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Don’t mind me just sitting here thinking about how long I’ve been in the 1930s and how it’s still only 1935.
#this year for Christmas Santa I would like to will all my story posts into existence#or a whole team of elves to help finish them at warp speed 😂#I just wanna post ‘em every day man#but they take so LONG#anyway it’s been raining here for like six days so maybe I’m just in my feels#please kindly ignore me#or relay this message to Santa okay thank you#heathen nonsense warning#damn can we get to the end of the story warning 😩#gif warning
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He's-a Gone
Luigi time! To suffer, that is.
(CW: character death)
This is obviously a sort of comlementary piece to I Was-a Too Late. But it's more than just that as it also illustrates a certain fun, dark what-if idea I had. Please keep reading if you're intrigued!
Lore:
Luigi's Mansion, the first game. Everything goes the same as in canon until the final boss fight, when Luigi defeats King Boo in his Bowser costume. After King Boo comes out and Luigi intends to suck him in, the villain laughs and reveals the truth: Mario's painting was an illusion, so was everything Madame Clairvoya saw. All just to mess with Luigi. Meanwhile the real Mario wasn't just captured by the Boos, he was immediately killed by them on their King's orders. The only physical thing that's left of him in this realm is the five items Luigi found - hidden by the Boos for Luigi to find, another part of King Boo's sick game.
Luigi is able to finish the fight despite his shock and grief, fueled by the anger King Boo never expected from him. After getting out of the painting the plumber discovers that it is indeed empty, no Mario or anyone else in the portrait.
Heartbroken and guit-ridden, Luigi goes back to Professor E. Gadd's lab and gives him back the Poltergust 3000. He doesn't even want to stay long enough to see what is going to happen to the ghosts. Of course the Professor tries to offer some semblance of comfort, but we all know it's not his forte.
So Luigi leaves, only taking Mario's five items with him. He notices that the mansion has disapeared without a trace. The reality of it all finally hits him, and he practically collapses onto a nearby tree's large root protruding from the ground, putting down the precious items around himself, only leaving the matching red hat and the letter in his hands. He should have known something was off. After all, the Mario he saw in the painting was wearing his hat and both gloves.
Looking at all these items, to his growing horror he can't help but imagine what exactly might have happened to his brother and what his last moments might have been like. He hugs the hat to his chest and rereads Mario's note several times, knowing that the brief warning was his brother's last words to him.
Luigi can do nothing but cry for the beloved brother he couldn't save, desperately wishing it was his warm, living and breathing body pressed to his chest rather than just a couple of his belongings.
But Mario is truly gone, apparently having met such a horrific fate that not even a single part of his body is left in the physical world.
[Good night]
…I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ;) Sorry if I got carried away with my description. Occasionally even I enjoy being a little dramatic, though I'm no writer whatsoever.
Yeah, I'm not apologizing for making this one - I was nicer to Luigi than to his bro, at least here the Mushroom Kingdom and everyone in it (except for Mario lol) is still okay!
But alas,
You can no longer play as Mario (warning: this is a video with sound)
Rest in spaghetti, funny wahoo man.
@federthenotsogreat I'm tagging you because you said you wanted more Mario art like I Was-a Too Late, thought you might like this one too!
@drones-of-innocence Also tagging you because you were interested in my idea.
Edit: Tagging a few more mutuals who might want to see this based on their reaction to my previous angsty work just in case, feel free to ignore. Or ask me to remove the tag if you want, no problem.
@silenzahra (remember, no rush) @c-lavanda @jell-o101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf
@luigixfanxayjay @itsavee4117
And you @giddlygoat just because you have a Luigi's Mansion AU and I thought you might appreciate this... Also because I'm a fan 👉👈
#please kindly ignore the fact that if the boos are not there anymore the blue fire shouldn't either#i needed it for the extra light source and the atmosphere okay?#let's just pretend it's going to die out right after this pic#the gate is still there because it looks exactly the same when the new mansion is built for luigi#so i assume it just never vanished in the game#maybe it had already been there and the boos were like “oh this looks like a perfect place to put our fake mansion”#anyway#one thing i like about these two angsty pieces is that i mostly used reds in mario's and mostly greens in luigi's#my art#fanart#luigi#mario#luigi's mansion#does this count as an au?#if it does then i guess#luigi's mansion au#more like an alternate ending#luigi's mansion bad ending#poor luigi#cw character death#angst#tragedy#mamma mia#i feel dirty#again#but not as much#forgive me?
