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About my writing
there isn't a lot of writing with an autistic reader, so i thought i'd post my own and hopefully make another autistic friend happy and represented
sometimes my fics may be descriptive regarding appearance (usually only height and hair, as those are the two things i like about myself and tend to incorporate those more often then i realize, as well as just making the characters my own), but everyone is welcome!!!
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summary: Sevika comes home to her partner after a long day and suggests a game of Blackjack while smoking ...maybe a little too much
Acts of Service
summary: Sevika's job is cruel and grueling, but providing small acts of service makes her feel like a normal person at the end of the day. It's a reminder to herself that she's a lover, that she hasn't lost her way of caring, that she is more than her job. If it was up to her, her girlfriend wouldn't ever have to lift a finger again. or; Sevika's acts of service
No One Tried To Read My Eyes (No One But You)
summary: If there's one thing about Sevika, it's that she notices everything.
or; How Sevika shows support for her partner. Softie Sevika bc she's a lovergirl you can't convince me otherwise. (lowk hella bipolar reader coded (cuz im literally the author) but also like probably common mental health struggles tbh so have fun here's some comfort )
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Busted and Blue (series)
series summary: The two youngest sisters were never far apart from each other. Vander always knew if he heard one loud and wild voice, the other would soon follow it. Silco quickly learned that after saving one blue-haired girl from the rubble, another purple-haired girl would be pulled from it too.
So, the second that Jinx's fingers fell out of Vi's grasp, her twin followed without hesitation. Not with the intention of saving Jinx, she didn't believe she had the ability to do so. But rather to be with Jinx, wherever that is, dead or alive. The last Jinx ever saw of her sister were those purple braids falling just as she had previously, before disappearing into the colorful smoke.
The purple-haired girl went on to live with Vi, struggling to live a life without that blue hair by her side for the very first time in her life. Until the boy savior lives up to his name...
"Here, come sit down little man." Ekko walks over to the couch and gently lays down the girl in his arms, blue braids scraping the ground by his feet. Vi kneels down next to the unconscious girl, staring down in disbelief. She watches as the girls chest moves up and down with her breaths, just barely, but still moving, still breathing. Still alive
Sevika comes home to her partner after a long day and suggests a game of Blackjack while smoking ...maybe a little too much
what can i say im a simp for domestic lovesick puppydog sevika and weed. fun fact im actually goated at blackjack. at one point i fr was studying the MIT strategies. these skills are incredibly useless in my day to day life.
My ears perk up at the sound of those all too recognizable footsteps, slowly sounding louder and louder as it makes its way towards me. I pull the rest of my girlfriend's oversized flannel over my shoulders, my dirty work clothes discarded in a pile on the closet floor. Sevika was nowhere to be found when I arrived home just a couple minutes ago, but I wasn't too worried. I knew she could handle herself.
Either way though, I didn't have long to think about it, as when I turn around I'm met with the view of Sevika leaning against the door frame of our shared closet. She wears a small smirk and has her arms crossed, her metal hand peaking out from under her flesh arm. All it takes is one sentence for those confident brown eyes that she's worn all day to soften at the sight of her partner.
"Look who's home." I say, not helping the smile that forms on my face as I fall into chest. She wraps her arms around me, and I can feel her, this time much softer and genuine, smile against the top of my head. "Sorry hun, I was out grabbing some things." Her gravely voice responds. I pull away from her embrace as I feel her shift to reach into her pocket.
I tilt my head curiously, and watch as she pulls out a plastic bag, flashing me a little peek at the green substance inside of it. I'm sure my expression goes from content to excited in the blink of an eye. "You're amazing, Sevika." I sigh, resting my hand gently on her cheek as I tilt my head up. I don't waste any time and press my lips onto hers.
Her lips try to follow my own as I pull away, until my hand on her chest gently stops her. We both pull away smiling, locking eyes for a brief moment before she playfully nudges me to get going. She takes my previous spot in the closet and I make my way towards my bedside table a couple feet away.
