#vi's request spoilers

[viwifey]

Everyone in my life has changed. Promise me you won't change.

[hana-bobo-finch]

I’m normal about bug fables!! (version w/o text under the cut)

[mantisgodsdomain]

Hello, Bug Fables fandom. Welcome to our kitchen. Today, we offer you: canned cordyceps. There are four chapters to this, and we intend to release one every three days until this work is complete. This work contains (and is practically nothing but) Leif's Request spoilers. Come read our fic.

[bbangsuns]

i need somebody | e.l

requested? yes, by anon

pairing: ethan landry x reader (race/ethnicity not specified)

warnings: ghostface doesn't exist, ethan calls reader pretty girl but that's the only allusions to gender, slight angst, mentions of weed, ethan and reader being a little mean to each other (just to protect themselves from heartbreak again), alcohol consumption, sad reader, sad ethan, idiots who are still in love

a/n: this might be the longest thing i’ve written? i had to break up the text kinda weird since some of it was too long so im sorry about that. also i listened to i need somebody by day6 while writing this

word count: 3.655

when your relationship with ethan started 3 years ago, it was truly one of the best days of your life. he was the sweetest, most attentive person you'd ever met, always making sure you were satisfied and happy with him. it was constantly you two against the world, always having each others' backs and being at each other's side the moment either of you called. unfortunately for you, nothing good ever lasts in this world, not even the relationship you thought unbreakable.

for the last few months, it seems as though ethan wants nothing to do with you, constantly making excuses as to why he can’t be with you or why he has to leave early. every time he runs out on you, you feel your heart breaking more and more, not sure how much longer you’d be able to tolerate his sketchy and distant behavior. as it turns out, you wouldn’t have to deal with it much longer, because a party that weekend is what would ultimately be the last straw.

the day had honestly started out normally, chad texting you earlier in the day asking if you wanted to go to a frat party that was being thrown for halloween. he was shocked at how quickly you agreed, but he was excited to see you nonetheless. the idea of free alcohol and loud music attracted you, deciding you’d use it as a distraction from ethan and your relationship which was slowly but surely falling apart. looking at the time, you saw you had about 7 hours before the party actually started so you decided on taking a nap for a while to pass the time, already having an idea of what you wanted to dress up as.

you woke up a couple hours later, realizing you’d slept longer than you had originally intended. you got out of bed and went to the bathroom, deciding a quick shower would be in your best interest. what was supposed to take 10 minutes ended up taking about 40 minutes, having gotten lost in your thoughts about ethan and where you guys would end up. you got out of the shower and got dressed in the clothes you had picked out for the costume and dried your hair, getting started on the makeup right after. you desperately hoped this party would really serve as the perfect distraction.

— 2 hours later — you completed the finishing touches of your costume, looking at yourself in the mirror. you smiled at yourself, satisfied with the way everything turned out. you looked at the time, cursing when you realized you were an hour late. you rushed out of your apartment, quickly locking the door behind you and making your way down the stairs. luckily the place where the party was being hosted was only about a 10 minute walk from your place, so you weren’t worried about having to take the subway so late at night. arriving to the party, you make a beeline for the alcohol, grabbing a red solo cup and filling it with whatever concoction they created. taking a large drink, you cringed at the taste of cheap liquor but you paid it no mind, quickly finishing the drink and filling up the cup again. as you went to refill your cup, you heard someone call you over so you quickly poured the mixture in your cup and headed over.

"hey smiley! we're over here!" you heard chad yell over the music, waving his hands wildly with ethan at his side looking embarrassed and, maybe even nervous or pissed off? you couldn't tell, and honestly you didn't want to know what he was thinking. nonetheless you walked over to where they were, rolling your eyes at the nickname chad gave you but a smile was on your lips no matter how badly you wanted it to go away.

"there they are! i thought you bailed on me last minute!" chad was now talking in your ear directly so you could hear him clearly. you leaned into his ear also, your voice raised slightly.

"there's NO WAY i would've passed up on free booze and weed, man!" you told him, smacking him on the chest with a laugh, taking a sip of the drink in your cup. chad simply laughed at you, nodding his head knowing you were right. before he could say anything else, tara walked in and caught his attention, causing the boy to quickly excuse himself before going after her. you shook your head and turned your attention to your boyfriend, catching him already staring at you. you felt your face get warm as his eyes trailed down your body, taking you in. you gave him a lopsided smile, hesitating a little before you ultimately decided to move closer to him. the tension in his body seemed to melt away almost immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist and yours around his neck, careful not to spill the contents in your cup.

"hey there, pretty girl" ethan whispered in your ear, placing a kiss on your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin at the feeling. you leaned your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to just breathe him in, happy that things seemed okay.

"hi pretty boy" you chimed back, a laugh escaping your mouth as you saw the visible red tinge on his cheeks even in the shitty lighting. he just shook his head and kissed your cheek, taking another moment to look at your costume.

"you look like, really good babe" he commented, feeling your confidence shoot up a bit. right as you went to say something back about how good he looked in his knight costume, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, confused as to who the hell was interrupting your rare moments of peace with ethan. you were faced with some blond boy who was obviously wasted, but he still had a smirk on his face that made your skin crawl.

"hey baby, ditch this loser and come dance with me. i'll make it worth your while" he spoke in a disgustingly flirty tone that made you want to vomit. you tried your best to keep the grimace off your face and forced a tight-lipped smile to your face, shaking your head and giving him an answer that would hopefully satisfy him and make him leave.

"i'll come dance with you later i promise" you replied tensely, hoping he'd get the hint and leave you alone. in his drunken stupor, he didn't seem to sense the frustration lacing your voice and nodded, the smirk on his face ever present. he walked away, rambling about how he's gonna get lucky that night. turning back around, you didn't expect to see the look of anger that ethan was currently wearing and it scared you if you were being honest.

"eth, what's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, your stomach sinking when he all but shoved your hands off of him. “You’re seriously gonna ask me that right now?” he scoffed at you, shaking his head and shoving past you. It took a moment for you to follow behind him, standing there in disbelief at how quickly his mood turned sour. When you reached him, you grabbed his arm and forced him outside, not wanting to argue in front of a bunch of strangers. He tugged his arm out of your grip, acting as though your touch was burning him.

“What the fuck is going on, ethan? Why are you treating me like that?” you exclaimed, trying not to raise your voice too much in order to avoid onlookers. Ethan just looked away, his jaw clenched so hard you were afraid his teeth would crack. you pushed that thought to the back of your mind, though, because you needed answers, so you walked right in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“well? are you gonna tell me what i did to deserve this type of treatment?” although you tried to sound to sound strong, the desperation was evident in your voice, wanting to know how you could fix things.

he stayed silent for a moment before speaking up, his voice distant and cold, “i’m not in the mood, so maybe you should just go hang out with one of the many guys you’ve allowed to flirt with you.” for the second time that night you were left speechless, not understanding why he’d say something so absurd.

“baby, what the hell are you talking about? you’re the only one i want to spend my time with!” you were moments away from crying out of frustration, wishing he’d just be straightforward about what’s bothering him.

“are you sure about that? because you seem pretty fucking happy when someone offers up their number or offers to take you out." he practically scolded you; all you could do was stare at him, bewildered at the fact he thinks you could somehow be happy with anyone that isn't him.

"ethan, i have no idea what the hell you're talking about. why would i be happy with some freak?" you retorted, waving your hands around. he simply let out a humorless laugh, crossing his arms across his chest. then he spoke the words you never in a million years thought he'd tell you.

"you know what, y/n? i don't care anymore. we're done." as soon as those words left his mouth, he shoved past you roughly, leaving the party without telling anyone. you on the other hand, you were frozen in place with tears clouding your vision, not wanting to believe he had ended things so easily, as if ripping your heart out of your chest and stomping on it was no big deal. you were so deep in your head that you didn't even know anika and mindy were next to you, jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"hey bub, what happened?" anika asked you, concern lacing her voice as she took in your shaking figure and bloodshot eyes. you shook your head, not wanting to say the words, knowing your heart would break all over again at the realization of what had transpired minutes prior, but they eventually came out.

"he broke up with me" your voice was wobbly, the pain evident to the two girls in front of you; anika was shocked, she never thought ethan would be the type to leave you heartbroken in the middle of a party. mindy, however, was pissed at the tall boy; what the hell was his problem? why would he break up with someone as caring, sweet, and kind as you? whatever his excuses are, she was already planning on giving him a piece of her mind and hopefully beat some sense into him.