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Sorry but this shirt/top combo is glorious.
#ft. shirts from obscure disbanded bands that im afraid to tag just in case the algorithm starts feeding me pictures of gut worms#i dont usually post selfies but im trying to be more confident#please kindly ignore my disgusting hair it was super humid outside and it just sorta expanded#trans#transgender#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqia#gender euphoria
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Neon Genesis be like “angels are the main antagonists, they’ve killed so many people”
Ok?
Look into this sweethearts eyes and just try to tell me they have any malice in their soul! Look how sweetly they blink! Big round eyes looking at you like •>•
#please kindly ignore all other actions taken by Angels in the episode please just look into their silly eyes#also I’m not finished the main series so shoot me a spoiler warning if you wanna bring up something from later on in the canon#neon genesis evangelion#neon genesis#evangelion#neon genesis angels#evangelion angels#gif
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[ID: a banner that's a pale magenta color, with a cropped he/him lesbian flag in the left corner. Black text sits beside the cropped flag, saying 'this blog is a safespace for he/him lesbians' end ID]
[ID: a bluish, slightly darker shade of lavender, with black text reading 'this blog is a safespace for she/her gays'. A cropped she/her gay flag can be seen on the left side of the text. End ID]
I tried my hand at making banner things, lol. Feel free to use if for some reason you like these janky ass banners that took about five minutes each. /lh
credit is appreciated but not necessarily needed, as these were made for fun.
#this blog is a safe space#for#she/her gay#he/him lesbian#queer people#anyone can use whatever pronouns they feel most represented by#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqiia+#lgbt pride#pronoun nonconforming#exclus please kindly fuck off if you see this#You're wasting everyone's time by interacting cuz I block exclusionists on sight#I do not fuck with y'all your hatred and ignorance gives me a headache
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I don’t... I can’t explain myself here... it just happened...
#Putting all my points in skills i never intend to use sorry volition#its just more fun like this#disco elysium#art#skillship#it wasn't originally intended like that but electrochemistry doesn't know how to be normal so here we are#Once again they are a delight to draw I just start putting colour down and it somehow works#I think it just likes the attention#meanwhile I had to redraw authority like 12 times bc he kept coming out looking like handsome squidward#please kindly ignore that there are a bunch of semi-translucent shapes hanging around idk how to get rid of them#and like this was just me fucking around for a couple hours its not exactly a big art piece so who cares#... might set this as my icon it looks very good tiny actually
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fellow UK residents, please take this quick action to pressure the government into taking immediate action against the ongoing genocide in palestine.
#you just have to select your local MP from the list and then press send it's so quick but could literally help to end this genocide#you can also customise the message which makes it more likely to be valued overall#mentioning the current extreme state of affairs is probably a really important thing to do too#palestine#gaza#how to help palestine#how to help gaza#humanitarian aid#humanitarian crisis#ps i am a still probably quite ignorant white brit so please kindly let me know if anything i wrote here needs changing#please share#we have to do something#we can't just sit here
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I WANT COUP AU AND ALSO goddess!agatha x eve because I know basically nothing about it and INTRIGUE
Alright this is a long one, so it'll be under the cut.
Fair warning for all the folks who are unaware: Coup AU is a fic I'm writing entirely for myself, and it follows a very alternative universe's Evanora Harkness.
That will not be everyone's cup of tea, but if you do choose to read, please keep in mind that you are greatly missing a lot of the background and characterization.
The Goddess!Agatha x Eve excerpt does not require any warnings.
For the Coup AU I decided to go with the earlier excerpt.
If you want the later one, I suppose you'll just have to ask again 😈
When the infant draws breath to cry, Evanora covers her newly born daughter’s mouth to muffle the sound, and whispers her name into existence.
Astra Harkness.
Astra, meaning star, for Lance had nearly exclusively called Agatha his little star, and Evanora is certain he would have called this daughter his little star as well.