My eyes are set on the bong that was sitting at its usual home on my side of our shared bedroom. My fingers curl around the thin neck of the glass, carefully ensuring that the intricately colorful glass bowl, the one that Sevika had gotten for me, won't fall out. I pad out of our bedroom and start making my way towards the kitchen, not finding it necessary to look back as I do, already knowing that my puppy dog of a girlfriend would be following me.
"What'd you say about a game of cards??" She asks, her voice muffled as she pulls a tank top over her head, her footsteps echoing after mine through the halls of our apartment. "Hmm. what game?" I questioned as I reach the fridge, placing the bong on the nearby counter before I grab the water filter pitcher from the fridge.
She comes up behind me and places her hands on my waist, resting her head on top of mine as I set the water filter down on the counter as well. "I'm feeling Blackjack tonight." Her chin moves against the top of my head, and her hand makes its way into the pocket of the flannel I'm wearing. She quickly finds the pink camo lighter she knew I had left in there from the last time I "borrowed" her shirt. It wasn't her zippo, but knowing it was mine was enough for her to make do.
I pop the top of the water filter and carefully pour it into the mouth of the glass, one of Sevika's hands still planted firmly on my waist the entire time. "What, those goons at the last drop tire you out of Poker?" I retorted, resulting in a shake of her head and a chuckle. I faintly hear the sound of that metal tin clicking as she pulls out a cigarillo from the metal case that I had gifted her.
My gaze shifts slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of our reflection in the fridge. She has the lighter held in between her teeth, and is sliding the case back into her pockets with her free hand, cigarillo in between those same fingers. She exchanged the lighter in her mouth for the cigar instead.
"Got tired of taking their money, if that's what you mean." Her words are slightly stifled due to the cigar in her mouth. She takes a step back, giving my waist a last gentle squeeze before her warm hand is gone. I replace the water pitcher in the fridge as I hear the clicking noise of the lighter from her spot behind me.
Thick smoke clouds my view as I turn around to face her, but quickly dissipates until I can see those soft brown eyes through the smoke. I take the cigar from her lips and place it between my own, inhaling as my eyes briefly leave hers in favor of grabbing the bong from the counter behind me. As soon as I find those eyes again though, she takes the cig back, watching as I blow the smoke out through my nose.
This time I follow her as she starts towards our bedroom. "But Blackjack is against the dealer. Sooo... who's gonna be dealer? I wanna play even." Sevika waves her hand, "I can be both." She exhales the smoke once again, leaving a trail of smoke behind us as we move throughout our home.
We wordlessly settle down on the rug just beside our bed, Sevika swiping the deck of cards off of her own nightstand in the process. Sevika spreads her legs open and beckons for me to join. Without hesitation I sit and curl up next to her, hugging a knee to my chest. She sets down the cards in between me and her long legs, the glass bong closely following.
She once again fishes in her pocket for the same plastic bag she had shown me earlier. As she opens the bag, I take that moment to slide my hand up and take the cigar from her again, which her lips easily let go of for me. I take a drag from the cigar as I watch her crush up the green bud between her fingers and pack the glass bowl of the bong.
She knows I'm capable of doing it myself, if anything I'm the heavier weed smoker between the two of us. But she much preferred to do it for me. Her job is cruel and grueling, but providing these small acts of service makes her feel like a normal person at the end of the day. It's a reminder to herself that she's a lover, that she hasn't lost her way of caring, that she is more than her job. If it was up to her, her girlfriend wouldn't ever have to lift a finger again.
She takes the cigar back and it finds itself between her dark tinted lips again. Her large fingers hold the glass out to me, and I wordlessly accept it into my own. I press my lips to the glass and watch as she holds the same pink lighter up to the bowl, flicking it on with her thumb. I admire how the green leaves burn to ashes as I inhale, before closing my eyes to listen to the brief bubbling. I breathe in and inhale the smoke, waiting for her to remove the bowl so I can inhale the rest. As she pulls out the bowl, a small smirk finds her face as she knows what's about to come. Sevika is a very purposeful person, she didn't 'accidentally' leave the bowl on for that long.
