#anyway give me a smitten sevika

[moonlightshaiku]

hi!!! hope you’re having an amazing day/night! I was wondering if I could please have a pair-up made by you! my name is lia! I’m a female. I’m straight. my hobbies or things I’m passionate abt are modeling, fashion, singing, acting, drawing, and I really love origami, especially making paper stars! i think some of my flaws/quirks would be I’m a bit messy/unorganized and I have daddy issues lmfao- BUT one of my cool quirks is I have curved pinkies :) I’m overall bubbly and extroverted but from what I’ve heard from people’s first impressions of me is that I can be intimidating based on my looks ;-; One last thing I’d like to share is that I’m a professional boba addict 😈

Anyways thank you if you get to this 💗

Jim Kirk!

(General Information: James "Jim" Kirk is a character from Star Trek. He's charismatic, a trouble maker, stubborn, loyal and more. He is human, and the Captain of a starship.)

There is so much here that I think would match with Jim. Honestly the relationship would be the definition of Girlboss™️.

He'd definitely be pretty shitty at sewing, if you design clothing, but he'd be very good at designing it. And modeling the clothing with you!

He'd probably rope Spock into actually making clothes? No dice with Bones helping.

Also, karaoke nights? W I L D.

He's a genius (but a himbo one—) so he'd definitely know obscure facts about origami. Probably be amazing of it. Would talk about the 1000 origami crane stories and traditions.

Together you're sorta slobs. You could not pay Jim Kirk any amount of money to clean on his own accord.

If you told Jim that you had curved pinkies with the right look (the "this is really cool/I'm proud of it") he would be so amazed? And he'd find it really cool. Bring you to dinner with Admirals and mid conversation he'd give little jazz hands and go, "Lia, show them your pinkies!"

He'd be genuinely excited about it too.

If he got on your nerves? And you told this man to do something? He's like a dog.

"Sit." He's sat. All for you.

And he will chug boba until he pukes to impress you.

He's just smitten <3 And I am all for any chaos you two create.

Alternate Pairing(s):

Hemmer — Star Trek

Kylo Ren — Star Wars

Sevika — Arcane

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

Could I maybe request some platonic Sevika hc’s?

I hope you like this! It's kind of implied that Sevika has a little one-sided crush but it's not too obvious I think

Sev would be very protective of a friend. Those aren’t exactly easy to come by in her line of work, so when she meets you she may be a little… clingy? Not in the physical sense, but I don’t think she’d understand some boundaries and if you two are in the same room, then she should always be by your side because why wouldn’t she be?

She’s a literal dark cloud that trails behind you like a puppy when you have to interact with someone. You’d never berate her for whenever she intimates the hell out of whoever you’re conversing with. You know it’s just part of her demeanor and… face, and that she’s just being a little over protective of you. It makes you feel safe.

Whenever you link your arm through hers or cuddle up to her in any way, she’ll bare her teeth at you in a grimace, shove you half-halfheartedly, or growl out some kind of complaint. While it may have been successful at intimating you early on into your friendship, one particular instance of pushing boundaries revealed that her threats were empty and you became spoiled with her leniency.

“Vika!”

“Don’t call me that.” Alcohol slides down Sevika’s throat, the burn proving a sufficient enough distraction from the fluttering in her stomach whenever you were near.

“Okay then, sweetheart.” Your infuriating grin gets even wider at the irritated tick of her eyebrow. A high pitched, disgusting giggle comes from you as you link your arm around hers, heavily leaning on her as you shout an order at the bartender. 

Sevika’s heart damn near stops in her chest. The right half of her body tingles where it comes into contact with yours and if she wasn’t frozen in shock, she’d be pushing you off in panic. You were bold with her, yes, but you’ve never been this bold. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She struggles to maintain the heavy scowl on her face and hopes that the burn in her cheeks is covered by the dim lights. 

You aim that blinding smile at her. It takes a clear effort to lose it in favor of puffing out your cheeks, eyes rolling to the ceiling in contemplation.

“I think I’m getting drinks with my friend,” Your head teeters side to side a few times before you don a more sincere expression. “So we can talk about what a shitty day she had.”

The statement is punctuated with a squeeze of her bicep. Her eyes dart down to your entangled limbs as she struggles to form a response, baffled at how you can already read her so well.

“You’re a grouch, Vika. But I notice when you’re even more so than usual.” A pair of shot glasses are set in front of you both, the bottle left behind as per your instruction. You don’t untwine your arm from hers even though it’d be easier for you to handle as you fill her glass first. “Now, c’mon. Spill.”

Over time she’d grow used to having you come up behind her for a greeting hug. She wouldn’t react, but she wouldn’t try to dissuade you anymore. That being said, if anyone else touches her casually, then she’s twisting their arm until she hears a snap.

The male on the ground clutches his arm in pain. You look on with a wince, head tilted to get a look in morbid fascination around Sevika’s heavy figure casually approaching you. 

“Geez. You’re such a dick.” 

She honest-to-god smiles at the tiniest bit of apprehension in your voice. A puff of smoke leaves her lips in a short laugh.

“Hush.” Her shoulder knocks into yours, nearly pushing you into a wall if it wasn’t for her fingers settling you with a tug of your shirt.

Her affection is brutish and awkward. If you’re teasing her then she’ll elbow you a little too hard and knock the breath out of you. Her pats on the back jostle you a little too much. The facial expressions you make at her rare displays of affection are just too good. This grown ass woman will giggle at them, and when she giggles she snorts. So you never voice your displeasure about your now-sore shoulder lest you never hear it again

You two have a tradition of getting each other holiday/birthday gifts, but make them as useless and bizarre as possible. They will be exchanged in the the most professional manner

“Here.” A package of something wrapped in yellowed newspaper plops into your lap.

“Occasion?”

“Birthday.” Ah, you almost forgot.

“Okay, let’s see.” You peel the paper back neatly and slow as hell just to watch her twitch. You’re met with almost full frontal nudity of a male posing languidly on a sofa, a notably large hat covering his assets. “Hey, skin mags! Just what I wanted. Let’s see, what else-”

There’s a smaller square of newspaper inside with a sloppy 'Sevika' scrawled on top of it, as if you needed a reminder of who the gift was from. Its contents contain a rough, scratched up gear.

“It fell out of my arm.” Sevika offers as an explanation.

“Ah.” You nod as if she just provided you the reason life exists. The gear twirls between your fingers as you appraise it with an exaggerated scrutinizing face. “Huh.”

It’s too small to fit around your finger but your creativity reaches no limits. Within seconds you strip off your bracelet, unraveling the knots that hold the current beads in place. A quick glance up rewards you with Sevika’s adorably confused face, the notch between her brow getting noticeably deeper. 

Once you finish maneuvering the beads around the now-centered gear, you tie it back around your wrist and present to Sevika one of the ugliest fucking accessories she’s ever seen. She tells you as such.

“Don’t worry, yours is going to be hideous.”

“Mine?” 

Her incredulous tone is met with a smile. 

“Hey, you’re the one who got your best friend a cute bracelet. We have to match.”

“Okay, give it back.”

You snatch your hand out from her reach and start to brainstorm ideas for her future matching accessory.

I think the p0rn mag would be even funnier if you were aro/ace