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Sevika would prefer if people didn't question her relationship with her significant other...

The Last Drop wasn't open tonight and all the better. After the stress of closing a deal with a new client, Silco gave the crew the night off. No babysitting club patrons and no dealing with shitheels who couldn't hold their liquor. In other words, Sevika was as close to heaven as she could get short of being at home with you.

She sat tucked in her usual corner. Screwdrivers littered the booth table. Oil-slick fingerprints painted the wood like a crime scene. Near-abandoned whiskey fought for dominance over the sweet-smelling stench of modified shimmer. Her work station was a right mess, but she'd rather handle it here than go back home and bother you with it.

She puffed the joint that hung from her mouth, then pinched it with her fingers to take a proper drag.

And exhaled.

It'd been a while since she looked up from her routine maintenance. Her underlings were all behaving, chatting and shooting pool on the other side of the club. Dustin shimmied and danced to the same fucking song on the jukebox. Ran kicked the newcomer's ass at nine-ball to keep him busy. Sevika was grateful for it.

The newcomer, some kid Silco hired, couldn't have been older than twenty-three if Sevika had to guess. Still had the remnants of baby fat glued to his ruddy cheeks. He was annoying as hell with his stupid ass faux hawk haircut and wannabe tough guy voice. He did his work, Sevika would give him props there, but he still had too much to learn. She was only thrilled she didn't have to deal with him on the daily. That was Ran's problem.

Speaking of, the two glanced in Sevika's direction. Ran nodded once, and the kid made his way to Sevika's workstation.

He pulled up a chair, its legs scraping the floor, and sat backwards on it.

"'Sup, Boss?"

She gave him minimal acknowledgement, a grunt and nothing more. She screwed the last bolt into her metal arm.

"So, few of us are uh... planning to do a barhop tomorrow. You in?"

"A crawl? Tomorrow?"

"Y-Yeah, a crawl. You know."

There's no way he didn't rehearse this. And no way Ran didn't put him up to it. They weren't due to crawl for another week. Someone hadn't been paying attention.

"Hmph... Tomorrow, huh? I'll ask my wife."

The newcomer guffawed and slapped his hand on the back of the chair. Ran and others glanced over for a second.

Sevika flexed her arm to test the functionality. Her wrist rotated and her claws splayed as expected. The claws, though, she kept on display as the kid finally calmed down.

"I don't see what's so funny," she said.

He wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. "That.. that was a joke, right?"

"No. I said... I will ask my wife."

"For what? You wear the pants, don't you? Whatcha need her permission for?"

Sevika sat up straighter. Toked the joint and expelled a thick cloud. Between them, only the fan in her arm accounted for any noise. And she coupled that with flexing her claws repeatedly in her hand.

The smirk on the kid's face dropped. His Adam's apple bobbed. He drummed his fingers between the screwdrivers on the table...

...at least until a clawed hand slapped over it. The spark of rage within Sevika pulled the trigger, but she breathed deeply for four seconds to gather herself. The kid looked like he pissed himself. And where that spark lit a small fire, amusement blew in to snuff it out.

She could practically taste the fear from his faux pas.

He struggled in her grip. Sevika had long since mastered gauging the strength in her bronze arm. It was tight enough to bruise but not break, but he was making it worse than need be. All the better.

"Hey, B-Boss, it was joke, right? We're joking?"

She inhaled a final drag of the joint. The tip glowed red-hot, warmth caressing her joints as she removed it from her lips. Ashes fluttered from the end as she flicked it. And in one swift motion, she jammed the lit end into the heel of the newcomer's palm.

He yelped and screamed and begged and pleaded as his skin sizzled. It lasted only a single second. It'd hurt for now, but he'd heal completely in time.

Snickers rang out from the other side of the bar. Ran shook their head.

Sevika leaned in. "Two things. One: don't ever fix your fucking mouth to talk about my relationship with my wife again. Two: we do crawls once a month because that's how often the bars owe us for protection. Pay attention or you'll be sleeping on the streets again by next week. Understand?"

The kid nodded frantically, hand trembling. "Yeah-yeah, I get it. Just lemme go."

"Yeah, what?" She increased the pressure a degree.

"Yes, Boss, I get it. I won't do it again. A-And I'll pay attention, I promise!"