I swallow and slowly blow out the smoke before my body is racked with coughs, the last of the smoke making its way out of my lungs. Sevika's laugh rings in my ears and she firmly rubs my back, trying to ease me through my violent coughing fit. Only once my coughs had calmed down, she takes her hand off my back to grab the bong for herself. She lights up the rest of the bowl and finishes it herself, leaving only black ash in the glass, and maintaining a lot more composure than I had.
She grabs another chunk of the green leaves and packs the second bowl, as we both repeat the same process. Though, she does show me a little more mercy this time, pulling the bowl out much sooner than she did previously.
After the bowl was finished, she sets the glass aside for me. She picks up the cards in front of us and begins shuffling. I watch, mesmerized as the red cards glide through her large hands. "Alright, so I'll be dealer and player... To make it fair." She says with a playful side eye, which along with the weed hitting my system causes me to stupidly giggle.
She starts dealing the cards: two for me, two for her, and in front of both of ours is the 'dealers' cards, with one card face up and the other down. For the sake of simplicity we play with cards as opposed to chips, with the winner keeping the cards from the round.
As I pick my cards up I already feel that familiar fog clouding my senses. Even after years of smoking, I still continue to underestimate how fast and hard bongs hit, something that Sevika finds particularly amusing.
.oOo.
Sevika deals the fifth hand of cards, her cigar now long finished with its remnant's sitting in an ashtray. By now we are almost evenly matched, with me winning three rounds and her winning four. Sure, Blackjack was a mix of luck and skill. But I'm pretty sure pure 'luck' doesn't exist for Sevika in cards. She always finds a way to win.
However, I tend to have my ways too. Sevika loves the challenge, and was immediately charmed the night we first met and I broke her Poker win streak. Further on, only in bitter defeat did Sevika once admit that her girlfriend is the only opponent she ever goes into a game not feeling her usual cocky demeanor. Though, Sevika does make it seem effortless. I feel like my mind races to keep the right card count, make the right moves. I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't use any of that, and I sometimes think she just got lucky when it came to her natural skills.
Which is why she loves playing while high. She loves to see the gears turn in my head as I calculate my next move, not caring too much about composure. She loves playing in a stress-free and amusing environment. She plays seriously every other night, with real stakes on the line. Sometimes she just wants to giggle with her lover and play their favorite games. Though, while I might be the only person to ever beat Sevika in a game of cards, she was the only person to out-smoke me. But that's due to her sheer size and muscle, she has a natural high tolerance to match her natural skill I suppose.
After I spent a little too long staring blankly at the cards in front of me, my mind slipping off into the lovely haze, Sevika's gentle voice breaks me out of it. "Hit or stay?" Her leg behind me softly nudges my back, and I can hear the amusement in her voice. I blink and renew my focus. An 8 of spades, a 2 of diamonds, and an Ace of diamonds. 8 plus two is 10, plus.. ace? 1, 11? So it's...
Once again my mind unconsciously drifts off into the clouds. Sevika's chuckles once more pull me back down to reality for just a second. "You're so high right now, aren't you?" She shakes her head, wearing that intimate and loving smile that she'd only ever formed when I entered her life. "Nuh uh." I reply, my head falling into the side of her chest.
I perk back up quickly though, "Hit! See? I was just thinking of my next move." I state, reaching over to grab a new card from the deck. Except in my haziness my hand completely misses the stack, which sends both of us doubled forward in a fit of giggles. As I lay with my head on my forearm in defeated laughter, Sevika's front brushes against my back with her own fit. I attempt to sit back up, only to then accidentally knock over the top portion of the deck of cards in the process.
Sevika pulls herself back up, her laughter still echoing in my ears. She wraps one of her arms around my waist to help me sit up, her other hand occupied with the task of cleaning up the mess of scattered cards. "You had a 21, by the way." She tells me. The dark strands of hair that had fallen from her half ponytail move back and forth in front of her face with her wheezing breaths.
The cards are all placed in a neat stack just like how we started the game. She diverts all of her attention to me now, wrapping both arms around me. "Let's get you to bed, huh?" I lean into her large frame, hugging her torso with my own arms. "I don't wanna sleep." I mumble into her tank top. One of her hands comes up to run through my hair, her body language and posture softening. "You're alright, sweetheart. We don't have to sleep. Just wanna get you somewhere more comfortable."
