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HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH !!!!
This is an appreciation post for the Black voice actors (and any Black artists, animators and employees) that worked on Arcane ✊🏾💪🏿
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Black characters that are more than their trauma and oppression. More than what our own society says Black people are. Real representation even if it’s in an alternate universe.
Black people have never been as worthless as we’ve been told we were. Seeing Black characters be voiced by incredibly talented Black people in a massive show like Arcane will always make me feel proud 🫶🏾
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therealunknown666 · 2 months
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The Lesbianest Lesbian to have ever Lesbianed
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fyeahnix · 4 months
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HELLOOOO!!! I love your blog sm 💔💔💔 do you think you could do post argument with sev :(( I love her sm
Thanks so much!! :]
Let's see here...
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Arguments with Sevika don't happen very often, but when they do, flashes of her bad side come out. She doesn't open up easily, never has. You tend to need to pry her shell apart to get to the meat of the problem.
One such argument was the catalyst to learning about her in a way you never expected.
When you stole a glance over at Sevika, she sat with her head buried in her hands. Her bronze claws split her hair into locks. Distressed was an understatement but a fair assessment of her had a stranger sauntered into the room to survey the scene. A splatter of wood chips painted the floor. Broken coffee table, crouched on one leg. Defeated. The argument was hard to expel from your memory. The film rewound itself in your head again and again, oak snapping each time. Adrenaline ran high, and in your seat at the opposite end of the sofa, you mentally gathered all the bits of your composure that fell with the wooden gibs. Still, you didn't want to move. Couldn't move. Not until— "'M sorry." You turned to Sevika. "What?" Finally, she peeked out of her hands for eye contact. "I'm sorry." She sounded... deflated. Demoralized. Remorseful. And you knew her long enough to understand she never sounded any less than self-assured. Ever. As another half hour passed, you'd gathered the courage to inch closer to her. Reached out. It took a minute to coax her out of her guard but she let up and you climbed into her lap. "You... you know I'd never hurt you," she stated. Your response caught in your throat. You knew what she said to be true, but in that moment, acknowledging that was... difficult. You clutched at her black tank top. Her heart thumped quickly under your ear. "I am... I get—fuck." She was being careful with her words. You appreciated that. With a deep sigh, she continued. "I... never told you before, but. I have... I have a problem. A big one. I didn't want to tell you because I thought I had it under control. Jus' been stressed as hell lately. Zaun's been goin' to shit more than usual. Enforcers breathin' down our necks." Her hands shook at her sides on the sofa. She flexed them twice, trying to reign them back under control. "A lot of shit. A lot of awful shit's been happening. I'm trying to do everything I can to keep you safe. Not... trying to tell you what to do or control you or anything. Not an excuse either. Just...explaining." You swallowed. Her voice lowered. "I promise I'm... I'm not a monster..." Fuck. Fuuuck. Your eyes burned. "Sevika?" She straighted. Was listening. "I don't think you're a monster. I've never thought that about you. You've been nothing but kind to me ever since we met. I just..." You paused, racking your brain for the right words. The situation was delicate. There was no more risk of an argument, but the aftermath still left you rattled. "I need time to process this. Okay? I really need time." "Are you afraid of me?" The question shanked you in the side. You squeezed her shirt tighter to compensate. "I don't know. A little, I guess." Sevika let out a sigh that could have been mistaken for a growl. But you knew it wasn't aimed at you. "I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's the truth. I need time." Sevika nodded. "I understand." You reached for her bronze arm first, caressed along the shimmering metal 'til you landed in her large palm. The urge to reciprocate was evident in the twitch of her claws. But she didn't. You traced her palm with a finger. The scene played back in your mind's eye again. Her arm was as much a weapon as a prosthesis, you knew that, but seeing it crush treated oak like a flimsy matchstick up close? After she'd always been so careful and gentle? You felt conflicted. Even so... You laced her claws and squeezed once, then pulled her arm up to wrap across your back. "Babe..." Sevika started, resisting. You tutted her quiet. Insisted. Wanted to remind yourself of the tenderness and warmth of being held. She relented. Her claws settled at your ribs, and for the first time since your argument, tension left your body.
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archangeldyke-all · 4 months
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do more simp sevvvvv im doing backflips for this
some more simp sevika hcs :D hope u like them!!!
men and minors dni
modern au simp sev drives you to and from work every day. even if u can drive. even if u have ur own car. she loves spending the time with u. loves picking u up with a treat in the cupholder waiting for you. absolutely melts at the goodbye kiss you press to her cheek in the mornings, and the hello kisses you press to her lips in the afternoons.
you buy yourself a necklace with a 's' pendant. you wear it to sevika's one night and she nearly collapses at the sight of you. she never lets you take it off again.
sometimes, when she's being particularly harsh with silco's goons, you'll get an 'sos' text from one of them, begging for you to come in and reign sevika in. if you do, you always melt at the way sevika's angry snarling face lights up into a soft smile at the sight of you. she'll be much calmer and kinder for the rest of the night with you tucked under her arm. (the boys thank you profusely when sevika's attention is elsewhere, giving you relieved looks and hard hand shakes of appreciation.)
modern au hc again: sevika downloads instagram and makes an account only to follow you. and a few funny animal accounts.
has her notifications on so every time you post she's the first comment.
comments insanely horny things you have to delete before your family can see them. "brb buying more lube..." or "just came in my pants." or "gonna make u cum til ur crying 2nite"
she writes you love letters sometimes. she thinks she's horrible with her words, worried that she doesn't let you know how much she loves you enough. its easier for her to figure out what to say when she's writing it all down, where she can scribble out stupid thoughts and re-write sentences until they sound romantic enough. and as sweet as her sappy poetic lines are, your favorite bits of the letters are the parts of crossed out sentences you can still make out.
you're the most beautiful person i've ever met. the first time i saw you i knew i wanted to make you cum was in love.
on your 1 year marriage anniversary, she gets a tattoo of your kiss print on her neck.
