BOTTOM JINX HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL BC THIS IS A GIRL THATS CONVINCED SHES AN UNLOVABLE MONSTER AND HAS

BOTTOM JINX HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL BC THIS IS A GIRL THATS CONVINCED SHES AN UNLOVABLE MONSTER AND HAS A NICE ASS WHY WOULDNT LUX WANT TO RAIL HER RESPECTFULLY AND PASSIONATELY.

Ill be coming out with my list of ways lux could dom jinx eventually

These valentines day skins have me in a chokehold

Do you ever think about how bow and adora are constantly under pressure to be the strong dependable ones, and how after glimmer was taken and the world fell apart they probably only allowed themselves to break down around each other

The crux of the matter is: Vi loves her sister.

She painted her love in blood on the stone walls in Stillwater; red and dark like fresh blood from scraped knees she patched on Powder so many times before, like the blood soaking the blanket they wrapped her sister in her first moments alive, before being laid in Vi's arms. In those days, the bruises on her ribs and her chest, her sides and her jaw, were still in the shape of a P, in the shape of her name as Vi repeated it to herself over and over, take care of Powder, get back to Powder, where is Powder-

It wasn't soon enough, it was eventually but they changed shape, into a baton, a boot, a fist, the blood soaking into the spaces between the stones, where Vi couldn't see anymore. Her chest hardened with it, the name harder and harder to dig out through the stone.

Until. The crack seeing the scribble on Caitlyn's report, the break, the shattering, at Jinx's wide eyes that Vi would always recognise in a face that she did and didn't at once. The quiver in her sister's voice when she asked are you real and how Vi didn't even think because hasn't she thought she's seen a flash of blue in the dark those first months, a voice calling her name in the days spent in isolation? She couldn't have known, not until Jinx ripped into herself on the floor of the cannery, she couldn't but she should have.

The smell of gunpowder is still heavy in the air, but Jinx's sobs stopped. She's eerily quiet, a more terriying feat than her anger, than her tears and her begging and apologies, her face broken up, features contorted into pain, into grief Vi can't see but she can imagine easily.

The ropes tight against her chest and arms dig painfully when Vi tries to breathe in, to calm her racing heartbeat, to hear anything over the roaring thrum of her pulse in her ears. She can smell blood, but she doesn't know where from, whether it's Silco's, mixed with the scent of gunpowder, whether it's her own from the gap between her teeth, the small open wound she feels tender on the back of her head. She thinks it's dried blood, matting her hair, not fresh, but the smell is so strong, metallic and nauseating, and Vi isn't sure.

Or-

Her eyes fall on Caitlyn, on Caitlyn's still form stretched out on the grimy floor and Vi can't look, she doesn't want to. Because when she does, she can't tell whether Caitlyn's chest is rising at all, whether the darkness around her head, the part of the floor hidden in the shadows, is her hair spread out across the concrete or a puddle of blood. The rope cuts into her muscles because Vi can't help the strain, she can't help pushing herself to the edge of the seat, the need to get up, get out, to check whether Caitlyn is breathing, whether she can feel that warm breath against her hand, rising goosebumps on her arms like Caitlyn's closeness does.

Her face is turned away, hidden in the dark, so Vi can't even see her softened features, lines she thought sharp at first but can't call them that in her mind now at all. All of Caitlyn is gentle, too tender to be laid out on the cold filthy floor amongst the iron scent of blood and the heavy smokey fear dripping off the walls, she should have never been here. But she was, because of Vi, because everything comes back to the stone in Vi's chest, to the crack inside it that she will never patch up, that she refuses to patch up.

A scrape of a chair against the floor; Jinx drops on it heavily, only the glimpse of the pink letters painted on the back before she's there, before Vi can't look away. Her sister looks empty, with hollow gaze, drained and exhausted like a child after a tantrum, but the toxic glow of her pink eyes makes the image more insidious, more sinister.

Vi should be shocked, she should be crushed, conflicted. And she is, her mind works so slow, the shock and stupor jammed between the cogs, and the bile on the backs of her teeth is so thick and bitter with fear, with Caitlyn's still chest, with the pulse in her ears making it impossible to hear whether there are any soft, quiet breaths coming from her direction.

But then there is something missing - the conflict.