I accept that as an answer, but she doesn't wait for an answer from me. She stands up and takes my hands in her own, pulling me up with her. My body feels uncoordinated and dizzy for a couple seconds, in which Sevika easily catches me when I inevitably stumble forward. She helps guide me to the bed behind us, pulling back the comforter for me.
I lay down and curl onto my side, my eyes closing as I mindlessly indulge in the engulfing scent of the borrowed flannel. Sevika leans down and kisses the top of my head. "I'm gonna go clean out your bong. I'll be back, okay?" I'm too dazed to do much else than give her a tired nod in response.
In the background of my wandering, hazy thoughts I can hear those familiar footsteps and the sound of running water as she cleans out the glass. She knows I'm picky about keeping it clean. Unaware of exactly how much time has passed, I do eventually hear the water come to a stop, followed by the footsteps once again, which progressively sound closer and closer before coming to a stop.
I finally open my eyes when I feel the bed dip down next to me, and the same smell that's embedded into the flannel is right in front of me. I struggle to keep my eyes open as I watch my girlfriend lay down next to me, and the second she seems to be settled, that all too recognizable warmth contacting me, I finally let my eyes slip shut.
Sevika slides an arm under my head, and I naturally grab that same hand. I turn around in her arms, pushing my back closer to her. She shuffles behind me until my head fits perfectly under her chin, and wraps both of her strong arms around my chest and torso. I let go of her hand in favor of resting my own on her forearm instead. We lay in silence for a couple seconds, breathing as one.
"I got a 21. I still won." I grumble into her arm. Her chest rumbles behind my back, vibrating through to my chest. "Even with that 21, no you didn't, sweetheart." She holds me closer and lays a kiss to the top of my head.
coming from @sapphosvioletts! this is my new blog, since i created and used that blog a couple years ago. anddd then i wasn't on tumblr for like 2 years but decided to come back again as my spark for writing has returned. it just didn't feel right going back to a blog i used as a teen since i've changed/grown so much since then. so i'm here now!
she/her, 19
i get high a lot and very autistic about cars, but not in the stereotype way in the teenage girl way (current project is a 7th gen celica gts. the new daily is a 2nd gen cr-v, table included 🫡)
currently writing for arcane, and might expand to other universes too, just depends what my brain decides to fixate on. i'll likely pick up marvel again eventually
don't be surprised if i disappear again like i did for 2 years lol! life happens and fixations pass
maybe it's because it's finals week (or i guess days.. my major certification exam is in uh 2 days) and my brain would genuinely let me focus on anything besides studying, or maybe it's because i have a new hyperfixation,
orr maybe because i have been hitting my bong like it's nic as my way of coping with life events and i binged all of arcane in two days (yuh 2 days), which has sparked a new fixation for me lol
buuuut i've started writing again!
i've lowk been thinking of either
1) purging my account (not any of my writing dw! but like old posts of mine) since the reason i've been kinda hesitant to post much is because this account was created and used when i was an angsty young teen, and it feels wrong to continue on with an account that has parts of me that aren't like that anymore. then continuing to post as usual and new works of mine on this account
or
2) start a new blog, move over or at least link all of my old writings to that new one, and continue to post my newer works there. it'd probably be much less time consuming than purging this account, but kind of a pain to have some writings be posted to this blog, while some are on my new one. but also i haven't read my old writing in years, so maybe i'd like to have them separate LOL
either way though maybe possibly expect some writing and/or a new blog!