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lesbeaniegreenie · 5 months
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hi :) i just wanted to say that i really appreciate you adding onto my lil soft sevika posts. they’ve made me feel better both times you’ve added something 🥹💖
Awwwww, honey! I'm so glad they help! Tbh it's sorta a 'you help me, I help you' kind of deal cause I need some way to get these headcanons out there. But omg I'm so happy I've been able to help you!
Also, did you really think you could send this and not get more soft Vika hcs?
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→ I picture you and Vika's shared room set up like mine with the bed against the wall opposite of the door. So whenever Vika comes home late at night, she sees you sleeping on the side of the bed closest to the door. After she gets herself suitable for bed, she slides up right behind you, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing you just enough to wake you up.
→ "you're on the wrong side of the bed," she whispers in your ear. She then flips over, taking you with her so that you're now facing the wall with Sevika's back to the door.
→ Sevika claims the side of the bed closest to the door is her side. She says it's just a preference, but really, she does it to keep you safe. If anything should happen, she'll be closest to the door and quick to get up.
→ if you're doing a hobby that you like, whatever it may be, Sevika loves watching you. The little smile on your face, the way your brows furrow in concentration, the look of accomplishment when you finish it or get something right. It's all so cute to her and has her sighing like a lovesick fool.
→ on the rare occasion that Sevika comes home during the day, she absolutely loves walking in to the smell of your cooking. She doesn't even kick her shoes off before heading to the kitchen to see you in your own little world whipping up the best meal she could ever have. She would help, but she's a disaster in the kitchen. You guys still need to set up a time and date for when you can teach her how to make her favourite meal of yours.
→ got any insecurities? Well, prepare to have Sevika's lips all over you. It doesn't have to be sexual, either. Insecure about your tummy? She's on her knees, lifting your shirt up and kissing the soft skin there. Stretch marks? "Makes you look like a tiger, baby." Her exact words. And then kisses every one. Hip dips? Nonexistent thigh gap? Flat chest and/or booty? Sevika loves it all. You're perfect to her.
→ if you're tech savvy, she'd let you tweak her arm and fix it up. She trusts you enough that she doesn't even have to shadow you while you work. She would be playing cards with the guys while you're working on her arm. And maybe, just maybe, she'll whisper to you which card in her hand to put down since her other arm is at your disposal at the moment.
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Swag Preliminary #1: Arcane/LoL
Sevika: Amputee (Left Arm)
Status: Canon disability
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Propaganda:
She is so fucking cool. Yes she is a villain but she is so hot about it she can do whatever she wants. Her prosthetic is customized to help her fight, and we see her doing her own repairs/upgrades on it. It moves like an actual robotic piece of equipment, instead of a perfect mimic of a flesh arm which I appreciate, and again Sevika is just cool as hell.
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Jinx/Powder: Autism, BPD, Dissosiation
Status: Disabled-Coded
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Canonically experiences psychosis and flashbacks. Displays many signs of Borderline Personality Disorder, such as fear of abandonment, stress-related paranoia, unstable and intense relationships (see: reunion with Vi), mood swings, impulsive and risky behavior, and inappropriate and intense anger. Seems to view Powder (her past self) and Jinx as different people, such as when she makes Vi choose between them. Autism-wise, I'll refer you to this post.
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lullabyes22-blog · 1 month
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Snippet - Cyborg - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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Jinx gets a science buddy. Aw.
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Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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"Wait! Waitwaitwait!" Jinx's voice pitches an octave higher. "You'll be workin' here? In my space?"
"If you object—"
"Nooooo! It's cool. Absotively posolutely." The pink of her cheeks is nearly neon. "Oh—hey. Will you be eatin' here too? 'Cause I got lotsa snacks. Cheesecake and pickles. Hot pockets and sardines. Also tons of caramel-center cherries. They're the bestest. Like crack! Y'know, if crack tasted like cherries and gave you tummy-aches instead of holes in your gut. Say, will you be nappin' here? 'Cause I got an extra pullout." A sudden slyness: her toes point in, and her hands twist behind her back. "Or, um. You can borrow mine."
Viktor appears nonplused. "I appreciate the offer, but—"
"Viktor will be visiting the Aerie at scheduled times," Silco interjects. "His working hours will run in the evenings. There will be blackguards posted on the landing. Should you require assistance, or supplies, simply notify them."
Jinx's shoulders slump. "Huh? But why—?"
"A precaution. Your undertaking is volatile. Accidents—" Silco's inflection flatlines, "—are best avoided."
Jinx pulls a dissatisfied moue. She knows what he's saying, even if she's not fully cognizant of the context. For Viktor, however, it is as blatant as a gunshot fired at fifty paces. 
