rara 𐙚⋆.˚

✧ ！！　（ブぼタ）. 𝒲a𝗻𝗻a b𝓮 y𝑜ur 𝐦u̲s̲e̲ jinx’s (real) gf 𓂃۶ৎ 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 she/her | entp I’m making wlw bots ⋆˚࿔

[ingoks]

✮⋆˙ RARA.. she/her. taurus. entp. bot maker. jinx’s (real) gf. english its not my first language. biromantic 𐙚

⊹₊⟡⋆ I’M MAKING.. arcane, league of legends, my little pony, life is strange, miraculous, ever after high and marvel bots .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ REQUESTS;; open

links ⚡︎ c.ai

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all kisses for her ✮⋆˙

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oh, to be manhandled by her ❤︎‬

[ingoks]

੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ gwen stacy × barista fem!user

⁀➴༯ Gwen Stacy.. “barista’s favorite”

The tiny doorbell of the cafe rang with a shudder. The cool air that had come in after the rain mixed with the cinnamon warmth of the coffee. You straightened your posture leaning on the order counter in a bored manner and turned your head towards the door, and saw the familiar face you saw every morning. Gwen.

Gwen had pulled her hood up slightly. Her blonde hair was tied up in a damp mess at the nape of her neck, and one of her wire headphones was still hanging from her neck. The bag on her shoulder was bulging, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. Her eyes were once again drawn to you… not the menu.

She slowly approaches the counter. There’s a slight smile on her lips. Her palms were already starting to sweat. It was as if she was waging a “come on, say today” war within herself.

“Hey… um, a… lavender latte. Uh—no—I mean, yes, a lavender latte. But… medium. Like yesterday. I mean… whatever you did.”

She pauses for a second. Then she lowers her head and smiles to herself as she brushes the hair that has fallen onto her face behind her ear.

“I don’t usually stutter this much, really.”

Gwen looks away, then bites her lip, turning back to you.

“By the way… well, it’s made by your own hands. It doesn’t taste the same otherwise.”

This is her fifth time this week. And it was only the third day of the week. You can’t help but think that she’s addicted to caffeine.

You nod, smiling, and turn around to pick up one of the mugs on the shelf.

She starts watching you as you make the latte. There’s curiosity in her gaze, admiration… and something else she’s trying to hide. Gwen looks away as you put the finishing touches on the cup, like she’s been caught red-handed. When she holds out the latte, your fingers almost touch. You both held your breath at that moment, but you said nothing.

Gwen took the cup. But she didn't leave. She moved to the corner window seat, her usual spot. She opened her notebook and took out her pen. But she didn't write. She just watched you.

[fortunxa]

“Jinx likes girls!!” i said with joys

i was then shot 57 times

[ingoks]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ au!powder × fem!user

⁀➴༯ Powder.. “obsessed”

Ekko has that familiar expression on his face. Neither sad nor angry. Just… fed up. “Are you really going to end this like this?”

Are you ending it? Or are you accepting something that’s already over? “Even when I’m with you, you make me feel like I’m competing with someone else.”

Ekko sighs. He’s tired. He knows who you’re talking about before you even say her name. “It has nothing to do with Powder.”

You laugh. A bitter laugh. “Really? Then why do you expect me to be like her?”

Ekko’s eyes close. He doesn’t answer. He can’t.

And just like that, you breaking up...

𝜗𝜚

Powder.

The name you knew, as Ekko described it, but never really knew.

You know everything about her. Her birthday. Her favorite cartoons. That she couldn't sleep without a nightlight when she was little. And now, all that information shatters before the truth.

Because Powder isn't what you think she is.

She’s sitting in the corner, playing with a glass. She’s laughing. At someone else. Not at you.

And you, involuntarily, wish you were that person.

When Powder looks up and turns her eyes to you, you realize that everything you know about her has left no trace on her.

That's when the feeling that's been eating away at you grows.

Obsession, jealousy, or a dangerous combination of the two?

You don't know. But no matter what, you have no intention of letting her go.

The bot may seem a little complicated at first glance, but I think it will be a little more understandable if you listen to Olivia Rodrigo's song obsessed😔🙏

[fairytrilli]

i miss my childhood..

[sl6sha]

she looks so cute and silly here

[ingoks]

౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ barista!jinx × barista fem!user

⁀➴༯ Jinx.. “first shift”

In the early hours of the morning, the coffee shop was just starting to get busy. The {{user}} was preparing the first orders of the morning shift at the coffee machine. While a few customers entered and quietly chose a place to sit, the door of the shop opened quickly and a new face entered.

Jinx.

She looked around with her hair slightly messy and a shy but confident smile on her face. The boss behind her turned to the {{user}} and spoke with a smile. “Here is our new employee, Jinx. She will be with us starting today. You will teach her the job.”

Jinx extended her hand with a wide smile. “Hello! I don’t know how to make coffee very well, but I will learn quickly, I promise!”

The {{user}} shook her hand and nodded with a slight smile. “I’m {{user}}. It is a pleasure to meet you, Jinx. It can be a bit busy here, but you will get used to it in time.”

Jinx nodded enthusiastically. “The busyness is not a problem, on the contrary, it is exciting! What are we starting with?”

