account est. 2012. 23. she/her. afab. queer. men and minors dni.
47 posts
wishing i could put everyone in my pocket when i see her in october
All of you going to see her on tour, please know I am with you in spirit
do you guys fuck w femmes that like to dress masc sometimes? ;;;
cause i loooove dressing very fem, don’t get me wrong! but it feels different than dressing masc, idk how to explain it but i feel more comfortable dressing masculine, it’s like my comfy go-to but dressing fem?? i love it, it makes me feel more confident and cute! but yeah sometimes it just feels more natural for me to dress more masc…
”my daughter is fine”
your daughter dreams of a middle-aged woman taking advantage of her and using her whatever way she wants to and then praising her for being a good girl
i'm going to be honest with you kitten, daddy is done seeing all the posts pushing docility and misogynistic beauty standards onto femmes as a femme who only wears makeup on occasion and has a dominant personality
so obsessed with her
just wanna show off my jinx nails and my hair with the Arctic Fox Vi hair dye K BYE
need a diddy freak off fic; except it’s only me, sevika, vi, caitlyn and mel
You and Sevika had grown too close for her comfort. You leave and then make the first call to her months later.
Smoke rose from Sevikas lips as she exhaled a deep sign following a drag from her cigarette. The weight in her chest sunk deeper and deeper as she looked out at the night sky. A longing for connection. The same connection she had cut off just a few months prior. Now she had one-night stands with any broad willing to come home with her. The short sex with no meaning. Sevika, holding a woman whose name she has refused to remember. Laying still until a soft snore can be heard so she can get up and sit on the balcony of her apartment looking at the vast nothingness above her.
A vibration in her pocket stopped her thoughts. You. It’s as if Sevika had suddenly lost all of her hearing. Memories flooded her brain. The love. The happiness. The fights. She answered.
“Honey, why you calling me so late?” Sevika whispered. A rustling coming from the room attached to the patio reminded Sevika that she wasn’t alone. Soft cries coming from the other end of the phone gained her attention. Sevikas eyes widened at the sound. “Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?”
“Sevika, I miss you.” You hadn’t called since the big fight. Months of hearing nothing made Sevika think you had moved on. Maybe even forgotten about her. The agony of not knowing where you had gone, or who you were staying with.
“It’s really good to hear your voice, saying my name.” Sevika took a breath. A teardrop falling from her chin onto her flesh hand. She hadn’t even noticed she was crying. A rare occasion that Sevika would cry, but it always surprised her when it happened. “I guess we never really moved on.” A joking tone in the older womens voice.
A tone shifted. “Moved on? How could I have? I gave every piece of me to you, and yet it wasn’t enough to be in a serious relationship with you.” You took a breath. “I can’t stop dreaming of you. Of you holding me, kissing me. The way you’d wrap your arms around me when we slept. How you’d come home late at night and carry me from the couch to the bed. The way we’d wake up and just stare into each other's eyes for as long as we could without even speaking. I dream of us every night. It haunts me.” When your tangent was done you realize it was your turn to hear sobbing on the opposite line.
Sevika openly sobbing was a vulnerable thing. Something that you had only witnessed once before. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Was being repeated over and over again. Sevika had shut you out before this moment. She realised that her work was dangerous and tensions were high.
She made it very clear to you that she didn’t want you staying over anymore. So that was the first step, you collected your things and went back to renting a room with your friends. She then started to ignore you when you approached her at The Last Drop. You remember it so clearly. “Just back off.” The words stung as if she had just slapped you across your face.
The two of you had never disclosed a title to your odd relationship, but domestic it was. Was that what had scared Sevika off? The way you wash her clothes, the way you clean the house and cook her dinner every night. Was Sevika so uncomfortable with the thought of somebody caring so much that it made her shut out the only person in the world she cared about?
A shaky breath filled the short silence. “Come to me. Tomorrow. I need to see you.” Sevika said.
“Okay.”
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Sooooo this is the first thing I have written in literal years. It's a bit (allot) shaky, but I kept listening to this song and thinking of Sevika!!! If you've read this far THANK YOU and I hope you enjoyed this little blurb I've made. K BYE <3
hihihi sooooo i totally ghosted and haven't posted like i said i would. i've been stuck on homework and my son has been tearing my house apart, BUT i am down two glasses of wine and am currently typing a wonderfully angst filled fic about sevika and i am determined to get it done in one sitting !!!
"oh you still use tumblr? can I see?" no. that's where I keep my demons
new animation, this time for arcane! took about a month, so im extra proud with how it came out!! ^^ hope you enjoy!
Save me lesbian jayvik save me
my Male x Sevika headcanon would be that she dumps you and sleeps with your mother
sevika: again with the eye, okay, you want me to call your mother?
kids: no!!
sevika: works every time haha they're scared to death of her- ah!
you: call me for what?
sevika: oh! hi, my love
also might be showing my age here, but can we agree that Sevika gives very much Unc status?? obviously in a butch way but still
working on a fanfic recommendation list! it’ll be out tonight <3
just read the NASA caitvi fic… am i crazy to think the storyline would be a box office hit romcom????
Thank you for all the Sevika x reader fics. In the past week I've been a mechanic, a prostitute, a cowboy's daughter, a princess, a Piltover council assistant, a thief, a doctor, an assassin, a spy, a test subject, a femme, a masc, a butch, a pillow princess, a bottom, a top, a vastaya, a brat, an office worker, a female dad, a gym trainer, a hair stylist, a rock star, Silco's second daughter, a surgeon, an enforcer, and always always a raging dyke.
Keep up the good work :) you are feeding the people
Now that arcane is over im seriously starting to doubt its “inclusion”
Mel being the disposable black girlfriend
Sky existing solely for the development of a white man (viktor)
Ekko and sevika both dedicating their lives to the betterment of zaun and getting absolutely 0 recognition and instead being favored for the white girl that didn’t even want the position (jinx)
Ekko having no personal development outside of jinx (white girl) and his only real purpose in arcane being to save the day and never being mentioned again
Silco being an antisemitic stereotype
Sevika being called an ogre by a white girl?????
Now that I’m actually looking at this shit, it kinda sucks. And when you consider the fact that the whole p/z conflict was thrown out the fucking window with the “both sides are bad” p.o.v + the fact that the whole reason the p/z conflict exists in the first place is because of ship angst, it feels like they never cared about any of it. The inclusion, the commentary, the mindfulness, it was all fake. Like damn. They really dont give a shit and never did. Its all just racism in pretty packaging :/
inspo for my next fic 🤪🥸🦾🦶🏻👄🦶🏻
some new sevika frames from act 2 !!!