"Accidents," he says, "are best avoided, yes.  Fortunately, I have some experience with... unstable quotients." His eyes flick to Jinx. She is scrutinizing him, unblinking, from under her lashes. The effect is not so much sultry as unsettling. "They are best handled with a careful hand, and a clear objective."
The message, sailing over Jinx's head, pings off Silco's skull like a paper airplane:
I have no designs on your child.
Jinx's giddy little-girl crush is plain for all to see. But Viktor, as a born sumpsnipe, knows the dangers of playing with fire. He is also, as a newcomer, cognizant of his precarious position. He will be careful. He will cross no lines, no matter how many Jinx attempts to redraw.  He will keep his distance, and his focus, and he will stay true to the course.
And, with luck, they will each gain something useful from the arrangement.
A city reborn—with magic as its wings.
On his part, Silco senses that he owes Sevika a bottle of her favorite liquor—and a night on the town, at his expense. But he is already glimpsing—beyond the attendant headaches of Jinx's fancy—an opportunity.
This alliance will facilitate something useful for Jinx's growth.  In Viktor, she has something she's not had previously. Not a father figure or a big sister—a peer. Someone with whom she can share a language of invention. Someone who will understand the challenges of her craft and its attendant frustrations.
Like any teenager, she's reacting accordingly: brashness, high spirits, and a touch of self-consciousness.
Silco cannot say he finds the display becoming. But it is, at best, a phase.  When the time comes, when her knowledge is complete and the last nexus is filled, she will lose interest.
He'll make damn sure of it.
Silco's fingers lace behind his back. His nod is cool. "Well said."
Jinx's mouth screws to one side, then the other. She looks from Viktor, to Silco, then back again.  A tiny crease—nearly a dimple—appears between her brows.
"You guys are being weird," she says.
Blandly, Silco rejoins, "Not at all."
"Then what's with all the hush-hush?"
"I am keeping Viktor apprised of the stakes."
"Yeah." Her chin juts. "So why're you talkin' like I'm not even here?"
For a moment, Silco swears there is a twitch at the corner of Viktor's mouth. But the rest of his features are too pinched for anything approximating a smile.
"I will be frank, Jinx," he says, and it's the tone of a tutor about to correct a pupil's arithmetic. "The circumstances that have led me belowground are... complex. They involve seeing Zaun prosper. But they also involve... seeking a cure."
"A cure?"
Viktor steps forward.
As he crosses into the full lamplight, the shadows flee, and the full picture of his change is revealed. Silco is not easily caught off-guard. But his good eye, a single flinch, is the only reaction he can afford. 
Beside him, Jinx is less circumspect. Her eyes and lips round into shocked O’s. One small hand claps over her mouth. Magnus, too, whines: a wary sound.
Beneath Viktor's hat brim, his face has undergone a radical change. The sunken pits beneath his eyes are no longer bruised. His jaw, no longer an underhung blade, is now a firm plane. The cheekbones, which once cast pockets of shadow, have risen into a sculpted plateau.
But the overall structure, though still his, is not fully flesh.
Every contour, from the jut of cheekbones to the cleft of chin to the curve of throat, is etched with a surface of burnished steel. The sockets around his eyes are inlaid with a grid of tiny gold screws. The eyes themselves are bionic orbs: the sclera oiled smoothly black, with irises the color of topaz. The pupils are an aperture that adjusts, constricting and dilating, to the light.
The sum total is a cyborgian marvel: half-flesh, half-steel. A transformation so abrupt it borders on the fantastical.
Yet there is a precision in the augmentations. Every new feature fits seamlessly with the old, and the symmetry is perfect. Self-determinism is at the forefront: not a single inch compromised.
Even so, Silco knows what the radical change implies.
"I see," he says.
Viktor nods. "Your Shimmer strain. It... held off the worst of the spread. But subsidiary infections had already taken root." His voice modulates: the machine's frequency, the man's memory. "My throat, my eyes, parts of my face... they were beginning to break down. The doctors at Piltover warned me. If it was not reversed, then the progression would reach critical mass. My heart, my lungs, my brain. Left to my own devices, I would be dead by summer's end."
"But you," Silco says, "will not be left to your own devices."
"Precisely." A gloved hand lays, almost possessively, over the satchel. The blue glow deepens: a soft, steady pulse, like a heartbeat. "There were no treatments for the condition. At least, none that would preserve the integrity of my faculties. No. What I needed was... an alternative. A way to halt the spread. To stymie the decay in its tracks."
Jinx says, "How?"
Both Silco's and Viktor's heads swivel toward her.
Jinx's face is transfixed. Excitement shines in her eyes, like a chemical effervescence. She's a girl with an affinity for machines, mutants, mysteries. In Viktor, she is being presented with a tantalizing enigma. Already, her mind is chewing on the changes, salivating at the possibilities.
Then—
"Shimmer," she breathes.
"What?"Silco says.
"Shimmer!" Her eyes go incandescent, her hair seems to bristle electrically, and the rest of her lithe body follows suit. "That's what you used, didn't you? On the Hexcore-thingy! It's—it's the catalyst. It's what amps up the magic juice!"
Viktor's surprise is a subtle thing: a minute softening of the mouth. "You are aware that the arcane's power can be magnified through the use of certain compounds?"
"Duh. That's what I've been doin'! Except, I didn't realize Shimmer could do the trick." She drums her knuckles against her skull. "Ooooh! Why didn't I think of it? 'Cause, yeah, Shimmer's pure. Not pure like nice. Pure like... like... uh. What's the word?"
