#pillow moment

[mossy-astral-ghost]

Gonna start posting bowling night doodles over here :]

Last week's doodle (as well as the previous week's), I present a drawing of Snappy (left) and Whiney (right, belongs to @pillow-14 ).

They're alternative model mvm bots, with Snappy being a "new and improved" take on the classic Medibot model. Such as being able to walk up stairs and not trip.

[mossy-astral-ghost]

Woe

fuck it. worm on a string picrew chain. let's fucking go

happy worm creation my friends

tagging @areyoudoingthis @cursed-coat-of-homosexuality @peanutbutterex @tfemteach @piratecaptainscaptainpirates (no pressure 💛)

[pentacass]

[kaijukebox]

GET HIS ASS

[mouseshift]

i had to redraw that one scene from saw. i didnt even like the movie that much but i still had to

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No time to play. You are being sent away.

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[aroaceleovaldez]

underappreciated Nico detail that I like - he seems to be an angry crier! very frequently he's angry when he cries and he cries when he's extremely angry. very AuDHD of him. emotional regulation sucks my guy and he's just going through it.

[natalievoncatte]

Spoilers for Arcane Season 2. Ending Spoilers.

The tables had turned, and now Vi was the one waiting. She was so tired, so utterly absolutely tired of being the one to helplessly watch. As she waited she flexed her fingers and tugged at her wraps, sometimes rolled her shoulder as if, suddenly, there was something she could do with all her strength. Her knuckles were still sore from punching the wall in Jinx’s cell.

It had all happened so fast. How long had it been? The sun had set, but she’d lost track of time. She wasn’t leaving this room, no matter what.

Part of her had almost run. When she lurched down from the hexgate, limping and dragging one depowered gauntlet with the other, spotting Caitlyn alive had made her heart sing, a bright spot that kept the hollow in her chest from collapsing in on itself and pulling her on with it. She had someone. She had a reason.

Cait saw her, took two steps, and collapsed in a heap, bleeding profusely from her left eye, her uniform soaked in blood from a gash on her flank.

Vi didn’t think she had it in her to run that fast. She’d ignored her own injuries. Nothing mattered but keeping Cait safe. Picking her up and carrying her left Vi herself covered in blood. There was so much, but somehow Cait was still breathing.

She lay in her own bed, chest softly rising and falling. She looked like she was merely asleep, unbothered even though the left side of her face was a mass of bandages and there was a bottle of fluids feeding into her arm.

Vi felt the silent presence in the room and glanced towards the door.

Tobias.

The last thing she remembered him saying in her presence was “what is she still doing here?”

He hadn’t said a word to her, even though she stood by for hours while he and the other doctors had worked on Caitlyn. Barely even looked at her. He wasn’t even the one who handed her a cloth mask to wear over her face and he said nothing to her of Cait’s condition or her prognosis.

It was the same when he came to stand by the bed. An awkward pall fell over the palatial bedroom and Vi couldn’t look at him. The man has already lost his wife and his daughter lay maimed in her bed and might not wake up. What was there to say?

He shuffled awkwardly and Vi noticed he was carrying something. He put the bundle on the bed.

“Clean yourself up. You’re filthy.”

Vi blinked. She’d discarded the jacket of her uniform, but the blood had soaked through to her undershirt, and she was battered and bloodied herself. She’d almost broken her arm and her right shoulder was screaming. Her clothes were crusted with dirt and other people’s blood.

He was not wrong.

“I brought you these, they’re mine. I don’t think anything of Caitlyn’s will fit you.”

Vi muttered a soft, confused “thank you” and took the bundle of clothes, briefly wondering where she should go, before she remembered that Cait had her own bathroom.

As Vi walked inside, she felt a cold rush on her skin. She still couldn’t comprehend that she was allowed here, among all this marble and brass. Cait’s bathroom was big enough to live in. The shower alone was as big as the hovel she’d been living in between bouts and binges.

As she began to undress she realized how tired she was. Every movement was stiff. As she peeled herself out of the uniform she unwrapped bruise after bruise, bloodstain after bloodstain, a road map of agony from head to toe.

The water was a revelation, almost unbearably hot. Old blood and grime sluiced between her toes as the water scorched her back and soaked her hair, the remaining dye sluicing in dark tendrils down her skin.

I don’t deserve this, she thought. I failed everyone. Vander is gone. Jinx is gone. I thought I could be free if I could let Jinx go, but am I free or just empty.

It should have been her.