Sevika cracked a smile. "Good boy. Now, go back to your mommy."

At long last, Sevika released him. He recoiled his arm, rubbing the incoming bruises before surveying his palm. He turned tail to skulk off back across the bar where Ran questioned him. Whatever he whimpered about earned him a swift slap upside the head with a curt "you fucking idiot" from Ran.

They shot Sevika a half apologetic, half amused glance, and that's where Sevika knew it was time to leave.

One simple comment nearly set her ablaze. She was at her social limit and wanted nothing more than to return home and spend the rest of her evening with you.

taglist: @gaudesstuff @archangeldyke-all @abitohoney @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @animexaddictedtwt @ash-fall7

#once again my sexuality is Sevika putting men in their place 💁🏽‍♀️

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i’m going to kdxjdhdjhddjjdhs

#i have nothing to say here except i find this extremely funny

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reblog after voting!!

#nah you gon sit there and take my shit or unfollow #rip to everyone who followed me for Apex and now have to deal with my Sevika hyperfixation

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One of my friends thought there might be a correlation here, so let's find out...

No see results, you must decide. Add nuance in tags/replies if you wish.

reblogging for larger sample size appreciated

you can submit polls to this blog via asks and submissions

#not aroace def a monsterfucker

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My sort of maybe embarrassing “late to the game” thing I’m learning now is how to tell if oil has gone bad.

I feel like most other foods have obvious visual tells like mold or they end up smelling foul and obviously bad. But I was googling about oil and the internet says “if it smells like crayons, it’s bad” which would not have been my first guess. And I tested it out on my somewhat old sesame oil and was like “by god, I would describe this as smelling like crayons”

Anyway protip if your old oil smells kinda like crayons it’s probably no good 🖍️

#I don't think I've had oil go bad 🤔

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i just found out tumblr was storing over three GIGABYTES of cookies on my device without me knowing and that's why it's been running so fucking slow recently... incredible. anyways everyone go clear your fucking cookies. don't let this website run a goddamn video game's worth of disc space in the background for no good reason.

#the real question is why are yall not clearing yall data and cookies every once in a while anyway

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A reminder.

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Sevika would prefer if people didn't question her relationship with her significant other...

The Last Drop wasn't open tonight and all the better. After the stress of closing a deal with a new client, Silco gave the crew the night off. No babysitting club patrons and no dealing with shitheels who couldn't hold their liquor. In other words, Sevika was as close to heaven as she could get short of being at home with you.

She sat tucked in her usual corner. Screwdrivers littered the booth table. Oil-slick fingerprints painted the wood like a crime scene. Near-abandoned whiskey fought for dominance over the sweet-smelling stench of modified shimmer. Her work station was a right mess, but she'd rather handle it here than go back home and bother you with it.

She puffed the joint that hung from her mouth, then pinched it with her fingers to take a proper drag.

And exhaled.

It'd been a while since she looked up from her routine maintenance. Her underlings were all behaving, chatting and shooting pool on the other side of the club. Dustin shimmied and danced to the same fucking song on the jukebox. Ran kicked the newcomer's ass at nine-ball to keep him busy. Sevika was grateful for it.

The newcomer, some kid Silco hired, couldn't have been older than twenty-three if Sevika had to guess. Still had the remnants of baby fat glued to his ruddy cheeks. He was annoying as hell with his stupid ass faux hawk haircut and wannabe tough guy voice. He did his work, Sevika would give him props there, but he still had too much to learn. She was only thrilled she didn't have to deal with him on the daily. That was Ran's problem.

Speaking of, the two glanced in Sevika's direction. Ran nodded once, and the kid made his way to Sevika's workstation.

He pulled up a chair, its legs scraping the floor, and sat backwards on it.

"'Sup, Boss?"

She gave him minimal acknowledgement, a grunt and nothing more. She screwed the last bolt into her metal arm.

"So, few of us are uh... planning to do a barhop tomorrow. You in?"

"A crawl? Tomorrow?"

"Y-Yeah, a crawl. You know."

There's no way he didn't rehearse this. And no way Ran didn't put him up to it. They weren't due to crawl for another week. Someone hadn't been paying attention.