"Elemental," Viktor says.
"That's it!" She crooks a finger. "Elemental. That's why the magic can pick up what it puts down! But—dang." Her face scrunches like an upset kitten. "It must've hurt like a mother."
Viktor's gloved fingers remain over the satchel. The blue pulse deepens, and the air around him warps. "Pain is a transient state."
"An' the process?"
Discomfort doesn't alter Viktor's features. Rather, his new ones are too limited in scope to accommodate the subtler gestures. Even so, the hesitation is audible.
"Difficult," he says. "The process was... difficult."
Silco watches Jinx's hands small hands curl into fists. Her hair swings forward as she ducks her head. Silco knows she is reliving, behind its concealment, the moment she'd been on Singed's table.
She'd died. She'd lived.
 And the cost had been her innocence.
"I know." Her chin tips. Her eyes are bone-dry. "No picnic, is it?"
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starsinmylatte · 5 months
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Hiiii I just recently discovered your blog and omg your writing is so good?? Damn I’m impressed
Idk if you’re taking requests, if not just take this as a general ask, but I’m obsessed with the idea of Silco and a reader who is like a mother to Jinx after I read that “soft” (i think that was the name?) fic… and I was wondering, how do you think it would get to that point? Surely it must’ve been hard for Silco to accept that this woman would just come into the last drop demanding to see his little devil of a daughter and taking care of her… enemies to lovers much? Anyway… just wanted to hear what are your thoughts in how they would come around to become a couple
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Ooooh, thank you so much for reaching out, my darling anon!! I appreciate your sweet compliment so much. It made me smile so much during my crappy week 💜
I’d love to write a longer piece about this (and I absolutely will), so I’ll just leave you with a few thoughts for now!
Here's a link to the Soft fic mentioned in the ask! (it is absolutely NSFW, be warned) If you'd like to be added to my taglist for when I post the full thing, click here
Pairing: Silco x fem!reader
Warnings: None, really. This is SFW with the barest hint of suggestive content at the end
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At some point, Silco realizes that he either needs to eliminate everyone from Jinx's past life or he needs to use them to connect with her. This strange, incredibly vexing woman is the strongest link to Jinx's past that she still has.
I'm sure that Jinx has a very hard time in the first few weeks after Silco's takeover. It's a struggle to get her to eat, bathe, and just generally take care of herself. She opens up to Silco some, but to his immense frustration that damned woman just keeps showing up and Jinx instantly calms for her.
Silco still has that choice to make. He can forbid the woman from returning (which she's very unlikely to agree to without force), outright get rid of her, or he can just accept her help and try to manage her involvement in Jinx's life.
I think Silco mulls it over quite a bit, especially when Jinx inevitably shuts him out, and he can't connect with her in any way. Killing the woman would be relatively simple, and maybe Jinx could move past the devastating loss, but he can't stop thinking about how his new daughter curls up in her arms.
Silco tells himself he's just being practical, and maybe he is, but the softness with which the woman holds Jinx is the first small chip in his armor towards her.
She does annoy the hell out of him, though, as the only person who can seemingly defy the most feared kingpin in the undercity. He also finds this more attractive than he'd care to admit, which makes him even more sour about the whole thing.
Meanwhile, the woman continues to just show up unannounced to The Last Drop. In an attempt to gain some form of control, Silco finally just snaps and tells her to come on two specific days of the week. Jinx cheers, the woman smiles at him, and Silco instantly realizes that was probably her plan all along. Damnit.
Continuing on with the soup idea from the fic, I think she and Jinx bake together a lot. Silco may have a hard time getting Jinx to eat at every other time, but the little girl absolutely devours anything the woman makes her.
She always leaves out a plate for Silco, which he doesn't eat after that first night. The first reason is because he's petty and still doesn't want to like the woman, and the second is because Jinx will eat the leftovers.
Sevika absolutely loves her, and so do the rest of Silco's staff because the woman has bribed gifted them all with homemade food. They all know her as a woman with a heart of gold who is fiercely protective of Jinx. She's not a threat Silco couldn't handle if he had to, but Sevika does derive some secret pleasure from how badly the incredibly lovely woman vexes her boss.
The first time Silco loses his temper at her in front of Jinx, the little girl cries, and the woman immediately brandishes a rolling pin at him. The sight makes Jinx break out into a small fit of giggles, and Silco just freezes and walks away, muttering under his breath.
Silco can't stop thinking about her, which frustrates him to no end. She's kind but will stand up to a drug kingpin with a fucking rolling pin, she loves his daughter like her own, and she's annoyingly good at cooking. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she stayed.....
I absolutely do think the more Silco realizes he actually likes the woman, the nastier he behaves towards her. He finds some way to rationalize it, but the truth is that he's trying to manufacture a reason to hate her.
I think it all comes to a breaking point one night after the woman puts Jinx to bed. Maybe the woman tries to make some gesture of goodwill towards Silco before she leaves, but he lashes out at her. It starts a yelling match between the two, and they start getting closer together as the argument grows more heated.......
And this is where I'll leave you ;)
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meatyarms · 6 months
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Six foot what?? She'll love you all the way to your heart🥺,,
Pspsps
Daily Sevika appreciation posts are to be around 1–3 scattered across the week from now forth,, Sevika-related reblogs - even those related by a long shot - may fill the gaps in between posts, hopefully,,
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Would you mind dropping some thoughts about yandere!Silco?
