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Everytime an editor on TikTok uses art of a character in an edit and the caption is âI donât know the artists, I found them on Pinterestâ A puppy dies.
#yall stay pissing me tf off#credit artists#itâs not hard like..#acrane#arcane edit#sevika#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman
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I just wanted to say, when I use â___!readerâ in my fics, like femme! Or fem! They mean different things, femme, is an exclusively lesbian term, as well as butch. Fem and masc, are just sapphic terms, I use femme! In relation to femmexbutch/stud relationship dynamics.
Femme: refers to an identity rather than an aesthetic, it carries cultural, personal and political significance.
Fem: mainly focuses of the aesthetics of being feminine, like traditionally âfeminineâ traits such as gentleness, nurturing, or appearing feminine. (Iâm not saying only women are gentle or nurturing, I donât adhere to outdated beliefs like that, this is just the general meaning from what Iâve researched)
âFemmeâ generally is an identity that challenges gender norms, is often political and community specific. With no regard to men or the male gaze. Generally âfemmeâ women, experience and present femininity differently from women who are attracted to men. For a lot, being femme means exercising your femininity (gender confirming privilege) to speak up for butches, studs, stems, mascs or any gnc lesbians/sapphic people who donât have that privilege/ability.
For me personally, being a femme, doesnât just mean a âfeminine lesbianâ it gives me agency to embrace my femininity in a way I never did when I thought I like men or when I was suffering from comphet, I express my femininity in a way that doesnât appease men.
I just wanted to explain my reasoning because I know femme/fem can cause some confusion, Iâm still brushing up on my lesbian history, so if anyone is more experienced or more knowledgeable on lesbian history feel completely free to correct me! Iâm completely open to learning more. Love yall <3
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Everytime someone hcs a buff/strong character as mean or toxic an angel loses its wings
#sevika#sevika x reader#arcane league of legends#vi arcane#abby anderson#abby tlou#ellie williams#ellie tlou#the last of us
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Pious Hands
Caitlyn Kiramman x fem!religious!reader
Men DNI

・ďžâ˘âę°á ⥠ŕťęąâ⢠・ďž
TW: Religion, Religious guilt and trauma, descriptions of violence, abuse from a parental figure, mentions of blood, descriptions of wounds (black eye, split lip, lashes on the back) not super detailed though, brief internalised lesbophobia, fear of sinning.
Synopsis: After a violent argument with your oppressive, pious father, you run to the safety of your girlfriend, Caitlyn, she offers to care for you, her anger boiling as you tearfully explain what your fathers done.
Your feet pad against the cold marble floors of the Kiramman house, Cassandra having opened the door for you, her eyes tired as she tugs her sleeping gown around her shoulders tighter, fighting off the autumn chill. She wakes up slightly when she sees you, quivering on her doorstep, dressed in only a silk night dress, your feet dirty, eye swollen, red blood dripping down your chin; your fingertips, toes and face glowing with the cold.
She ushers you in, a lithe hand pressed to your shoulder, the door shuts and the warmth of the homes hearth eases the freeze of your hands and feet. She pressed her hand to your hair.
âWhatever happened dear?â
Your glazed eyes well with tears, you hiccup, your lungs choking on the suddenly warm air.
She frowns, her face tight with sympathy
âCaitlyn is still awake, would you like to see her?â
You nod, blinking through the tears, she moves her hand back to your shoulder, carefully guiding you through the halls of her home, stopping when you reach Caitlynâs closed door, she knocks, gently, but enough to be heard.
âCome in.â
Caitlyns voice rings out, calm and eloquent.
Cassandra pushes the large door open, Caitlyn is laid back on her lavish bed, flicking through her journal, a thin blanket is strewn across her legs.
âCaitlynâ
She lowers the journal, leaning up against her pillows, long hair thrown over her shoulders, her eyes widen when she sees you, the book is tossed carelessly, and she rises from her bed, tall.
It doesnât take her long to get to you, lithe, gentle hands catching your shoulders, her eyebrows furrow, eyes glowing with worry.
She thanks her mother quietly when she leaves you.
âWhat happened?â
You gasp brokenly, tears streaming down your cheeks as you clutch at her nightgown.
âMy dad, he found photos of us.â
You choke out, slumping against her
âIâm a filthy sinner, I shouldnât be here, Iâm so sorry.â
She grits her teeth, your father, sheâs met the man, thankfully briefly, he was a pious man, as was your mother, and by extension so were you, but you were different, kinder, you werenât intolerant, you didnât look down upon the people of the city. You didnât adhere to most of your fatherâs beliefs. But she knew your father was a skillful manipulator, convincing you that you were tainted, dirty, thankfully, he hadnât managed to twist your mind into hate, and Caitlyn intended to keep it that way.
