#jinxe

[cupcait]

you're under arrest for being very not slay........... u have the right to remain silent....... i advise u use it .........

[gettnup]

❝ girl, do I even wanna know why you're looking at me like that? ❞ his voice carried a slight wary edge. only she could hold a stare that unnervingly blended joyous derangement with shark-like intent—like a predator catching the whiff of blood for the first time in ages. something uncanny and scary gleaming behind her shimmer-laced eyes, left him asking himself: should i be scared?

@jinxe

[timelight]

Paints a bright pink X in his chest ' Y'know, ya should let me tattoo ya. Gotta mark what's mine~ '

He's laid out on his back while she's on her front beside him, as disheveled as he is with a sheen of sweat that makes her skin look like its glowing in the early afternoon light spilling in from the window. His fingers trace down the vertebrates of her spine and pause at every other blemish and love bite he finds. Their tumbles aren't soft or sweet, most often they're harsh and frantic where hands grab and pull and nails scratch until blood is drawn. But the afternoon is always sweet, serene and worth all the pain they inflict on each other.

He doesn't question her when she shuffles off to retrieve her paints from the closet since most of the treehouse is covered now in her artwork and he loves her eye for attention.

Ekko allowed himself to drift off for a bit in the afterglow, listening to her hum and her bottles of paint rattle in the quiet. It isn't until the telltale shake of her spray paint can has him stir and then the coolness of the paint suddenly touch his skin. He jolts upright and blinks first at her shit eating grin and then down at the now neon X adorning his caramel colored skin. Some of the paint drips down his chest and onto the sheet he had pulled up over his lap. Jinx's gleeful quip draws a sigh from him, eyes rolling back tiredly but fondly.

His hands seek her out until he has her by the waist to pull her back atop his lap and he grabs a can of orange paint. "Yeah? Hold still... Gotta mark what's mine then. Fair is fair, right?"

@jinxe

[ghostlyanon]

@jinxe BITES!!!

[helldevour]

Can I lift ur sword

"...this sword weighs over three hundred pounds."

⸻ The answer is no.

[charmingbrute]

11. describe your ideal outcome/endgame for the muse you are currently writing.

I have no end game for Ares as his end is pretty much in stone considering the circumstances of his character and who he is. I suppose the only ideal endgame would be for him to change the way he devotes himself to the Star, for it to become even just a smidge healthier, but so far I have no long term goals with him, really.

As for Meteor, it might sound like a really bad joke and one that a friend already hated me for. But my end goal for him is to really die. Like, really die. Gone, removed, nowhere to be found. When the Star has no longer any need of realm-saving heroes, I need him to finally fall apart and just die. Right now, he's only alive because of Hydaelyn's remaining aether. With her current predicament in the main story, it should be telling as to why I think his life will eventually just end. He's not the kind of man to really imagine himself living long enough to watch himself grow old. I've always seen him as the kind of person you meet briefly and never again in a lifetime. He's already carried the legacy of those before him. I think it would be a fitting rest.

[vilencearch]