Astra, meaning star, for Agatha had been a bright, shining light in her life, a gift to see her daughter growing up happy and healthy and surrounded by love and laughter, a sun by all means, but Astra will be raised far away from her mother, while her sister and father are dead, six feet under in the cruelest form of punishment her cousin could conceive of.
Astra, a distant light, a distant hope.
Hope is all Evanora has.
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Goddess!Agatha x Eve was spun off of an idea I had for Goddess!Agatha x Reader, mostly because Agatha got all pouty about me never having written her with Eve before now.
Let me tell you, I really really love the very few hundred words I have written for them so far.
Gods walked amongst mortals.
This is simply a fact, like how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, or how the Earth is round.
Eve has never been one to pay much attention to all the excitement and worship surrounding them.
She had seen little point, growing up somewhere that was never going to attract a god to their streets.
And besides, who would want to meet one of these higher beings when they so frequently take the lives of those they converse with?
The gods are cold-hearted and cruel, and Eve much prefers those with warmth and kindness.
#sky's inbox#sky answers#sky's stolen ask games#sky writes#c: eve#c: evanora#c: astra#c: coup au astra#that warning is my way of saying I don't want any shit for writing Evanora#not even friendly ribbing#i don't want it and I will just ignore it#i understand she's universally hated AS SHE SHOULD BE#but I like the ability to explore certain themes with her#especially the themes of generational cycles of abuse#this au is based off of my general main headcanon universe for Agatha#which is why I said y'all missing a lot of info here#if you're curious you can definitely ask!#but again I don't want to get any shit for this so please word that request kindly if you so choose to ask#oh also no Coup AU was not an option#but bandit has allowed me to brainstorm off of them for it so they get requesting privileges for it#aparticularbandit#wip wednesday
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Call me the Beatles the way I ringo'd her starr
#im back bc i love butchfemme tumblr and i always want to be here with it#i tried just scrolling thru tiktok butchfemme stuff and it was so awful#anways#plz treat me kindly#please ignore me
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midnight thoughts // self-para
where : dae-eun's apartment when : shortly after this plot drop trigger warnings : mentions of death & police
i can't shake these midnight thoughts when i'm alone latching to my brain and never letting go so i'll start making friends with the noise in my head and all these midnight thoughts when I'm alone
His hands trembled as he stared at the screen. He'd paused the news broadcast; his phone sat in silence on the table in front of him, information frozen mid-transit. The string of murders was bad enough: watching his new friends go through complete torture every week or so, not to mention losing someone he'd seen around the town only days prior was all taking a toll by itself. The previous victim being from his hometown hadn't done anything to ease the discomfort, either.
But now it was getting personal, and he was terrified. For someone that had so much experience when it came to writing about this sort of thing, he'd very rarely had any physical practice with going through it himself—and certainly none that hit as disturbingly close to home as this. Any danger he'd ever been in, well, he'd only ever had himself to worry about and blame. This was different.
They were targeting people now, and somehow his cousin had ended up on their list. Possibilities flashed through his head faster than he could think them through; reasons for the callout, affiliations he wouldn't know about, anything to try and figure out what was going on. It was possible that she was next: with her personality, Dae was certain Jieun had made enough enemies that it wouldn't be a surprise if she vanished. But his brain was primarily running in other directions.
What in the world had she gotten herself into? Was this text addressed to her? If so, then who was the subject of the text? Was it someone that had already died? His mind ran through the list of names: Woodrow Hearst, Louis Goodall, Jake, Vivi, Harlow Sotheby. There wasn't a visible connection between the five—and only one was still alive. He swallowed hard, leaning over to let the rest of the news broadcast play.
Naturally, the police department had declined to comment. There was no further information—no explanation of the account, just the mysterious, cryptic post. The broadcast went off shortly after. Dae leaned against the back of his couch, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process the information.
When the group chat started going off an hour or so later, he'd barely moved, laptop now in hand as he combed through Nightrest News archives for content. He glanced at the screen, not really paying attention until a specific message caught his eye.
Benito: I don't think they would have a choice once the press gets a hold of it. Benito: If they haven't already.
