."
"Jinx..."
She freezes before huffing with frustration. "Fine, whatever. I'm gonna be late, though."
"That's quite alright. Take your time."
And late she is. About an hour behind schedule, in fact. She doesn't bother to blow dry her hair, but rather pats it down with her towel and tosses it aside right after. She steps out of the bathroom, all dressed and ready to—
No.
Silco shakes his head, "You're not going out like that."
"Why not? What's wrong with it?" she asks, posing in her black crop top, torn fishnets and shorts.
"It's freezing outside! You'll catch a cold!"
"'You'll catch a cold!'" she mocks in a high pitched voice under her breath, which he pretends not to hear. "I'll... Wear a jacket or something."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah. Can I wear yours?"
"What?"
"Well, I figured I'd ask instead of taking it like last time," she snorts. "It looks cool, too."
"Does it?"
"Yeah, it looks pretty cool on me, anyway. You don't look so bad in it either."
He sighs, "Okay. I don't mind as long as it doesn't become part of the mess that is your room, are we clear?"
"Aye aye, captain," she salutes before plopping down at his feet, her back turned to him. "Now, this hair ain't gonna braid itself!"
"It's still wet."
"Okay, so? It's clean."
"You hardly did anything to dry it."
"If I miss school, you'll get in trouble," she mumbles indifferently.
"If I get in trouble, I'll drag you along with me to court."
"Ooh, scary."
"Mhm," he lazily responds, grabbing the hairbrush off the side table. "You should put together a proper sleep schedule."
She chuckles, "Nah. I'm fine with sleeping whenever."
"Jinx... You don't sleep at all. The last time you slept was three days ago."
"Four days ago," she corrects.
"Four days ago!" he echoes.
"Yeah. Oops."
"How... How do you go that long without sleeping?"
"Occupying myself with work," she crosses her legs and rocks back and forth. "Oh, and coffee, which we're gonna need a lot more of that."
"No, we don't."
"Yeah, we do."
"No, we don't," he insists sternly.
They throw the same arguments back and forth as he braids the long strands. It gets old fast, but it's all part of the morning routine. Silco is used to it.
Her pupils are dilated, large black holes in her bright pink eyes. Silco can feel the car shake with every kick of her legs against the passenger seat. "Would you please cut that out?"
"Can't," she answers before stopping anyways—at least attempting to—and pulling a ballpoint pen out of her backpack.
As if the seat kicking wasn't bothersome enough.
She puts her thumb on the button at the end of the pen and begins pressing it rapidly. Click, click, click, it went.
Again, this is an everyday thing that he had grown used to. He just keeps on driving. "And how exactly does your tiny body handle that much caffeine?" he inquires, not taking his eyes off the road.
"I dunno," she shrugs, pushing the button still.
Click, click, click.
"You forgot to eat again."
"Oops."
She's indifferent to the idea of not eating. She's always spending all day working in her room on art or little machines, or passed out at her desk. It's almost as though she lives solely off of coffee and candy, nothing else.
"You're eating lunch today."
"No."
"I'm not saying it has to be big. At least something healthy. Even if it's just one of those small packages of baby carrots, it's better than filling up on sugar."
She pouts, "Well, you know I don't like carrots."
"Fruit, then."
"Maybe."
"Please."
"Fine, okay. Fruit it is, I guess."
Another moment of silence. Click, click, click, the pen starts again.
Silco takes a brief glance down at the pen, as well as the tip of his daughter's thumb, flushed a deep pink from pressing the little button for so long. "You should stop. You'll tire out your hand."
"You know what? Okay. It was getting boring, anyway," she mutters to herself before unrolling the left sleeve of her father's jacket. She doodles on her pale skin with swift marks, finishing a really messy—but cool, as she would say—sketch of a monkey. "So? Whaddya think?"
"I think you should stop drawing on yourself."
"But—"
"It isn't good for your skin."
"If it was really that bad, they wouldn't let kids anywhere near these things. It's just pen, after all! It comes off in a few washes!"
He opens his mouth to speak, but only closes it and gives a defeated sigh. What's the point in even trying to argue with this girl anymore?
He stops the car at the front of the school and Jinx leans over to grab her backpack from off the back seat. "Remember what we discussed."
"Eat healthier food, drink water throughout the day, blah, blah, blah. Got it."
"And, one more thing. Please try to stay out of trouble."
"No promises, old man," she sticks her tongue out. She gets out of the car and slams the door shut, striding into the building as though she hadn't gone all weekend without sleeping.
If she's being honest, she hates being told to take better care of herself. For starters, she knows when to take a break from caffeine and junk food, and that's when she can feel her body shutting down. If she's feeling dizzy, cool, then can have a little water. She can take a catnap. But other than that, she'll live.
