Author's note: If "whimstical" had a definition, it'd be this fic. I drew a band logo for my cospoor metalhead Jinx and something with that concept hasn't really left. Add real life headbutting me in the teeth and glimpses of this would casually creep my mind to keep some sanity. Then, of course, to deprive me of said sanity.
There are a bunch of music references and links at the end notes.
Warning: self-harm references, depressive thoughts, discussions about therapy and teenagers making out.
Disclaimer: Band names and logo are mine. Pentakill is not they're just mentioned for fun. Links at the end have more inspirations. And this whole little shenanigan AU comes from this head. Don't own Arcane and deeply wish I could get some of that quality writing because holy shit.
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"So?" Jinx asked, barely able to control her excitement and honestly not giving nearly enough time for Ekko to form a coherent opinion. "What d'ya think? Too loud? The vocals' too drowned out? I wanted them to get louder as the song plays."
"Well..."
"Oh, here, that drum beat sounds like I messed up, doesn't it?"
"I didn't hear anything."
"Shit, I knew the mixing wasn't right..."
"No, Jinx, you just don't let me hear the song," Ekko managed to say and Jinx jolted up.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry..." She giggled and tried to keep herself in check by sitting down in a tight ball on her chair by the computer, hoping physically restraining herself would help to leash her mind too. Sucess rate was questionable, as she had to do something while she waited for his reaction and started to rock back and forth while her screaming vocals grew in intensity in the track. She studied Ekko attentively, but he was only looking at the lyrics sheet in front of him.
Jinx was almost bursting to speak up and suddenly the song seemed neverending, why would anyone want to hear this ever, it seemed to go on in loop and not in a good way. Finally, the frown on his face deepened.
"What?" she perked up immediately.
"Lyrics are kinda dark, not gonna lie," Ekko replied.
"It's too cringy? Too annoying? Too much screaming? I knew I was overdoing it..." And they hadn't even got to the last scream, dammit... She wasn't gonna show him the lyrics, but upon some thinking (and because she was proud of how the verses turned out and conveyed her point) she showed him her scrambled notes. Now she was second guessing the whole thing with that frown.
"No, no," Ekko told her, but Jinx's concern wasn't entirely unfounded, because Ekko was a bit concerned. He was used to read and write some pretty raw stuff in his and his crew's raps, uncomfortable truths and unfiltered anger, which was why he could get behind Vander's old band stuff for instance, even though he'd never been a metal fan to begin with. He respected musicians and artists in whatever shape or color they came, people who spilled their guts with ink to paper and exorcized it out their system through a beat; he knew how that helped keep someone sane. And although he had read bits of Jinx's writing before, it seemed different to see it by her hand at the same time it was spoken (screamed). It was dark. Angry. Words of worthlessness, hopelessness, self harm and death that would be more metaphorical in later songs but were pretty explicit in that one. And more than angry, they were sad.
"Well? Then what?" she asked, her nervousness roughning up her voice and turning it into a demand as she paused the track.
"You know screaming isn't really my thing, but well, the screams are effective. The emotion is all there," Ekko restarted. He didn't want to erase the light that brightened Jinx's eyes, so he tried to tread carefully. "It's just... dark. You can feel the contempt."
"Thanks! I admit, I'm kinda proud of the lyrics, it was easier than writing the music..."
"But these paint a... it's a pretty depressive picture."
"Oh."
"At least this one," Ekko hurried to add after seeing precisely what he feared. Jinx giggled nervously, which he knew how to interpret. "...not just this one, huh?"
"I have a song about having fun!" she said as if justifying herself. It was probably best not show him those lyrics though. "Come on, screamy screamy music is good for the soul. Gets the stress right outta you."
"I know it's art and we can show a lot of different stuff through art, but these are personal," Ekko said, holding the scribbled paper sheet.
Jinx fought against it, but she couldn't help feel disencouraged. Of course she knew why Ekko was saying that - he was worried. They all were. Jinx hadn't centered her EP on a concept but rather the feeling towards someone. It was the name of her one-man band, it was the name of the album, it was in her name.
