#catcrying

[reiketsui]

she thinks. that he's a good person!! she thinks that. she wishes that they could be better friends now, but she knows some people just take a while!!

silva sometimes thinks about the weird moments, when she can't seem to keep her words to herself. why does she feel comfortable talking about those things to him but to nobody else? she's just going to keep telling herself that she's talking to the dogs rather than archer himself.

silva sometimes thinks he's silly, or too stiff. she hopes that he actually takes some of her gifts, she'll keep giving them. even if they're mostly just for the dogs.

what does your muse think of mine?

archer hadn't liked children even when he'd been a child himself – and that opinion hadn't changed in decades. if possible, it had only grown worse ever since going face to face with two separate – yet equally obnoxious – prodigy kids.

he'd tried his damn best to get rid of silva. ignoring, closing himself behind a locked door– yet all it seemingly did was make her more comfortable in his presence. she treated the rejection as a challenge. he never once snapped to her, never gave her more than the perfectly stoic, monotone voiced responses when being handed odd gifts or unexpectedly trusted with tidbits about her life and experiences. that, too, only seemed to escalate it further. it made no sense, but that rang true to most things related to her. and frankly, even more than he disliked kids, he disliked things that didn't make sense.

eventually, archer had done what he usually never does; he gave up. as a last ditch attempt to get her to leave, he stopped resisting. surely it couldn't make it even worse. right? / @picavecalyx

[outofthiisworld]

. ✦ ݁ ˖ @mechahero sent in: ❝ i know you’re trying your damnedest to be tough…but the truth is, you’re terrified. ❞ //forrr doc? :3c

[🧪] Doc’s eyes shot up. Framed against swollen, dark circles and bloodshot. Denial was on the tip of his tongue but before the first mutter of a single sound could uttered— he swallowed it.

The once mad scientist sighed. When had he held his breath? A trembled hand full of flesh and bone rubbed down his face and wrinkles aged with both time and stress pulled taut against his skin. He wanted to deny it: Lambda had his own worries, and someone so young shouldn’t concern himself over an old man like him.

“Yeah,” Doc finally croaked. Despite it all, despite everything, the truth in the matter was: “Always have been.”

His shoulders rumbled with breathless laughter and a forced grin flashed alongside the tiniest of mirth still ever present in those bloodshot eyes of his.

“Am I really that bad of a liar, now? Maybe I AM getting old and decrepit finally— coulda swore I used to be better at it then this.”

[g1-skywarp]

me: i dont like talking much, i dont even like humming or making me

also me: makes the weordest fucking noises when i stim

[prismartist]

"i picked [the cyan flowers] while........... anyways" CATCRI SHE CANT EVEN TALK ABOUT TRYING TO SAVE BOBBY HURGHK

[menphinaswhitemage]

Went to this spot for my weekly mog challenge only to find a whole group of people. Went "oh i forgot my bait oopsie" and immediately two/three people stood up to trade me the exact bait I needed :catcry:

[thestarlightbrigade]

GUYS GUYS BEIXAN IS GETTING THE LOVE SHE DESERVES :CATCRY:

[g1-skywarp]

*searches character i post about a lot on tumblr* wait what the fuck are my posts doing here

[prismatoxic]

every few weeks i cycle into a new set of emojis on discord that i use way too much (another reason on the pile of many why nitro is a necessity for me)

rn it's "catblush" and "catcry"

the same image but wildly different emotions. i feel these in my soul

[asbestieos]

NOOOO I DONR WANTTO JOIN THIS COURT ZOOMMEETING.. :CATCRY: GOODBYE SEE YOU GIRLMUTUALS LATER

[varldsormr]

"That is... the short of it." A low, acknowledging rumble leaves his throat and mingles with the muffled sounds of clatter from the kitchens, Jhin's hand resting in the form of a loosely tightened fist upon the table. Not much, she says. But perhaps enough. He ruminates on the image of the devil stalking home from their encounter. His mind, fixed as it has been, on the look that Thorne had worn before he went; Sharp eyes at once both cold and burning as the winter wind swept through around him from the doors to the saloon, hinges creaking whilst the fading of his steps left an empty, hollow echo in his wake.