(def gonna be writing for arcane), and hopefully after i get around to watching thunderbolts, maybe some more marvel again. i've also been watching new shows/movies recently, something i used to never do, i would always just rewatch what i knew, so maybe some new shows/movie characters as well who knows
hey guys! sooo for anyone still here... hey lol i haven't even touched tumblr in like well over a year by now but because of the thunderbolts promo i randomly remembered that i used to have a semi popular marvel blog that i abandoned and thought it would be sweet to give a little update for those of you still here 💗
im doing great! unfortunately just lost my fixation on marvel, which does make me a little sad but who knows maybe it'll come back. i haven't even looked through my blog and i don't think that i will, i do not want to see what mentally unstable angsty teen me was saying lol im a very different person than i was two years ago, mentally in an amazing place and have worked through a lot of things
for my own life though:
- i just started my first semester of college, im going to school for pastry arts
- i've been in a relationship with my gf for a year and its the healthiest and most normal relationship ive ever had, she's amazing. we are actually planning to move states next summer together
- i don't think i talked much about my love for cars on here, but i leaned more into that these past two years! i became more involved in the car scene and am part of a local team. i currently have one of my dream project cars (for those curious it's a 7th gen celica gts. my baby) she's a work in progress, but aren't all fb marketplace cars. (actually she's in the progress of getting a new clutch and paint job... she's in air jail on jacks rn in my friends garage tho lol)
- i have a great job right now, i'm a barista at a cafe/restaurant. it has an amazing and professional kitchen as well and i get opportunities with the pastry sides of things too. im really grateful to have a job like this (especially after doing night shifts for like 8 months)
but overall the biggest change is just that im not the same person anymore. im not shy, introverted, or socially anxious. i have really found myself and who i am these past two years. i've had more freedom than i ever have and it allowed me to explore myself. right now im the most "me" that i have ever been, and im really, genuinely happy and confident with who i am as a person. i used to hate change, but through experiences it's become something that i love, i really did just become comfortable with the uncomfortable. im not the same person i was even just 6 months ago, and 6 months from now im sure i'll be completely different then too, and i learned to be okay with that, it's just what happens with growth
i hope everyone who is still here is doing alright 💗 if you remember me or my blog just know how appreciative i am about that and happy that you found a connection somewhere. just know though that i've grown and i'm in a really good place :)
hey guys, sorry for not really being on here much. i love this blog and i always will, but i've just grown out of it a bit. my life has been more busy lately, i actually have a social life now lol dance is very busy, keeping my school work up, and i've been going out with someone and tbh any amount of free time i have had just been with them. so i just haven't had the time to be on here very much! and i'm not as interested in marvel anymore, and don't have the motivation to write. i'm definitely not leaving, but just wanted to say that i'm not sure if i'll be fully back any time soon
Violet!!! I've missed you! How have you been doing??
How's school??
I hope everything is going well!!🤎
-🦥🌻
and don't forget to take care of yourself!!
omg hi i've missed you too!!! i'm surprised you still remember me ive been away or barely active for so long 🥺
school is... school lol i've gotten behind so i'm trying to just catch up. but ive been reading a lot more recently (i just finished bunny by mona awad and all i have to say is hahahaha what the fuck. 😀. and now i'm reading halloween party from christie agatha, frankenstein, and annie on my mind) since i get in phases of reading then not reading anything at all for a couple months lol and that has for some reason given me a new motivation for school shit so i'm working my way through! i apologize for the ramble skdjs
don't forget to take care of yourself too! and i'm not very active and don't really often check my asks if ever, i just saw this in my notifs and saw the emojis and got excited skdjs so if you feel comfortable feel free to message me and we can talk more! since i'm generally pretty inactive on here especially when it comes to asks but would love to talk! same goes for anybody else too!! hope that you've been doing okay anon <3 take care of yourself please!
All You Touch and All You See, Is All Your Life Will Ever Be
Yelena Belove x reader (platonic or romantic, not specified)
Summary: Being freed from chemical subjugation with Yelena and on the run leads to the little memories granted as a widow being resurfaced
Note: this one is very personal to me. as some of you may know i've been struggling recently with memory loss and memory issues. music has helped me cope. and going back to music from my childhood has brought me comfort. i learned the lyrics to songs in my free time growing up, and i still remember them. singing to myself and listening to that music has been my comfort, it makes me feel in control knowing i still remember them. and i still remember a lot of memories associated with those songs. it's comforting knowing i still have some memories of my childhood, and if i keep these same songs maybe i can remember the present too. the song used ('brain damage') is from a band that i had grown up with thanks to my dad and brother. and even now, pink floyd brings me the most memories and comfort.
whoever catches all the references will get a smooch
.oOo.