"oh honey, i'm so sorry. do you want to go home? we can get the rest of the group together to watch a movie or something if you'd like to?" anika murmured, rubbing a hand up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you. all you could do was let out a shaky breath and nod your head, not trusting your voice quite yet. mindy squeezed your hand, mumbling to anika about going to collect everyone else, letting her girlfriend console you since she was better at it. she guided you back inside to the front door, telling mindy that they were going to wait on the sidewalk instead to get away from everyone else.

about ten minutes later she walked out with everyone tailing behind her, chad immediately heading towards you to wrap you in his arms, placing a kiss to your forehead. tears immediately sprang to your eyes but you forced them back, not wanting to cry on the side of the street; instead, you wrapped your own arms around his waist, feeling grateful that you had chad and everyone else as your best friends. after a minute of just standing there with him, you forced yourself to stand tall and put up a facade, no matter how much it hurt. you unwrapped yourself from chad but still stuck close to him and anika, needing their presence to feel grounded as you spoke to the group.

"thank you, and i'm sorry for ruining the fun. if you want, you guys can go back inside and enjoy the party while i head home" you insisted, feeling the guilt creep in at the fact that they were going to miss out on a party just because you were upset. what you didn't expect, though, was mindy to scoff in disbelief and look at you as if you were crazy.

"there's no way we're going to leave you alone right now! you're clearly hurting and are in desperate need of some group lovin', so be quiet and accept that you're not going to win this argument" she rambled with a small smile on her face, her hands moving wildly at her sides as your friends nodded. you couldn't help but let out a laugh at seeing her behavior, her smile growing at the fact that she was able to cheer you up, even by a bit.

acknowledging defeat, you decided to just go with it, "okay fine! i won't argue with you, especially because it'd be pointless knowing how relentless you can be." this caused tara and chad to let out a cheer, glad that you were deciding to not shut them out. you smiled and shook your head, forever thankful that you wouldn't be going through this alone.

--1 month later--

despite having an amazing support system, the last month had consisted of some of your lowest moments. every morning when you woke up, you'd expect to find ethan laying next to you, his curly hair sticking out in every direction, but the hole in your heart only grew as you felt cold bed sheets each time. you hadn't spoken to him since that night, but the pain and sadness was slowly turning to anger; anger because of how he acted childishly and only considered how he felt, not taking into consideration how his actions would affect you.

unbeknownst to you though, was that ethan was equally as miserable and angry as you were, but the anger was directed at himself once he realized just how badly he had fucked up, which chad never failed to remind him of.

"what the hell were you thinking man? how could you just break her heart like that? and with some bullshit excuse too." he told the taller boy one day, still upset at the fact that his roommate and friend had been so cruel to the one person that didn't deserve it. at his question, ethan just let out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration.

"fuck, i don't know. i was just feeling insecure at the fact that they'd always be smiling whenever someone was flirting with them and i got into my own head, deciding that distancing myself and basically breaking their heart was the right way to go about it" he lamented, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood but he paid it no mind, too occupied in trying find a way to make it up to you, if you still wanted anything to do with him that is. seeing the doleful expression on his friend's face, chad felt a tug at his heart as he recalled that exact same look on your own face just a few hours earlier while he was hanging out with you.

"look man, i promised them i wouldn't say anything but it doesn't matter; they're really fuckin' pissed at you for what you did to them, but they're also just as miserable as you are even though they try to hide it. i know that if you got off your ass, went over there, and gave them a real explanation and showed you're willing to fight to get them back, they'd forgive you. they're still stupidly in love with you after all" at his words, ethan's heart sped up, a wave of anxiety fluttering in his stomach--you were still in love with him? but would you actually take him back? at this point, ethan didn't care, he just wanted to make things right with you. jumping up, he ran to his room and threw on a hoodie and some shoes, rushing out of the dorm before chad could say anything else.

taking the subway to get to your apartment across town, ethan was painfully aware of his clammy palms, rubbing them on his pants with a grimace. time seemed to speed by because before he knew it, he was already standing in front of your door, having been on auto-pilot throughout the short trip. right as he was going to knock on your door you opened it, clad in one of his shirts and shorts; the sight had him reeling, realizing that chad may have been right. unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to speak before you went to slam the door in his face, leaving him speechless with a pain in his chest, but he didn't come all this way just to give up. he knocked on your door this time, speaking through it in hopes that you would open up again.

"baby please, i just want to talk and apologize for what i did. you deserve a real explanation, not some bullshit" he begged, ready to fall to his knees if that's what it took. luckily for him, you had opened the door once again, a small smile ready to grace his features but upon seeing the blank expression on your face, it fell just as quickly as it came.

glaring at him, you pulled the door open all the way and stepped to the side, your voice as cold as his was that halloween night,

"hurry up. you have 10 minutes to explain yourself and then you leave." it was more of a command than anything else, and your icy tone terrified ethan because he had never heard you speak that way, but instead of commenting on it he just rushed inside before you decided to change your mind. he sat on your couch, his whole body tense but happy nonetheless at the fact that you were willing to hear him out, albeit begrudgingly. ethan rubbed his sweaty hands up and down his thighs once more before he took a deep breath and began his explanation.

"that night…that night is one of the biggest mistakes i have ever made in my life. i had one too many drinks that chad made me drink, and it brought all my insecurities to the surface. seeing you smile at that guy that night after he so obviously flirted with you just made me feel so angry, and i know it seems like a terrible excuse and you're probably right, but the drinks mixed with the thoughts already in my mind, i took it out on you and hurt you on purpose and it wasn't fair to you at all. i knew i fucked up the moment i walked out of the house, but i figured you'd want nothing to do with me afterwards so i never made the effort to reach out. this last month, though, has been one of the worst months of my life. i've missed you so much and i realized that i can't do this without you by my side."

by the end of his rambling, ethan was completely out of breath and his eyes were burning from the tears that had begun gathering in his eyes but he didn't care, he needed you to know what had been on his chest for months. you simply stared at him, your eyes glossy with unshed tears of your own and you sniffled, feeling the resentment towards him slowly melt away. you kept your guard up though, not wanting to put your heart out there just yet, scared that it would be broken all over again. noticing your hesitation, ethan stood up and walked in front of you, slowly grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers. you looked up at him, removing your hands from his and throwing your arms around his neck, tugging him as close as possible to your body. he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and placed his own arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. the tears finally fell from your eyes and this time you didn't try to stop them, not caring if his sweater got dirty, not that he minded either.

“i wish you would’ve told me how you were feeling instead of icing me out, eth. i could’ve helped you or done something to make you feel better, you know.” you muttered into his neck, not wanting to move from your spot in his arms, and he just nodded his head softly, his hair tickling your ears.

"i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i love you more than anything and i'm going to do anything i can to prove it, i'm never letting you go again" he mumbled into your neck, unsure if you heard him or understood him for that matter. he knew you heard him when you tightened your grip, placing a small kiss to his neck before pulling back and placing your lips on his, relishing the feeling of them on you for the first time in weeks. ethan moved his lips against your own slowly, moving one hand up to cup your jaw, keeping your face as close as he could. you pulled away after a minute, giving him the first genuine smile you've had in a while. ethan felt his heart speeding up at the sight of your pretty little smile being directed towards him for the first time in nearly two months.

"i love you too, e. also just know i am gonna hold you to that promise" you teased lightly, already feeling your heart being mended at having your boy in your arms once again; you'd have to thank chad for smacking some sense into the both of you.

[mantisgodsart]

Group 2/5 - here's Team Snakemouth! Experimenting a bit with line weight here. This time, 2/3 of the bastards are aro! You'll never guess who.