"Must've felt great to get this out," Ekko added, unable to stop the sad tone in his voice though.
Jinx brightened up again despite it. "It was. Even more so to scream it out."
Ekko breathed out a laugh when she screeched, mimicking one of the more raw unpolished screams on the track. Jinx could sing clean vocals, and she could do some decently crisp screams and growls, but with most tracks that wasn't the message she was trying to send.
Ekko flipped through the pages, reading the songs' titles until he stopped on the scrapped designs and final look of the logo for Jinxed, all symmetrical sharp edges and spikes, dripping blood and demonic-looking with its oversized X in the middle. He doubted he'd be able to read what was written if he didn't already know the name, but Jinx had already told him the corrosiveness of the designs were meant to reflect the bands and deflect the normies anyway.
"Damn, this looks badass! Why didn't you show me this already?"
"It does look kinda cool if I dare say so myself," Jinx laughed. "I've painted a crop top for me, here, let me show you."
She scavaged through a pile of things, leaving them more chaotic then they - and the entire bedroom - already were. She pulled the crop top she was already wearing over her head (leaving Ekko in a momentary brain shutdown as he often was whenever he saw her boobs), pulling off her 'I hate people' beanie on the way and shoved on the black crop top with the same logo handpainted in white acrylics.
"Could paint you a t-shirt too if you want."
"Huh-uh."
"Huh, let me guess. Boobies?" Jinx groaned loudly. "Come on, you've already seen them a thousand times by now, I need you focused!"
"You're the one who distracted me!"
"We'll have time to make out later! Focus. How does it look?" She pointed to the design. Now all he could think were the boobs underneath it. Damn hormones.
"Okay, okay," he told himself, clearing his throat and hopefully his mind and looking down at the logo on the paper. "Yeah, I love the design. Looks pretty metal."
"Thanks. See? Can't be singing about flowers and blue skies with that logo, can I? Has to keep a theme!"
"Says the one that plays the meme guitar," Ekko sneered, and side eyeing the guitar in question further helped him to focus on the conversation again. It was the ugliest and most unreal thing in the world, a blender-made guitar with a shark design, complete with the fin as the headstock, and Jinx loved it with a passion. She had customized it and given it her Jinx-look with glow-in-the-dark paints, but there was nothing to be done about the base product.
"Hey! No badmouthing Fishbones! He's the most badass guitar in the world!" They both laughed.
"How could they play political songs with a guitar looking like that, I'll never know," Ekko said between laughs.
"Don't let Silco hear you, he loves his guitar even though he pretends he doesn't."
"Well, you own it now, so I can be honest about the meme guitar."
"Hey! What'd I say?"
"It's a goddamn shark guitar and Silco used to go by Shark, how lame is that? That's some Moon Moon shit!"
"It's perfect!"
"It's a meme!"
"Nuh-uh! Already told you, don't get Fishbones angry or he'll bite off your head! Then who's gonna appreciate my art and boobies?" She jumped up to pick the guitar, flinging it up like a grotesque puppet and dropping her voice into a mock of an old man: "I'll bite your head clean off, Little Man!"
They laughed for a bit thanks to that. Jinx lowered the guitar leisurely (it was her guitar now, she had named it and fully embraced it, so she treated it the same way she did everything else) and showed him some of the next tracks (and kept the lyrics off his hands) and they discussed the rhythm and flow of the sound, as Ekko was the best on that regard. He really liked how much Jinx had improved on the drums, finally giving in after much insistence from Ekko and Vi to ask Vander for tips ("Why waste a teacher like that? You love his playing and you know he'd love to teach you", they had told her more than once), and she had some decent lead guitar solos for the songs that weren't overly depressed. Even keyboards on a song.
As the five-track EP grew to a close, Jinx wanted to go out with a bang and was particularly nervous about the last song. She had wanted to feature her dads in her EP, which any fan of Rat Nation would've been over the moon to hear playing again after their tragic and nasty breakup eleven years ago. Even if her music was very different thematic-wise from the one they played, it was still mostly death metal centered so the fans'd be happy, she mused. The decision to join them in the same track hadn't been as clean cut though; she had two different songs in mind for them to play, happy enough with the knowledge they'd both feature in the EP. But as she kept writing the lyrics and thought of the music, she realized how much it'd make sense if they were together in it.
