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YELLOWJACKETS | Season 3, Episode 10, “Full Circle”
still technically not here, but i couldn't resist a lil icon change for this month. happy pride, y'all!! <3
Xena knows that face.
"Melinoë." The goddess has haunted Xena's worst nightmares one time too many to be forgotten so easily. But if a child of Hades is here right now, surrounded by the smell of sulfur and rush of a river that hadn't been there before, mere moments after she'd barely dragged herself over the line of the Gauntlet...
"This is where it ends?" She doesn’t know what to feel about that. It’s hard to feel much of anything at all, beyond the lingering sting of her own men’s blows.
If a single one of them could still be called that. She'd thought them loyal. Thought they'd believed in her, in her cause. Every bruise on her body aches down to the core with a betrayal she truly hadn't imagined to be possible.
And for the first time in ages - since the day she'd birthed her own child, only to hand him straight to the centaurs and run before the sight of that little boy could change her mind - that ache isn't only for herself. Who would keep that baby safe from Darphus if she was gone? Salmoneus? A mere shepherdess?
Her life can't end here. // @nymfernal + plotted starter!
The commander steps forth without qualm.
But the dark does not so readily relinquish. She remains cloaked in it, a silhouette cut amongst the iridescence of their surroundings. A striking figure, with the weight of Piltover behind her. Yet what one city might see as regal might come closer to imposing to another.
The roiling blue settles short of Jinx's thigh. She breaks pace ( even her steps are measured these days ); the intentioned pause denoting just how much she sees, how much she's seen from the shadows. This is no ordinary child, is it? Not simply another fanatic protecting their symbol of Zaunite resistance. Lips pull taut. What she could achieve if she were not there. If she were without the barely tethered restraint held in the rigid planes of her spine.
—She has to be better than them; better than Ambessa and her bloodthirst, better than the thugs down here. She will bring their people peace.
But as with every distraction, it is temporary. She faces her target eventually, and the hardening lines of her expression tell all.
❝I could ask you the same.❞ It's not as conversational as it sounds. Even as she studies the architecture, the hands clasped behind her back itch for a rifle she's left at the gates of this sanctuary.
❝Never thought I’d see the day you’d settle down.❞ Little attempt to hide the venom and scorn. What’s the angle here? There has to be one. The Jinx she's known and profiled a thousand times over has always been more intent on wreaking chaos and destruction than starting a family.
Caitlyn would know.
"Hey. For the record, she followed me first. Couldn't get the kid to piss off if I tried!" Harsh as her answer sounds on the surface, every words is laden with affection. It's an affection Jinx knows by now that Isha will hear, but she's equally certain that Kiramman won't. She'll never believe her capable of it.
She'd seen it, though. She'd been there when Isha clung to Jinx with all her might - even when she wanted her off, wanted the kid safe, wanted this hell over and herself dead -
When all that stood between Isha and the barrel of an enforcer gun was her sister.
Vi. The one behind this entire knife's edge of an alliance. The sister who'd abandoned her; the sister who'd spent years rotting away in prison, desperately clawing her way back out. The sister who's the reason Silco is dead. The reason Vander is back. The sister who'd finally held out a hand to Jinx without expectation, and said:
What are you waiting for? He's your dad, too.
Never thought I’d see the day you’d settle down. Neither had Jinx. Not since the day Powder died. But, now -
Now, it feels terrifyingly close again.
Powder feels close again.
Close enough to hope. Close enough to hurt.
But Powder isn't just Jinx any more. Powder is reborn in a girl with her own name, her own face; something to protect, someone to live up to. Someone worth putting up with Kiramman's bullshit for, worth trusting Vi again after everything that's gone wrong, if it means a chance at a better tomorrow.
For Isha.
Not that she's admitting one fucking bit of that sappy shit to her present company. With nothing more than a snort, Jinx's arms cross, weight shifting from one foot to the other and body tipping languidly to one side before straightening out again. "Believe it or not, there's plenty of me you've still never seen. Never will, either, if I have it my way."
From behind her, Isha harrumphs and nods eagerly. God, she adores that kid.
"But we're not just here to play family. They're coming for Vander - you know that." It's the only reason they're tolerating each other to begin with. To keep him safe - keep this whole place safe. "My sister trusts you, but... Why should I believe you won't just steal him for yourself, and go crawling back to your shiny new army with their precious monster in tow?" It's what Kiramman would want, after all. Should want. Isn't it? An eye for an eye. A parent for a parent.
It's what Jinx would've, until not too long ago at all.

