#sorry i love butches

[one-chaotic-neautral]

Y'all I just had a tasty as headcanon - what if Gert was Vi's prison Gf.

Walk with me here

I found out people are shipping them already which is fun, but most seem to be during the s2 time skip which doesn't make sense to me personally but go ahead. But think about if they already knew each other?

To begin with, they match. Something about Gert was supposed to remind Jinx of Vi (at least in my interpretation: Approval from a cool older punk girl, with side bangs and lip scar, yeah)

Maybe she picked up Vi's hairstyle; she'd already busted a lip in prison, may as well match the hair too. Or maybe she helped Vi learn how to properly cut/style her hair. But we already know Gert likes to emulate the style of people she admires.

Maybe Vi told her about her family, about Powder, who had been what kept her going through her time there. Having someone to tell about all the trouble they used to get up to, how proud she was of her genius, blue haired little sister who would someday change the world.

Maybe Gert got out a few years before Vi did, promising to look out for her sister if she ever found her. She hears about Silco's daughter, a trigger-happy terror of a girl with blue hair. Could this Jinx really be the Powder Vi spoke so highly of? That sweet, bright little kid? Of course not.

Besides, it's none of her business to get caught up with some chembaron's crazy henchman. But she decides to keep an eye out for news of her anyway. For no particular reason.

Then, she hears about Jinx fighting back against Piltover, blowing up the council, redirecting the Grey that enforcers had used to terrorize Zaun and flooding topsides streets using her own ingenuity and inventions. Gert knows now that this is what Vi meant. Jinx was going to change the undercity for the better.

Finally meeting Jinx face to face in stillwater, there was no doubt the resemblance between the sisters. She feels proud of Jinx, herself and on behalf of the Vi she knew, seeing the symbol of hope Vi's sister grew up to be.

What if this is the first and last time Gert and Vi saw each other since stillwater.

Maybe that's why Vi is so surprised she's there, figures things out by her blue hair. That Gert had kept her promise and looked for Powder, finding Jinx and supporting her. Why Gert instantly reached to her for support, recognising that scared, too-tough girl she'd once cared for. Why Vi doesn't let go of her hand until she's dragged away.

Anyways I have a new headcanon now.

I think they would still be good friends had things worked out differently.

[lesbielol]

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[boytransmission]

Well hello,,,,,

Top surgery fund! <3 $tips <3 wishlist

[civetcider]

Traver's new car (she/her)

and robert their deer neighbor (he/him) he's just some guy with a wife and 2 kids who was kinda homophobic but than his son came out as gay and now he still sometimes says kinda off stuff about it but everybody lets it slide since at least he's trying, extra bit under the cut

[fleshdyk3]

lolita hyena 👍

[fyeahnix]

Sevika Hockey AU where Sevika is the team enforcer and Reader had been traded to the team in a legendary deal as their new star player.

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The game had been close all night. Physical, too. High-sticking and cross-checks under the referee's noses drew out the nastiest insults from the crowd. You saw and heard and felt it all.

But you tuned it out. You had a job to do.

The Zaun Wolves needed an experienced star player added to the roster to help mentor their rising rookie hopeful, and in an odd turn of events, the Noxus Generals decided to part ways with you, the player they'd drafted with the number one pick only five years ago, for a draft haul in the off-season.

After a rocky rookie season and a sophomore slump, you were on the upswing in your career. You'd posted some record statistics during your time with the Generals and judging by the two goals you'd achieved tonight, you'd say the Piltover Progressors were learning that you lived up to your reputation.

It was no secret in the league that Zaun had beef with Piltover as rivals, but no one informed you just how much the Progressors hated the Generals. To them, you were the bastard child of both, and they were keen on making you feel every bruise in your first bout this season.

This team was fucking ruthless. No only were they trying to box you out from getting the puck, but when you did manage to snatch it away, another player would check you against the boards with their entire body weight and sneak in an illegal hit to go with it. And Janna bless the rookie Vi for coming to your defense. She was scrappy and never backed down from a fight, but she lacked the muscle mass to take the bigger players down completely. Still, you appreciated her effort.

Your saving grace, however, was the large woman sitting anxiously in the penalty box whose eyes locked with yours whenever you skated by. Sevika was one of the older vets on an already fairly young team, and the team's one and only enforcer. You learned over the off-season that while she didn't speak much and wasn't the best player on the Wolves, the team listened wholeheartedly to her wisdom and rallied behind her when it mattered. Much different to the militancy you experienced on the Generals.

Your defenders did their damnedest job keeping the puck away from the Progressors during the penalty. The penalty clock wound down to the last fifteen seconds just as you saw an opportunity to seize the puck and take a shot on goal.

You launched yourself across the ice to gather the puck. With quick stick work, you coiled back for a slapshot and before the end of your stick collided with the puck, a heavy body slammed into you. You lost balance and tumbled to the ice, losing the puck. They'd knocked the wind out of you, and you struggled to stand as the crowd yelled about another missed charging call.

You stood, finally, just in time for Sevika to hop out of the penalty box a second before stoppage of play. She rolled over to you and gave you a once-over.

“You good?” she asked.

You shook your head. “I'll be fine. They're startin’ to piss me off though.”

She nodded. “Gotchu.”

You skated into position behind your center for a face-off near your goal. Play resumed with your center winning the bout and passing over to Vi who took the puck to the other side of the ice. You followed. She passed it to you, and you played keep away with it before passing back to the center. The defender who tagged you grew sick of watching the clock and took it up on herself to check you into the boards when the puck came flying back to you. You lost it in the scuffle.

When you recovered, you saw Sevika sailing over to the defender, grabbing her by the jersey to pull her back.