(Part 1)

[motheatencrow]

for some reason i thought queen bianca's wings were dyed to look like stained glass windows but ig i was just remember her literal dedicated window in ant kingdom kjsfhkjs

(upon reading the wiki, apparently she originally Had stained glass wings)

i was gonna go on this whole thing where bees (and other bugs too but its mostly a big thing with bees) participate in a thing called "wing-dyeing"

lol just kidding i Will talk about it

its usually a delicate process (i would assume since wings are delicate) so it costs quite a bit. usually more "noble" bees would have their wings dyed because of the cost and because of that, dyeing your wings was also a sort of way to declare your status. (though i dont know if status is a Thing in the bee kingdom since canonically queen bianca is all the bees moms in the hive but irl bees also have certain jobs based on their age so idk; the lore in this game is kinda confusing sometimes)

queen bianca would have both her wings fully dyed because. shes the queen

it would roughly look something like this??? idk maybe lighter colored and the queen probably has fancier patterns or just a smoother look to her dyed wings but im lazy skjfhkj

but thats what somebodys wings would look like full dyed. typically fully dyeing your wings is a bit of taboo in the bee kingdom because again. its kinda reserved for the queen

sometimes/maybe queen bianca would invite bees to get their wings dyed if they have a certain bond/connections with her (like jaune has some parts of her wings dyed yellow [and because her name means yellow] because shes one of the queens personal artists and vi has a small part of her wings dyed purple since shes jaunes closest sister [and her full name is violet])

but again its not like only bees who dye their wings but it may have started in their kingdom and spread around. some bees/bugs do it for status (if they still have wings. that are clear. well maybe the moths have their own kind of wing-dyeing. scale-dyeing?) while others just do it for the looks

i mostly just ran whatever was in my head so a lot of this is probably incoherent but this is my scrambled take on wing-dyeing 👍

[moonlitluka]

If you have any scream requests 👀

[merbis]

Vi: avoids the problem

Leif: murders the problem

Kabbu: avoids and murders the problem

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

Febuwhump, Day 6 - Secrets Revealed

There was so much more formatting on this. We regret ever adding formatting to our cordyceps fic. From now on we're posting all fics in plain text only. AO3 link here.

Kina stared blankly at the monitor. At the roach text she only now realized why she could read. At the total lockdown notification, at the cold, flickering blue of the hologram, at the brilliant red alarm displayed across it.

Cordyceps.

She felt Leif shrink, in the back of her mind.

How long had he been there? Leif had been in her head for months, ever since the beginning of spring, ever since that over-long hibernation, ever since the trip to retrieve Snakemouth’s artefact. How long had it been – incubating, growing inside of her, without her even knowing? How long had it been, letting a fungus grow inside of her, not even knowing that she might- might-

She had brought a cordyceps infection into the very heart of the Ant Kingdom, and she hadn’t even known.

Her first thought, once she’d managed to stop reeling from the sheer shock of it all, was horror. Horror that she’d been carrying around a parasitic, infectious fungus this whole time, horror that she’d been oblivious to the signs, horror that she hadn’t realized something was off even when she could’ve destroyed the damn kingdom with her ignorance-

She’d been inches from Maki with an infection that could’ve killed him, and she hadn’t even stopped to question the century-old moth taking up residence in her head.

She’d been so stupid, so oblivious, she-

It hurt more, when it was from someone she had trusted.

She wanted to beg for another explanation. She wanted to scream. She wanted to pin Leif by his stupid, fluffy, mycelial throat and ask why he would hide this from her, why he would pretend, why he would spend months travelling with her, in her own damn shell, using her like she was- like she was-

We’re sorry, Leif whimpered. We… we don’t think we knew, either.

She could feel it, now that she was looking for it. Now that she knew what to look for – the network weaved into her shell, tugging at her muscles, woven into her from her claws to her brain stem, shifting and maneuvering her like a second nervous system had made itself at home in her shell.

She… they…

It hurt to realize just how much she had trusted him, now that this was laid bare. How much she’d trusted them, how much she’d been willing to lean on having two bugs working in tandem to operate their body, how much she’d been willing to move over for the new presence in her carapace. How much had she trusted things that were a lie? How much had she believed him, over things that were lies?

Are you even really Leif? Kina asked? She wasn’t even sure if it really meant anything. She wasn’t sure what she meant, anymore, what she even was – what they were, besides…

We don’t know, Leif said. We’re sorry. We thought…

They made a hideous, pitiful noise as they collapsed to the ground together.

They choked on- something. They felt- scattered, lost, confused, hopeless. The synchronization was at once welcomed and hated – they had found it comforting, before, enjoyable, nice to have a companion besides – themselves, but now they only felt unfocused. The razor focus of honing in on the same goal was gone, the feeling of trust and wordless camaraderie shattered, and now the only thing that the feeling of synchronicity did was make them feel worse.

The only thing they had in common was the tarnished, unfocused sense of betrayal. In Leif, in the lab, in the fact that either of them had ever believed that there was nothing to Leif but the same unknown force that’d brought their friends together.

“…Kina? Leif? Are you two…”

They let out a long, despairing warble – pain, confusion, despair, a dozen other emotions mixed into one. They didn’t think that either of them knew all of what was mixed in – it just hurt. Something was wrong with them, something had gone wrong, something had been wrong from the beginning-

“We thought we were him,” Leif warbled through the newly-disconcerting feeling of him hijacking their shared mouth. “We- I thought I was him, I thought I was something else, we thought-“

“Calm down,” Kabbu- Rowan? said. They could hear the drill shells hit the floor, and they felt an abrupt surge of the impulse to yell at him to put them back on – they’d just fought the Zommoth, their Sibling, they could be dangerous, they-

Everything hurt. And not just physically.

“We- I-“ Kina and Leif grappled back and forth, fighting on what to even say. What could they even tell them? What was there to be said? ‘Oh, sorry, we thought that Leif was a moth, but actually he’s a parasite engineered by the roaches in pursuit of immortality-‘

We already knew we were… something, Leif said. Leif- the old Leif- The one that I thought-

The sentence choked itself off, even in the mindspace. They took a moment to regather themselves, at once more separate and more joined than they’d ever been. Kina couldn’t tell where her betrayal ended and Leif’s began.

They could still sense their teammates, standing over them. Soaking in concern, in worry – in fear for them, still not knowing what they really were.

They…

Kina dragged them up, at last. Their limbs felt heavy, weighed down with fear and grief and the faint vestige of hatred.

They had to tell them. Even if it hurt. They couldn’t leave them in the dark, they couldn’t abandon them to uncertainty and fear while they dealt with problems their team still needed to know about, they couldn’t let their teammates soak in the same despair of not-knowing that Kina was all too familiar with.

“…We’re a cordyceps symbiote. Like them.”

“What?!” Kabbu was obviously caught off-guard – they saw him wrestle with his own host, trying to come up with a response. The force Vi put into its sign suggested a significantly ruder version of the phrase.

“We… Leif… are a cordyceps symbiote. Leif – the original Leif – died in Snakemouth den.”

Saying It felt like drawing barbed wire out of their throat. It dragged at them, long and slow and unimaginably painful, fighting against the them that feared and murmured for them to not-tell-never-tell-keep-themselves-safe and the them that couldn’t stand to lie to them any more. It hurt – it burned, admitting it, telling them what they were, what they could do, but it had to be done.

It needed to be done, or they might hurt them more than if they’d simply ripped the bandage off.

“I am not… him. I am- a parasite. I took his body and hollowed out his insides, I consumed his memories until I truly believed I was him, I… I wanted to be him.”

They shuddered, drawing themselves up. It always hurt, saying things like this – admitting wrongdoing, admitting you’d done something wrong when you should have known better and just needing to apologize told everyone of the things you lacked, needing to speak of things that would spell your death in any other scenario, needing-

“…I took over his body. I devoured him, and I became him, and I convinced myself I was always him, and I- we- we just moved on to our next host, when our body was spent.”

They clenched their claws into fists, so hard they could practically feel the carapace creak. They were so much more brittle, as this, than Kina had been alone. Their mycelium traced every corner of her shell, woven through her very veins, changing her to fit their magic, to wield the ice that had extended their hibernation far past its due.

“We chewed through Leif’s corpse, and now we’re poised to do the same to Kina, and drag the whole kingdom down with it.”

Their teammates stood in stunned silence. They could see Rowan and Kabbu struggle with it – too trusting of them, of their intentions, too blind to the parasite amongst them. He took a step forward, seemingly involuntarily, the rattling mess of thoughts in his head obvious even without a connection.

“Leif-“

The burst of static from Vi’s speakers startled both of them. It fixed a glare on them that they could feel even through the bandages, buzzing noise like a flock of angry hornets. It snapped a QUIET towards them that they could only read as a “SHUT UP!” snapping its elytra open with an angry clack.

