Say More About Sevika's Praise Kink Rn.

*hears a foreign language i don’t speak*

me: *sobbing* it’s beautiful i must learn it

If I’m being honest, I don’t like yanderes who only care about themselves. I don’t like the ones who could hardly give a damn about their darlings other than the fact that they’re theirs. They’d lock them up in dog cages or a make-shift prison cell, perhaps, even chained to a bathroom with no care about them. They treat them like prisoners, only giving them basic care.

No. Not my thing. 

That isn’t yandere.

Yandere is about being so hopelessly in love and devoted to your object of affection, your darling. It’s about being so deeply in love with someone that those feelings distort into obsession. And it’s not always about murder-fuelled thoughts or raging jealousy, it’s the idea that without your darling, you are hopeless. You can’t function without them, they are the oxygen that fills your lungs, the sun that guides you home. Without them, you feel empty and hollow, like you were born a second too early to appreciate this world. Your heart feels too heavy, your mind doesn’t feel right, and the people around you don’t matter anymore, because you just can’t function, can’t exist.

A yandere needs their darling’s validation and attention. They need YOU to tell them how great they are, that they’ve been doing a good job– because they can’t get it from anyone else. You become their sole motivation in life.

They don’t necessarily have to be devoted to you, spend their days attached to your hip and stalking you from behind. I mean, yes, those yanderes are great and I could go on and on about them, but I think I’ve touched on this before. Yanderes are allowed to exist outside of their darling. They’re allowed to have hobbies and work and things they treasure that aren’t just centred around their darling…

But they need YOU to help them, to motivate them and get them ready and going to fight whatever obstacles they face in life. They dream, fantasise about having you as their spouse, their partner, their best friend. Just knowing that they can call you up, maybe even get a text message before a big life event (like a sports game or a once in a lifetime job interview), they need that.  They want to know that they have an ally in life, someone who will always be there for them. Someone who cares enough to see that they’re well-fed and clothed. Who will make sure they’re healthy and happy and comfortable and loved. Who will be able to give them confidence whenever they’re lacking.

And the only probable person they can see that coming from, is you. And if they have to do some under-handed things to get you by their side, be it stalking to figure out all the things you like, so that the next time you guys meet they’ll know exactly what to say to get into your good books, then so be it. And if they happen to be a little deluded, a little demented, and they decide the best course of action is to kidnap you and chain you by your ankle to their apartment/room, then that’s what they have to do.

In the end, as long as they have you, does the journey really matter?

Headcanons on what I imagine being in a poly relationship with Silco and Sevika would be like (SFW):

A/n: Forewarning that this is probably gonna be kinda cracky, I'm just having some fun. I will possibly make a N-SFW one if y'all say you want one, just lemme know 👀 anyways-

You probably met them as some sort of business associate of theirs. Maybe you’re another Chembaron, maybe you’re a talented gun for hire, or maybe you’re even a secretary. Who knows!

These two are always busy doing something, whether that’s paperwork for Silco or literally kicking ass for Sevika, so I really hope you can juggle whatever you have going on alongside the general work that’s done under the roof of the Last Drop.

I just know that their sleep schedules are fucking wack man. Part of me wants to say that it would make sense if they were more nocturnal, but we see both of them out and about (Like during the Chembaron meeting) during the daytime; I’ve come to the conclusion that they sleep when they can, and not at specific times. If they can only sleep for five hours until they need to be up for the next shipment, then they only sleep five hours, y’know?

I can see y’all taking (possibly midnight) lunch together whenever you can though. These two would probably not be seen dead in a public place to eat unless it was somewhere high-end, so the solution is usually takeout.

Silco may have you sit in on his chase in his office upstairs while he works so he can spend time with you. Sevika will typically barge in with a jug of something strong and flop down next to you before giving an irritated rundown of what happened on her mission to Silco. She will 100% pull you into her lap while she does this. 