She had been so excited when she asked Silco. His shock had made her go one-eighty on the whole thing, even after he told her it was a good idea and she had done nothing wrong in asking him. He knew she never meant for them to record together, but Jinx feared he had perhaps thought that, like some childish mischievious plan to make them reconcile (she really didn't, she knew the stuff between them was bad, she wanted them both in because they were important to her, just that) and it had thrown her into a downright panic attack. It did prepare her for when she asked Vander and his reaction was similar, but she already behaved much better with Silco's reassurances and encouragements in her mind.
Now, she was holding her breath when the track started playing, studying Ekko closely again.
Ekko smiled in recognition of Vander's drumming, and immediately recognized Silco's guitar playing when it came in. Jinx had told him they'd both feature, but not in the same track. For all the dislike he felt for the man, there was no getting around the fact the guy could play, and clearly hadn't lost his touch even after endowing his meme guitar to his daughter (because, like it or not, she was his daughter as much as Vander's).
"Have you showed them yet?"
"Nope. You're the first listening to the EP, actually."
"Oh. Really?" Ekko was flattered and flustered. "Thanks."
"Don't flatter yourself!" Jinx jested, throwing him a monkey plushie she'd sewn and hitting him square in the face.
"Vander's still got it." He knew it, as Ekko too had asked him several time for drum beats to work with, plus he had taught Vi too, but this was definitely his lane and you could feel it.
He seemed to want to say something else but wanted to wait for the song to end, which Jinx didn't know she was relieved for or not. She focused on the instrumental more than her voice and words, and finally the EP ended. She twisted her hands, nervous giggle bubbling up.
"So, it's done. Whaddya think?" Ekko barely had time to open his mouth before she started talking over again. "It's too much of a mess, isn't it? Nothing matches with anything, I mean, is this depressive black metal? Maybe the first one, but then what's the rest? More melodeath or just death, is it metalcore? Blackened death? No, for sure. Why the hell are there so many subgenres? Every song is a different thing and this is just a mash of stuff. This is really just a mashed potato and it doesn't sound like anything-"
"Slow down," Ekko had to intervene, stopping Jinx in her tracks. "First off, I didn't understand a word of what you just said. To me, it's all metal, period."
"Ah, yeah, if only it were that easy..."
"Second of all, I think it sounds good," he continued. "I don't get behind the screaming, but your playing was cool. You even had keyboards in there. You play the whole thing by yourself, and mixed the whole thing. That's pretty great."
"Really?"
"Of course! I may not be the best to judge the other things, but I can say that. And look at that. You had both Silco and Vander play on your EP together."
"Not together, together..." she corrected, nitpicking.
"Still, that's an achievement! Must have been hard for you to ask them," Ekko guessed correctly, and Jinx nodded, telling him about both scenes. She didn't tell him about the panic attack though. "You know I just never understood the whole splitting up thing between them, to be honest."
Jinx looked at him and Ekko found himself thinking back his words, because he didn't want to upset her. That whole thing was kinda a sore spot for everyone involved.
"Think of it as a married couple splitting up kids, makes more sense," she shrugged. Only it had been three-one, not two each.
"Yeah, but like, were they a thing, like, ever? 'Cause Vander doesn't really look like he's into guys, and Silco... well, he just looks creepy af."
"Expected them to have rainbow stamps on their foreheads?" Jinx teased him and Ekko rolled his eyes.
"You know what I mean..."
"Why don't you just ask him?"
"Who, Silco?" Ekko blurted out and they both realized the stupidity of the question at the same time. Jinx, of course, wouldn't let it slide and burst out laughing.
"No, silly! Holy shit, I just imagined you asking him that."
"Yeah, thanks for picturing my death," Ekko mumbled, pouting.
"Nah, he wouldn't kill you. Just make you wish you were dead," Jinx corrected, grinning with mischief.
It was true, though.