Its signs were sharp and angry, blurring into each other as it snarled. “If that’s true, then how the hell’d you get all the way from Snakemouth to Kina’s home? We’ve seen your body – are you trying to tell us that you somehow crawled out of your old shell, walked all the way to the Ant Kingdom, shoved yourself into Kina’s shell, and stole her body, and that’s it? You’ve seen my body, and Kabbu still won’t say where he was when he got shoved into Rowan except for “the swamp”! Even if whatever-the-hell-it-was transferred more of you than it did us, there’s no way it was just you seeking out another host.”

Vi’s hands practically flew – it put more emphasis on the signs than they’d ever seen from it, its speakers roaring with white noise that nearly covered the harsh cracks its shell made at some of the flourishes. It looked – agitated, even with its head hidden behind the usual bandages, and they heard its cooling vents click open as its fans turned on. They pulled back – they weren’t sure if it was Leif or Kina that made the choice, their minds mixing in a blend of confused, blackened emotion. They made a noise, deep in their throat, one that was neither moth nor mantis.

“We’re not safe,” they begged. “We’re a parasite in the shell of a dead bug, we’re a prototype of the same thing that just tried to kill all of us, if anything went wrong we could turn on you in seconds-“

“So what you’re a parasite? We were made by roaches too, and you wouldn’t talk like that about us! Our entire frame is built in the corpse of a roach that neither of us knew, we needed me to take control just to be able to leave the damn Sand Castle, we tried to attack you when we went to get the other half of the key – what part of that says safe to you? We tried to kill you because we were ordered to do it. Would you say we’re a monster because we tried to kill you?”

It signed “kill” like it was talking about an execution – a hunting of a traitor, an intruder, a death already deserved. Was that what its programming thought of them, they wondered? They were beginning to feel dizzy – they wondered if it was psychosomatic, or just another symptom of their body being rewired. The splintered shell on their claws was beginning to ache.

They already knew the answer.

“…no.”

Vi spread both sets of arms  - a “well, there you have it” if they’d ever seen one. They felt… conflicted. It wasn’t the same. Vi was a machine, inorganic, unable to spread – they could infect, if they ever sprouted, spread the infection, make more problems than they were ever worth-

But just by the look on Vi’s face, they guessed that it wasn’t going to back down.

And they…

They had done enough fighting for today.

They sat in silence for a moment, just… waiting, as Vi’s speakers buzzed, their volume slowly dropping as Vi watched for their response. They felt.. tired. Wrung-out and exhausted, all their energy more than spent. The still-unhealed split down their thorax burned, splintered and half-open and filled with necrotic pieces of meat after their Sibling’s attacks. The floor was cold under their claws, though they couldn’t tell if it was because of Snakemouth Den’s general temperature or just because of the shoddy state of their body.

They were a mess.

They silently collapsed to the floor, shuddering in a way that could’ve been either misfiring nerves or sheer exhaustion. Everything ached, their claws were barely half-thawed, they were hyperaware of the prickling of damaged cells as a subsystem slowly kicked on to repair. The line felt blurred, still, their mind too heavy with emotion to think rationally, their body weighed down with injury and the still-unfinished modifications they’d forced on it just by being there.

They…

Both Kina and Leif started as big, fluffy arms wrapped around them. Rowan held them close, hugging them so tightly that their systems started to protest the strain. They sat there in shock for a moment, frozen in place. Even after that, he would…?

Vi bonked its head into the back of them, wrapping both sets of arms around them. They sat there, rigid, unable to move – were they really doing – this? Even knowing what they could do, even knowing that they could-

“…If you need to talk about it,” Rowan said, “We’re here.” Vi buzzed something affirmative against their spine, shifting its claws against their shell.

…they didn’t think that they could talk, right now. The world still ached, their chest scraped out and raw. They were tired, worn out and all too close, unable to separate each other from the pool of confused, muddled emotion in their minds. They…

They were more exhausted than they’d ever been before.

And right now, they just wanted to rest.

Maybe, just maybe… it was time to go home.

[wandaslittlebird]

i had a thought of where wanda / step mom wanda comforts reader after a bad day and a lot angst and fluff too

Fairytale

Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

CW: Stepmom/Stepdaughter, themes of depression, spoilers for the Disney movie Tangled (??)

Word Count: 2k (whoops this was supposed to be a drabble. Whatever.)

A/N: Thank you for the request! This takes place when R was 18 before she left for school, so a prequel to the main story.

A/N: This is far from my best work, but I still had kinda a cute idea.

It was pouring when you finally got home from work. You walked into the house in your uniform, soaked from the rain.

You saw Wanda in the kitchen, fixing dinner. She’s a wonderful cook, but in your current state the food made your stomach turn. You felt nauseous. You hadn’t eaten all day at work, but you still couldn’t imagine eating anything.

Your dad was at the table reading a newspaper. He didn’t acknowledge you’d come home.

“Hey, little love!” Wanda chimed excitedly, but her face falls when her eyes meet yours. You looked terrible, eyes sunken in, dark with exhaustion. You couldn’t even bring yourself to give her a smile. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You didn’t respond, trying to escape to the privacy of your bedroom before the emotions of the day spilled out of you. You dashed up the stairs.

Your dad set down his newspaper with a frustrated thud. He moved to get up and reprimand you for ignoring your stepmother, but Wanda stopped him.

“Vis, you just make sure my pasta doesn’t burn. I’ll take care of it.”

————

She found you in your room, curled up in the center of the bed. You were still wearing your wet and dirty work clothes, but you’d thrown on one of Wanda’s hoodie. It practically swallowed you with how big it was. The sight melted Wanda’s heart.

“Sweetheart?” She called into the room. You turned over in bed, hiding your face in the hoodie. She came to sit next to on the bed, rubbing gentle circles on the back you’d turned on her. She could feel then that you were crying. You were silent, but she could feel the erratic way you were breathing as your chest heaved. “What’s wrong, baby? It’s okay. Mama’s here. Mama’s got you honey. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know,” you cried weakly. “I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s just… everyday is like this. I just wake up with this feeling of despair, and then I go to work and everything is so loud and there’s too many smells and I have to pretend to be happy while I make everyone’s coffee, but I’m just so so tired. I feel like my mind and body are screaming and crying for someone to help me, but this is just my life and no one is coming to save me.”

Wanda pulled you into her lap, not caring that you were still soaking wet. She shushed your cries and rocked you back and forth, letting you ramble and sob into her arms. She tucked your wet hair under her chin, pulling you to her chest so you could feel the gentle beating of her heart. “Shhshsh, let it all out honey. You’re home now. Mama’s got you.”

“All I can do is escape to this white knight fairytale where things are different, and I have friends again, and I don’t have to go on like this. But I’m just being repeatedly ripped out of that fairytale and pulled back into this awful reality I have no choice but to live in. I’m a high school drop out, all my friends left me, I hate my job but I’m just going to hate any job that takes up so much of my time. I can pretend all I want that things are or will be different but this is real life and I’m miserable! I’m miserable and I’m going to be like this until I die!” You sobbed, breathlessly heaving into Wanda’s chest.

Wanda felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She wished she could be your white knight, take you somewhere far away where you didn’t have to worry about all of the awful things happening in your life. She couldn’t imagine what your situation must feel like right now, hopelessly trying to claw your way out of a well you’re stuck at the bottom of. There were things she was working with you on. You were going to get your GED at the end of the year, but it was still going to be another year before you could even start applying to colleges. The road was going to be long, but she was confident you’d pull through.

That wasn’t what you needed right now, though. You didn’t need to hear her say that just maybe, in a whole two years, you might be able to get your life back on track. You needed something now. You needed something to get you through the night.

“How about this,” she proposed, holding your teary face in her hands. “You take a nice warm shower and get all nice and clean while I go downstairs and finish dinner for your dad and the boys. And then I’ll come back up here with some mac and cheese and some chicken nuggets and we have a special girls’ night?”

You sniffled hesitantly, unsure if you could handle it all: the shower, the food, the company. But in the end, you nodded. Your only other option was to sit in here, alone, withering away in your cold work uniform.

“That’s my sweet girl,” she cooed, pinching you lightly on the cheek. “I’ll pick out some pjs for you and get your water running. One step at a time, angel. I know it’s hard, but you can do this.” She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, and walked off to start your shower.