As my head tilts back to rest on the car seat and we are finally met with a moment to rest, I am left to dwell on what has just happened. In the span of less than hour, we were freed from chemical subjugation, and on the run from Dreykov and his widows.
I'm not even sure where we are going, but I trust Yelena, who's behind the wheel of a stolen car. All that I do know is that we have far left any cities and people, the only thing being visible is vast darkness from the night sky and what seems like endless empty roads.
Neither of us have spoken more than the cautionary's or instructions to each other that were necessary while making our escape. Both of us just stuck processing everything in silence.
My brain is overwhelmed, while at the same time completely blank. It feels like I'm stuck in a trance. So much so, that I don't even notice the rustling noise of the center console or glove box being rummaged through, and the noises of the CD being inserted and the tracks being skipped.
But all it takes is 4 seconds of noise blaring through the car speakers to break me out. But it's different than just being snapped out of it. This was a physical reaction, as the beginning of the song made something click in my brain. My heart jerked and my eyes shot open.
A smile - albeit a somber and slightly confused one - forms slowly over the next 12 seconds as recognition floods my mind. My gaze turns to look at Yelena as my head is still rest back on the the seat. Yelena only smiles and turns it up louder. I close my eyes, still smiling, the only sound heard being the music that my brain automatically knows so well even if I consciously don't.
Though we didn't have much, and don't remember much from being under chemical subjugation, for me and Yelena music was one of the only things we did have. When we were out on missions we listened to it as much as we could, and we remembered. Music is powerful like that, it slots itself in your brain and memories even when you don't think there's any room for it.
We both quietly start singing, just like we always did when we could. After a minute or so, Yelena rolled the windows down. We were driving down completely empty roads, speeding so fast that the wind knocked me back at first when the window was down. She turned the sound up, blasting it over the sound of the harsh wind and air rushing by.
As the chorus comes up, we both look at each other, smiling with a look in our eyes that can't be explained but can be felt by the other. Before we knew it, we were yelling with the song- the type of yell where your voice is hoarse and your throat feels numb from the vibrations. Because we never got this freedom before, and being overcome with the emotions of having something we remember.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Making eye contact at the last line, both of us having wet eyes with tears dripping down our cheeks. The saying we always said to each other when we were ever separated. "I'll see you on the dark side of the moon."
Neither of us commented or really cared about the rapidly falling tears and even the occasional sobs coming from each other. We understood. We were free. And this is the moment that it sunk in. Neither of us had felt like this in years. We hadn't felt emotions this heavy, hadn't felt this free. We hadn't remembered this much. Now in the span of only an hour, we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl. Running before time took our dreams away. And all we can do is cry as the emotions of that settle in.
We made it. And even if the darkness of our not so long ago pasts will always linger, and we might even be eclipsed by it- right now we have the present. And silently the both of us ingrained this memory in our heads. When you have nothing else to remember, you learn to associate. If this song is all we remember, then this memory is all we have along with that.
.oOo.
also just small infodump, and hopefully to give insight into the significance of the song ('brain damage' by pink floyd) for those who don't know. the reason the word 'lunatic' is used, is because people used to believe that mental illnesses could be caused by the moon. it comes from the word 'luna' meaning moon. the dark side of the moon (the album name as well), is a metaphor for darkness. "All that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon." the sun represents that there are positive human experiences, there is enjoyment in life. but there will always be the dark side of the moon. and it's often inevitable, and depending what it represents to you, it is inevitable. i cant get more in depth bc when i tell you it will be long and this isn't even all of it like there's multiple other meanings and everything- but i just wanted to give insight into the significance of the song
guyssss an avengers station exhibit opened up in vegas and we just went and it's SO cool!! they even had the real props and real costumes the actors wore it was really really cool i looked out for anything and everything natasha lol
but most importantly: natasha WHO IS WEARING YELENAS VEST IM CRYING
i took pics of everything i found nat but i'm in like all of them so i don't wanna post them skdjs but they had the costumes from every avenger, and a lot had their own exhibits it was so cool!