Sevika then dropped her stick and gloves.

The defender followed suit.

The crowd hollered and screamed, went wild as the two danced around each other on skates.

The defender took a couple of feint jabs, but Sevika didn't fall for it. She kept her guard up and when the defender missed a big swing, Sevika followed up with a sharp uppercut. She grabbed the front of the defender's jersey and held her in place as she pummeled the defender with a flurry of right fists to the cheek and jaw. Her blows echoed off the ice, somehow overpowering the deafening crowd. The defender tried to no avail to fight back, but managed to sneak in a few lucky hits to make Sevika bite her own tongue.

The defender stumbled down, and finally, the referee broke up the fight for another stoppage of play.

Sevika grinned at the crowd, circling the ice with a bloody mouth. With one last glare at the defender, she yelled words that reassured your growing trust in her.

“Yeah, try that shit again and see what I do!”

On her way to the penalty box, she gave you a quick wink before slamming back inside to sit down.

Most of your team were slow to warm up to you during the off-season when you arrived in Zaun. Sevika had been the slowest. She acknowledged you, sure, but actually talking to you outside of work-related topics was like pulling teeth. It wasn't until she stumbled upon you skating around the ice in the brisk hours of the morning did she make the effort to engage. She'd always been first one in, last one out, and for once, someone had her beat.

You loved what you did—the juxtaposition of gracefully gliding across ice with the heaviness of pads protecting your person—but nothing came easy. You were smaller than the average player and faster because of it, but what you couldn't accomplish in raw strength, you made up for it in accuracy and finesse with the puck at your blade. But shooting a frozen piece of rubber into a goalie's five-hole took practice. Ten thousand hours of it. You'd told Sevika then why you were there and while the acknowledgement she gave you then was nothing but a gruff scoff and quick smile, her demeanor towards you changed from then on.

You came to learn that she valued nothing more than hard work and dedication. You weren't some gifted player with natural-born talent with access to the best resources at your disposal. You were you—an Ionian who had worked their ass off from sun up to sun down to have any hopes of being the best player in the league.

As the clock wound down to the final five minutes, you checked the scoreboard. Sevika's penalty time would take you down to the final three and you only had to endure from there.

The Progressors took their timeout. You locked eyes with Sevika for two long seconds during the team huddle, who only gave you the faintest of nods, an action that only said “I got you.”

Your opponents kept up the pressure but laid off the dirty plays for the rest of the game. The message was loud and clear to them: fuck with you and they'd answer to Sevika.

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[dykesevika]

arcane give her to the lesbians pls .

[kimaisalloren]

When ur bestie invited u to go shopping but you end up holding her bags so she buys you ice cream

[wrathofrats]

Butch mist who takes T for the extra body hair and lower voice and bottom growth and Aurora who is fucking obsessed with her and thinks she’s the hottest thing on this earth and can’t help but follow her around like a lost puppy.

Begs her for a chance. That she can be so good for her and mist keep insisting that they can’t just yet, doesn’t want to break the poor girl, doesn’t want to go too far because she doesn’t think she can help herself with such a pretty little thing.

But Aurora is insistent, and mist is weak when Aurora can be so flattering. So she compromises. Lays down and makes Aurora lay between her thighs and cock warm her little t dick until she falls asleep. Mouth slack and drooling all over mists cunt but at least she’s quiet, and mist will make her clean it up when she’s awake.

[stellewriites]

butch!141 moodboards? 👀

butch!141 moodboards 🙂‍↕️ - links to each fic attached

simon price

gaz johnny

inspired a little bit by the fics i’ve got planned for them and their characters overall,, i have a reason (though some are admittedly Dumb) for every item on these moodboards so PLEASE yap away with me about them

any extra 1fem1 fics can be found on my main masterlist

[wewerebornsextuplets]

man i dont even know anymore

[nutsack90]

my butch wife whom i love

[swordbeliever]

anyway i just wanna say i love queer masculinity… this one goes out to all butches and he/him lesbians and trans men and bears ..,,

there is something so amazing and special about taking something that has been used so often to oppress us and turn it into something wonderful and gentle and kind.

queer masculinity is not toxic or harsh it is strong and caring and so full of love.

it’s making sure your friends are safe, walking with them or driving them home. its carrying in groceries, making dinner, doing housework because masculinity isn’t about telling others what to do, it’s doing it yourself before anyone has a chance to notice it hasn’t been done.

it’s fixing your friends car for free, refusing to call maintenance when things go wrong at home, because it’s easier to just figure it out yourself (and you’ll do a better job anyway). its catching bugs and putting them outside when your partner is scared.

it’s loving the outdoors and dirt and mud and getting scraped up and sweaty. its being at home with your partner and putting your arm around them so they feel safe and secure.

it’s being the “dad” or “grandpa” of your friend groups, the one who people go to to ask for advice or comfort. its wearing clothes that belong in a different decade because goddamnit my dad was the coolest guy ever in the 90s and i am so glad i look just like him!

its working on the toxicity, going to therapy, learning and growing and removing the parts of yourself that don’t allow you to flourish.

[ladyparasite888]

fav headcanons!!1!

rip the quality DX…. Iv been dealing w artblock lately but finally have the motivation to participate in this year’s june of dialtown!!! Ill have 2 see which ones I’ll do but have day 12 for now:-)

[phantomeros]

a butch gourmet chef that used to be a bodyguard in the mafia but has since retired to Grill (she + any pronouns)

[evignonita]

Guys loook guys look look she is so pretty and she is married with a pretty butch and they are happy and they are raising an alien baby together and and

She is the reason why lesbians exist

🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