It felt insurmountable, but you got up, washed yourself off in the shower, and dried off before putting on the pajamas Wanda set out for you. On top, there was a fresh one of her sweatshirts for you to wear. You threw it on, inhaling her sweet scent with your arms up to your nose. You made your way back into your bedroom.

Within five minutes of you getting back, Wanda came knocking on your door with some mac and cheese and microwave chicken nuggets. Your stomach turned at the sight of the food. Even your safest meal felt nauseating.

“I know you don’t wanna eat, love, but you’ve gotta try and eat at least a little bit for me, okay? We’ll start with two nuggets and half of the mac and cheese,” she says.

You nodded, reluctantly taking the plate and working on your mac and cheese.

“Now, I think it’s time for a movie and some cuddles, don’t you think?” Wanda asked, already setting up the pillows and blankets on the bed. “What would you like to watch?”

You shrugged, unable to think of anything helpful while fighting your stomach for cooperation. “You pick.”

Wanda gave you a soft smile of understanding. She understood the inability to make a decision, and she was more than happy to make one in your stead. She ended up putting Tangled on the small tv in your room.

She sat against your headboard, legs spread and tapped the space in between, welcoming you to sit. When you did, she threw your favorite blanket over your shoulders and set your favorite stuffed animal, Thomas, in your lap. You rested your chin on his head.

“Do you want me to braid your hair like Rapunzel’s?” She asked once you’d gotten to the hair brushing scene.

You buried your face into Thomas. “I-I didn’t wash it in the shower,” you admitted shamefully. It needed to be washed after being in the rain, but you were out of energy.

“That’s okay,” she assured without judgement, starting a French braid on your dirty, wet hair. “We’ll put some dry shampoo in it in the morning.” She braided your hair with you curled up between her legs, tying it off with a little pink ribbon.

“If I were Rapunzel, I’d let you climb up my hair,” you said when she finished, leaning back against her chest.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, giggling at your silly antidote and kissing the back of your head. “You would?”

You nodded against her shoulder. “Yeah. Not dad though.”

Wanda smiled and giggled again. “You just want your tower to be me and you? No one else?”

You shook your head. “Just me and mama, in our tower together.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Just you and mama in a tower, huh? I can definitely get behind that. What would we do in our tower all day?”

You shrugged. “You could braid my hair, and we could sings songs, read books together, paint the walls, snuggle in our bed. We could do whatever we wanted really.”

She smiled, noting that you had said ‘our bed’, implying your dream castle only had one bed for the two of you to share. “So they would be no one to stop me from doing this?” She turned your head with her hand and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You looked at her for just a moment before chasing her lips again. And again. And again.

She giggled. “Okay, honey. That’s enough.” She certainly didn’t mind the kisses, but she knew you’d spend the whole movie kissing her if she let you. And she still had plans.

You curled back up in her lap. Right. You were letting yourself get lost in fairytale again. You weren’t in a tower in the forest with no one else. You were in real life, with your father and step-brothers in the rooms surrounding you. Wanda wasn’t your handsome rogue, she was your stepmother. This wasn’t a quirky pairing between a theft and a princess. This was a disgustingly taboo relationship that would ostracize you from everyone in your life if they found out.

Wanda wrapped her arms back around you, pulling you close. “Hey, princess,” she said, kissing your temple. She sensed your discomfort and could immediately tell what you were thinking. She wanted to stay with you in this fairytale for just a little longer. It couldn’t be forever, of course, but you could play pretend, for now. “We don’t have to leave our tower just yet. We have until morning, just the two of us.”

“M-morning?” You asked. Wanda always had to leave early in the night. She had to go back her room so your dad wouldn’t get suspicious.

She stroked your hair, slicking back the frizzy hairs that escaped your braid. “I told your dad that you’re not feeling well and I was gonna stay in here tonight.” She pointed to the packed air mattress on the floor. She had no plans of sleeping on it, of course, but she needed to make the lie believable.

You looked at her with wide teary eyes, unable to believe she’d do such kind thing for you, even when the risk of it was so high. She just returned the look with a soft smile and redirected your attention to the movie.

The movie was nearing the end, specifically when they finally get to see the lanterns and light on of their own. Wanda leaned forward and kissed your neck, using her hand to direct your head up to the ceiling. She turned on the fairy lights that lined the ceiling. They’d been there since you were a teenager, but you never turned them on. Most days you forgot they were there. She turned them to a setting with a gentle twinkle.

You were so overcome with love, you flipped yourself around in her lap so you were straddling her legs and wrapping your arms loosely around her neck. You felt like your entire body was buzzing with electricity when she pulled you down by the back of your neck into a kiss. A real kiss this time, not just the pecks she was giving you earlier. You whimpered against her lips.

“Shh, angel,” she whispered against you, advising you to quiet down before she had to stop. You slipped your hands under the hem of her shirt, tugging on it in a silent request. “Sweetheart, we can’t…” she said sadly but firmly. There was no way she could fuck you while everyone else was still home, no matter how badly she wanted to.

“I know,” you assured. “I don’t want to. Just let me feel you. Please.”

She looked in your pleading eyes, now twinkling in the fairy lights. She sighed. She couldn’t deny you anything. She slipped the shirt off over her head, leaving her bare under you.

You smiled, lying down on top of her and rubbing your face against her soft exposed skin. She smiled down at you, affectionately wrapping her arms around you to rub your back.

“I love you, mama,” you said, nuzzling your face into her chest with the first genuine smile you’ve had all day.

“I love you too, baby,” she said, squeezing you into her and kissing the top of your head. She couldn’t fix everything for you, but, when you needed it most, she could give you your fairytale.

[hustlecandy]

Part 2 of this post under cut!

11. Bug Rangers

Does anyone else think it's funny that Ann says Bug Rangers is for kids, yet most of the characters we see that enjoy the Bug Rangers are adults? Anyway, here's a Jayde admiring her poster.

12. Paint

Another Vi's Request redraw. What can I say? It's a fun quest!

14. Boomerang

Vi (<- unaware) buying the Beemarang (<- stolen) from Shades (<- jerk) for the first time

15. Snack (Original prompt: Picnic)

Tbh that spot GS Technician shows Team Snakemouth looks like it would make a good picnic spot. If you ignore all the lesser bugs on the path, that is. Also, they're holding the foods they mention liking when you inspect Fry!

16. Original Character

At this rate, this is just gonna be me infodumping about my OCs buuut. Here's Team Thornbush! They were intended to be Team Snakemouth but Fucked Up And Evil, but I couldn't think of an evil version of Leif so they're just a much worse Team Mothiva. Lobeelia, the leader, is Vi's worst traits dialed up to 11 - she's a proud thief who uses her stolen crossbow to threaten those around her into submission and treats her companions like mere obstacles. Jacques is a beetle from the North who had it beat into his head as a grub that he was only useful if he was helping someone else, so he's extremely selfless to the point of self-destructive tendencies and would gladly give his own life for Lobeelia's. Like Cenn and Pisci, they aren't real explorers and just do whatever gets them berries.

20. Wasp

Yet another OC, this is Rusty the Ampulex ferruginea, who - like Hoaxe - was orphaned at a young age. Instead of being adopted by (other) wasps, however, they were mistaken as an ant and adopted by an ant couple. Even after their parents discovered they were actually a wasp, they still treated them like their own flesh and blood. They're currently a guard working at the Rubber Prison, in charge of handling the more rowdy inmates. Being a solitary wasp like Zasp, they weren't affected by Hoaxe's mind control and fought back.

21. Palace

Redraw of one of my favorite scenes from Chapter 4 with my Team Snakemouth humanizations! The reason Leif's hair covers their eyes is since their eyes are technically hollowed out in bug form, in human their eyes are permanently rolled into the back of their head. Fun stuff /s

25. North (Original prompt: Rage)

"You took EVERYTHING from me!" "I don't even know who you are." Moment

[viwifey]

ARCANE 1.03 - "FINALLY GOT THE NAME RIGHT"

Vi dropping her gauntlets before going to touch Cait

[mantisgodsdomain]

Also, to those who pay attention to this sort of thing: yes, worker pronouns are something we tend to translate to she/her in English. Yes, ZBT-159 uses they/them. The cordyceps colony tends to lean towards the social bug triad of gender, which treats Worker as a "default" in the same way that a lot of human languages tend to have masculine double as their neutral. Though it's in Bugnish rather than Roach, Bau uses the same general sort of thing - "defaulting", and then having that translated in text as they/them.