The older man was right. It was time to do what he did best: write.
#{ reflections }#// man's first self-para#// brought to you and fueled by anxiety and kpop#// aka i couldn't stop thinking about the plot drop so there's this.#// kudos to stef for the awesome line in the chat that got me thinking earlier :D#// please kindly ignore the fact that this did not take place at midnight as the song suggests thank you
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ending osts that never fail to BRING ME TO TEARS WTF
-"Reset" (okami) -"I was born for this" (journey)
#IGNORE ME#im sitll on about okami ok#IF THE ANSWERS I SOUGHT ARE RIGHT HERE BERFORE ME#PLEASE KINDLY LET ME KNOW#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#:bleat:
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i understand the thought process bc i also used to do this (a long time ago) as a self-destructive behavior but it's still very funny to me when people set boundaries with me and then end up breaking their own boundaries by either contacting me or engaging with my blog (accidently or otherwise), like .. please. if i live in your head rent free i am begging you to evict me LMAO. im not even saying that to be mean, im saying it bc it protects your mental health as well as mine
#i got a phantom notification on my main blog this morning and found out it was from an account liking my pinned#but the account that liked it has me blocked and HAS had me blocked for a while 🤔 like why are you here... why...#if you don't like me then do not seek me out!!! i am saying this as kindly as i can!!!#i literally just want to peacefully hang out online.. and i want that for everyone else as well even if i don't care for you as a person#i kinda didn't even wanna post abt it but similar things have happened several times over the last couple months#and it's honestly exhausting like please just ignore me! pretend i don't exist!!!
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Hello everyone, how are you.
Please take a few minutes to read this post.
I am writing these words after losing hope in everyone… except for you, my friends. Just a short while ago, I saw that Tumblr has 100 million downloads. That’s an enormous number! But imagine, with all those millions of people, how would you feel if 100 million people saw you and ignored you? You’d feel deeply disappointed, right? Or maybe you’d even wish for death.
Have you ever wished for death? For me, I feel like I’d rather die than be ignored by everyone. If I wasn’t in desperate need of help, I wouldn’t ask anyone for it. I really need help—not for myself, but for my family. For my father, who is fighting cancer. For my one-year-old niece.
Imagine for a moment that you have a small child you love dearly, and you’re forced to watch her suffer in front of your eyes. This isn’t just an imagination for me; it’s my reality. My family and I live this pain every day.
Please, be our hope. Be our voice. Be the ones who save us from despair. Don’t ignore us. Donate, even if it’s just 5 euros.
There are so many people reading this post right now. I beg anyone who sees these words to donate if they can, and if not, to share this post. Please, don’t leave us behind.
Be our family, or think of us as members of your own family, and save us from this suffering.
To those who have already donated generously, I extend my heartfelt thanks and appreciation. But can you add more? If you can, please share a screenshot of your donation here. If you’d prefer to stay anonymous, feel free to send it to me privately.❤️❤️
No matter how small the amount, your help means the world to us. And if you can’t donate, share this post and add a few kind words to inspire others to help.
One day, you may find yourself in need of help. Help me today so that someone else might help you tomorrow. Your donation—or even just sharing this post—could save the life of an entire family.
We stay here all day on one meal that almost satisfies our hunger. Can you refrain from eating breakfast, lunch or dinner and donate money to us? This will be a simple experience for you from the pain we live in, and it will be generous of you to donate.
I want to tell you guys that my posts always get a lot of attention because of you. I kindly ask you to follow my account @abdalsalam1990 so that you can receive everything I post about our situation here. Although my posts get a lot of likes, we do not get donations. Please donate. Please share and donate.
Thank you so much, everyone. I wish you all the best.