She rubs a hand against the back of your neck, breathing heavily before speaking.
âDo you believe that I am dirty? A sinner.â
You hiccup, shaking your head
âThen why do you think youâre a sinner? If Iâm not, why are you any different.â
You stare up at her, your eyes doe like, she thumbs under your open eye, careful of your swollen one.
âYour father lies, how can love be sinful?â
Your cracked lip quivers
âYou must know, God will still love you regardless of who you love, God doesnât hate, why would he punish you for something so pure?â
More tears stream down your face.
âDo you understand?â
You nod, your head falling to her chest
âI think I love you.â
Your voice trembles, Caitlyn smiles
âI think I love you too.â
She lifts your head, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, you smile gently up at her
âCome, we must clean you.â
She smiles slightly, her hand grasping yours gently. She leads you to her bathroom, the porcelain shines, her mirror still steamed, she runs a hot bath for you, the water sloshing up the sides of her claw foot bath, spilling oils and salts into the water.
âWe must warm you up, Iâll clean your eye after, Ok?â
You nod, smiling at her.
She kneels down, gently rifling through her well organised draws, pulling out golden oils and lotions, before she rises, a splatter of red catches her attention, she peers down, thereâs blood smudged on the tile under your feet
âLift your foot, my darlingâ
You oblige, she holds your manicure foot gently, grasping the ankle, her eyes widen at the state of your soles, theyâre littered with cuts, luckily thereâs no glass wedged in them, but dirt clings to them.
âOh my dear, can I clean these for you?â
You hum, blinking with one eye.
She swiped the dirt and blood away with a wet cloth, before she cleans the cuts, she walks you over to the tub.
âWould you like me to turn away?â
You shake your head
âNo, youâre gonna see it either way.â
You smile, laughing slightly through your nose, she smiles back, her eyes filled with nothing but fondness.
You pull your night gown over your head, letting it fall to the ground
âMay I?â
Her pianist fingers reach out, questioning, nodding, you watch her hand gently grasp your hip, her touch out of nothing but love and admiration.
âYouâre breath-takingâ
You flush, feeling blood pulse in your ears, you look away shyly, carefully reaching your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra before slipping your underwear off.
She just stares at your face, her face relaxed, smiling leisurely at you. You breath shakily before you turn, facing your back to her.
You can hear her gasp sharply at the lighting strikes of scars down your back, lashes from your father, theyâre not fresh, scarred over and pink, she runs a gentle finger along them.
You turn your head when you hear her choking around a sob, her eyebrows are knitted and her eyes glow with sympathy, her palm splayed across your spine.
âHow can someone be so cruel.â
Itâs your turn to wipe away her tears, she grinds her teeth when she thinks about the evil creature that gave you these marks, leaning over your young, scared form, and lashing at you until you bled, she needed him dead, for how much he hurt you.
She bends slightly to wrap her arms around you, pressing fluttery kisses to your ear and neck.
She breathes deeply.
âIâm sorry, dove.â
âItâs not your fault.â
You hum, running your fingers through her silky hair, she breathes shakily. Focusing on the bath thatâs still running, she holds you against her, turning the nob of the tap. She guides you to the tub, easing you into the hot water.
You ooze into the steaming water as she scrubs gently at your skin, humming an old song her mother used to play to her when she was young.
When you emerge out of the tub, she helps towel you off, before sheâs rubbing sweet oils on your skin and working moisturiser into your joints.
She dressed you in a pair of sleep shorts and a camisole from her wardrobe, she smiled at you as she tied the fastening of the top, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. Caitlyn snorts at the way the top hangs off of you, her taller stature making the borrowed clothes appear much to large on you.
She leaves a handful of candles lit to light the room, giving it a comfortable glow, she pulls you close under her blankets. Your body between her long legs, her arms criss-crossed over your back.
She whispers into your hairline, thumbing over your spine.
âI love you, nothing will change thatâ
You nose into her chest, smiling sleepily up at her before you doze off, curled up on your beloved girlfriend, no fear clutched at your heart, youâre not worried about what your father will think, you just feel loved, content.
・ďžâ˘âę°á ⥠ŕťęąâ⢠・ďž
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed my first Arcane work, and I hope it wasnât too ooc. Reblogs and Comments are always appreciated.
My request are open, please feel free to send me an Arcane request, I Only write WLW works, all men steer clear! This is a lesbian space.
#arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn x reader#lesbian#wlw#fluff#arcane league of legends#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn x you#league of legends caitlyn
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"i hate abby anderson"..........but she's literally just a girl that's does no wrong.
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