(Fun Fact: Bugnish, being invented by social bugs with only mild input from roaches, actually completely lacks native pronouns for non-social bugs. You just sort of get assigned a gender formed by the lens of social bug society, and then you have to stick with that to be understood through the lens of Bugnish gender, even if it's a word that doesn't describe you or your species's view of gender whatsoever. People tend to get tetchy if you use Queen pronouns for yourself, though.)

(Bau, belonging to a single-sexed species, doesn't really fit into either binary or trinary. They're neither and both. Their species doesn't have the same system as those around them, so they end up being a weird outlier who doesn't fit in no matter what. Though other dune crickets handle this in different ways, Bau's personal approach is just... going by whatever they're called. They/any as in "people usually default to they/them because they don't know what else to use and Bau doesn't correct them". Their actual gender presentation in bug terms is something like the extreme gender maximalism you see in a lot of older cartoon villains.)

Since we've got all three character chapters of The House Is Established posted, we can now talk about fun things like roach pronouns. Come, learn about the grammar toys for Roach we've been tinkering with.

There are, at current: 8* distinct pronouns in Roach. Three of these are the "original" pronouns, and five were later adapted during communication with social bugs in order to avoid paying deadly insults to the queen or her colony through either treating the queen as interchangeable with other colony members or referring to an entire gender of the colony as objects. The cordyceps of Snakemouth Den speak a dialect that uses the "object" pronouns far more heavily in personal speech, and adds another set of pronouns for specifically inanimate objects.

Roach, when used purely among other Roaches, has three gendered pronouns: Male, Female, and Object. These are used in all personal pronouns (i.e. "I" "me" and "myself" will be different depending on what gender the speaker is using for themself). Object is not generally used to refer to oneself in first person, but can also be used to refer to any non-roach you do not know the gender of, or people you do not respect.

Male and Female also have distinct "plural" variants, for when referring to oneself in first person while speaking for a group. This is similar in usage to the Royal We - it expresses some amount of authority on the speaker's part, and indicates that they are acting as the voice for a group, rather than only themself.

During initial diplomatic relations with the Ant Queen, the genders of Queen, Drone, and Worker. While Worker pronouns have both singular and plural variants, Queen and Drone are plural by default - it is assumed that the speaker is always speaking as the voice of the colony, as these were primarily used for diplomatic purposes, and thus would generally only be used by people actively engaging in diplomacy.

Roach pronouns would later merge into general diplomacy between kingdoms, which would stick around as loan words after the Roaches themselves declined. Two more would also come into formal use by present time. Queen-Alate pronouns refer to an alate that is not yet a queen, and have both singular and plural variants, as a queen-alate is not necessarily attached to a colony by default. King pronouns are plural by default and almost exclusively used by the current Termite King.

Roach pronouns in modern bugnish are considered excessively formal and almost exclusively used for kingdom diplomacy. As all major factions participating in diplomacy at the time of language exchange were social bugs except for Roaches, Male and Female pronouns fall into the category of "obscure enough that no one uses them anymore", as the only people using them were Roaches, and not the surviving Kingdoms. Object also technically falls into this category, but its dual meaning as an insult is somewhat retained, though it is extremely antiquated and would warrant a response similar to calling a real human person a "parasitaster" in the year 2024. Canon Leif, specifically, uses Drone (Plural) almost exclusively.

If this all seems very confusing: don't worry! We have a chart of what pronouns do or do not exist in these variants of roach for your viewing pleasure. Character pronouns are below the cut.

Vi: It/its. Object (Plural). Sometimes swaps to Inanimate Object (Plural) for a few months every decade or so. Will refer to self as Queen (Plural) exclusively when trying to piss people off. No one will call it by Queen (Plural) pronouns unless they are also trying to piss it off.

ZB-159: They/them. Worker (Plural). Occasionally Object (Plural) when referring to self when inactive or under maintenance but English doesn't gender its first-person pronouns in a way where we can get this across.

Leif: He/they/it. Varies between Drone (Plural), Object (Plural), Object (Singular), and Inanimate Object (Singular) based on current mental state. Occasionally will use Queen-Alate (Plural) when speaking as a figure of authority, but English still doesn't gender its first-person pronouns in a way where we can get this across.

Kjdrira: They/it. Either Object (Plural) or Queen (Plural). Situational.

ZB-162: It/its. Object (Plural), Object (Singular), or Inanimate Object (Plural). The conditions upon which ZB-162 will be referred to as any given pronoun roughly correspond to the conditions under which the hive network may be referred to as such. Most of the time, sentences that mention ZB-162 will also include the hive network either by mention or by implication. There is very little distance between ZB-162 and the system it maintains.

[tales-from-elysivm]

Can you do some headcanons or stories on arcane? Specifically Vi or Sevika if your comfortable. I was just wondering but if you don't want to then you don't have to, you have free will.

Know that you're loved!

★。／ !bark like you want it! ＼。★

pairing: vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader (separate)

fandom: arcane

word count: 1,470

tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, and MDNI content, mainly because we know these are some dominant ass women ;) 

THIS IS NSFW CONTENT! BE WARNED!

song title: bark like you want it by sir mix-a-lot

notes: i love my girl vi so this request was a given, thank you anon! Hope you enjoy! :D I normally didn't like Sevika as much, but I will admit, writing her head canons for this post definitely made me reconsider

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

↳˗ˏviˎ˗ ↴

Vi is (without a doubt) very rough around the edges

She’s street-smart but she doesn’t really know what to do when it comes to actual romantic relationships, sex is easy, feelings are hard 

Her time in Stillwater makes her distrustful of people, along with her generally traumatic and difficult childhood, so it will probably take a while for her to begin to see you in a less-than-threat way

After that things are pretty smooth

You don’t really know where the split between ‘friendship’ and ‘relationship’ is, because they both include her joking, flirtatious personality ranging from skirting touches on your thighs and up your back, or teasing pet names like ‘sweetheart’, ‘cupcake’ and ‘love’

Other than that she’s very protective of you, especially if you live in Zaun

If you go out on errands she’ll always make sure she’s conveniently there at the times you like to go, able to loop an arm around your waist and guide you through the crowds

If someone is stupid enough to try and pull something on either one of you, Vi is not above beating the shit out of someone to keep them from laying a hand on you

I have a feeling that she’d confess to you accidentally in the middle of a fight

Perhaps she had been disappearing for long periods of time, and coming back bloodied and injured, refusing to tell you anything of her adventures (mainly because she doesn’t want to worry you). And eventually you pester her for a bit too long and begin a full verbal fight, where she suddenly blurts that she loves you

Now as a lover?

The teasing banter still remains, her little playful nicknames too, if anything they get worse. But she gets more confident with her touches, more deliberate. A hand in your backpocket while you’re walking, an arm around your shoulder, pinching your ass when you’re waiting outside a store, this girl has no shame

! mdni content below !

Now, i have a feeling that Vi isn’t really uneducated when it comes to sex

If anything i feel like she’s a fast learner-

The first time you actually lie together, Vi is sure to take it at your own pace, eager to please beneath a taunting smile, even if you don’t know what you like at first, she’s likely to find it quickly 

I personally don’t see Vi as owning too many sex toys - if any at all - but i think she would 100% favour using her fingers to anything else

Just the way you clench down on them, how she can use the rough calluses on the pad of her thumb on your clit to her advantage, and how deep she can pry, anything to make you scream for her

To be honest? I also 10000% expect her to try and flip you over and put you in a chokehold with her forearm tight against your throat, just adding enough delicious pressure to hitch your breath, but never enough to hurt too much

9/10

Her oral game would be fucking good too, i can tell. But she’d probably prefer to finger you or use a strap-on so she can continue to tease you with all these sinful little things she can come up with while she fucks into you

I’d say more of a biter, but she can still eat you out like a starving woman

Oral game 7/10

Aftercare is important to her, always making sure that she wasn’t too rough with you, cleaning you up, running you a bath or just lying with you to cuddle. Wants to make sure you know that you’re more important to her than some casual fling, and that she wants to ensure your happiness above anything

(Also gives you some balm for the definite bruises on your thighs and throat :D)