Speaking of sitting in Sevika’s lap, she likes to have you there when she’s playing cards downstairs. If you look up during a game, sometimes you can see Silco watching over the both of you from the balcony. Just to make sure his partners aren’t starting any brawls. At least that’s what he says to y’all. Really it’s because he loves seeing you and her together, having a good time.

There is merit to the previously mentioned worry of you both starting a brawl. Let’s just say that there was a stern talking-to from Silco afterward. He was upset about how this would make the club’s reputation falter, and even more upset when he figured out that your reasoning was “He was cheating, I swear,” when he, in fact, was not. You and Sevika were both banished to the ‘guest room’ that was the pullout in the basement’s side room.

Most people in Zaun see the rumors of Silco being in a relationship with his Right-hand woman and the mysterious other partner as just that: a rumor. “Silco is a heartless, cold, manipulative,” blah blah blah they drone on and on. You feel like you and Sevika have come to know the man pretty well considering the fact that he was always so closed off with his thoughts, but he wore his emotions on his face beyond control. You can see the little smirks he gets when you say something snippy. You can see the shine of satisfaction when Sevika defends herself and those she cares for against anyone and anything that could possibly cause harm. You can see the love in his eyes when he looks at You, Sevika, and his daughter Jinx. 

Sevika is one who never wears her emotions on her sleeve unless absolutely certain that she was in safe company. She usually expresses herself with a glare over Silco’s shoulder or by pushing you behind her as a way of guarding you against possible danger. Hell, she even shows her love for you both by beating the shit out of some fuck that said something too far about either of you. Sevika of course would never outright say that you and Silco are hers in fear of all three of your safeties, but if you or Silco were to say that you both were hers, she would just get a shit-eating grin before puffing her chest in confidence. 

In public, Silco and Sevika kept their steady Boss to Right-Hand relationship, but behind closed doors, it was shoulder pats, praising each other’s accomplishments, and kisses galore. Their most common form of affection with one another was when Sevika would bend down from beside Silco’s seat while he would tilt his head up and meet her for a soft kiss before she would then stroll out of the office to her next job. The first time you saw this happen you did a double-take in shock. Without looking up from his paperwork, “Would you like one too, lovely?” he offered. It took you a good minute to decide that he was, in fact, being serious. You eagerly jumped on the sweet opportunity that he’d allowed you in on from that point onwards.

One perk of being the partner of the essential king of the undercity is that you get to live in luxury. You want it? You got it darling. It’s that simple. All you need to do is look at him and ask politely, and all he asks in return is your love and maybe your plans for the said thing you want. Honestly, he loves spoiling his partners in his wealth to a healthy extent. Once for helping him file a few papers, he bought you a new outfit in thanks. You of course tried to say that you didn’t need it, and he of course shut that down with a lift of an eyebrow and a reassuring statement that if he didn’t want to get you something, he wouldn’t. Sevika is not at all exempt from his spoiling when in the privacy of your collective room. She has suits and golden accessories for days. 

Material things aren’t the only thing that he spoils y’all with. He would be petty enough to rent out an entire restaurant for the three of you, more than once I might add, without breaking a sweat. Those nights are filled with copious amounts of alcohol, good food, and catching up with one another.

Sevika and Silco enjoy being on top of the food chain, and they’re taking you with them while they go. You are always being guarded either by Sevika herself or by having a lacky watching from a safe distance away to where you can’t see them. When you ask Silco about it, he says he has no idea what you’re talking about. It’s for your own good that he has at least one eye on you at all times when he or Sevika aren’t near. If you were to ever find out, it could go one of two ways: If you’re understanding and accepting of the guarding, then it will continue with your input on who you’d trust with guarding you specifically if you had a favorite lacky. If you weren’t alright with it, let’s be honest, it would still happen. Silco would just get stealthier eyes to watch you.

At the end of the day, they would live, kill, and die for you if it meant that you’d return the sentiment. 

so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.

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@bottlerocketbear​​ thanks for the idea of peepaw Silco, look at this old man. but also that means we’re all looking like old man fuckers. the nerve

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