"Jinx," she says, thick saliva coating the insides of her mouth. Jinx flinches at the name; it doesn't change anything. "It's okay. We can leave. We can."

Her eyebrows scrunch, a line between them that Vi knows means Powder would be holding back tears, the twitch in her cheek that means the same. But then she flinches again, more abrupt and harsher, the turn of her features becoming angrier as she looks to the side at something Vi can't see. "I don't." Her voice is angry, spitting out the words, but when she turns back to Vi there is none of that anger there. Her pink eyes glow with something deep and dark, tendrils of despair. "I can't trust you."

It hurts, the words hurt, but so does Vi's hand, as if it could still burn painfully from the contact with the soft skin of her sister's cheek, the force of the slap making her own palm sting. "No," Vi agrees.

Jinx looks at her with wide tearful eyes, the hurt and the hope hidden in those tears, her lip giving the tiniest tremble. Vi should think she looks like Powder, that she still hurts the same, the same scrunch in her forehead, the same twitch in her cheek. She doesn't look like Powder at all, not with the hollowness and the pink glow.

But she still looks Vi's sister. "I love you. Whatever you do, I love you." She lets her voice shake at the end but makes sure Jinx hears, that she understands.

Jinx doesn't turn her eyes away but Vi can't look into them anymore, she can't see whether they will flicker away again or remain. She shuts her own, tight, until fireworks burst underneath her eyelids, blue like smoke from a flare. She still can't hear any soft breaths through the thunder in her ears. She does hear the grating noise of the chair scraping against the floor as Jinx gets to her feet, the steps that move closer. Her hands and her eyes sting as Vi waits for whatever follows.

The start will always be the same as the end: Vi loves her sister. Somehow, it feels like the worst thing she's ever done.

jinx: rebel or people pleaser?

jinx is dependent on feeling useful to others, so she should be easy to control, but that cant be more further than the truth. jinx is a rebel, but she bases her worth in others' validation and willing to mold and change herself to whatever idealized personality the person she likes prefer.

its like, is the show indecisive on these parts of her character? bcs how could both these traits exist together in one person?

the way i figure, jinx is a people pleaser, and whats unique with her having this trait is that jinx would make great sacrifices and go above and beyond to be useful or to make you happy, but only in ways she understands or finds acceptable

jinx has the need to try to please those around her (specifically the ppl she fixates on) even to the point of willing to shape herself into an idealized mold of their liking, bcs she believes thats a sure way to become closer to them anď not be abandoned. however, she learned that not everything she's asked to do would grant her closeness. following some requests would lead to her becoming more abandoned or less important (vi asking her to stay behind. silco commanding her to 'focus on her gadgetry')

and thats what jinx really wants to be, to be important enough for you. its not really enough for her to feel useful. she wants to matter in your life. furthermore, she wants to be the one who matters in your life the most. if someone else takes that place, she'll do whatever it takes to convince you that she's second to no one. being second might as well mean the same as being abandoned to her.

take for an example, in a setting where jinx joins the firelights and fixates on ekko's validation. you'd think that if ekko asked jinx to do things like make toys for the firelight children, do errands, etc, she would do all of those things to please him. and maybe she would, if it meant becoming important to him.

but no, role-wise the one who is the most important to ekko is scar. would babysitting and tinkering make her more important than scar? if not then at some point jinx wont be happy doing those things and switch to whatever tasks she believes would make her more important than scar even if it means going behind ekko's back. and usually it involves grandiose, over the top methods that no one other than jinx would have the stomach to do, making sure what she does is something only she is capable of contributing

if jinx trusts the things you ask of her will promise her the position as your most relied and important person, she wont find a need to act out on her own and be your little puppet

the thing with jinx though is that her mind always finds a reason to detect mistrust, even when there really isn't any. so an obedient jinx is the same as impossible ajdkdk

thats why jinx's 'people-pleaser' behavior and craving to feel useful is more self-fulfilling than it is self-sacrificng. its why even though she has this trait, it wouldnt magically turn her into a doormat or obedient dog for you and why she's easy to influence but near impossible to control.

Caitlyn: we know you're upset about Adora

Catra: what? No im not

Vi: we saw you throwing rocks at old couples in the park

Catra: why should they get to be happy???