↳˗ˏsevikaˎ˗ ↴

Sevika is… intense

In all honesty, probably started as enemies

She probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you unless you already worked with Silco, so we could say you started in the shimmer warehouses, helping to distribute it throughout Zaun

You get your work done effectively, so Sevika overall sees you as a valuable position in the business, and keeps you around without much complaint

At some point Silco requested you deliver a hefty batch of shimmer to a more dangerous part of the Undercity, and sent Sevika with you to ensure no messes were left behind

Safe to say, you were ambushed

Despite Sevika being there to ‘protect’ you, you’re still able to hold your own, displaying proficient skill with your weapons against bandits who thought they could steal some of the shimmer vials. In the carnage, Sevika decides begrudgingly that she has respect for you

From there, it’s less of a ‘friendship’ and more of a drinking buddy situation

She doesn’t often tolerate the presence of others in her private time, so you label it as a friendship initially

She’s slightly more soft-spoken when she’s alone with you, and shares her cigars with you while she’s gambling, which often earns a strange look from her opponents as you hover over her mechanical shoulder with her cigar hanging from between your lips to see her hand, a bit too close

But Sevika lets you be without anything more than a bit of a grumble

I don’t think she’d even particularly say outright that she loves you

What happens is - instead - that you both have a drinking binge at the pub one night, after a successful night of gambling, and you both get absolutely shit-faced

While drunk she drags you back to her house and the night is filled with hazy sex, enthusiastic makeouts and early-morning cigarette smoke

You try to sneak out the next morning, expecting it to only be a one-night thing

She catches you (i headcanon that she’s a pretty light sleeper, but i suppose that could be said for most Zaunites). I don’t think she’d even say it then, just drag your ass back to bed for a (consensual) round two

After that you go to the bar together as normal, go about your business, now with the added bonus of Sevika protectively snarling at a drunk guy hitting on you by saying ‘that’s my spouse, fuck off’

(And of course, with plenty of sneaky sex between your deliveries and hurried makeouts :D)

! mdni content below !

BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS MFS, THIS SHIT IS KINKY

I would like to clarify, you will never top in this situation, Sevika would rather die than bottom to anyone, no matter how much she loves you

Spanking, spanking, spanking, spanking–

Hickeys, bruises, bite marks, the red tracks of her nails over your back, just anything that would leave even the most fleeting mark on your skin

That being said, would also 100% leave hickeys on places she knows you can’t hide easily

Definitely into sex toys (ball gags, bondage, strap ons and vibrators with little remotes she can keep in her pocket just in case, she especially likes to plant down one of those dildos with the suction cups and get you to ride it, all the while begging for her to just touch you, but she refuses, smoking as she watches you cry out for her)

She also likes crying-

I think she’d prefer to have you from behind, your back against her chest, ramming into you with one of her favourite straps, one hand pinching at your nipples, tweaking them between her fingers, and the other rolling tight circles on your clit, sometimes switching one out to wrap around the column of your throat

Definitely into edging on most days, and will resort to overstim if she’s happy with the work you’ve done in the day

Risky sex is definitely her thing, in her office in Silco’s base, in the warehouse on the crates of shimmer, under her desk, you on your knees to service her

She’s especially rough, and absolutely loves some degradation, and the way it makes you clench around her strap or her fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head while you scream for her

Aftercare is rarely over-the-top

She’ll cuddle you if you ask her explicitly but she prefers to share a cigar with you, or blowing smoke into your open mouth while you breathe against her bare chest

If she’s been unable to fuck you for some time, she’ll clean you up after about four or five rounds, mainly by eating you out until you end up giving her another two, but she’ll make sure you’re clean before you pass out anyway

Despite everything, Sevika will always make sure she doesn’t go to far

If anyone asks though, she will absolutely deny how she always makes sure you remember your safeword before you have sex after a makeout

thanks for the request anon!

if you have any more requests don't hesitate to ask :)

[grimm-writings]

swallow

…ft! sunday x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, spoiler-free, first kiss, a shy sunday practising selfishness

…wc! 823

…notes! i’m obsessed with this nerd and want to give my attempt and writing how i feel he goes about romance (VERY AWKWARDLY). have at thee.

Don’t move.

Do not do anything.  Do not even respond.

It’s the one request Sunday made of you for the moment.  He revealed the fear that he would like to kiss you, but fear of anything unexpected occurring during it throws him off.  You understand; the idea of being vulnerable and under someone’s scrutiny can be extremely nerve wracking.

Thus, this was your solution.  You weren’t to reciprocate, you weren’t to place your hands anywhere, you weren’t to move even a muscle.  Sunday is still slowly coming to terms with being with you, never mind having you as his own.  This is a slow process, and you’re willing to do things at his speed.

Sunday is on his knees, level with you sitting on a chair.  His torso fits between your legs as he apprehensively glances up at you.  You grant him a reassuring smile, and nod at him.

Your eyes flutter shut as the besotted Halovian swallows down his anxieties.

He’s come this far.  It’d be a shame to miss out on you.

Sunday doesn’t dare touch or hold you, at least not yet.  His face approaches yours at a slow speed, as if he himself was slowed down by time.  His lip quivers when your breath fans against his own.

Cautious, Sunday allows himself the will to shut his eyes, lest he cowers and moves away once more.  Xipe help me, he internally scrutinises himself.  He can feel himself shaking.  How pathetic.  If he were more like a prince or some hero from a novel, someone truly worthy of you, he’d have already swept you off your feet.

Yet here he is, frozen stiff at the very idea of touching you.

He knows you’re resisting from encouraging him, reassuring him that it’s okay, he can take his time.  He doesn’t need to hear you to know it.  Your eyes flutter, tempted to open to spare him a glance, make sure he’s okay.

If he’s being quite honest, Sunday feels like he might faint.

Gloved fingers, trembling, push hair away from your face.  Even without looking at you directly, Sunday can imagine where you are, where all your features lay, with such clarity.  Has he memorised you so thoroughly?  He stares more than he thought.

His palm rests on your cheek.  For a moment, he wonders what it’d be like if it were skin-on-skin contact.  His hands, he doesn’t think they’re worthy of holding you so honestly, so purely.  This barrier of fabric is for both of your own sakes.  Sunday isn’t sure if he could bear the thought of being so intimate.

In his mind, he can hear Robin’s laughter– asking in disbelief if he truly is that timid.

It’s as clear as a glass cage, Sunday is utterly hopeless in your presence.

He doesn’t wish harm unto you, and considering his position, that’s a very likely thing.  You are the glass, reflecting back at him.  Shining, gleaming with a light Sunday vies for so ardently.

Your warm breath is like the sun wishing him nothing but pleasure for the hours to come.  He can imagine you withholding the temptation to smile, feeling the heat radiating off his cheeks against your own.

He’s weak.

He’s completely weak for you.

Lips brush against yours, at long last, and Sunday hesitates.  He’s so close, and he still finds himself freezing up again.  How long has it been?  Seconds?  Minutes?  The desire to be so meticulous about a mere kiss…  Losing that sense of control would mean disaster for dear Sunday.

It’s mind-boggling to him how perfectly his lips slot onto yours.  With precision, (practised?  Did he rehearse all this on a pillow or something?  Perish the thought!)  Sunday presses his mouth against your own.

As promised, you don’t move.

You do not do anything.  You do not even respond.

Chaste, pure, controlled.  Sunday has kissed you, as arduous and nail-biting the whole proceeding was.  He pulls away after exactly three seconds, you count, and your eyes flutter open to see him, at the most vulnerable he’s willing to be right now.

You can’t help but smile, resisting the urge to giggle right in Sunday’s face.

“Aeons, you look so stressed!”  You note.  You rub your hand over his clothed arm, that hovers awkwardly in the air after you moved away from where he was holding you.  “With that red face of yours, you nearly look like a swallow!”

Sunday avoids eye contact for now, merely humming a nervous laugh.  “I just… hope it was to your standard. You deserve it.”

You had to hold back all urges you had just to throw your arms around your love and kiss him all over.  Boundaries are there for a reason.  You take his tense hand in yours and squeeze it, bringing it to your chest, just over your heart.

“It was perfect.”

Sunday smiles, golden irises finally daring to meet yours.  “Yes.  I concur.”

