#they make me ill

[h8rgirl-9000]

still thinking abt the utter joy and RELIEF in jayce’s voice when he said “your alive” and ran to hug viktor im sick to my stomach over them

[artzykrowz]

“ But there’s no puppet here ~ “

I was listening to the epic soundtrack again, and got the idea to draw them :3

( Vsau by @rhapsoddity !! )

[miloss-world]

We saw how Vander took care of Vi and Powder it got me thinking. What did silco do for these girls? Vander provided security, food and a caregiving to them both.

Maybe silco was busy figuring out Zaun yes, but I like the Idea of him teaching them intellectual skills — Vander taught them street smarts, Silco taught them Book smarts. Such as;

Reading, writing, some basic math, and saw how powder was smarter then she seemed to be able to make things, and maybe at her young age, she was a quicker learner? That's why Silco felt like he could trust her in his gang. She was a quick learner.

And had a rough idea on where her smarts sat, seeing how he was possibly the last person who taught her before he left after the bridge with Vander??

Just a thought!!

[strawberysketch]

video/gif edition of my last post.. Inspired by all those edits on tiktok with flowers blooming <3

[misteria247]

Morning reblog yippee!!

Pacifica sat on the workbench, not looking at the older man in front of her as she clutched her injured hand to her chest. Fiddleford was silent, an imitating aura around him as he searched for the first aid kit. The blonde bit her lip, too nervous to try and break the silence. Only a few minutes ago they were having a nice time. They were chatting and even joking a bit as they worked on the robot that Fidds wanted to bring to life. And then it all went straight to hell. And it was all Pacifica's fault.

She hadn't been paying attention, too busy enjoying the rare moment of genuine fun. When she'd placed her palm on a hot metal plate. The world exploded in pain and she'd let out a pained yelp, and in doing so dropping an important piece needed for Fiddleford's robot. Breaking it in the process. Pacifica had never felt her heart drop so quickly, and despite her damaged hand had tried to pick it up. To fix her mistake only for the older man to beat her to it. Pacifica had never seen Fiddleford move as fast as he did in that moment, his hands already under her arms as he picked her up and pulled her away from the project. Before setting her down onto the workbench, his face taunt and full of an emotion that made the girl immediately nervous. And now here they were, in the present moment with Fidds not saying anything and Paz staring at her injured hand.

Why couldn't she just do something for once without ruining it in the process?

That piece had been important. A piece that they'd found at the junkyard together. The old inventor had been thrilled about the find, chatting excitedly about all the possibilities it could be used to make their project even better. And she'd ruined it. Had messed up badly, just like always.

'He's never going to want to be around you again. You ruined it.'

The thought was harsh and cruel and to her mortician she felt her throat get tight. Her hand throbbing angrily in pain to add to the tight lump building.

'He's angry at you. I bet he's already thinking of a way to tell you to scram and never come back. Some Northwest you turned out to be, no wonder mom and dad don't want you around.'

She felt her hands tremble, eyes burning at the thought of having to say goodbye. Of once again being alone.

'Disgraceful, can't even keep yourself together.'

Pacifica felt herself spiraling, unaware that she'd lost the fight of keeping her tears in. Silently crying as she tried to figure out how to fix this. On how to convince Fiddleford to give her another chance. Fiddleford meanwhile finally found the thing he was looking for, and turned to start fixing his apprentice's hand. Only to feel his stomach drop at the sight of Pacifica Northwest in tears. Fatherly instinct took the wheel as he set down the first aid kit and kneeled down to her level. Eyes full of concern for the child in front of him.

"Paz, hon does it hurt? Are you okay? Can I please see your hand-"

The man said, voice soft and full of worry as he went to reach for her hand only to stop when he heard it. A tiny, tear filled voice.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Mcgucket, I didn't mean to break it! Please, forgive me I know you don't have any reason to believe me but please don't...don't say goodbye. I....I don't want to say goodbye. I can fix it I swear-"

Paz rambled. Calling him by his last name in her begging, almost as if she was afraid she wasn't allowed to call him Fidds anymore. So unlike the confident sweet girl he'd come to know, apologies falling from her like rain from the sky. Fidds sat there, eyes widening in a horrified realization and an anger building in his chest.

'Oh, when I get my hands on that awful excuse of a father, I'm gonna-'

The thought filled his head, vicious and so unlike Fiddleford. But he pushed it down. He'd worry about that later, right now he had a more important matter to attend to. With a gentle hand, Fidds gripped Paz's chin, firmly but tenderly making her look at him.

"Pacifica Northwest. I want to make something very clear and I want you to listen well."

He said voice soft but full of authority. The teen sniffled but gave him her full attention.