"I don't know, it never felt right to ask Vander that. I was just, curious, y'know. Morbid curiosity." Literally, in that case. "Not my business to think about anyway."
"I think anyone who knows about this has to wonder a bit. Honestly though, their thing is so complicated they might as well have been together like that. It'd probably make things a whole lot simpler," Jinx said, playing with her hair as she thought on her own words. Yeah. It'd be much more simple if they were. "So they probably weren't. 'Platonic' with a capital P and a F for 'fucked up'. Old people really have more time to pile up shit, huh."
"Vander's not that old," Ekko protested, but had to laugh at Jinx's eyebrow arch.
"He's fifty now, and Silco's not far behind. They're both growing grey hair. They're old."
"Still, you got them to play! There's no one else in the world who'd've made them willingly share as little as the same timestamp on a song. Give yourself a pat on the back."
Jinx smiled, her confidence boosted all the way up, enough to push her luck beyond what said confidence could manage.
"You think Vi's gonna like it?" She felt her voice quiver immediately.
"Why wouldn't she? It's right up her alley too."
"Uh, she's much more Pentakill or Rat Nation than Jinxed."
"Same thing to me."
Jinx groaned again. "I really need to teach you some stuff about metal, man."
"Regardless, she'll like it. You're the one who made it, she'll obviously like it even more because of that."
"That's the reason why she might not like it," Jinx said between her teeth, not low enough for him not to catch it.
"Hey, come on. You know Vi loves you."
Jinx scoffed. "Why would she, now that she has her perfect little girlfriend?"
"I had my reservations about Cait too, not gonna lie," Ekko admitted. "But she's actually pretty cool, for a rich girl."
Another scoff. "I bet. You even call her 'Cait' now."
"Hey." Ekko called her, signalling the bed. "Come here."
"I already know whatcha gonna say," Jinx replied, pulling her knees to her chest and curling herself tighter on the chair.
"Come on. Please."
Jinx fought a not too subtle pout and slowly, like she really didn't want to, she unlaced her legs and slid off the chair, slumping on the mattress covered in a mess of bedsheets and making it bounce. Ekko wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
"You know you don't need to worry about Caitlyn. Vi loves you, and always will."
Jinx wanted to protest, but what for? She already knew all the nice supporting words he was gonna tell her, and as heartfelt as they might be, they didn't change the truth. The very fact they were having this conversation again and that he was saying them again, that Jinx had once again prompted this, was so annoying. How could anyone put up with her for more than five minutes when this was what she was, what she did, all the time?
Mylo didn't. He saw the mess she really was and didn't pretend to like it. For that, she could almost be grateful that he proved her point. And as soon as everyone else finally saw it too, they'd do the same.
Why would Vi be any different? Especially now she had someone so much more interesting and pretty and composed and sane and rich to keep her company. What was little annoying Powder, Jinx, compared to that? A damaged disposable good. No, not even that. A filled up trash bag.
Vi had already seen a glimpse of it once, and that hadn't gone well, had it.
Ekko would follow. He still stayed around despite the amount of times Jinx showed herself, but she was pushing her luck every time.
She actually did with him what she usually did with Silco, nestling on his lap and pulling him close to stop him from leaving at least for a little while longer, but this was her boyfriend, not her dad, so it was stupid, childish. She should be making out with him like she promised with the very cliché and suggestive "Silco isn't home", and what had they done instead so far? Just Ekko putting up with Jinx, her rambles and her screamy music he didn't like and now the same old reassurances no normal person would need. Yet again.
Ekko caressed her back up and down despite it, and his voice turned into a nice rumble background noise of positive but ultimately useless points of how Vi would do everything for Jinx, they were sisters and always would be, that she should never be afraid to ask for help from Vi or Vander or the boys, or Ekko for that matter, and Jinx echoed the same usual "I know"s that really meant she would avoid asking for help like the plague. She would do anything in her power to not make them worry about her, to not annoy them. So really, this whole EP thing was kinda stupid in retrospect wasn't it? She had already seen how Ekko reacted. Seems like she actually wanted to bother them and show them just how bad and damaged she really felt. Make them feel sad and blame themselves for something they weren't to blame for, show them the truth of the ugliness she had and that they should give up entirely, huh?