[yolli-es]

this is my first request can we please get a yandere jinx headcanons please

Yandere!Jinx × Reader ❤️‍🩹

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, abuse, mentions of death

This is my first request too, and I am SO HAPPY!! I've wanted to write about this for a long time, but it was difficult for me. Believe me, I broke my head typing all this.

Jinx lacked tenderness and care in her life.

Vi showed her support and love in Jinx's childhood; Silco did the same thing later... it's still not enough.

When Jinx lost Silko and her sister, who had just come back into her life, she was on the verge of death. Not a day went by without her crying, hysterics, and self-harming. It was horrible, painful, and pathetic.

She also took on a mountain of responsibility for which she was never prepared.

And then you appeared. So serious, responsible, and ready for anything. You came to her office and did all the dirty work.

And also very understanding, kind, and patient.

Having witnessed her breakdown, you were absolutely calm. You did not run away, stayed close and pulled her back together.

Even after Jinx's numerous outbursts at you, even after the hard work and all that crap, you stayed. By her side, with her curse.

You reminded her of Vi with your kindness and Silko with your devotion. All the best in one person.

No, more expensive than them.

How could she not become attached to you?

You are the center of her life, the main object of her attention.

It was becoming physically painful for Jinx to be away from you for longer than 8 hours.

Whenever you worked, she always found a reason to be there, justifying it with help or a simple check on the quality of work.

She also began to keep her emotions in check, often biting her lips until they bled just to keep the voices from getting the better of her.

Jinx pays no less attention to her "work" because she noticed how your eyes sparkle while she creates a new gadget or uses it in action.

Now she does all this for you. Just for you.

Jinx just wanted to seem normal to you. Better than what you had already seen. She didn't want to scare you or make you hate her.

That's why she will never admit that she is following you.

Unfortunately, you're not always willing to share your personal life with the "boss," so she had to take matters into her own hands.

Going to the store? She's in the shadow of the stores. Sitting at the bar? She's taken the table behind you. Sleeping in your house? She's outside the window, and in a couple of hours, next to your bed.

Jinx counted all the moles on your face.

She only felt guilty once, when she was spying on you in the shower.

Jinx knew it was wrong, but she just couldn't say "no" to herself then. Mylo made cruel jokes about her afterward.

But it's your own fault for never locking the doors, isn't it?

Now she knows the exact number of moles, scars, and birthmarks on your entire body.

Your things started disappearing, and yes, it was her doing.

Jinx just wanted to have a piece of you in her home.

But then, when Jinx was so deeply in love with you, something irreparable happened—truly terrible for Jinx.

You find a partner.

You didn't even Fucking tell her. She saw it for herself when you were kissing so dirty at the bar.

Jinx was scared. The voices started screaming.

"You've been abandoned again, traded again."

This is the point of no return. Jinx can no longer hold the boundaries.

She didn't want, no, she couldn't lose you like Silko and Vi. She's not an idiot, and twice was enough.

As soon as you are alone, Jinx knocks you out and takes you to her.

It seemed like she had been preparing for this before, like "just in case."

The first month was terrible. You were struggling and didn't want to listen to Jinx at all.

Jinx didn't even tie you up, leaving you to roam around the room freely. This caused problems, and every time Jinx had to fight you. It was shitty, she got seriously beaten by you every time because she couldn't respond properly so as not to hurt you.

She was understanding and patient, just like you were with her before this.

But as soon as you started talking about freedom, Jinx would break down.

She was so angry, screaming and clutching her head. She even brought a knife with her once.

Jinx even swung at you but never hit you. No, that's too hard. You don't deserve it.

Every time after that, she pulled her hair as punishment.

She didn't really want to keep you here, a secret from everyone. Jinx was crazy, but not stupid, and was perfectly aware of what she was doing. But she also couldn't risk it anymore.

What if you run away? What if you find someone again?

Jinx was just afraid of losing you. The thought made her shake and feel sick.

You didn't understand why she was doing this to you. You really loved Jinx, and now you're getting this?

Once you realize that Jinx is just scared, everything becomes easier.

Still, you came to work here just for her. A stupid affair in a bar shouldn't have hurt your baby blue so much.

When she came to you and heard a declaration of love instead of the usual "get lost," it made her freeze. And then smile.

She didn't believe it.

And then you stopped fighting with her, being rude, and seemed to be okay with Jinx's extra touching.

The moment of realizing that it was not a joke was the happiest and, at the same time, the most frightening.

Now she had no room for error and she thought about all the possible future failures. And then you kissed her and Jinx immediately melted. She managed to focus on you and not on her mistakes.

She had never done this before.

Finally, your relationship has become official.

It took you another week before you could finally get out of there. Jinx still didn't trust you completely, even though she tried.

Jinx's house is your home; if you need something, then she needs something too; if you go somewhere, then she goes too.

Jinx was also very clingy. Before, she held herself back and didn't allow herself to touch you unless absolutely necessary. Now, she can do it as much as she wants. She doesn't care where you are, when, or why; there is no wrong time for a hug, a kiss, or a light slap.

Finally, Jinx can ask you the weirdest, stupidest, most personal, and most lustful questions. You are a couple, after all, and that means she has the right to know everything about you.

And it doesn’t matter that she already knows most of your stories.

Jinx adores you and would do anything. But now she didn't trust the people around her at all.

Suspicious meetings with someone better than Jinx will be seen as blatant betrayal in her eyes. And believe me, she won't let it go that easily.

At times like these, she regrets that she gave you back your freedom.

At first, Jinx will be angry. She will definitely start a showdown, possibly right there on the spot.

Often this went beyond the boundaries of ordinary conversation, and Jinx just shot their limbs.

It's their own fault. Everyone knows Jinx, what's their problem?

But when you explain yourself, Jinx finally lets you see her real emotion.

In fact, Jinx is not confident at all. All the important people have left her; she won't survive another time.

Therefore, you are no longer allowed to communicate with anyone other than her.

A relationship with Jinx will be suffocating, but she will never make you feel lonely, unloved or unfulfilled. She also takes care of all your basic needs.

Jinx is one of those yandere who will resort to any manipulation and tricks just so you don't leave her. Otherwise, she will break, and you will definitely know about it.

Your first sex will happen very quickly. What you expected from a touch-hungry girl?

Jinx has no experience at all, so she makes up for it with her energy. She kisses you, bites, pinches, and licks absolutely everything.

She will definitely leave hickeys on you. It's inevitable. 

When it comes to penetration, she suddenly becomes quiet and slow. She is just a little awkward and very scared. 

What if she hurts you? Or is it unpleasant? Or maybe you already feel disgusted by her? 

Kiss her, and it will give her confidence. Jinx will definitely squeeze her legs while you do it. 

When her hand finally reaches your pussy, it will trigger for her. 

It means so much more to her. 

Jinx's hand does a very good job of getting two fingers in at once and pressing on your clit. This is definitely too much for you, so Jinx will have to lean on top of you to keep you from pulling away from her. 

Kisses, kisses, kisses. There will never be enough. 

Jinx will also be very loud. She won't mind at all if everyone knows how good and pleasant it is for her to be with you. 

For the same reason, she will not kiss you on the lips; this will drown out your pleasant moans.

After the first time, Jinx is unstoppable. Now she's ready to fuck you anywhere and anytime. 

Often her initially innocent touches develop into hot sex.

Once you did it against a wall and Jinx held you. It surprised you, but she said that any of her guns would be heavier than you. 

Jinx is also not against experimenting in bed. 

Shibari is her favorite, and she gets better and better at it every time. 

But still, Jinx will never share you with someone. Don't even ask; the thought of it seriously pisses her off. 

Jinx loves to whisper in your ear, "You belong to me.". 

Do the same, and she will definitely get an orgasm.

Touch her as much as possible.

It might be a little rough; it's okay if you touch her. 

Playing with her hair not only calms Jinx down but also turns her on. 

No matter how wild and wayward Jinx is, she will always listen to you. She will definitely notice if you don't like something. 

Ask Jinx anything, and she will do it. 

Spank you? Jinx will make you count. Choke you? She'll be gentle with that. Threesome? NO.

Jinx adores and loves you and is very dependent on you. Sex is one of her ways to show you this. 

I honestly think that Yandere!Jinx is canon Jinx in relationship. I'm also not sure that I wrote everything I wanted to.. I had to miss sleep but I'm just so happy for your support. Thank you. 🥹