alexander-23

[alexander-23]

[alexander-23]

Sevika x soft and intoxicated reader who gets cuddly after drinking?

[alexander-23]

I need more Sevika x pregnant reader! Please! I need fics for when I have baby fever yall! I wanna carry that woman’s baby in the most romantic and loving waaaaaaay!

[alexander-23]

Me drawing sevika now lmaooo

imagine sevika finding all the drawings reader has made of her in their sketchbook. Drawings of her face, body, nose, back, everything. 🙃🙃

wahhhh now i'm crying

men and minors dni

she's rifling through your drawers looking for a clean tank top to borrow when she finds a manila folder hidden under your socks.

she hums, opening it, expecting to find your birth certificate or tax documents. she freezes when the first thing she sees is her own face.

sevika knows you like to draw. she's always laughing at the little doodles and sketches she finds around the house, on the back of old receipts or napkins.

one of her favorite pastimes is reading in bed while you doodle away in your sketchbook beside her.

but she's never seen you draw her before.

she gazes down at the sketch, soaking in every scratch of your pencil, a lump forming in her throat at the loving way you've captured her sleeping face.

she moves the first sketch to the side. the next one is a bit messier, clearly done in a rush. black ink smudged in some spaces where your hand smeared it on the back of an old receipt in your attempt to quickly capture the rare sight of sevika's toothy grin. she chuckles at the little hearts you've drawn around her smiling face, then moves onto the next.

it's her whole body from head to toe, naked and asleep on your bed. she's got one hand above her head, the other resting across her stomach. she looks... soft. you've drawn each and every scar on her body with loving reverence. you've captured the hickeys you'd sucked into her neck earlier that night with a gentle smudge of your graphite. a gentle smile creeps up sevika's lips as a tear falls from her eyes.

there's hundreds of sketches in the folder. sevika gives up on her search for a shirt and situates herself on the bed, rifling through all the papers in the folder.

some of her hands, some of her back, some of her lounging on the couch with a cigarette between her lips.

her favorite is a quick doodle you'd obviously done when she'd pissed you off, a caricature of her flexing, captioned with 'all these muscles and she still makes me shovel the driveway.'

she loves the little studies she finds on various parts of her face. one page is just full of her nose from different angles. another is of her hands, both flesh and prosthetic.

you find her while she's admiring a particularly saucy sketch of what she assumes must be your view of when she's fucking you missionary.

"sevika?" you ask. she jumps off the bed, scrambling to stack the papers and slam the folder closed. you chuckle. there's a lovely little blush on her cheeks, and she's still clutching the folder to her chest like it's her prized possession. "you found your folder." you say. she blinks at you.

"why didn't you show me these before?" she asks. you shrug.

"'s kinda embarrassing. i'm, like, obsessed with you." you say. sevika chuckles.

"'m your muse." she says. you roll your eyes.

"i didn't say that--"

"these are beautiful." she says. you blink at her. "i've-- fuck, i spent like an hour and a half lookin' at 'em. you made me beautiful." she says.

you blink back tears. sevika's always saying stuff that takes your breath away, then acting like she's said nothing.

"you are beautiful sevika." you say. she gulps, and then in a flash she's kissing you.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity

[alexander-23]

Hear me out…….Grayson, Ambessa, or Sevika with a reader that’s seeing snow for the first time.

Readers all excited and amazed by the snow and they just watch them with love and awe of their cuteness.

IT WOULD BE SO CUTE IF THEY BROUGHT READER OUTSIDE TO EXPERIENCE IT AND SHOW THEM THE FUN THEY COULD HAVE!

[alexander-23]

I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS! Stop this is so funny!

Hehehehe

Larissa finds the reader in the middle of the night

“Y/N, what are you doing? It’s the middle of the night, you should be sleeping!”

“Sleep is for the weak. I want pop tarts”

Larissa sighs as she brings one hand to her hip and the other to the bridge of her nose

She walks up behind you and rests her chin on your shoulder

She reaches one arm around you and the other reaches for your hand holding the whisk

She whisks the icing while you check the timer

You have your Bad Bitch playlist on with One Woman Army blasting

You’re rocking your hips to the music and Larissa laughs at your antics

[alexander-23]

Come Home

A/N: This made me so happy to write because I’ve missed writing and I know what happens next since it’s my story lol. Anyways, sorry for any grammar issues, I’ve got the sprinkle of dyslexia and such and messes with me lol. Part two is coming soon!

TW: angst, mention of torture, mention of injuries, fluff, fear, comment if I missed anything please

Masterlist

Not many know, but Ambessa and I have been an item for quite some time now. At first, the secrecy was due to the fling, then emotions taking hold and she couldn't risk the damage to her reputation, now it's to keep me from being a pawn in war against her. I understand, if I was in her position and they took her from me, I'd be weak, my emotions coming into play, controlling my actions. I would do anything, even lose a war and all power if it meant she was alive and safe. I understand Ambessa’s need for secrecy. We simply want to protect each other this way, and it works for us.

Ambessa is extra protective of me because I’m not like her, not a fighter. I know enough to defend myself until I can get help, it was a requirement from Ambessa, to ease her nerves. She is the all mighty warlord of Noxus, feared by many, and she has many enemies. Ambessa was the one to train me until she was satisfied with my skill level. If I was a soldier of hers, she would have pushed me harder, but when I reasoned with her, she understood my role in war was far from enemy lines, a safer place where fighting was barely even needed, at least for her army. I played my part in wars though, typically her strategist, and a good one at that. Ambessa appreciates my input when planning, I always think of things she doesn't, my mind thinking of things that would keep her safe when she is fighting for her life and victory. War strategy was never something I saw myself doing, but it became a talent when I realized I enjoyed the research; more so when it meant I was contributing to the protection of my love.

