Send “⭐️” and I will compliment a random mun!

@j-hin

They are one of my two favourite Jhin blogs.Their writing is so beautiful and poetic, it makes me cry.Plus, their blog aesthetics is perfection━their blog is perfection.I feed off of my Jhin addictions from them.

@the-virtuoso​

I know for a fact that it isn’t just me who loves their art.(My best friend does so too.)Moreover, their headcanons have burned this impression of Jhin, in my head,that I can no longer continue to live a simple life.They are, the other favourite Jhin blog of mine.Also, the way they describe not only their Jhin in their threads,but the other muse themselves,is truly something I admire.

@thecrimsonexecutioner​

The sass in everything their Thresh says, good lord.Their BM Thresh is so well developed,and their art is so good!Check them out if you haven’t.But seriously, they write really well.

@pantheon-god-of-war​

Give them literal garbage,and they will work with it.They are so descriptive in their writing:whether it is an ask, a thread or anything.It was always so pleasing to read.Also, let’s be honest, Leona x Pantheon > Diana x Leona.

@masteredshadows

KISSING REPTILES. | ACCEPTING

14. a sad / crying kiss.

For an outsider it might be belligerent to let another wither on the vine and dip in tears.

But Khada Jhin is not an outsider: and neither would he secede such control over his most delighted puppet.

There is something cold and deliberate in the way his fingers work around his marionette’s wrist, noticing the sharpness of their pulse and how it wavers worse in the presence of his touch. The sensation of it all makes his lips peel away to reveal a grin fraught with pearlescent teeth. The poor thing is hurt, Jhin knows. It’s hurt and hurting and whispering for him.

Oh. Whispering now?

Even with an ear pulled close Jhin can hardly hear it. A tinny voice, softer than most, weeps and asks for him still. He pushes his fingers aside and wraps his arms around the skeleton of the marionette’s waist.

“Hush now, darling,” he says into their neck. “You did as you were asked.”

No matter how much it burned. No matter how much it made their stomach lurch and their goosebumps dimple.

He rubs away a single tear with his thumb and kisses the spot where it laid.

( three little words ) || accepting

          Tobias laughs softly. Of course Jhin decides this is the party he gets smashed at. The one where he decided to finally drive to it. He cradles his cell phone against his shoulder as he flips through a take-out menu. 

IT’S A START. | NOT ACCEPTING

“A survivor doesn’t survive.”

He sips his tea.

(knifecat face meme) || accepting

          A slight hint of shock before a short, smooth cut of laughter. His nose crinkles at the sight of it, though the joy doesn’t reach his eyes. All that is seen in the periwinkle fog is calculating and distant. 

this man’s ringtone is take on me | accepting | @j-hin

[hn jhin voice] accurate