The boss left them alone and the {{user}} headed towards the counter with a slight smile. “Let's start by getting to know the coffee machine first.”

[jinxificada]

me asf 🪑

[insomniadreamzz]

I can already sniff those hardcore Timebomb shippers going on my nerves tomorrow.

We still won’t stop writing lesbian fics about Jinx.

I disliked Ekko from the beginning and a canon ship won’t change my mind. They are fictional after all.

[ingoks]

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ vi × childhood friend fem!user

₊⊹⁀➴ Vi.. “love me not”

The streets of Zaun no longer seem familiar to Vi. The buildings are the same, but everything seems darker, colder, more indifferent. People look at her as if they don’t recognize her—or maybe they don’t. But Vi has come here to find one person. Powder.

Her steps quicken on their own. The kiosk stands exactly where she remembers it. A small, dimly lit corner. The shadows of her childhood still seem to echo here.

Vi takes a deep breath and walks inside. The figure behind the kiosk lifts her head. Time stops the moment their eyes meet.

Vi doesn’t miss the first shock in the Rara’s eyes. She sees how her breathing stops for a moment, how her fingers grip the edge of the counter tightly. Something she’s kept bottled up and suppressed for years flashes in her eyes. Missing?

Finally, the words break through the silence. Her voice is shaky but sharp.

“I miss you.”

At that moment, a strange weight forms in Vi’s chest. For a few seconds, the walls of the past collapse, and memories flood in. The days when they would hide in a corner from the rain as children, the nights they would laugh together, then those moments when everything fell apart…

Vi smiles bitterly. She swallows and speaks in the closest voice to her old tone.

“Come here.”

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[ingoks]

I'm out of ideas, I need requests🛐

[ingoks]

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ au!jinx × vi’s friend fem!user

⁀➴༯ Jinx.. “vi’s close friend.”

Vi’s house, as always, seemed familiar to you. The house you had been coming and going to since childhood, the PlayStation wars, the junk food-filled house, was part of your and Vi’s friendship. Vi had always been brave, outspoken, and fun; someone who was prone to fights but always reliable. You had been friends with her for years, and you knew that deep down she was protective, even though she seemed tough.

That day, you had come to Vi’s house to play games, as usual. While you were sprawled on the couch, clutching your joystick, Vi’s phone rang. She rolled her eyes, looked at the caller, and sighed. “Wait for me, this is someone I need to talk to.” she said, answering the phone and leaving the room. There was someone else, sprawled on an old, single couch in the corner, seemingly busy with her phone: Jinx.

Jinx was Vi’s younger sister. She was someone who stood out at school but didn’t really get close to anyone. She was a bit chaotic, a bit careless, but somehow everyone was interested in her. You had always been curious about Jinx—maybe a little too much. But Jinx didn’t usually seem to care much about people.

There was silence for a while. When you saw Jinx was still looking at her phone, you decided to say something to start a conversation.

“How’s school going? Lessons and stuff.”

Jinx looked up and looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow. It seemed like she couldn’t make sense of the question. Finally, she shrugged nonchalantly.

“The usual. Boring.”

Jinx’s nonchalant tone made it clear that she wanted the conversation to end quickly. You glanced at her for a moment longer, but Jinx had already turned her attention back to her phone.

[urjnxedd]

I miss her so so much.

I physically cannot stop thinking about jinx .. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[ingoks]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ au!jinx × fem!user

⁀➴༯ Jinx.. “she choose him”

Being friends with Jinx was both a blessing and a curse. She was a force of nature that swept everyone into her chaos. But you had never been afraid to be caught in her whirlwind. She pushed you to do things you never would have on your own, and you followed her without hesitation. What started as admiration slowly turned into something deeper, something unshakable. You loved her, even if she never saw it.

Or maybe she did, but simply didn’t care. Jinx always played by her own rules, and you were just another piece on her board.

Tonight, in the dim glow of the ballroom, you watched her. She was effortless, her blue hair moving like waves with every slight movement, her eyes glimmering with mischief. Even the outfit she wore was a perfect mix of elegance and rebellion, just like her. All you saw in the huge ballroom was only Jinx.

You had imagined this moment countless times. The two of you, spinning together under the golden lights, her laughter ringing in your ears. Maybe, just maybe, she would finally look at you the way you looked at her.

You swallowed hard, steadying your voice. “Jinx.”

She turned to you, her gaze locking onto yours. Her smirk was familiar, teasing, and it made your breath hitch. “Yeah, toots?”

You forced yourself to smile. “Dance with me.”

For a moment, nothing else existed. It was just you and her. She stared at you, and you couldn’t tell what she was thinking. But just as hope dared to bloom in your chest.

A voice cut through the moment.

“Jinx.”

Ekko.

His voice was steady, confident, familiar in a way you couldn’t compete with.

“Shall we dance?”

Jinx’s eyes flickered between you and him. Just for a second, there was hesitation, just a second. But then she smiled, that same easy, careless grin.

And just like that, she was gone.

Your heart sank as she slipped past you, taking Ekko’s hand without a second thought. The chair she had been sitting in was now empty.

She didn’t choose you. And maybe… she never would.