Sincerely,
Your friend, Nader
#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#gaza genocide#gaza strip#save palestine#gazaunderattack#i stand with palestine#palestinian art#art#artists on tumblr#all eyes on palestine#palestine gfm#please donate#donation
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it's been said before and i'm sure said better than i can phrase it. but really, really - if you like making "i'm going to kill myself" jokes, please try switching to being ironically conceited instead.
anytime something goes wrong, say things like "ah well at least i'm beautiful and charming and everyone loves me." when you forget something, try "my big huge brain is so smart and thinking about too many other very big wizardly thoughts you wouldn't even understand." when you're frustrated by one of your symptoms, start talking like you're in My Immortal. "Life has come for me but my eyes are beautiful pools of gorgeous fire and my hair is amazing. I stuck my middle finger up at life and told it to fuck off and it did."
just... try it for a month or two. try saying the most absurdly self-congratulatory shit you can think of.
i know it's tempting to make suicide or self-harm jokes. and for me at least, a decade ago (!) when someone suggested i stop making those kinds of jokes, i was kind of at a loss for what to replace them with. i wanted to make light of these moments, but genuinely (at the time) my first thought really was suicidal ideation. there was a part of me that even felt like ... i was kind of "making light" of that voice. that if i could say i want to die lol, it would help take the sting out of that genuine (albeit passive) desire. like i could turn my illness into a joke.
when i started complimenting myself instead, it felt awkward and stupid. it felt really, really ironic. what i was actually saying was nobody would ever think this stuff about me, that's what makes it so fucking funny.
but. the effect was immediate. first thing i noticed was the people around me. when i dropped a glass and said ah my skin is too beautiful and sleek the glass has swooned and broken for me, other people were suddenly overjoyed to jump in with the joke. rather than making an awkward moment, we'd both start cracking up. ah princess sleek hands, i've heard of you.
i was 19. i hadn't noticed i'd been making others tense when i said i want it all to end. i know now that it's incredibly hard to know how to walk that moment - do you talk to them about your concern? do you potentially make them uncomfortable by asking if they're okay? do you ignore the situation? do you help them pick up the glass, or do they need to do it by themselves? are they genuinely made suicidal over this small moment? and most importantly, how do you - without professional training or supplies - actually help?
most people want to help you pick up the glass in your life, they just have no fucking idea how to do it. they don't want to make anything worse. they don't want to make assumptions about you. they love you, they're scared for you - and being scared makes people kind of freeze up. it's not because they don't love you. it's because they do.
now when something bad happens, my first thought is how can i make a stupid joke about this. it isn't my brain saying you're a dumb fucking bitch. i spend more time laughing. i spend more time being gentle with myself. i spend more time feeling good.
and the thing is - what's kind of funny - is that you'd be surprised by how many people agree with you. the first time i said i'm too pretty to understand that, someone else said to be fair you're the prettiest person in this room. i promise - you really don't know how kindly your friends see you. but they love you for a reason. they sort of reverse-velveteen-rabbit you. your weird and ugly spots fade away and you just become... the love they want to give you.
go love yourself ironically. the worst thing that happens is that you end up tricking your reflection into actually loving you.
#something something toxic relationships notwithstanding#(re: the friends stuff)#most people love you. automatically. for being alive. like people are just MADE that way.#and the reason kms jokes don't always land is bc people fucking love you and are like - ahhh how do i help#let them help you!!!!!!
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Please don't ignore my story 🇵🇸🥹💔
I am Yousef, a father of three children: Aboud, Adam and Lana. I currently live in the destroyed Gaza Strip of Khan Younis in a dilapidated tent alone. I have suffered a lot with the children; we had to flee from the north to the center, then to Rafah, and back again to Khan Younis.🇵🇸
We live in very difficult conditions, my daughter Lana suffers from severe malnutrition,💔 and her condition has worsened due to the effects of the war, I cannot provide for their basic needs due to the scarcity of resources and the high prices.💔🍉
Please help me take care of my children. There is no safe place in Gaza; every place is at risk at any moment. I need a small donation to help me evacuate and travel outside Gaza. I need 2000 but it takes a lot of money. I lost our home and all our sources of income.