Oh dear, Silco the Conundrum.
I honestly think this fits Silco perfectly.
Silco has always been loved starved. Orphan. He's had to claw his way through shit for everything. He doesn't trust easily if at all.
I think he might have become obsessed with Vander in a way. I can see him as being bisexual. Now, whether he's fully acted on his desires, that can be debated.
In one way, I think Silco saw Vander as the kind of man he wanted to be. Big, braun, respected, lethal, etc. They become brothers and while Vander kept the top spot, everything was okay in this relationship. But, sooner or later, Silco gets tired of playing second fiddle OR start questioning the man he looked up to. You put someone on a pedestal so high, they're going to fall.
Silco was willing to sacrifice himself for the cause and expected others around him to be the same. Willing to do anything to attain that goal.
Post drowning, Silco still loves his friend and maybe hopes he'll see the light but he will sacrifice Vander or anyone else if he as to. He still loves Vander in a way that he believes he can still 'change' him. If not, he'll use him because he can't let it go.
Letting shit go, in not in Silco's wheelhouse. Even though he tells Jinx to do that, he obviously has never gotten over his own betrayal. Everything he's become has stemmed from that.
On the romantic partner side of things, he can be very much the same.
Silco is the opitome of possessive and jealous over someone he cares about.
He's more than happy to kill Jinx's only sister to keep his daughter.
If he cares about you? Yup, same.
It will have taken some time and effort on your part to get close to him. If you managed that, then you should know him by now and that if you're still game, you must know how he operates.
He doesn't show affection often. It might be something very little like a glance or a touch. A super soft drag of his finger along your arm.
Praising a job well done (chances are you work for him or in league with him in some way). He appreciates hardwork, dedication and honesty. However, your honesty better be in line with his views. He can accept your opinion as long as it's not in contrast to who and what he is.
He won't say "I love you", rather saying "I need or want you" instead. But don't mistake those words for lacking emotion. He means it.
Will he kill everyone and everything to keep you? Yes. Will he sacrifice himself to save you? Yes, but he will do everything in his power to not have to do that if possible. He will also let you know that if you do anything stupid to put him at risk, you're in big trouble. Plus, he will remind you constantly that he saved your sorry ass.
You're in debted to him forever. He doesn't take that shit lightly.
Silco has a great capacity to love but it is toxic. He is broken emotionally and pyschologically. He can go from one extreme to the other.
He might surprise you when he's very tender. Then he can be straight up violent in his passion and own needs. He has so much built up stress and emotion and unfortunately it comes out when it feels like it and it could be you or any other poor soul on the receiving end.
That could be in the form of an argument over something very trivial or seriously rough sex that he won't apologize for afterwards, even if he feels he went too far.
He could softly caress you while you're sleeping, letting his tender and vulnerable side open up when no one is watching. He cares but he tries so hard not to show it. If he cares, that could be seen as a weakness.
God forbid someone tries to hurt you. They are dead. No one touches someone he cares about. He won't leave it to Sevika or someone else to carry out. Nope. He will be very hands on and not with a gun. He will take his damn time.
You go after him or something/one he cares about, he will take out everything in return. He will burn you, your family, business, everything to the ground.
Very posssessive and jealous. Silco has always felt inferior in some way. He was always in Vander's shadow and in some ways he covers it up by being ice cold.
So, if you are tender with him he might reject it at first. He's not used to it, can't comprehend someone would be like that with him, could love him for him. Touched starved is an understatement.
Don't be flippant or coy with him. He doesn't want to play those games. Don't flirt with others. Once he decides you're his, you belong to him whether you know it or not.
Don't give him any reason to mistrust you. Once you've earned his trust and respect, it's even harder to keep.
He might hurt you first to prevent from him being hurt (ever again). Don't give him reason to suspect anything.
He might lock you in your room for your own protection/good...and who knows what that might mean and why.
Ultimately, he is in control at all times. He might lose it in a moment of lust or tenderness but it is only for a moment.
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I'm trying to write more when I have free time so I'm pushing myself to do a writing challenge in March - credit goes to @creativepromptsforwriting which is where I found the 30 day writing challenge and an extra prompt for 31st ☺️ I also completely randomised which pairings I allocated to each day just for some extra fun, hopefully I produce some good stuff! As always requests are still open, and any comments are appreciated, list of upcoming works under the cut (I'll link the works as they come out so find this post for the up to date list) - ✨
Day 1: Kiss of Death (Lae'zel x Fem!Reader)
Day 2: Negotiations (Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader
Day 3: Sweet Like Candy (Jinx x Fem!Reader)
Day 4: Style (Abby Anderson)
Day 5: Watcher (Ruby x Weiss)
Day 6: Our Love is Bound by Shadow (Lae'zel x Shadowheart)
Day 7: A Place Like This (Adora x Catra)
Day 8: Idle Hands (Sevika x Fem!Reader)
Day 9: Bare Your Fangs (Sevika x Fem!Reader)
Day 10: Promises Made, Promises Kept (Jinx x Fem!Reader)
Day 11: Hold Me Close (Caitlyn x Vi)
Day 12: Freedom (Karlach Cliffgate)
Day 13: Impulse (Blake x Yang)
Day 14: I'm Not That Girl Anymore (Jinx x Fem!Reader)
Day 15: I Will Not Share You (Lae'zel x Shadowheart)
Day 16: Firelight Embers (Lae'zel x Shadowheart)
Day 17: Burning Rubber (Caitlyn x Vi)
Day 18: Mirrors (Ellie x Abby)
Day 19: The Poet of Avernus (Karlach x Fem!Reader)
Day 20: The Warrior Queen (Ambessa Medarda)
Day 21: Hard to Love (Ellie x Dina)
Day 22: Breathe Me In (Ellie x Fem!Reader)
Day 23: Wait For Me (Ruby x Penny)
Day 24: Heroic (Lae'zel x Shadowheart)
Day 25: Justice (Grayson)
Day 26: Like Waves in the Ocean (Ruby x Weiss)
Day 27: Cabin in the Woods (Blake x Yang)
Day 28: Shall We Dance? (Cassandra Kiramman x Fem!Reader)
Day 29: Call Me By My Name (Abby Anderson)
Day 30: Sing Me a Song of the Past (Ellie x Abby)
Day 31: Cat Got Your Tongue? (Adora x Catra)
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abbyromanoff · 1 year
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HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!