Like she's said to Silco and, even her sister a month or two back—maybe three, she can't remember—it's her body, she knows how to take care of it, and she'll do whatever she pleases with it.
"Pow-pow!"
Speak of the devil...
Jinx whips around to be practically tackled to the ground by her older sister. "Vi! Violet, quit it!" she struggles as the taller, more muscular girl hugs her.
"What, am I not allowed to hug my little sis? Bring it in."
"Vi! You're embarrassing me!" she whined.
"That's a shame. I don't really get to see you every day, though, now do I?"
"Sometimes, before classes. But... I guess we don't really see each other every day like we used to."
"I'm glad we got the chance to meet up before classes, though. I've missed you."
"I missed you too," she smiles a bit, finally returning her hug. "Oh! Uh, you should know," she speaks up again, "Th-the name's Jinx now."
"Oh, okay. It really... Suits you, I guess?"
She's right; the girl is known by a majority of the other students for all the trouble she's caused throughout throughout the years. It started in kindergarten; she had asked to join some other kids in a game of kickball, in which she kicked the ball through a window. Both her and the group were held accountable.
Only four years old and a few people already wanted her dead.
Then, fast forward a couple years, she had started a food fight in the cafeteria. She knew what she was doing; it was exactly what Vi did in second grade, and if she wanted to make anyone proud, it had to be her older sister.
It wasn't as big of a fight as she'd hoped for, but it was fun. Either way, regardless of how many students participated in the food fight, she was known to be trouble.
She was a problem.
A jinx, if you will.
And so it became her name. Shortly after Silco and Vander split, she could only blame herself.
She's trouble.
Trouble.
What a funny word! Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble. It sure looks weird when you stare at it for too long, doesn't it?
"Pow?"
"Mm?"
"You're doing that weird zoning out thing."
"Oh, heheh. Whoops. Man, it's chilly, huh?" her focus switches immediately.
"A little," Vi shrugs slightly, but agreeing nonetheless. "We should still have some time before first period. Let's hang out inside for a bit, yeah?"
"'mkay."
Every table in the science lab is clear, all except for one that's cluttered with several papers, a glass slide, and a microscope. Viktor had arrived at school early and wanted to get a head start on his biology assignment. Everyone was told to pick one of the slides—all of them had something different so no one would cheat—and fill out a five-page-long packet of questions regarding what they were viewing under the microscope.
He takes little notes on a separate sheet of paper before a pair of hands falls over his eyes. "Guess who?" an all-too-familiar voice rings out happily.
It's none other than his lab partner—well, except for individual assignments like this—and close friend, Jayce Talis. "Morning, Jayce," he smiles back faintly before gently grabbing his hands and taking them off his face. "Are you here to work, too?"
"Just here to see you."
What a flirt.
"Well, I'm a bit busy, but I wouldn't mind if you sat with me."
"You're always working, Vik," Jayce pouts. "It's all you ever do."
"I value my grades, thank you very much."
"So do I, and even I'm not working 24/7. You need a break."
"I don't need a break. Not yet."
Jayce sighs and looks at his paper with a blank stare. "Then... Maybe we could go somewhere after school?"
"As long as I can get my homework done before the night's over, sure," Viktor finally accepts, not once looking up from his microscope.
Well, that was a short conversation. It's okay, though, because there are only about five or six minutes until first period starts, and there's still a lot to be done; a lot being the several flyers and posters that him and his best friend, Caitlyn, had planned over various texts and emails.
@caittt_k: What do you think?
@caittt_k: [one image attached]
The posters were... A bold choice, to put it nicely. Neon pink wasn't exactly attractive in his eyes, and the use of gold glitter and big, holographic letter stickers to spell out "CAIT 4 PREZZY" only made it worse.
@itzyaboi.jayce: its flashy
@itzyaboi.jayce: idk
@caittt_k: Flashy is better than bland, isn't it?
@itzyaboi.jayce: ig
@itzyaboi.jayce: but its an eyesore for me tbh
@itzyaboi.jayce: its so bright
Cait tries to reply, but keeps pausing as Jayce continues to critique her work.
@itzyaboi.jayce: what is this ur 3rd grade bucket list? lol
@caittt_k: Jayce.
@itzyaboi.jayce: "im gonna get a pony 🥺✨"
@caittt_k: With all due respect, please shut the fuck up.
@itzyaboi.jayce: oh damn ok sorry ms "prezzy"
He makes his way down the hall to meet up with her in the library like they had planned yesterday, but is interrupted by the bell.
@caittt_k: We'll just have to put these up during lunch.
@caittt_k: No side conversations, no distractions.
@caittt_k: And definitely no more mentions of my third grade bucket list.