#ofinsaniam

[soupskkn]

may i just drop by to also say that your drawings are awesome and it's so good to find someone who loves jinx as well i swear ;A; -- you inspire me to draw , thought i'd let you know !

AAAaaa I’ve definitely seen you around! I love your tags they give me so much life \o/ Also the whole aesthetic of your blog is //chef’s kiss 

Thank you so much for the support! I’m honoured to be an inspiration //sobs here’s our babie jinx

[embraced-agony]

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o-oh wow

[the-cabalist]

Gunsmith Symphony

Starter for @ofinsaniam

Jhin struggled to keep the girth of Whisper hidden within his coat, as it was by no means a small weapon. It shoved out awkwardly against his hip, but his ‘Piltie’ disguise did the job of making it appear as an especially strange augment.

He tipped his hat down slightly, making sure he was able to keep as much of his face hidden as possible. Even when out of his role as the Golden Demon, he still disliked showing regular folk his face as if it were nothing special. The discomfort faded quickly as he started to wonder if his target would ever reveal herself. Having positioned himself just where the client stated, he waited upon one of the many bridges that allowed sight of the smoke seeping up from Zaun.

As a few civilians passed him by, he pulled out a poster of his target. He chuckled at the sight. He eyed a wanted poster of Jinx, likely the most well known criminal Piltover had on record. Hired to gather information on her by a Noxian client, he was relieved to know that his show wouldn’t revolve around death, like most tended to.

“She certainly has the unique look, I can give her that.” He flattered the wanted poster, as if it were alive. He took a few more spare seconds to admire the artist depiction of the outlaw before tucking it away, smirking to himself without an apparent reason.

“Oh yes, this should be exciting! It’s been some time since I’ve done a more... emotional show. There is much potential here...” He mused to himself, keeping his voice down so that those walking by the corner he stood on wouldn’t overhear his ramblings.

[voidhunting]

A box seemingly shot out of nowhere rapidly approaches the target : Kai'Sa . Of course , Jinx's methods may not be conventional , but she got the gifts delivered . It was a box full of peaches ( although some made of plastic , completely realistic ) .

      The sound of an incoming projectile immediately put her on her guards, shoulderpods and claws ready, and she dodges it, letting the box hit the ground behind her. Puzzled, she approaches it, opening the box with the tip of her claws. What’s inside confused her even more, and there is one name that comes to her mind. Thought for some reasons it makes her even more hesitant toward whether she should touch those peaches or not.

[eciled-moved]

Leaves a small note with some assortment of candies and a few chocolates . It reads : " This shit's not my thing so it's lame but have some candy. " There is a heart on the wall as a hot pink graffiti. Happy Valentine's uwu .

misc asks \ accepting.

Heartseekers day is not Riven’s forte and she can admit it.

Why create pressure to perform when those who truly loved would buy and make and celebrate no matter the day? She finds her thoughts occupied with the question and ones like it as she dodges around cardboard towers and discarded bullets. For all it’s worth, there might as well be a massive holiday where people are told to go spend their coin on things just because there’s a “reduction” in cost. 

Riven changes her mind, however, when she sees the arrangement on the table. Small and last minute as it were, she can’t help but run her fingers over the top of the box, the card. When she reads it, she smiles, tucks a few stray tresses behind an ear, and, popping open the box with the curl of her finger, takes a chocolate to her mouth. It offers nothing new — she’s had chocolates like these, many times, after Heartseeker’s has passed and in her own company — but she finds the candy melts easy in her mouth. Tastes sweeter. 

Maybe Jinx knew where to buy better sweets.

Maybe it’s just knowing Jinx bought these for her at all. @ofinsaniam​

[fatebreaking-a]

❤️❤️❤️ ( Ori and Sona for Morg ? ) uwu

@ligatusalas // based on our interactions here and not our hypothetical meme’ing with Ori making Morg a door sign, etc.

Ori: 

“I like her.”

“Oh, I am supposed to say more than this. I understand. She is pretty, kind, and compassionate. She is gentle with me. Morgana is a good person. So I like her.”

“Is that still not enough? I see. In regards to my general opinion of Morgana, she often seems to be a thousand miles away. At times, I feel as if she will disappear if I look away. I am used to that, but I am not used to it not being my fault. I think that...

I feel as though she is someone who has not received love in a very, very long time. She is easily charmed by the simplest acts of kindness and hates to burden others by any means, as if I am the one who will vanish. It reminds me of...” She sighs and stares at the ceiling. “I hate it. I just want her to be happy. She seems so surprised that anyone trusts her or cares about her.

I really, really hate it. It makes me angry. It makes the Ball angry. I want to hurt the person who made her like that. But I should not. Instead, I will support her within my limits. On the matter of romance, I am not well equipped for such things. I do not even know if I will be here tomorrow, how can I be involved romantically with anyone?”

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Sona:

“I do not know what I am supposed to say about a woman I found crying in a cave. My general opinion? She is a woman crying in a cave.” Sona stares back with a look that seems to say, ‘Huh? Are you dumb or something? Idiot.”

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of person you think I am, but I’m not going to judge someone’s attractiveness or romantic availability when I found them crying in a cave. What the hell. You @#^#$^#* piece of !@%$. ^$@^#$&%#$%. Sure, whatever. She’s pretty. 

My opinion on her generally is that her long time being an empath has blinded her to her own needs. She is too focused on ‘souls’ and other such nonsense to see the truth standing in front of her. That she is hurting and she ought to accept help when it is given. For someone who so dearly wants to mingle with humans, she sure has trouble accepting her own weakness and asking for help like a human.

That’s something I think Morgana forgets. She’s open with her emotions, but not when others are around. Humans are weak, but what’s wrong with that? Who says you need to be strong all the time.

You don’t need to be strong all the time.”

[divine-righteousness]

ofinsaniam replied to your post

dont lift ur flamey sword

*immediately lifts flamey sword*

[precision-protocol]

An additional package arrives later , another box . Smaller this time . With a note saying " For scissor mom . " The second it would be opened , a bomb of glitter would cover at least ten meters around with it . She knew Camille could probably spot the contents of the box before opening it , so she also set a counter just in case . She sat on a nearby roof waiting for the show .

The call of a suspicious package arrive once more at the Ferros home has her ending her earlier plans far earlier than she wants. Any direct threat to her family is far more important than dealing with the refuse. 

Arriving in front of her home, she spots it easily enough. Eyes flashing orange as she inspects the item. The first thing she spots is the massive shell of glitter, the next is the tag, and then the timer ticking away inside. A timer this is going to hit zero-

It explodes. Showering the front of the Ferros house, the vehicles, and her and her security in bright neon pink glitter. There’s going to be glitter in her joints for days, until she can get a proper cleaning. And even then it won’t get rid of it all. A heavy metallic sigh rattles her chest as she turns sharply, back ramrod straight, and walks right to one of the Ferros security forces also covered in glitter. 

“Get rid of it.” 

Camille turns her head, looking right at the place Jinx is lurking upon the roof with a disapproving glare before stalking off. Each step, comes with a massive amount of glitter falling off of her and to the ground.

Later of course, she would have her niece call the local police department. To tell them they are being targeted.