I would like to start off by congratulating you all, congratulations you made it through this shitty year! And what better way to start off the new year than with some blog recommendations! Enjoy your reading lovelies!
@daddynattt - seriously one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and has amazing stories. If you like Natasha and you like g!p or just amazing stories in general, go check her fics out! She creates the hottest, saddest, sweetest fics all in one, it’s amazing how good of a writer she truly is!
@cthulhus-curse and @cthulhus-library - if you want to read some amazing fics or even just share some of your ideas, their blog is perfect! They post out fics pretty often and they’re all absolutely outstanding! They have different varieties like g!p, ABO, bottom!reader, bottom!characters, mommy/daddy characters and or reader, character x character, and more.
@sapphickorro - Once again, the fics are amazing! If you want some good smut or fluff with your favorite women, their account is a go to. Everything she posts is just *chefs kiss*
@yelenasdiary - Fics? Beautiful, outstanding, amazing. They write such incredible fics for awesome characters and just everything they post is once again, *chefs kiss*
@dirtyvulture - If you like variety, go check out their work. They have everything from g!p reader, g!p Nat, beefy!reader, beefy!Nat, angst, fluff, smut, they have everything. They post often and I believe their requests are open as well, if not you still can enjoy some amazing stories and ideas that they post!
@sevikasleftpussyflap - First of all, the name? AMAZING! And if you like Arcane they are a great person to follow. Their Sevika stories are so good and smutty. They post pretty often and also give small little blurbs occasionally.
@gayerthanevertbh - Everything she writes is just fabulous. She has many different series that you can read as well. And if you enjoy angst and hot smut, go check out her work. She also often takes many anon ideas and shares her own ideas of Natasha with everyone.
@agathashcrkness - They’re one of the people who actually encouraged me to start writing. They’re stories are amazing and they give the best Agatha thoughts and fics. If you want some good Agatha appreciation, definitely go to them. They also write for other characters like Nat and still makes hot, amazing, juicy stories that anyone will love.
@wandasdolly - just- amazing. Absolutely incredible how well they write. As you can probably tell from the name, they write for Wanda, and they write her well. If you want some good blurbs for that goddess of a woman, you have to read their work and give them a follow.
@wandasbunny - they haven’t posted in a bit but their work is amazing nonetheless. Once again they mainly write for Wanda but every blurb or fic they make is just fabulous and definitely worth the read.
@90smaximoff - their stories are just so hot! Everything they write is beautifully written and often longer than other fics out there. If you like angst, smut, or fluff, definitely go give their stories a read.
@kitesxromanova - Once again, absolutely stunning work. All their fics are well written and amazing. If you love Nat then you should definitely give their fics a look.
@wndaswife - perfect blog for my Wanda lovers out there. They post everything from mommy!wanda, Dom!wanda, Dom!reader, smut, angst, fluff, etc. They post often and even shares some of their own thoughts often. If you love good stories, check them out right now!
@mrsyelena - Just, beautiful. Amazing fics and amazing thoughts on characters. If you like marvel woman and are in need of good stories for them, just go check them out. Trust me now, thank me later.
@mostlymarvelsstuff - amazing, especially their Nat content. If you like Scarlett and Natasha their blog is definitely worth checking. Their stories are well written and very interesting to read, trust. Me.
@themidnightcrimson - just, I can’t even put into words how amazing their fics are. If you love Elizabeth Olsen and Wanda Maximoff you NEED to check out their blog right this minute. I went through every story they have ever written and let me tell you, I loved each and every one and I know you will too.
@natashaismylove - Amazing g!p and non g!p stories. They post for many characters and each fic is amazing. The smut is just out of this world. And if you like a variety of top!reader, g!p!reader, g!p characters and more you definitely should give their stories a read.
@tahliafox - Their representation on mommy!Nat is just out of this world. If you love soft and sweet smut you need to check them out right this minute. They occasionally give some of their own ideas for little blurbs as well, my personal favorite is innocent!g!p Nat.
@urmomisunderme - The stories are just amazing and definitely should be read. If underrated but talented had a definition, their work would pop up.
@once-upon-a-thigh - started reading their fics after the nerd!Nat story and instantly fell in love with their blog. If you want some good Nat fics you should definitely read theirs, I couldn’t stop picking them back up and rereading them over and over again.