Even Caitlyn’s towels were luxurious. She’d never felt anything so soft in her life. The heat had loosened her up a little but she still felt creaky and her joints ached. She picked up the shirt Tobias had brought her; she thought it was meant to sleep in. The fabric was even softer, and it felt alien on her skin. It hung too low thanks to Tobias’ height, but it was big enough for her save where her arms and shoulders strained the fabric.

Once she was dressed, Vi returned to the bedroom. She hoped desperately to step out and see Cait sitting up and talking but she was still just lying there, steady but shallow breaths and all, Tobias seated on the edge of the bed and fussing over her.

Vi took the same chair and sighed softly, feeling not much better, just cleaner.

“Let me look at you.”

His voice startled her so much that she simply meekly complied and let him examine the florid bruises on her hand where her knuckles had crashed into the cell wall, even when he gently cupped her chin and turned her head this way and that, staring individually into each eye.

“I know you must hate me.”

His hand fell away. He would no longer look at her. He stood up and turned around, peering through a gap in the curtains.

“I did at first. At first I was so angry. Her whole life, Caitlyn has been obsessed with these notions of justice and progress, with making the Enforcers honorable and just and helping the Undercity, making amends and rebuilding. She’s always had such a kind heart. Then this happened. The Undercity killed my wife, and to me you were the Undercity. Not to mention that every single time you bring her home she’s hurt, and worse than the last time.”

A cold ball clenched in Vi’s gut. He was right. How many more times could this happen before Vi was bringing him back a body and not his daughter?

She was the jinx, wasn’t she?

Tobias’ shoulders hitched and Vi realized he was crying softly.

“I lost one of the two people I live for in an instant… and then began watching the other slip away, piece by piece. Caitlyn became harsh and cold while you were gone. She barely spoke to me, instead spending all her time with that Noxian bitch and her pet whispering poison into her ear. I thought I’d lost her.”

He turned. “Then she brought you in her half dead and begged me to save you and she was just my little girl again, just for a moment.”

Vi’s head snapped up and their gazes briefly met before he broke away.

“Is she going to be okay?” Vi asked softly.

“Okay?” said Tobias. “Okay? I had to remove her eye, Violet. She’s lucky the dagger didn’t pierce her gut or she’d die of sepsis. Now you ask me if-“

He froze, giving Vi a shocked look before his face fell.

“I don’t know what things will ever be between the two of us, but we have her in common, I can see that. Yes, I think she will. My daughter is stronger than you think.”

“I know.”

He turned to leave, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll return in an hour to look in on her. I know what you’re thinking. It’s safe.”

After he left, Vi had to ponder what he meant by that, then it struck her.

Carefully, Vi climbed on the bed, settling beside Cait, nervously settling her weight into the impossibly soft mattress. The bed was so enormous that she had plenty of room.

All she wanted was for Cait to wake up, to hold her again. She had to settle for reaching across the bed and curling her aching fingers around Cait’s limp hand.

She was so tired. Fatigue pressed down on her like a weight and sank her into the bed. Before long, her eyelids grew heavy and she began drifting off despite wrestling to stay awake.

She woke in full dark, the lights doused. Someone had thrown a blanket on her and the bottle of drugs hanging beside Caitlyn had been replaced. Vi sighed, starting to pull her hand free of Cait’s.

She found she couldn’t. Cait’s grip was alarmingly strong weak but her fingers had curled around Vi’s palm and held fast. Her good eye was open, glittering brilliant blue in the dark.

“Violet?” Cait murmured, her voice small and parched.

“That’s my name,” said Vi. Her voice was thick and she choked up a little. “I’m here, Caitlyn.”

“Good,” Cait sighed. “If you’d died I’d kill you.”

Vi snorted.

“I didn’t say this before. I was afraid of what might happen if I did,” Cait rasped. “I love you.”

She squeezed Vi’s palm, not very hard but enough.

“You’re in love with an angry oil slick?”

“My angry oil slick.”

They were quiet for a moment. Cait turned and looked at the ceiling.

“I would understand if… if you feel differently after everything I did to you. I’m sorry, Vi. I’m sorry I hit you, I’m sorry I did those awful things.”

“Cait.”

“I was so angry, I couldn’t-“

“Cait,” Vi insisted. “I love you, too.”

Cait closes her eyes -eye- and smiled softly.

“So you’re in love with an unhinged mongoose?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

Cait laced her fingers through Vi’s and squeezed, hard.

“No. I am not letting go.”

[ratatatastic]

happy they finally posted the pictures they took months ago of 1619 messing around with the cup pillow where sasha tried to pass off the pillow to maffhew and he wasn't having it

[distinguishedstudentfishalien]

Gayest show on television, the highest amount of disabled rep, and still people will get mad at you. Y'all the worst. Queer platonic is fucking valid. I loved that for Jayce and Vik. My only complaint is that we didn't see Silco dicking down Vander in the alternate universe.