Maybe leave her altogether.
"No," she pleaded outloud, not really knowing to what she was replying Ekko.
"I think you should really think it through. You know nowadays people are much more understanding of it, I mean, how are we supposed to function in this shit world anyway? I think we all need it."
"What?" she asked, looking up at him. Their faces were very close. She could count Ekko's eyelashes. They were really pretty, as were the eyes under them.
"Therapy."
"Oh." Great topic. "No, thanks."
"Why not, Jinx? If it's 'cause that guy keeps being an asshole..."
"Silco isn't an asshole," Jinx corrected. "You say it like he's stopping me from going. I don't want to go."
"Well, he's not encouraging you to go either, is he?" Ekko refuted. He had never really got over when Jinx once told him Silco thought only weak people needed therapy. As if Ekko needed more reasons to dislike him.
"They just wanna pump you up with pills in therapy, right?"
"Jinx, that's not true," Ekko said vehemently, leaning a bit away from her and making Jinx pout. It had been so nice to be that close to him, why did they had to ruin it?
"What's therapy gonna fix? This is just how I am now, no one can change that."
"Therapy isn't gonna fix you, it's gonna help you feel better." At Jinx's snort, Ekko insisted: "It won't make things magically be alright, but it's a step in the right way, you know. It's not for weak people, no matter what that idiot Silco tells you."
"I've just changed! You've changed, Vi's changed, isn't that part of growing up?"
"What's wrong with having someone help you along when it gets tough?"
"Well, I have Silco!" she said even though she could see Ekko roll his eyes even before she had finished speaking. "And I have Vander and Vi and the boys. And I have you, don't I? Didn't you just say all that?"
"We're not therapists, Jinx."
"All this 'cause of some music lyrics," Jinx complained. Of course it had to be her fault. "It's death/depressive metal, it's supposed to be dark and heavy."
"No, not just 'cause of that, come on," Ekko tried, but Jinx talked over him.
"You wanna better therapy than creating things? How can I be depressed if I wrote and recorded five damn songs by myself?"
"It's therapeutic, not therapy."
"Uh, actually there's something called music therapy, y'know."
"Don't go technical on this," Ekko sighed and Jinx hopped in place, sitting over her legs and closing in on Ekko. She really didn't want to have this conversation. Any conversation, actually.
"You wanna go technical?" They had been apart for far too long, so she leaned over to him and pecked him on the nose. Ekko blinked, momentarily stunned, and it made her smile. She lowered her gaze first and moved her head after it, planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"You're just doing that to get me quiet," he said, his voice suddenly raspy as if he was short on breath.
"You can be loud if you want," Jinx teased him, kissing him on the cheek once, then on the ear, breathing so close it drove a shudder down his spine. "No one's home, after all."
That did absolutely nothing to improve Ekko's breathing and he shuddered like a leaf. Jinx grinned widely and shuffled closer to him, brushing her fingers from his nape to his hair as she sat over his legs, feeling his hands immediately on her back while she seemingly studied his features to decide the next place she'd touch with her lips. His own lips were ajar, too adorable to ignore, so she chose them again.
"We were having a serious conversation," Ekko tried but Jinx hummed against his lips, making it hard to not immitate her.
"We've had enough conversation. It's make out time."
"Mm, I hear you," Ekko whispered, brushing her back slowly.
"Good. Otherwise I'd have to screech again," she joked, giving a breathy mock of a shriek that made Ekko giggle. It was such a nice sound she wanted to hear it again, so she tickled him on the side.
"Hey!"
"Oh, ticklish, huh?"
"You already know... don't!" Ekko claimed in vain as Jinx cackled and tickled him again. He crumbled under it with a strained laugh and sent them both against the bed, Jinx looking victorious and proud. It made the tickles worth it, Ekko thought to himself.