There are many other amazing blogs out there that I may have not mentioned but trust me, that does not mean your blog is bad! I love all the fics people release and appreciate it all. Please give these accounts some love as they deserve all the followers in the world. Happy New Years once again!
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Okay okay okay so I saw your “how you met Sev” post and the one where you said something along the lines of being followed so you sit in her lap in a fake dating au just struck a cord and LFOGIEKFKR I will give my left kidney for a one shot/ drabble about that! pretty please?
I hope this is to your liking!!!
Warnings: Guy stalks you at the club, kind of descriptive violence, simp/awkward reader, soft sev but only for reader, her robot arm isn't mentioned so maybe it's before that
A quick scour of the club bares many options to choose from, but truth be told, saddling up to them seems like it would put yourself in an even more precarious situation. Not that you’re judging on looks, but the goal here is to deescalate the amount of danger you’re in, not get yourself laid out from touching the wrong person.
As if Janna herself heard your prayers, the people of the club part in such a way to reveal an older woman. She’s sitting at a card table smoking a cigar, but most importantly, there’s a smile around it. Whoever she is, it seems she’s in a good mood and maybe she’ll have some empathy regarding your situation. She’s a little older but still someone you’d be attracted to, if you weren’t in such a state of panic to fully appreciate her.
The man you ditched at the bar is closing in. She’s as good as you’re gonna get.
It takes some shouldering and squeezing through the crowd to get to her. Luck is on your side because she throws her arm over the back of her seat in what looks to be a celebratory move, giving you the perfect shot to plop yourself down clumsily onto her thigh.
The smug, playful smile on her lips freezes as she takes in the new addition to her lap. Truthfully, her expression appears only slightly confused, like this occurrence has happened before, though most likely by her bidding. Her predacious eyes track the movement of your hand sweeping around her neck to rest on her shoulder guard. Then before she can tear into you, your stalker breaks through the crowd and diverts her attention to him.
The man falters for a split second upon seeing who you’ve sat on. After a little uncertainty and heavy scrutiny of your face, he seems to have read into your little act. He huffs a nervous laugh and moves to take your arm.
“Sorry, boss. This one got away.”
Your hand tightens its grip on her shoulder pad, not-so-subtly flinching your body closer to hers. The older woman’s eyes track the movement, mouth twisting in displeasure as her gaze darts back and forth between the two of you.
Her silence has your heart sinking in your chest and you’re pretty sure she’s about to hand you over until you feel a grip on your waist, securing your place at her side.
“Are you bothering my lady?” A swarm of butterflies alight in your belly at the sound of her voice. It’s suited to her perfectly, rich and dark and dangerous.
The cigar stubbing out on the ashtray should’ve been your first clue to how this was going to end. Her eyes swoop from the ashes to the unfortunate soul in front of her in a lazy motion, a dark eyebrow curved in inquisition.
“I- Sevika, she’s yours? I didn’t know-”
“How long was he following you?” She doesn’t raise her voice to talk over him. He simply shuts his mouth as soon as she opens hers.
You’re stunned. The look on her face is terrifying and even though you’re not on the receiving end, it’s enough to render you speechless. 
After several beats of your silence her head turns to you, eyes softening considerably at your petrified expression. She expects an answer, that unyielding look on her face demanding obedience but… it’s different. It’s not in the testy manner she used to speak to the guy whose fingers are still gripping your elbow, the eager touch now replaced with a trepidatious one. The woman draws your attention back to her with thick fingers that rub against your navel in a soothing motion, giving you the go ahead.
“Like 30 minutes? Ever since I sat down at the bar.”
In what you hope is a subtle movement, you wipe the sweat off of her shoulder guard that accumulated under your palm.
No one barks at her to continue the game. All participants remain silent, not daring to breathe too heavily lest they draw that murderous gaze to them.
Just whose lap are you sitting on?
All of the earlier, careful contemplation of which being would provide the utmost security… and you’re sure you just chose the most dangerous one in the building.
“That’s a long time. Can’t find anyone willing?”
“Boss that’s not-”
“So they’re lying?” Her eyebrows raise in mock surprise. “Came to sit on my lap, all some elaborate scheme to what? Prove you get no game?”
The guy flushes at the round of chuckles that follow her joke, the first sound out of any of them. You subtly try to remove the arm you so brazenly thrown around her neck until she halts you with a, 
“You’re alright, honey.” So tender and forgiving compared to the unmerciful, insulting tone she was just using. The words must have been solely for your benefit-an idea you cannot wrap your head around-because she guides you off her lap anyway. If she was intimidating sitting down, she is an absolute brute of a woman standing up. It shows as she firmly sits you in her seat, gentle enough to where you can tell it took some effort. She touches you so confidently it’s obvious she’s used to manhandling others, and you don’t want to go down that rabbit hole of thinking.
At least a head taller than the man, she peers down at him. “Your hand. The one that was touching them.” 
To your utter shock, he offers it up only with some blubbering. Whoever she is, defying her isn’t an option.
It takes your mind a second to register what happens.
She’s incredibly quick for her size. Those lazy, slow movements earlier were an act or… something. Faster than you can blink, the guy’s hand is shattered. Bones crushed and sticking out of the skin.
Blood. So much blood. A scream rings in your ears. Yours, and you quickly clamp a hand over your mouth.
No one is immune to the sight of violence in the undercity. It’s a daily occurance, but this is the first time you’ve seen something this graphic this close.