He knows the emotions of the devil blazes hot before they fizzle out to smoke and embers. But it is easier to imagine him angry.

Seeing the shifts of Dahlia across the booth in his peripheral, the serpent's brow knits even further as she recounts what Thorne relayed. What he had said. He recalls anew - a little bitterly - the snap in the devil's voice when Jhin denied him, the bite in his old partner's parting words digging teeth into places where he knew that it would hurt. A petty blow if ever there was one. The prodding of a bruise shaped like the woman sat across from him. Jhin wishes he could say he'd handled it with a grim and tempered dignity, detached, unmoved -- alas, he is no less a damned fool than any other.

Anger and relief had both become him when Thorne had stepped into the room, blending with a range of vague and muddied sentiments as their reunion quickly spiralled. Desperation. Frustration. Uncertainty. In the end, the ranger hadn't known what to do with the pitifully dull and yearning aching in his chest but to send the source of it away, and to drink until all of it was swallowed up again, drowned somewhere at the pit of him like a ship being dragged by a beast beneath the waves.

How disconcertingly easily she makes him float again.

"It would be dishonest of me, to claim I did not wish to see you." Jhin forfeits confession under his lady's solemn gaze, his own drifting up to meet it, only to sink below her lashes a moment after, lowered by the weight of guilt to see her features burdened by regret on his account. It isn't what he wanted. Sorrow does not suit her. "But I've never been good with... this." He grunts, waving with a few fingers of his hand. "Words. I knew not what to say. To either of you."

It's presumably an innocent remark but enough to send swirls of pink up her neck and over her cheeks, remembering all too easily the ways in which his dry humour would occasionally turn lewd when you least expected it. It was almost inappropriate to find his remark funny, so with a mix of embarrassment and inevitable amusement Dahlia lowers her gaze to her side of the table, studying the collection of condensation rings that had marked the wood over the years. "I'll say." Jhin had dodged her question. However, she wasn't here to impart judgement or inspect the ins and outs of his recent decisions. He was a free man.

What could she remember of that snowy night, when Thorne had come back from town? He was ice hot and shivering, and collapsed on her bed to weep in her lap. That was the thing about the devil: whatever he felt he did so with violent immediacy. While most carried their grief around until it crushed them and forced them to look darkness in the eye, Thorne was porous, swift and volatile with all matters of the heart. Dahlia had held him in near stupor, asking questions he didn't have the answers to. It didn't feel real. It couldn't be real.

"Not much." It's true. He had blubbered, mostly, shaking with each wet sob that convulsed him, saying disjointed things and repeating the same phrases like he was trying to pry each and every nail that had been driven into his heart. "That you recovered somewhere. That you were in bad shape." Something about Jhin's injury, too, which she decides not to mention over breakfast. Too sensitive a topic, perhaps, and her former partner had already declined help. Eventually the redhead does raise her chin once more, gentle sorrow weighing down her brows, dimming the light in her eyes.

"That you did not want to see me."

[28-11s]

hiii, i had such a good dream about us and now i’m in literal tears, because it was That good and i felt so loved and wanted?? it started off with me checking padlet, and there were two new messages? i don’t remember the exact words, but the one at the top said something about me deserving a dramatic proposal, and the longer message was just full of instructions i had to follow. you made me enter a random- [pause of like 3 hours because of riku’s situation] Ok i can now continue. you made me enter a random room, and on the floor there was this banner, on which you wrote me a love letter?! it was just a long list of reasons why you wanted to (re)marry me, and at the bottom there was a map? sort of like a treasure map but not really. then you appeared and :catcrying: we went on a looooong date? but each activity had to do with the proposal? like, we went shopping to buy dresses, and then we went to a bakery because you wanted me to taste different cakes… literally looked like we were planning our wedding instead But i digress. we also went to the amusement park at one point … i think we only went because i said i wanted to ride the rollercoaster so tysm for taking me there despite not being the biggest amusement parks enjoyer. AND THEN we ended up in this vintage shop in the middle of nowhere and 🥺 we found the prettiest matching pearl rings… i don’t know how to describe them but they were so PRETTY, so carefully decorated… both rings were made of gold and had a pearl on them, but the. uh, the parts that held the pearls were shaped like two different flowers? i don’t remember what flowers though.. we were about to try them on! and then i woke up . but i woke up happy! the dream felt so real i am literally still all giddy, like wow that made me feel so good!! and so in love!! so so so so in love with you. :( even more than usual.