She had that same look on her beautiful face while she slowly brushed her fingers on the sides of his face, again like she was studying him, finding him worth the attention to take in all his details like one of her works of art. It was overpowering. Jinx - Powder, who he liked and thought was the most beautiful creature in the world since they were tiny kids - looked at him in a way that stripped him to his core. She wanted to be with him. They weren't technically official yet, mostly just because they didn't feel the need to say it if they both knew it, but they were together for months now and almost everyone who should know knew about it, and still whenever they kissed, whenever they had a bit more time to make out and play around like this, he'd find himself overwhelmed by the feeling of her warm skin, how soft her hair was, how nice she smelled, how good it was to kiss her, and how he'd want to do it all again.
Ekko let her know all that in soft words, because he could never say it enough times and Jinx could never hear it enough times. Their kisses kept playful as they gently tugged at each other to figure out who'd stay on top, though they kept losing and rewarding the winner with kisses and hugs that kept lacing and unlacing as hands brushed up and down each others' arms. On one of the times she was over him, Jinx traced her fingers over his chest and moved painfully slow down to his stomach, making a way under the fabric and touching the skin that felt like it might be on fire. Ekko moaned softly and quickly mimicked the movements on her body, but Jinx stopped her touches on him and instead moved to guide his on her, helping him pull her crop top off. Ekko gasped, slighly embarrassed by his own reaction, but Jinx kissed his shock away with a satisfied smile for still causing the same effect in him.
They hadn't had sex yet. Not all the way. Fooled and gropped around, but not much beyond that. They were both happy with that, but Ekko couldn't hide the fact he felt a whole other type of hot when he saw Jinx naked, even if just her breasts.
They changed positions again, Ekko too impatient to let Jinx undress his shirt and just did it himself, but he made up for it by giving her renewed attention. They manouvered around Jinx's long blue braids so he could kiss her breasts, his fingers on the side of her body before they softly focused on her new tattoos, tracing the twirls in the clouds with feather-light touches that sent wonderful goosebumps all over Jinx's body. It was her turn to moan, not as low as Ekko before, and she kept her hands busy brushing Ekko's arms and back, that physical constant that he was there, that he liked to be with her. He loved her tattoos, and although he could see them most of the time, it was different now, to have them fully exposed for him to appreciate, to cover the skin the needles had pierced with gentle caresses. Vi had liked them too, but Mylo and Claggor hadn't said much at all. Vander had smiled as if in defeat that she had got the tattoos against everyone's advice, and Silco hadn't been too happy about that when he saw them, but now it wasn't really time to think about any of that. She had to focus on Ekko. Focus.
Focus, goddamnit.
She pulled him against her, crushing herself for a moment under his weight before he could regain his support on his elbows and she immediately missed the connection, the weight that didn't let her breathe but that, for once, was due to a tangible thing. Jinx held his face between her hands, blue eyes meeting brown before she kissed him deeper than they had for far. Ekko gave in under the strength of her pulling him over onto her, and soon they were both gasping for air, their faces so close they were a blur.
Ekko leaned to the side and Jinx slid her body over to top him again, getting the braids out of the way to lay comfortably over him and to feel the thin sheen of sweat covering his chest, focused, grounded, leaning over him and kissing him and thinking perhaps she needed more now, this wasn't close enough, as close as she could be to him. They pressed their bodies tight in an embrace, naked hot skin against one another, and Jinx moved her hand lower in his body to the pressure she could feel there. Ekko gasped louder now, and she shushed him with her mouth. When Jinx moaned into the kiss, suddenly there was a key clanking sound and the front door of the house clicked open.
"Shit!" Jinx jolted off of Ekko like she'd been zapped. "Silco's home."
"Shit," he echoed, scrambling back up too while Jinx flew after her crop top and shoved it back on, glancing at the clock on the nightstand.
"He's back early. Shit, shit, shit..."
"Jinx? You're home?" Silco's voice came from the living room.
"Uh, yeah! Just a moment!" she squeaked, not masking the panic in her voice at all.
Ekko grimaced involuntarily at how guilty Jinx's panic made them both look. Silco was one of the people who knew they were a thing. And he didn't like it one bit. They didn't hide it, but they certainly didn't want to shove it on his creepyass face either. It wasn't about proving a point through teenage rebellion with him, more like conscious self-preservation.