“Throw him outside. Make sure he doesn’t see a healer.” She pauses her retreat to clamp her hand around his jaw and lean in close. “I’ll know if you do.”
You’re in shock. That’s the only reasoning for how your mind tunes out the violence and instead focuses on how she’s slightly bent over directly in front of you. 
She’s sculpted. How she fits herself into those pants is beyond you. You can see every ridge and ripple of her quads through them. Those biceps, how they flexed as they popped bone through skin as if it were nothing-
The woman has the most mouth watering hips. That skin of her middle is on display in a way that’s blinding, a sharp V teasing down under her belt. And when she bends over? Scandalous. Gods, and her breasts. Is everything about this woman perfect?
And now she’s looking at you watching her as if she’s a piece of meat. Essentially kin to what she just maimed this guy for.
Her face is unreadable as she approaches you, gently ushering you to stand up so she can take her seat. What you don’t expect is those same bloody hands to softly guide your hips down until you’re perched on her thigh again.
It’s quiet, beyond the whimpering of the man being removed by other guys you hadn’t known were there. She watches with a bored, mildly disgusted look on her face before she snorts and goes to pick up her beverage.
“What were you drinking before that asshole ruined your night?”
She’s patient. Too patient as your mind blanks on every beverage you’ve had in your life until you somehow remember and blurt the name of it out.
The terrifying lady hums and squeezes your waist in a way that shouldn’t be reassuring but is. 
“Hear that? And another of my usual.” Movement to your left announces someone’s departure. The half full glass is easily knocked back and gently set down after noticing how tense you are in her arms. Scrutinizing eyes look you up and down.
“You wanna leave?” 
You shake your head.
The woman nods and finally seems a little disappointed at your fear-stricken silence. As she frustratedly attempts to light her cigarillo, you speak the first words that weren’t influenced by that asshole.
“He didn’t ruin my night.”
The flickering light finally sparks, heating the end. She side-eyes you a bit warily.
“I mean, it wasn’t all bad. I met you, didn’t I?” Terrible. Horrible flirting made worse by dramatic fluttering lashes.
It does the trick though. Smoke pours out of her mouth with her sharp chuckle, clearly caught off guard. 
“Name’s Sevika.”
“Sevika.” You repeat, a little foolishly, no doubt with a smitten look on your face. It’s several moments until her eyebrow quirks expectantly and you stutter out your name. And okay, the awkwardness actually seems to be amusing her so maybe you’re overplaying it.
Sevika repeats your name back, mocking you lightheartedly. Her cheeks hollow as she inhales her smoke, blows it out the corner of her mouth away from you, and holds it towards you questioningly. You’ve never tried one before but suddenly you feel like smoking twenty.
A mistake, since one hit has your eyes watering and you struggling to muffle a cough. Sevika laughs and presses those scarred lips to your cheek in a way that’s proud.
“You ever play poker?”
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fyeahnix · 5 months
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when you get up in the morning, are you making breakfast for Sevika or is she making it for you? and what's being made?
I lost my answer on this twice because I opened up a notification lol rip
(I'm gonna answer these in the context of the reader character(s) I have and not myself because that's less awkward 😂
Once I have more reader characters, I'll have longer posts.)
Sevika gets home very late....or early if you prefer, usually around 2-5 AM depending on work. She's always tired as hell and doesn't bother eating since she's usually eaten already and just wants to get in bed after a super quick shower.
Dog breeder/trainer reader wakes up fairly early and returns home around 1:30-3 PM, which is around the time Sevika wants to wake up. So reader will either bring food home or cook up something quick for Sevika before reader wakes her up. Sevika isn't one to go crazy for breakfast food, but she also isn't that picky either. She will generally eat whatever reader makes or brings. But she loves spicy food, hearty soups and stews, and will never say no to a good, warm batch of lamb biryani.
On the rare days where neither of them has to get up for anything, Sevika likes to be up before reader to cook breakfast, like, actual breakfast food. She may not admit it often but she deeply appreciates that someone loves her so much as to make/bring her food without asking. She wants to repay.
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archangeldyke-all · 3 months
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*sappy post alert*
happy new year :)
without getting TOO personal, last year was really hard for me. i moved back home to my small midwest town from nyc, dropped out of college, and became a caregiver for a relative who has alzheimer's.
but in the summer i stumbled upon the sevika-sphere through pinterest, and quickly became obsessed. after i read every fic i could find, i decided to write my own and put it up on ao3. i was shocked by the positive reaction and the overwhelmingly kind, encouraging comments i received, and it all inspired me to start a blog dedicated to writing little blurbs about sevika. it ended up being the best decision i made for myself all year.
i've said it before, but writing is incredibly therapeutic for me. having this outlet has given me a small sense of purpose in a time of my life where i feel completely lost. all of your constant encouragement and support has helped me claw my way out of depressive spells countless times. the community and internet friendships i've made have given me a sense of connection to the lesbian/queer community that i don't have access to in my real life.
i just wanted to genuinely say thank you to all of my readers and mutuals and supporters and likers. your support and kindness has been so so so appreciated and helpful. 2023 was shaping up to be a truly horrible year for me, but after starting this stupid little blog and finding a reason to write again (even if it is just lesbian smut,) i'm going into 2024 with confidence and hope and optimism that i haven't had in a very long time. so thank you so so much.
sincerely,
angel :) <3
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sevikasenby · 9 months
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anyways sevikas hands appreciation post
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