HAPPY BIRTHDAY @clownpri 🎂🎉🎉

Humming, Jinx looked down at her wrists. Not her first time in cuffs, and it wouldn’t be her last. These cuffs were different, though. She was wrapped in black metal that was definitely not standard pig edition.

She tried an experimental twist of the wrist. It was a basic trick, one she’d used probably hundreds of times while the gloating cop on the other side of the table stared on stinking of stale coffee and a sudden bout of fear sweats. These handcuffs twisted and followed her wrists like they were alive, easily keeping their grip.

More worrying, she was pretty sure she could hear whispering by her wrists. It was a subtle, quiet thing, but in the silence of the room, she could swear she heard crackling like a distant fire and groaning voices. It was just on the edge of her hearing range, and focusing on it made the room feel a little fuzzy.

She looked around for anything to focus on that wasn’t that. And then her eyes fell back on that light above her head. It was recessed into the roof, but glowing down at her bright enough that she had to blink the spots out of her eyes.

Bright enough that it should have lit up the whole room nice and bright. And it did, mostly. Except for that corner across from her…

Humming, she leaned back in her seat and stared into the abyss. Something blinked back.

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i had to draw this to stop thinking about them

With that said

I took a break from drawing reference sheets to draw Raejinx! I imagined Raven holding Jinx up with her magic but the cat is still messing with her.