POWDER/JINX In ARCANE Season 2, Act 3

Open rp

Oil was scared

Terrified even

She'd played with technology she'd been warned was dangerous, straight from the mouth of a man who had played around with it. Who had seen the cause and effect.

She had thought she'd known better. Known More Idiot

So when the small device, she hadn't even given the damn thing a name, had dumped her, rudely on her ass, in an alleyway and had broken on her. She'd been pissed.

Then she'd taken a look around. Panicked.

This was not the Zaun she knew. Smog. No stars in the sky. The air felt charged. Instincts whispered 'bad. no safe. move'

So she'd stuffed the pieces of her broken folly into her backpack, and had hurried into a speed walk.

Where?

The Last Drop.

Safety Wrong

She had found a free table, somehow, in the darker area of the bar. Her eyes darting from person to person, dangerous looking, desperate looking. Trying to avoid eye contact. Not wanting to draw attention.

Possibly doing just that. She didn't know. Her hands tightened around the straps of her bag, trapped against her legs under the table. Her eyes now squeezed shut. Burning.

Fighting the urge to cry. Someone had to help her right?

Right?

OOC

(I've updated Oil's bio with a small appreance description, mostly for my own benefit so i have everything in one spot lmao but still~

It does use Jinx as a reference as thats what i'm currently doing, trying to figure out what stubborn lil things would have stuck after a couple of generations and which didn't.

Her mother's genes did a throw back to Ekko and her father irl's comparison would be Italian. I have lots to pull from)

OOC

(So Hi, this blog is majorly in a WIP status bubble while i shift it around from one OC to another BUT.

This is my rp blog for Oil, a very very self indulgent character lmao. She's a ship kid descendant (Hello fellow timebomb fans. sorry for the tag my loves) and i'm trying to decide what features should have been carried down so WIP FC is just Jinx until my sims behaves itself and I can hop in and fiddle around.

2 verses for her. 1 is set 100 years or so after the events of Arcane, 2 is set during the events of. So if anyone wants to come throw their rp character at mine. I am grabby hands'ing rn.

Okay thank you darlings mwuah~)

Well that was unexpected. (Closed)

repost of my attempt to draw arcane’s jinx, from insta. PLS EXCUSE THE RESOLUTION IDK WHY I MADE MY CANVAS SO SMALL 😭😭😭

Winter & Holiday Starters ❄️

Send one and I’ll write a starter based on: 

⛄️ – our muses build a snowman together ❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out 🍗 – our muses have to cook a holiday dinner together 🍷– our muses wake up hungover after an office party and don’t remember what happened ✈️ – our muses go on a holiday vacation together 🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap 💔 – our muses are both single on christmas 🎄 – our muses decorate for christmas 🍪 – our muses bake cookies together 🎁 – our muses exchange presents 🎤 – one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols 💋 – our muses kiss under the mistletoe   ⛸️ – our muses go ice skating 👼 – our muses go to church services   💲 – our muses go to the mall together to shop for presents ⭐– our muses get dressed up for a holiday party   

Jinx art I did recently‼️✨️

Headcanon: Religion and Superstitions

Oil wouldn't count herself as religious in any capacity. She's respectful but turns any attempt to convert her down as gently as she can. Skipping invites to gathering. Bowing her head if she's staying for a meal somewhere where they say a prayer or dump a part of their meal into the flames for their respective deities.

Superstitious however? All too much so

She'll knock on the side of a broken doorway in a ruin to announce herself before exploring.

Back before more of the mining entarances in Zaun were properly monitered, she used to wander through the old tunnels as a child. Hardhat on her head, light on to guide her way and a small carved figure of Janna clutched tightly in her little hand.

She has horseshoes above her outer doors, small bells hanging and salt along the bottom of the windows into the main street. She'll knock on wood to avoid speaking ill into the world, switching to knocking gently on the side of her head if no wooden item is around.

She is incredably superstitious

Powder learned her dance moves from her mother.

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