The day of the war was stressful to say the least. Ambessa always gives me five minutes to share my feelings, my concerns and clingy behavior, talking through my anxiety about her going into battle, scared she won't come back. She knows my concern isn't about my belief in her abilities, but rather the fears that scream in my head out of love for her. She displays a gentleness no one else has ever seen, something for my eyes only. Cupping of my cheek, arm around my torso that pulls me close, and her soothing voice reassuring me of her return, but validating my feelings. She will pepper my face with kisses before I help her with her armor, and her with mine. This was a month ago and the last time I saw her.

While she was fighting, a team made a strike on us in our camp, taking me as well as a few others. I don’t remember much of the ambush, just some yelling, a hit to the back of my head, then everything went black. Now its a month later and I'm stumbling through the battlefield. I can feel the dirt under my bare feet, a cool breeze causing a shiver to run through my body. They had stripped me of my armor and kept it, the armor Ambessa had made specially for me, an extra layer of protection from weapons and any environment our battles brought us to. I’m thinner from the lack of food I was given to scrounge on when they felt it was time to feed me, which wasn’t often enough. My body is covered in cuts and bruises from the interrogations as they called them trying to get information out of me, but I gave them nothing. I’m frigid, weak, and exhausted, but I push on, determined to get back to the love of my life, my safe haven.

When I look up, I can see our base camp far in the distance, it’s so close, but so far still. Smoke rises from what must be fires in the camp, and torches at the entrance to the camp. I want to scream out for help, anything to get their attention, but I can’t. My voice is so weak from my screams of pain when I was being tortured, my voice doesn’t even reach five feet in front of me, but I keep trying.

“Hel-“ *I immediately cough, but try again, “Help”.

I can just barely see movement up by the entrance, hoping they will see me and help me. I keep pushing forward, scared as my vision starts to blur.

“H-help”

The edges of my vision start to fade and I trip over my feet and fall to the ground, too weak to move again.

“H-h-help”

I look towards the camp while I lie on the ground, my eyes are starting to water. My eyes shut for a long period of time, but when I finally open them again, I see a shadowed figure running towards me. Tears stream down my cheeks as they get close, but my vision starts to go black again.

[alexander-23]

I’m looking for someone to proofread my fanfics, worried my dyslexia and others will make my writing unreadable lol.

[alexander-23]

Ambessa Medarda x Reader Imagine?

A/N: I haven’t written fanfic in like 3-4 years so I’m mega rusty, but AI is bad for the planet, so here I am. Also, I’ve become very attached to this goddess of a woman. I will be writing this out aaaaaand a part 2, just doing baby steps.

Summary: breakdown of their relationship and the horror of war

TW: angst, mild description of war, mild description of injuries, mention of torture (mild)

Masterlist

Ambessa is a very forceful and tough warlord, nothing stops her, no weaknesses. That is, except for me.

Im trained well enough in war strategy, her right hand in strategising, but not much of a fighter

She has been teaching me defense, eases her mind, builds my confidence

Unfortunately, it was not enough and enemies have captured me

That was a month ago

I am now stumbling back towards the camp Ambessa had set up for her army

I'm shivering, skinnier from the lack of food I was given when imprisoned, lacking my armor the enemies stripped from me.

Im barefoot, dirty, wounds and cuts from the interrogations and torture

Im weak, tired, and cold

I see the camp in the distance, willing my voice to reach them, but it's quiet and rough from either the screams of pain or lack of use

I keep stumbling along, willing my voice to work

“Ambes-”. “Ambessa”

My voice is weak and isn't reaching even 5 feet in front of me

A guard up far ahead at the entrance notices me and starts yelling

My vision is blurry, edges darkening, my legs weakening

I stumble down, too tired to get back up

The last thing i see is a blurred figure standing over me

[alexander-23]

Imagine a modern au ambessa being introduced to a reader that loves violent video games. I gamer thembo, if you will.

[alexander-23]

Other than the fact that the drawing has green eyes instead of blue, I somehow subconsciously managed to draw Gwendoline Christie. It was not my intention but now I’m gonna roll with it.

[alexander-23]

I repeat, GAY PANIC RIGHT HERE!

💋

[alexander-23]

STOOOOOOOOOOP! THIS IS AMAZING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

So we finally meet…

[alexander-23]

Can I take her for a test ride

[alexander-23]

Pinterest knows what calms me when I’m stressed

[alexander-23]

Thank you @littledollll! I miss you btw

1. Halloween is my fav holiday so I have a collection of spooky things!

2. I’m an artist mostly digital art

3. I have 63 funky pop collectables

4. I was accident prone as a child so I’ve had like 20 injuries since the age of 5 (I’m 23 now)

5. I like to bake treats

No pressure tags: @daydream-cement @milfsloverblog @sapphicsbeloved @moodreaderlesbian

5 random facts about me (tagged by @theviexenviper)

I can speak 5 languages, comprehend and read 7

I have hazel eyes (mostly green, brown with yellow dots)

I've never been drunk

I prefer reading than partying

My guilty pleasure is reading regency romance books

No pressure tags: @lt-spork @daughterofautumn @purplevortexx @shrimping-for-all @jynxmirage

[alexander-23]

I want to write a snippet for each comfort character x reader who’s joints crack like glow sticks and the comfort characters reacting to it. Like naturally the reader is young so like, it’s like weird to older people lmao