"I don't care about the part. It can be replaced. A project can be replaced. But you can not. You are what I care about, and you will always be the most important thing to me. No robot or project will ever be more important than you. Do you understand little lady?"

The older man asked, staring at her with a serious expression. Fiddleford watched as she stared at him, her eyes full of disbelief before they filled with more tears. With a trembling lip Pacifica nodded, a hiccuped sob escaping. Fidds didn't bring it up, instead letting her go to grab the first aid kit.

"Now may I please see your hand, honey? I gotta make sure that you're not in need of more medical attention."

Fidds asked waiting for her to give him her injured hand. With another sniffle and a small curse towards herself, she showed him her hand. The injury wasn't good, but to Fidds' relief, it wasn't too badly injured that they'd need to go to the emergency room. With a practiced ease that came from decades of dealing with similar injuries himself. Fiddleford cleaned up and bandaged Pacifica's hand, making sure she had plenty of medicine on her wound before doing so. Making a mental note to possibly get her a pair of better work gloves for the future. Once she was cleaned up, Fidds stood up, his knees and back cracking due to being in one position for so long. However he didn't mind, he'd do it all over again if it meant making sure his little shadow was okay.

"I think we've done enough for the day wouldn't you say so Paz? A long work day calls for a nice drink. How does hot cocoa sound to you?"

The inventor asked patiently waiting for her to respond. After a few shaky breathes, the rich girl finally responded.

"I guess hot cocoa is nice. If you insist on having it anyways...."

Fiddleford smiled, relief and fondness filling his chest. Pacifica would be okay, she was one hell of a stubborn girl. And if she wasn't, he'd be right there to help her back up again. Walking back towards the manor, neither spoke about Pacifica's tears, nor their conversation. An understanding now between them. One that would be there for the rest of their lives.

The understanding that they'd be okay.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

I will make no excuses. This is the biggest example of self indulgent art ive done since my birthday last year. I have no fucking clue what au this is. I jsut wanted to draw Sabo as a sheep, Ace as slutty and greasy as i could with him still being hot in my eyes, and luffy with adorable little bear ears. Also that shading on luffy’s pic was really fun to make.

I had a physical reaction to drawing the little animals. Theyre. Everything. To me.

Why luffy is bear- bears are so food motivated i love them.

Why sabo is sheep- rebelling against fate’s design, breaking from herd mentality, etc etc

Why ace is coyote- it’s really funny how people keep thinking theyre cats or dogs and take them in but theyre just feral creatures. Very similar to Ace me thinks.

I wanted to make luffy and ace typical predators of sheep. Something something them born to destroy the system of all that has ever been (harking back to that herd mentality) something something also breaking that promise too to be brothers with someone from that system

[liquidch4os]

Jmart crushing souls again. Have a train doodle.

[pikavani]

The sillies tehehe~

Another Bunnydoll collection 🥺💕

[time-woods]

Twitter seemed to like these so here’s some work in progressthings

[asooffa]

🌊🪸🌊

i had a vision

[drraggula]

fluff fiddlestan during winter.... this took some time to make

[puck777]

First meeting

[neon-ghost04]

“Husk didn’t fall for Angel Dust he fell for Anthony”

NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HUSK FELL FOR ANGEL DUST AND ANTHONY; THE PORNSTAR, THE CRACKHEAD, THE GUY STAYING AT A HOTEL FOR REDEMPTION, THE GUY WHO LOVES HIS PET PIG, THE GUY WHOS GOOD WITH A GUN, THE LOSER, THE GUY WHO CARES ABOUT HIS FRIENDS, THE GUY WHO LET HIS WALLS DOWN

He fell for all that Angel Dust is, and he fucking fell hard

[milesofstars]

im firmly of the belief that batmans cape is just a hotspot for batkids, in the same way as if you touched a spider and a load of mini spiders just erupt from nowhere and you go WTF?? thats batman.

he goes somewhere on a regular justice league mission and then by the end hes just like "alright time to go to the batcave" and suddenly 6 fully grown adults and a child pop out and are like "can we get batburger on the way" and every jl member loses their shit

[diviedrawn]

“I think I’ll try to live for someone else one more time”

[achillesbeloathed]

Such an underrated Achilles moment is him cutting off his hair to place in Patroclus' hands before lighting his funeral pyre. Like, listen listen listen, the main reason our boy grew his hair long at all is because his father promised it to the river-god Spercheus upon his safe return home. Please. Peleus promised to sacrifice his son's beautiful hair in exchange for his beautiful son's homecoming. And Achilles, fucking Achilles (beloved/beloathed), cuts it all off to give to Patroclus on his final journey, because he knows, he knows, the river-god won't fulfill his father's request. Because Achilles won't let him. Because in that moment, Achilles already knows he won't be coming home.