Where The Fuck Is My Baby Sevika.

im fucking done with arcane

Me when I see men thirsting over Abby 💔(she’s for girls only)

How do you like your mommy issues?

being sevika's clueless, pretty girlfriend.

she's having you hold her arm steady as she repairs it. you're perched on a desk while she's on a chair right in front of you. stiff, frozen metal laid across your pillowy lap. big eyes wondering down at each gear and wire as she leans against your knees to screw a joint into place.

"this thing doesn't look like you at all..."

"yeah, baby, 's an arm."

"no! like, uhm, it looks... fun?"

sevika glances up through her thick lashes, a brow raising curiously and lips curving sideways, "i'm not fun?"

"you're like if the color orange was a person."

"good thing?"

"uh-huh!"

"good."

your knee starts bouncing at some point - sevika sighs and shoots you a soft glare,

"baby," she presses, "stop moving."

"oh, sorry!"

"'s okay," she mutters, "you're real antsy today. need to get up?"

"no, i'm fine." disbelief is written clear over her face, you melt under the mere notion and shrug, "i guess i could get out... in a bit... whenever you're done."

"i've done what i can today," she sits up, a harsh ache panging up her spine and through each rib, "you wanna go out? where?"

"uhmmm," you purse your lips as sevika attaches her clunky new arm -a faint guilt stings through your gut; today was meant to be about slimming the design. cutting jinx's fatty, maximalist design wherever possible.

sevika slices that shame where it sprouts, "'uhm's not a place. i told you those piltover guides are shit scams."

"i know, i know, uhmmm... let me think!"

"okay."

"sev' you're gonna hate me..."

"what's up, baby?" she helps you off the desk with her organic hand, looking down at you passively.

"i have no idea where i wanna go..."

"want me to pick?" she grins when you nod, eyes scrunching cutely. yanking you into her side, sevika shrugs cooly, "can't start hating you 'cuz your head's empty, baby, it's what makes us so good together."

this is me. when you hurt me this is who you’re hurting.

Growing tired of the toxic/abusive Abby headcanons

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I truly don't think Abby has it in her. Not in any timeline, not in any version of herself.

Abby is strong, yes — physically intimidating even- but her strength is protective, never oppressive. She's hyper aware of the power she carries in her body and in her presence, and she's especially careful with the people she loves.

In fact, Abby's worst fear might be becoming a person who could hurt someone she loves. If she even thought she'd made you feel unsafe — emotionally or physically — it would wreck her. She'd spiral into shame, shut down, go quiet for days. She's the type to overcorrect into gentleness because she never wants her strength to feel like a weapon.

She might snap at someone if she's deeply overwhelmed or panicked, especially in a moment of fear or high emotion. But even then, it's reactive — never controlling, never cruel. And she always circles back to take accountability.

What Abby might do instead:

Withdraw. When she's upset, she shuts down. Goes quiet, distant. Not to punish— but because she doesn't know how to process it without accidentally hurting someone. This could feel like rejection if you didn't understand it, but it's self-protective, not abusive.

Internalize. She won't talk about what's wrong, even when she's hurting. She takes on too much, blames herself for things she can't control, and sometimes tries to "handle" things alone instead of leaning on others. This could cause tension — but again, it comes from love, not malice.

More than anything, Abby turns her intensity inward. She's her own harshest critic, especially if she thinks she's failed in her role, it devastates her.

In a relationship with her, built on deep emotional trust and so much care — there's no room for abuse. Disagreements? Of course. Miscommunications? Sometimes. But anything even resembling abuse would be the antithesis of who Abby is.

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let’s unfuck the narrative please. ༝༚༝༚

hate my gatekeeping ass cause every time i see some shitposting tiktok with ‘ma meilleure enemy’ song on the background i get so angry

like what do you even know about timebomb bitch….

all you caitlyn kiramman haters can EAT SHIT NOW

*deep breath* MY EVIL CUTIE INTIMIDATING BEAUTIFUL TERRIFYING AT FIRST BUT ACTUALLY JUST A BABY PRINCESS GLOOMY SOMBER PRETTY CHARMING TIRED OF ALL THOSE DICKHEADS SWEET HONEY GODLIKE #1 GIRL MY CINNABON WITH LOTS OF CREAM AND CINNAMON MY RAY OF LIGHT IN ALL THIS SHIT MY DEAREST DEAR DARLING MY FLUFFY MAINE COON MY SUGAR STRAWBERRY TARTLET MY BIG BABY FLUFFY PUPPY LOOK AT THOSE EYES OOOH WHAT A SCARY PANTHER OH NO WAIT ITS JUST A BIG LOVE BALL GOOOD I JUST WANT TO KISS HER POUTY CHEEKS AND FULL LIPS AND WRAP HER IN A CRADLE AND NOT LET ANYONE CLOSE UNTIL. SHE. GETS. ENOUGH. SLEEP. RRAWWR GOD FORBID SOMEONE HURTS HER IN THE NEW SEASON (FOR EXAMPLE, MAKE HER STRAIGHT) I WON’T BE ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO MAKE MY LITTLE BEADY SUFFER EVEN MORE THAN SHES ALREADY SUFFERED, GIVE HER A TICKET TO THE MALDIVES IN AN ALL-INCLUSIVE HOTEL ITS NOT A REQUEST ITS A DEMAND😭😭😭

credit to video: @pluto4pizza on tiktok💞

the evermore season is that time of the year when i don’t kill myself just because it’s too beautiful outside to miss it out