“Oh.

I’m. . . Not so sure about the kid you’re seeing but as for. . . As for 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹. . . Yeah. I’ve been seeing her around, too. I’ve been thinking it’s just in my head this whole time. But if you’re seeing her, do you think she’s - - ?”

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❛ 𝘞𝘌 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝐁͟𝐀͟𝐃͟ 𝐃͟𝐀͟𝐘͟𝐒͟ , ᴮᵁᵀ ᵂᴱ ᴸᴱᴬᴿᴺ , 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 .ᐟ

Depends on what you’re seeing.

/ sounds about right tbh ( it’s awful )

He’s taking the time to peek at some of the blueprints she got in hand, some sketched ideas attached in a note, some more of it scattered around the table.

“Could be a good idea. Maybe just separate the chamber with the fireworks a bit, have it point all the way up. What’s the powder for, anyway?”

What she says only earns a smile. And his eyes only returns to her, studying as much as he could of her face.

“Then, I’ll help with that, too.” He declares, finally shifting his gaze to her new little project.

“What are you working on?”

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𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲 gave me some 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀, and I realize now that it’s my 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆 to 𝘂𝘀𝗲 them. . .  Without 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁. . .  Without 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. . .

And that means 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿-𝗠𝗮𝗻 is going into 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 again!
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« he immediately shifts his gaze elsewhere, “You, uh. . . You don’t mind if I stick around for a bit, do you?”

“Yeah. I’m worried about that, too. . .” He chuckles, placing his hands right onto the table as he leaned his weight against it.

“Of course. Anytime.” He smiles, meeting her gaze, finding himself getting lost in it for longer than intended, and »

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“ I want to tear that laugh from her throat forever. “

( an independent portrayal of
caitlyn kiramman from arcane)

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❛ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❜

— #arcanerp | #mvrp
alternate universe powder.

« just some distance away from whatever it was she was currently working on.

“Last thing I need is for you to blow yourself up.”

“Yeah. I know,” He trails off, approaching her and her worktable, “But I saw some of your notes. And these weren’t going to go get themselves.”

He’s carefully placing each item and part on the table, »

𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱 & 𝐄𝐤𝐤𝐨 — @hewhoshatteredtime.bsky.social

𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒙'𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕

Jinx tightens a tube around her neck powder and confetti launcher in a shack someplace off.

She paused and hears footsteps approaching. Her eyes narrow, taking out zapper and aims.

The door opens and she tilted her head.

"Ekko?"

“Just me,” He answers, his hands up, or as much of it as he could spare, at least. His arms were still pretty much occupied, full of scrapped parts of various things, most of which were, well. . . 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, “Mind if you put that down? Pretty sensitive parts here.”

━─┈ an independent portrayal of ekko, the boy who shattered time. potential mature themes ahead. descriptive and literate. ships with chem ( ms ) . crossovers welcome.

# 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 .

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Sometimes, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗉 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 means 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱.
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« almost as if in fear she’ll just disappear if he even dared let go.

« Everything’s never been more clearer. She’s 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹. She’s here.

A spill of emotions. Tears welling up in his eyes. The smile written all over his lips. And before he even really knew it, he’ll be finding himself hugging her, and hugging her tightly, »

« And he ended up being blasted over to the board, dazed, which is why. . . He thought he was just seeing things. . . Not thinking clearly. . . He could still be.

But the more he looks at her, the closer she gets, the fact that he could touch her cheek with his fingers. . . That grin. . . »

« All the written and drawn decorations scattered about and all over the place.

He was still at the hideout. Her - - The other 𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 hideout. His chosen location for his new project: The recreation of the 𝗭𝗲𝗿𝗼-𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆 𝗖𝗲𝗹𝗹.

An initial test. »

“My world - - ?”

There’s a look of confusion in his face, at first. But it doesn’t take him long to finally turn around so he could look over his surroundings. The old turbine they’re standing on. The little tents. The lights. The desks, tables, and the little gizmos inhabiting in them. »