[justaz]

arthur and morgana go undercover when they head out to help merlin in ealdor bc if word got back to cenred that camelot’s prince and her king’s ward came into essetir without permission or a heads up, it could start a war. so merlin rolls into ealdor with three mysterious friends to help against kanen and his men and the villagers immediately jump back on their Village Freak attacks. stones fly and insults are hurled and buckets of mud and manure are dumped on merlin who in turn gets into more fights and comes home with bloodied knuckles and a bloodied face. arthur, morgana, and gwen seething. idk merlin angst ig

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Been a bit have some idiots

[dent-de-leon]

....hmmm....and what if. in animated nein. after Molly's whole "Long may I reign" scene, he stumbles out into the hall laughing and full of joy and runs right into Caleb Widowgast. Caleb, choked up, teary-eyed, and looking as though he's about to have another panic attack, still reeling from the pain of confessing everything.

What if Molly tries to talk to him, even if he wouldn't listen. Ask if he's alright. Try to reach out again. What if he gave him another forehead kiss, or asked if he'd want some company--

Out of everyone in the Nein, Mollymauk is the only one who never learns of Caleb's past--the tragedy that so painfully mirrors Lucien's--but. What if, this time, he gets more of a glimpse of that--

[oxymoronicdumbass]

i have such a love-hate relationship with being autistic because on one hand, i know that i will never be able to function in a way that is deemed “normal” in society, but on the other hand, there are very few other things that can possess you with the ability to spend 5 straight minutes jumping up and down because of one sentence in a fanfic

[venice-1987]

Soren deserves to have a little breakdown in season 7. As a treat.

[fallstaticexit]

*looks into the camera* Romantic sims, am I right 🧍🏽‍♀️

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Olive: Start singing. What’s up with you?

Amir: I did think it was strange you visiting and your fiancée isn’t with you.

Orion: Selene....did something happen with Zoey? Is that why she stopped talking to me?

Selene: Whoa, whoa hold on! Olive just dropped a bomb that she’s a whole sugar baby? I think I’d like to hear more about that??

Olive: Guys, come on...I can’t say. I mean I shouldn’t. You know I’m private- ok, listen up. Here’s how I secured the bag, girls.

Amir: [loving every second of this]

VOICEOVER-

Olive: So, I met her through work-

Amir: Which is what exactly?

Olive: Finance, girl. Anyway, she said she wanted to shower me with money and gifts because I deserve it. Finally, someone with some sense! And she really is something with her gifts.

Olive: It’s always something different. Always things I like. Always my favorite color. Always with a big price tag. Always with a promise for more.

Olive: And when we’re not taking trips, which we take alot of them, she has this penthouse in Uptown and she’ll cook like a freaking million dollar chef. I never have to lift a finger.

Olive: And she’s not just generous to me. She spoils my Kia too.

Orion: So who is this lady?

Olive: Aht aht. Not too much. Gotta have something for myself, right?

Amir: And you ain’t givin’ up no sugar?

Olive: ....I mean, a little peck on the lips here and there as a thank you but that’s it.

Amir: A peck? We’re all grown here- minus Rhys...all yall do is kiss?

END VO

Olive: I spoke my truth. Now it’s your turn. What’s up?

Selene: [sighs]

VOICEOVER-

Selene: I think we both knew something was off at first. I got signed by different sponsor, so we weren’t traveling together anymore.

Selene: We kept pushing back the wedding date. Always promising to make more time after the season to start planning. But that day never came. So I kept focusing on the waves.

Selene: I start touring and my sponsor had me join a surf club a couple hours away from Sulani. That’s where I met Paulina.

Selene: They called her the Best of the West. She’s a beast on the board. Real cocky. Competitive. Total asshole. I guess all the things I like in a rival. Kinda reminded me of how good things use to be- surfing with Zoe.

[Paulina: Make sure you clean my towels real good, new girl. I’ll pick them up tonight.]

Selene: And I guess...that wasn’t the only thing I liked about her.

Orion: Selene, please tell me you didn’t....

Selene: Everything was a blur after that..

END VO

Selene: Someone from the team saw Paulina come into my room and they told Zoey... took me like, a month to admit what I did and she kicked me out. Wedding’s off. We broke up. I’m a piece of shit...

Selene: Wasn’t even worth it. Nothing was worth hurting her like that...

Rhys: Um. So... Do you guys wanna roll one or?

Everyone: [sighs] Yeahh...