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IT STARTED OUT AS A WARM UP SCRIBBLE OF DON I DUNNO WHAT HAPPENED
Roy and Riza just look so good in flower crowns
Jinx's braids are insane. While I love her character design I low key want her to cut them in S2, to witness the absolute euphoria she'll feel the moment she liberates herself from all this weight.
Jinx Model 3D & Texturing by Thibaut Granet
Jinx and Her Braids
Ik Jinx’s braids are a part of her LoL design from before Arcane was even a whisper on the Undercity’s streets, but I have to dig into this a bit
Because Jinx, this “free agent of chaos” runs around town, doing jump scares and seeming to be everywhere at once with braids that are the length of her gd body–and anyone who has chopped off even a foot of hair can tell you, hair can feel pretty heavy. She’s not just dodging hits and hoverboards with lightening speed–she’s doing it with weights attached to her skull.
Warning: I do math and then make sad conclusions about Jinx’s motives
Ok, so first things first, I looked up how much hair weighs. I found this video of of a woman weighing, what she claims to be, 4 feet of unbraided hair and when she braids it, the braid coming off her head weighs about ½ a pound.
Based on that concept art that’s been circulating, Jinx is 5′3″ and her braided hair seems to reach about ankle length.
I’m 5′2″–not far off from Jinx’s height– and my ankles are about 2 inches off of the ground, so the distance from my head to ankle is 5 feet. I’d then say that Jinx’s braided hair hits roughly 5 feet down her body. This would mean that her hair has to weigh at minimum .6-.7 lbs.
But considering that unbraided hair is longer than braided hair, we can assume Jinx’s hair is even longer than 5 feet.
And in the video I found, the woman wasn’t using a hairtie, ½ a pound was the sheer weight of her braid, meanwhile Jinx is running around with either metal or leather bracelets in her hair. Either of which could bring the weight up to a solid 1 lb or even 2-4lbs depending on if they’re metal or not. (And I definitely think most of them are metal)
All to say, I think we’d be more than generous in merely rounding up to 1lb, and that we could easily say her hair weighs at least 2 lbs or more. So she’s running around, dodging hits and hoverboards with at least an extra pound of weight counterbalancing every turn she makes with her head.
Talk about ow? Talk about headache? Talk about seeing red every time a door closes on your hair or you sit on your hair without enough slack so you have to shift and reposition yourself so your hair is out from under you just you can sit down but all the while your skull is throbbing because your hair is an unrelenting weight on your already really heavy skull?
So, as a Jinx character question, I have to ask why?
Why have this super long hair that has to hurt more than it’s really worth (worth functionality wise)? Cause also it takes commitment to grow your hair that long. You really mean to tell me Jinx never had a breakdown and took a pair of scissors to her locks? (like what clearly happened with Powder’s bangs). Having hair that long is intentional. It takes a long time to grow hair that long. Like years and years and one snip would make for shorter hair when we see her later “all growed up.”
I’d bet Jinx hasn’t cut her hair since before Vi “left.”
The ends of her braids is probably the hair that was on her head when the Vander-family was still together. A possible, but probably out there theory could be that Jinx never cut her hair because it was a way to keep something of herself that she had when she was Powder. (Someone from a culture with a an emphasis on hair braiding could speak more to this than I)
But, knowing this little meow meow, it’s probably because she wants the pain on her skull. Some kind of physical manifestation of the pain happening inside her head from the extra voices her trauma crammed into her mind.
Also, she went from one braid as Powder (copying their Mom’s one braid) to two as Jinx. And if she kept the length for the pain then I like to think she made it two braids because of Mylo and Claggor–the two “ghosts” we see on her backside, over her braids, in episode 6. The braids are the physical manifestations of the weights of their deaths and how it weighs on her psyche.
Thoughts welcome. It’s such an inefficient fashion choice that I’m fascinated.
Caitlyn + being protective of Vi
“You helped a woman give birth and saved her and her baby,
you gave me an arm and leg so I could stand up again.
Your hands aren’t made for killing people,
they are for helping them”
☆ jinx's body appreciation post part II ! (◠‿・)—☆
🖇·˚ ༘ yayyayyy part two cuz she's pretty and i love her!! (✿ ♡‿♡)
☆ jinx's body appreciation post !! (◠‿・)—☆
🖇·˚ ༘ i haven't seen anyone making an appreciation post for jinx's beautiful body, so I'm doing it! ♡(> ਊ <)♡
Reblogging to the OC blog
When your girlfriend is badass
Whumptober: Rise and Shine... Turtle? I Think? (3/3)
After the crash and his kidnapping (could he even call it that? He was already a captive), Leonardo was passed from hand to hand. He went halfway across the country, and then further. They ended up bouncing him across countries, sending him to almost every corner of the world so that multiple people could use him as an attraction, an exotic animal.