"Hmph... Tomorrow, huh? I'll ask my wife."

The newcomer guffawed and slapped his hand on the back of the chair. Ran and others glanced over for a second.

Sevika flexed her arm to test the functionality. Her wrist rotated and her claws splayed as expected. The claws, though, she kept on display as the kid finally calmed down.

"I don't see what's so funny," she said.

He wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. "That.. that was a joke, right?"

"No. I said... I will ask my wife."

"For what? You wear the pants, don't you? Whatcha need her permission for?"

Sevika sat up straighter. Toked the joint and expelled a thick cloud. Between them, only the fan in her arm accounted for any noise. And she coupled that with flexing her claws repeatedly in her hand.

The smirk on the kid's face dropped. His Adam's apple bobbed. He drummed his fingers between the screwdrivers on the table...

...at least until a clawed hand slapped over it. The spark of rage within Sevika pulled the trigger, but she breathed deeply for four seconds to gather herself. The kid looked like he pissed himself. And where that spark lit a small fire, amusement blew in to snuff it out.

She could practically taste the fear from his faux pas.

He struggled in her grip. Sevika had long since mastered gauging the strength in her bronze arm. It was tight enough to bruise but not break, but he was making it worse than need be. All the better.

"Hey, B-Boss, it was joke, right? We're joking?"

She inhaled a final drag of the joint. The tip glowed red-hot, warmth caressing her joints as she removed it from her lips. Ashes fluttered from the end as she flicked it. And in one swift motion, she jammed the lit end into the heel of the newcomer's palm.

He yelped and screamed and begged and pleaded as his skin sizzled. It lasted only a single second. It'd hurt for now, but he'd heal completely in time.

Snickers rang out from the other side of the bar. Ran shook their head.

Sevika leaned in. "Two things. One: don't ever fix your fucking mouth to talk about my relationship with my wife again. Two: we do crawls once a month because that's how often the bars owe us for protection. Pay attention or you'll be sleeping on the streets again by next week. Understand?"

The kid nodded frantically, hand trembling. "Yeah-yeah, I get it. Just lemme go."

"Yeah, what?" She increased the pressure a degree.

"Yes, Boss, I get it. I won't do it again. A-And I'll pay attention, I promise!"

Sevika cracked a smile. "Good boy. Now, go back to your mommy."

At long last, Sevika released him. He recoiled his arm, rubbing the incoming bruises before surveying his palm. He turned tail to skulk off back across the bar where Ran questioned him. Whatever he whimpered about earned him a swift slap upside the head with a curt "you fucking idiot" from Ran.

They shot Sevika a half apologetic, half amused glance, and that's where Sevika knew it was time to leave.

One simple comment nearly set her ablaze. She was at her social limit and wanted nothing more than to return home and spend the rest of her evening with you.

taglist: @gaudesstuff @archangeldyke-all @abitohoney @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @animexaddictedtwt @ash-fall7

#Arcane #Sevika #Arcane Sevika #Sevika Arcane #Sevika/Reader #Sevika/You #Sevika x Reader #Sevika x You #Canon x Reader #Reader insert #Sevika imagine #Sevika headcanon #headcanon: sevika #writing #fiction #fanfiction #my sexuality is Sevika putting men in their place #I just realized this is kinda similar to the enforcer one but eh who cares #me giving bar crawl a whole new definition >>> #this was not supposed to be this long lmao #once again if you wanna be added or removed to or from the taglist please let me know #was gonna go into more detail about the separation of labor and expectations between Sevika and Reader #but decided not to #I think it's obvious enough from the subtext? 🤔

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happy lesbian visibility week

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happy lesbian visibility week

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Shapeshifter who gets horribly grotesque and mutilated when flustered

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so we're just not gonna have a national conversation about how Boeing killed one of their own employees to keep him from talking to the press

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I had an issue with my werewolf Sevika fic idea where I couldn't figure out for the life of me how to portray the conflict. And I think a shower thought may have solved it: combining this idea with another, separate fic idea I had since the second one didn't really have legs to stand on.

#Arcane #Sevika

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#my Midwest 'everything is flat' ass would not take this

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A wild Fat HO-OH Appeared!

Inspired by this amazing plush Link

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Me when @the-anonmaton drops a new Sevika fic