"I need to talk with you when you can," Silco's voice was mufled but clear enough, and Jinx could tell he was stressed. It wasn't obvious, but she knew him too well.
"Just a moment!" Jinx squealed louder, now with a new layer of concern. Silco was supposed to be in a business meeting, so if he was back sooner and stressed out that couldn't be a good sign. She glanced hurriedly at Ekko while he struggled to find his t-shirt in the mess of clothes Jinx had on the floor, and it was her turn to cringe her face. Silco wasn't gonna be happy to know Ekko was there, and certainly not if they seemed so obviously ahem busy.
"My hair's a mess!" Jinx screeched under her breath, catching herself in the mirror and trying to iron flat all the ruffles on the top of her head. This wasn't gonna help her case! "Where's my beanie?!"
Ekko gaped, looking around aimlessly before he found it on the desk and threw it over to Jinx midway of pushing the t-shirt over his head.
"My face's a mess!" she gasped as she looked closer on the mirror at her slightly sweat-smudged make-up. "Shit, shit, shit...!"
Ekko tried fixing his hair a bit too while Jinx huffed to herself. How was she gonna do this? Yeah, Ekko had been there to listen to her songs. Innocent, all cool, Silco wouldn't need to be too mad. Yeah, they had also made out a bit. Not so innocent, not so cool, Silco would get a bit more mad. But like, he already knew about them anyway. What did he imagine would happen? He had been a teenager once too, right? Hormones and shit. He didn't like Ekko, and Ekko didn't like him. That didn't help. And to top it off, some shit must've boiled down with the barons, which would mean Silco had less patience than usual and that he'd have to deal with work stuff, stuff Ekko could not under any circumstance know about.
Okay, the priority was to take Ekko out of the house. It'd be much more easy if they didn't live in a third damn floor apartment building. Which honestly was a bit of a design flaw wasn't it, if Silco ever needed to flee from the cops or something? That was something she'd have to talk with him about.
Focus, goddamnit.
Screw it. What's the best way to pull off a band-aid?
"Well, best just get on with it, right?" Jinx asked rethorically, sending what felt like a cold punch to Ekko's gut.
"Jinx, don't," Ekko still managed to stay, but not even he was fast enough to stop her.
"Listen, I'm with Ekko! Don't freak out!"
There hadn't been much noise outside, but now there was a sepulchral silence.
"Oh."
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to be continued
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Author's Note: Links are hard to do on ffnet, so this is the best I can manage. It's best if you can go to ao3, it's all neatly linked there.
- For the Jinxed logo, here hannibalcatharsis-zero tumblr com /tagged/mycospoorjinx
- For the type of lyrics Jinx has written, "Life Sentence" by Chelsea Grin and both "Suicide On My Mind" and "Do You See Me Now" by Angtoria are good references. Sound-wise, it wouldn't be as slow as Angtoria though.
- For an idea of the more raw and unpolished vocals of her songs, I picture something like Mars Mantra's "Hopeless" or even "Mirrors of Failure".
- She'd definitely still have a more lighthearted "Get Jinxed" song. Probably just a little more metal.
- For the type of sound I picture Vander and Silco playing, "Evil in You" by Kalmah has my perfect mental reference for their respective drum and guitar playing.
- For the type of lyrics (and sound) their band would write, both "Using the Word" and "The Blind Leader" by Kalmah or "The oppressed will rise" by Mors Principium Est work nicely. Benzo would play bass and I don't know who'd play vocals and other guitar. Maybe Vi and Powder's parents, idk. Probably.
- For the Fishbones guitar and an amazing band-Silco fanart, here's the inspiration by Niku30 on twitter com /Niku30/status/1536020419253350402?s=20t=c6T0n6wcDHeqYdLF3Pnong
- "screamy screamy music" comes from the awesome videos of mattbevantt on Instagram instagram com /reel/CeOfiDpF0uv/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
- the "I hate people" beanie comes from A &. P Reacts channel instagram com /p/CdHCIqhp4zf/?hl=en
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