I trust in your humanity, and I kindly ask for your support. Please don’t turn away from us. Help us achieve our goal of leaving Gaza and finding safety for my children 💔🇵🇸
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Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2
Sevika is a very jealous and prideful individual. she doesn’t take kindly to others that try to take you away from her
when Finn tried to get you close to him, she killed half his goons as a warning
teaches you basic self defense, how to use your body as an advantage in combat
ended with both of you making out on the practice mats
gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present
all your clothing is automatically hers as well. loves wearing your shirts and hoodies when running errands
Sevika has MASSIVE hips, she doesn’t like them that much because pants never fit her waist right. but you love them!
and you also don’t like when pants highlight your underbelly. if she sees your belly in any capacity she’s grabbing that thing like a vice
uses your stuff before you ever get to. that new Piltovan skin care you got? Sevika gives it 10/10
eats all your snacks, even the healthy ones that taste “like cardboard”
the scar on her temple gets sensitive with the cold, uses your tummy as a heating pad when cuddling
one of Sevika’s love languages is bringing you fresh vegetables and fruit she smuggled from overseas
seeing your eyes sparkle in delight as you eat the sweet fruits makes her love her shitty job a little more
she got your nickname “peach” because of your love of fruit (and your fat ass)
if there is a place on earth that can be considered hell is when your periods sync up. Both in pain and grumpy.
when it’s just you, she gives you princess treatment (more than usual). even going as far as making homemade soup
i believe Sevika doesn’t get her period as frequently as she used to. mainly thanks to the amount of Shimmer she uses
Shimmer is the reason you almost had a terrible fall out. it was doing your woman more harm than good. making her extremely aggressive to the point where she threw and broke the matching clay mugs you gave her as an anniversary present. you spent almost two months making them
all of this because you threw away her last Shimmer supply. you just couldn’t she her like that anymore
you sobbed as you collected the pieces of the floor. so preciously putting them on your lap as she just watched in horror. Sevika had never seen you so broken. What had she done?
Sevika kneeled in front of you trying to make everything right. picking up little colorful shards of the floor. but you pushed her onto her feet. you pointed at the door.
“Get out…”
“Peach, please I—“
“Get the fuck out Sevika!”
she spend the next few weeks crashing in Silco’s office. drinking her sorrows away. while going cold turkey off Shimmer
remembering your soft cheeks stained with tears and trembling shoulders. she never had seen you so angry
once she had the courage (and by that I mean Silco and Jinx kicking her out for beign love sick) to come back home, she didn’t grasp how much she actually needed your love
it was a positive sign that you let her in. like a silent “prove me wrong”
you made her sleep on the couch for weeks. ignoring all Sevika’s attempts of affection. walking away when she got too close, not drinking the coffee she made for you in the mornings, covering your body quickly whenever she walked into the bathroom after your showers
Janna, did she miss having your body on hers. having you cuddle her to sleep. now she is stuck in this ratty couch. she missed how you moaned, what you tasted like. Sevika was unbelievably horny
but she needed to wait for you to make the first move out of respect for the pain she caused
when she was sleeping on the sofa you woke her up by grinding your cunt on her thigh. only wearing your night robe. open in the middle, nipples hard and belly creasing on your pelvis. you placed her mechanical arm on your temple. cradling her metal palm with your lips
“Fuck me like you mean it, ‘vika! Make me your woman again.”
Sevika saw the fire in your eyes, and the burn was a prize she was willing to take
you kissed each other hard, clawing at clothing and skin. teeth clashing. every touch was personal. sensual. like a withered plant in water
even if the sun never warmed the underground it didn’t matter to her. because the sun couldn’t ever bring her life like you did
Sevika had never made love before. only saw sex as carnal lust. but having you vulnerable in front of her and having given her forgiveness was the best gift she could have asked for. the gift of hope and chance. she touched you like a lover, a soulmate.
you laid naked on her chest, blissed out in pleasure. in the afterglow of sex. Sevika groping the flesh of your ass. as she blew cigarette smoke into the air. you were going to complain about the smell in the morning.
“I quit Shimmer.”
you smiled into her exposed skin. Sevika was a blunt woman, and you appreciated that part of her.
“Good.”
“Love you, doll.”
“Mmmm — me too Sevika.”
and you definitely made her go to one of those pottery couples classes to replace the mugs she broke
Sevika wasn’t getting off thaaattt easy
#arcane x reader#chubby reader#plus size reader#sevika x reader#sevika x you#arcane silco#arcane league of legends#arcane#jinx x reader#vander arcane#jayce x reader#jayce talis#viktor league of legends#vi x reader#fat reader#sevika x chubby reader
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