[ugh-my-back]

@breezypunk spoiled me with some lovely solo and shippy pics ♡!!

[lepidopteragirl]

tbh, as much as i love hating and being a hater, i think /r tntduo in the nevadas era is rly interesting and if i wasn't a toxic karlnapityolo i think their dynamic would rot my brain So Much. however i do unironically strongly dislike ''right person wrong time'' soft pogtopia era ctnt so fucking much. obvs niki's birthday party happened lol, clearly they have a smth.. going on if you want to read it like that, and while i think it could be fun to look at that like that, i personally don't rly think that kind of hurt/comfort, sitting on the roof heart to heart kind of thing really works with them mostly bc, for lack of a better word, i don't think cwilbur really respects cquackity as an equal rly in s1/manburg era. he calls quackity schlatt's bitch for fuck's sake. (and perhaps this is a little bit fair given how swag2020's victory got started off, but i also am a toxic quolo and i feel like reading the whole story cq pays farrrr more he's got narrative consequences than his narrative crimes and it makes it hard for me to get upset w him also he's my special little boy i don't even care, okay?)

cwilbur has that bossy older sibling thing (/aff) going on where he very much sees his position towards a lot ppl during s1 as a leader, older sort of for lack of a better word authoritative figure who knows better than most everyone. (obvs cwilbur mental illness plays into this but it is also kinda not good lol) and im sort of scared to touch this bc i fear it will erupt into the most horrid rancid discourse to grace this fine earth, but the fact that cquackity is a few years (five i think actually lol) younger than cwilbur absolutely plays into this too. im not gonna sit here and go oh no fictional age gap bad bc i gen do not care about how it makes their relationship "toxic" or not lol. (also rpverse tnt my beloved are the only version of ctnt that wont be just a little but toxic imo tbh, the toxic-ness is where the fun comes in lmao.) however, it very much affects how the two of them interact in s1. it doesn't necessarily make their dynamic Bad or #Problematic or one of them using the other etc i don't think, but i do think it's why pogtopia era tnt content that starts w ''these two make out/fuck sometimes but they're both sad and somehow let down walls to take care of each other'' doesn't really work like it does in the las nevadas era. (which even as the worlds most toxic karlnapityolo i v much enjoy if ppl do it right) part of the issue i think is that some ppl transplant their s3 dynamic back into s1 and treat it like its the same, and i don't really think it works.

to me, its that huge change in the dynamic between s1 and s3 that makes nevadas era tntduo so intriguing. its part of what makes the " i don't think about you" line so hot sexy etc imo, the shift from cquackity being so Young in so many ways and then coming back face to face with cwilbur and being able to stand toe to toe with him now. (i am am not immune to girlboss cq.) its cquackity reinventing himself, he's not the little boy who wasn't worth cwilbur considering as a real candidate, one who would never be worth enough to be a real leader of lmanburg. he's not schlatt's bitch anymore, hes no one's bitch. he's not the naive ditz that stood on a hillside at sunset with cwilbur and was told he was too weak, too scared, too soft to do what's needed to get power. but he's better, he's better than that too, there are no walls around las nevadas, and he'll even offer wilbur a job as his vice when he wasn't even let in the gates of wilbur's nation. hes winning and by god will he make sure wilbur knows it. love her shes soooo crazy omg

(is it perhaps not that healthy mental state no it is not but he is like elle woods but withso many more problems he is moving to a brand new city and teaching himself how to die and so long to the person you begged him to be he's down he's dead etc i love characters sooo much)

also if i have to pick up one more rly good s1 cquack character study that suddenly springs ''then wilbur and quackity fucked in pogtopia'' im going to become the joker slash serious

[super-sayian-kitty64]

Babe wake up new catcriestoo strip dropped

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[g1-skywarp]

WAIT THERES A BRATZ GAME FOR TWH NINTENDO SWITCH WHAT THE FUCK???

[seaquestions]

doopweek day 4 (a lil late oopsie): trust!