He refused to say pet. He was not a pet. The word felt like a toxin on his tongue and in his mind, bitter and sour and bad.
His appearance in private collections called scientists, reports, journalists, the press, everyone who wanted to see what he was. Of course, his existence was not something that people wanted to share. He didn't know a lot about his situation, but he did know that there was a lot of money paid to keep people quiet.
Still, that might have been a dream, or some hallucination. To keep him quiet while moving around, Leonardo was drugged in mass quantities. At that point, he was numb or asleep half the time. Sometimes, though, he'd remember the people he left, suddenly dragged out of the fog. He remembered falling, knowing that he wasn't going to come back. He remembered a violent fight with some sedative, trying to stay awake because people needed him.
It made him sick. He preferred not to remember, and fell back under the influence of the drugs.
Leonardo spent a lot of time getting moved around, unaware of most of it. One day, though, he couldn't sleep at all. He was sick and trembling, unable to move but barely able to do anything else. It clicked that he was addicted. He wanted to throw up.
He could only lay still in the newest enclosure stopping point when somebody came in. There was silence for several minutes, then-
The sound of someone loading a gun was familiar to him after years of fighting Purple Dragons. He froze, did not try to move out of the way, senses and reflexes horrifically dulled.
For a second, he mourned the person he used to be. The one who would fight back, who would run out of the line of fire and immediately disarm whoever was wielding the weapon. Instead, he laid there quietly, sighed softly...
%%%
...And opened his eyes to a sterile, cold, white room.
It was all a dream, he told himself, you never left here. They've been messing with your head.
It was so real, though. The dream was so vivid, he had thought it was real. To say the least, he was unnerved.
Leonardo sat up and leaned against the wall, then felt himself over to see if he was injured at all. Feeling nothing out of sorts, he let out a short sigh of relief. Good, it really WAS just a dream.
The voice over intercoms wasn't, though.
“Good. You’re finally awake.”
Leonardo's heart thrummed loudly, so loud he couldn't hear anything else between that and the blood rushing in his ears. Distantly, he recognized that voice. It was the same person who was making ransoms for him and said that he would make a great subject.
“Don’t worry,” They soothed, as if that was what he was worried about, “That was all in your head, an unfortunate effect of the sedatives.”
That sent him reeling. Now that, that, was something to be worried about. However, he wasn’t really that surprised. He’d had various experiences with tranquilizers throughout the time that he had been stuck with humans.
Still, his heart rate picked up, hammering against his plastron like it was trying to free itself, trying to get a lifetime of beats in before it was, suddenly and untimely, stopped.
He couldn’t breathe. There was silence, the person on comms wasn’t speaking anymore, but it felt too loud even so. Something was in his lungs, and he couldn’t breathe- He couldn’t breathe-
Across the room, a door opened.
%%%
By the stars.
He was finally free.
Over the past (he assumed) few months, he had eyed every possible exit, risky or not, and constantly sized up their security, just in case. His plan had worked, too. Maybe he was a little busted up, and sure, the shock collar they put on him was on the fritz, but he was in one piece and at that point, the area of the burn was numb.
(It probably wasn’t supposed to be numb. He was fairly certain he heard Donatello talking about how once burns got bad enough, they caused permanent nerve damage, which caused a lack of pain or complete numbness.)
(...Yeah, that burn was probably really bad.)
It didn’t help the mood at all that it was raining pretty hard, complete with thunder and lightning. When the collar beeped a few times, it suddenly occurred to him that they might be tracking him. The thought passed quickly and urgently, getting its message across with ease. He needed to hide.
Leonardo trusted his instinct, as that usually went well, and started running. Sure, he needed to find his family, but he also needed to not accidentally get them killed in the process. His captors would most likely find him soon, anyway. There were quite a few options he had for hiding places, but settled for an oceanside warehouse where they kept a lot of fishing equipment. That way, he might be able to escape into the water if anything went wrong. Swimming in the rain was nice, as long as he didn't get struck by lightning in the process.
As he came closer to the warehouse, he slowed down, waiting for the last worker there to lock up and leave. Maybe it would complicate things a bit, but he wasn't known as "The King of Lock Picking" for nothing. He'd just need two needles, or something like that. The windows were also always available.
The windows were also probably the better option.