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JINX | 2.02
make me choose | unspoken-and-wild asked ‘Ruby or Belle’
tentatively shifting back to a semi-hiatus here. for now i'm only keeping muses that already have something going - so atm, jackie, jinx, and ruby. gonna slowly see where i go from here!
think i'm gonna formally put this blog on hiatus. time or energy always feels limited for one reason or another, and when i do have it i want to focus on keiko. it's lowkey already been this way for a while, but this is a lil psa to make it official so y'all know what's up!
you were red, and you liked me because i was blue.

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Jinx has grown another shadow.
This one, though, is bigger and badder than the last. One that's threatened to swallow her whole more than once already; the enforcer that had taken so much from her time and time again. Her sister, her father, her fucking finger. Caitlyn fucking Kiramman.
Much as Jinx longs to turn around, to tear her teeth right through Kiramman's throat and see how much she likes it, she doesn't. Be it Isha's influence, or Vander's, or Vi's, or just this stupid hokey place and the importance of keeping it safe from the topside, much as she hates it... she doesn't.
So in the end, it's her second shadow that moves first. Isha is smart - too smart for her own good, sometimes. The moment she puts all the pieces together, it's she who whirls around and closes the distance between them and their stalker. She doesn't say a word, but when her brows furrow and nostrils flare, the anger they carve deep into her face feels unnervingly familiar.
Not that Jinx can fault her for it.
"Down, kid." Quick steps following after, a single hand outstretched easily sweeps Isha behind her. Jinx can rarely bring herself to make Isha leave, not if she doesn't want to, but she hasn't forgotten Kiramman leveling a gun the girl's way either.
I won't miss.
Neither will Jinx. Not again. Though her expression stays light, her eyes shimmer hard as stones when she finally addresses her shadow head-on. "What's with you, Princess? Got tired of laying with pigs in your fancy new ivory tower already, needed to pick up a hobby of stalking kids instead?" // @ninetaels + plotted starter!
JINX in SEASON TWO of ARCANE (eps. 1-3)
"Why am I the only one not getting off on this boring back-to-the-land bullshit? I suck at this stuff, and I know that. And I don't belong here, and I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this." @yellowjacketsnetwork event 06: arcs
nat ducks down and shuffles forward, sitting on the ledge with her shoulder wedged underneath the open window. the lace curtains brush against her arm in the light breeze. she shuffles slightly further out and pulls a packet of cigarettes from her pocket. taking one out, she taps it against the packet. "relax, jack. not my first rodeo." their eyes meet ever so briefly and nat smiles. sweeter than any she's given before. it's over in a second - she leans out the window and cups a hand over the end of her cigarette as she lights it.
a deep inhale; eyes flutter closed. as promised, she aims the plume of smoke into the night air. when she turns back to jackie, she holds it out as a peace offering. one last thing to share before this moment inevitably goes away. she's been waiting since that first night - hands grabbed in the dark as they ran towards nothing together and ended up right here. since she woke up the next morning after the most peaceful night of sleep she'd had in a long time. not waiting for something bad to happen did wonders for a girl's sleep.
"they're kind of a lot, huh?" she nods towards the door. "your parents." she'd snooped in the medicine cabinet downstairs. at least most of mrs. taylor's prescriptions actually had her name on it, her mom couldn't say the same. nat pulls her knees up to her chest and leans back against the window frame.
There's a scoff that threatens to slip out, a protest on how she already is relaxed, thank you very much poised on the tip of her tongue - but one look at that smile, brighter than anything Jackie's ever seen from Nat before, and it all dies halfway up her throat. All Jackie is, then, is quiet, perfectly still until the cigarette is offered her way. Jackie plucks it from Nat's fingers and slots it between her own, bringing it to her lips and inhaling with practiced ease.
Something about that feels strangely intimate this time, in a way even their kisses weren't: holding in nearly the same breath Nat just had deep in her lungs, before instinct finally forces her out the window to let it go. Just in time, too, given the snort that follows Nat's observation. "'Kind of's' putting it nicely," she shoots back, arm extended to hand the cigarette back to Nat again as she sits back up properly. "But, yeah. Don't think my mom'd know chill if it hit her in the face, and Dad..."
Well. He may not be as bad as her mother, but he rarely stepped in and stopped her. Not enough to stop Jackie from starving herself, or from shoving every last piece of authenticity down as far as she could just to keep them both happy a little while longer. "But, like - whose aren't though, right?"

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