Leonardo circled the building a few times before climbing up a small boat and breaking the window with a fishing hook he had found lying around. He rolled inside of it, and almost immediately got to trying to rip the collar off. They had to be tracking him, they wouldn’t just not track a human-sized turtle that suddenly landed in their lap. The fishing hook wouldn’t work. With how tight the collar was on him, he would probably accidentally hook it into his skin. Not only that, but he couldn’t feel any kind of buckle or clip that might help him out. He really was stuck. That numbness in the burn was suddenly a very good thing.
Something pounded on the door and his heart leaped into his throat. He was right, he was right he was right they were tracking him they found him-
No. No, there was no time for panicking. He had to act fast or get taken back there, and that wasn’t something he wanted. His gaze flitted around the room, wild and panicked, before he settled for climbing up into the rafters and huddling up there.
The pounding on the door got louder before it suddenly broke open, and people all in black and holding guns flooded in. They fanned out across the warehouse, looking for him in every nook and cranny, and talking in a language he didn’t understand.
He started to slink back over to the window, crouch-walking over the rafters and trying to make as little noise as possible to avoid getting noticed, but somebody finally looked up and pointed him out, yelling something to the others.
One of them raised a gun, and he bolted.
%%%
So, as it turned out, like many Americans, he forgot that there was a South America.
And apparently, that was where he ended up. He didn’t know where on the continent he was, but at least getting back home wouldn’t be such a big problem. Besides the walking. The walking would suck. Directions, at least, weren’t actually too hard to find. He had to steal a map here and there, and was constantly looking for road signs or any kind of signal about where he was in a language he could actually read, but slowly, he had found his way past the border and back into the United States.
So yay for him.
He had to keep wandering for a while, even if it wasn’t the best course of action, while trying to find a good enough map of the whole country and not just the state he was in- Which, happened to be Mississippi. At least it was more rural than it could be.
On his way, he found some kind of farmhouse that reminded him of the summer home April had. For a moment, he longed to be back home instead of across the country again, but it wasn’t like wishes were going to do anything for his journey. If he really wanted it, he reminded himself, then he should keep moving. The sun was going down, though, and from the lack of cars and lights, he considered that the people who owned it had left. It would make good shelter for the night, and he could recalibrate there.
Leonardo, as he had for the hundredth time, broke into the building and went to the highest floor he could to hide. Some people probably wouldn’t think that the top floor was the best place to go to, but with enhanced durability that pretty much no normal person has, it was great for a fast escape when he could just jump from a third story.
He settled down in the attic, between two cardboard boxes after clearing away the cobwebs between them and praying that there were no spiders left over. Almost as soon as he was tucked away, the door downstairs opened. Instinctively he wrinkled his beak. Of course somebody was coming home to a house broken into, of course he was going to get trapped there while waiting for them to leave-
That wasn’t somebody coming home. Somebody seeing marks from a break in would have screamed and called the police, or completely left and then called 911. Instead, he heard them pause downstairs, before they started coming up.
They were coming to the attic.
It had to be one of his captors. They’d been tracking him the entire time, but he always managed to dodge them, how had they managed to catch up? Maybe he had paused for too long, or got distracted, or maybe they were just getting faster in order to keep up with the pace he was setting. Either way, they might have found him. He moved further back and pressed himself against the slanted ceiling, making himself as small as he could to fit at the very back of his hiding as the door opened. He could hear beeping, and all of a sudden, the collar he had beeped too.
Crap.
He could only watch as the white light of a flashlight appeared and scanned the floor, getting closer and closer by the second. His breathing hitched when it settled by the entry to his hiding spot, then settled on him. Leonardo had to squint when the blinding light hit his eyes. He didn’t want to have to look away, not when he was in danger. Somebody leaned down and looked him over. From the looks of it, they were no normal homeowner. In fact, he was probably right. They were probably somebody tracking him. A small smile graced their face as they drew a gun. A small pistol, most likely not enough to kill him if they were to shoot at him, but probably more for putting him in enough pain to immobilize him.
They pulled the trigger.
The gun only clicked.
Almost immediately, they froze, realizing that they had messed up.
Leonardo let himself smirk, then rolled onto all fours and lunged at them, knocking them out of the way and running off. If he could help it, he would get out before they figured out what was up with their weapon.
And, as long as he was smart about it, he would be out of Mississippi before they could give chase and catch up.
God, he hated this road trip.
cw: gun
"I CAN BARELY HEAR ANYTHING ANYMORE! THE RINGING IS SO LOUD!"
[Start ID. A drawing of V1 from Ultrakill in blue, yellow and red against a black background. It appears to be sliding to the left while midair, albeit with one leg bent and a wing splayed outward, gripping a gun and aiming it indirectly at the screen. Blood sprays from a couple broken wires and litters its body. End ID]
so I've been playing ULTRAKILL recently
