#youll be the death of me

[loycos]

this season we got to see a whole new side to caitlyn's fighting: close counters. something that she used to be so, SO terrible at.

This season, not only did we see her physically fighting twice, but she also went against the 2 most badass fucking terrifying butches on the show: Sevika and Ambessa. and in both times, she WON.

how does that make any sense? is she now an amazing crazy brawler who can kick anyone's ass??? hardly. of course there are factors at play that helped her achieve this other than raw strength (the hextech malfunction and mel's magic, respectively). but just how the hell did she even hold on her own in physical fights with these beasts of women without them literally flattening her in less that 5 seconds?

that's where a whole side of Caitlyn that i don't see discussed often comes in: respect. or at least, lack thereof. Caitlyn is one of the least respected characters in the show, by other characters. i've addressed it in a post before with Jinx, who doesn't want to acknowledge Caitlyn as a human, for many reasons, but it can definitely come across as disrespect. we saw it with Salo on 2 different occasions. Singed did not give a fuck about Caitlyn's threats and basically called her an impatient baby. she is referred to as a "child" or a "girl" more than fucking Isha. if we go back to season 1, seems like her own parents struggled seeing her as an adult that can make her own choices. her coworkers make fun of her dedication. Marcus thought she was an entitled brat. when they first met, VI didn't respect Caitlyn at ALL.

the 3 characters who know Caitlyn and respect her are: Vi, Jayce, and Mel. that's so fucking sad. Caitlyn wants to be acknowledged for who she is and her capabilities, yet she has to fight harder for it than anyone else around, despite her privilege. or maybe because of it. notice how it's something Maddie preys on: "Piltover looks up to you. i look up to you". she knows Caitlyn desperately wants be taken seriously.

back to fighting: if you notice, Sevika and Ambessa are doing the exact same thing here.

during their fight, Sevika looked like she was mostly just pushing Caitlyn around, trying to hold her off, while Cailtyn was fighting for her life.

we know how ruthless Sevika can be when she actually puts effort into fighting, but in this case it looks like she was playing with her food for just a little too long, and then the hextech weapons started freaking out. and that cost her the fight.

with Ambessa it's even clearer. yes, in a way she sees Caitlyn almost like a surrogate daughter, but does she? notice how she calls Mel by her name. she addresses Caitlyn as "child", and she's not even HER child. it's belittling. Ambessa mostly tries to mold her, and she clearly did not expect Caitlyn to be intelligent enough to pick up on it.

the whole fight in episode 9. Ambessa letting the mole she planted in Caitlyn's bed to execute her? not even doing it herself? disrespect. mocking her for being desperate? disrespect.

when they actually fight, Ambessa shows the exact same symptoms Sevika did. maybe its a Noxian ritual or something, to torture your victim before u publicly execute them, but in certain points in the fight she couldve had Caitlyn killed and just chose not to. it's especially noticeable after she gauges Caitlyn's eye, and Caitlyn rests defenseless on the floor, bleeding on 2 fronts. what does Ambessa say? "you fought well, child." if that's not the disrespect of the century i don't know what is. and AGAIN, this cost Ambessa the fight. and her life, in this case.

the saddest part of it all is that Caitlyn is the character that shows respect the most, to almost everyone she meets. regardless of how they treat her.

[piosplayhouse]

This Might be Shen Qingqiu

[liquidstar]

i havent seen anyone else point out yet that ivan reaching for till's neck was already a consistent theme, strangulation aside

all the way back to round 3. in both that and after the karaoke scene, he's doing it specifically to release his restraints (post-karaoke specifically, it doesnt even seem to be for a real reason other than to bring him some temporary relief/comfort after that). even if its not shown in the other shots, i think thats what his desire is there too.

and with the strangling too, in the end i still think he was trying to save him through it, in whatever way he could at least. you could take that in the "it was a farce to save him" way or the "it was an attempted double suicide" way, but i think its just interesting. we see consistently ivan reach for till's neck to give him freedom, until the same gesture strangles him instead. isn't that ironic?

[irmakkockan]

SECRET RELATIONSHIPS EP 5: THE IDIOT PART 2

Well, I’m not giggling, screaming, or kicking my feet anymore.

I’m just angry and sad. Really.

Ahh, Suhyeon, seriously? You could have had it ALL. If only you had grown some courage and hadn’t let Jaemin play his mind games with you. If only you had taken one step forward instead of running in the opposite direction every single time. The world was yours to take - and for you, that was always Daon. And now what? You’re just a violent, impulsive mess of a human, always screaming, never bending, never listening, and definitely never honest.

I mean, I’m this close to liking Jaemin more than you because, at least, he knows what he wants. He’s evil incarnate, sure, but at least he’s consistent. He’s working toward world domination one ungodly scheme at a time. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING? You let yourself be manipulated by Jaemin, you didn’t confess, you ran away for seven years, then came back only to force your way into Daon’s life with fists flying. You threaten everything and everyone - like, what is your endgame here? Are you that out of touch? I just - UGH. I can’t even focus on anything else.

Why, just WHY aren’t you even trying to talk to Daon? I get it, you think the moment you mention Jaemin, he’ll shut you out. THEN START FROM SCRATCH. Tell him how you’ve always wanted to be by his side. Tell him how your feelings evolved - from interest to liking to all-consuming love. Beg him to listen. Apologize. For the contract. For fake-dating Jaemin. For the unnecessary violence. For leaving him behind. Just… SAY SOMETHING.

Now? You’re irredeemable. Everything you do is inexcusable. And it’s such a waste. A waste of a love that could have been beautiful. A waste of ten years. A waste of youth. It’s driving me MAD. I can’t get over this.

ANYWAY. That confrontation at Daon’s apartment complex? The kind of drama-lover’s dream that should have had me eating it up, but I couldn’t even enjoy it - I just need Seonghyeon to win this war. I’m done with this shit.

And honestly, I can’t even be mad at Daon for being passive, for being a pushover, for letting everyone walk all over him. The guy is TRAUMA PERSONIFIED. He came from nothing. His family is a mess. The two people he had deep, deep feelings for started dating each other, leaving him in the dust. One of them is a violent lunatic, the other keeps him at arm’s length. Suhyeon threatens him. Jaemin has been orchestrating his isolation for over seven years, making sure he never had anyone else, never formed any strong bonds. We should be amazed that he even has a job and an apartment, let alone the ability to speak to other people. The man should be a husk of a person. That he can even consider Seonghyeon as a potential partner is honestly a miracle.

God. This is getting tougher to watch. But I think we’re seeing Jaemin unravel in real-time - little by little, coming apart at the seams, growing more unhinged by the second. Now that will be my Roman Empire.

[thesmpisonfire]

Head in hands. I forgot to mention Mike also said he's afraid of looking in mirrors. He's afraid to look at himself

Is he afraid to find out how much the torture changed him? Is he afraid that the mirror will be corrupted just like it usually is in dreams and it will all be a dream? Is he afraid to look in his eyes and find out whats broken?

Forgot to add AGAIN. He also said he can't close his eyes. He feels his eyes permanently wide open and he can't go back to his normal expression as before (trauma 😎👍)

I'm so.

[mothinabottle]

Hey, it's not necessary for you to answer this, but I really wanted to know something.

I've seen you share posts about the recent drama, and I wanted to know if you'll keep making content for the fandom or not?

A few artists have left due to the controversy, and it is sad (Of course they have the right to. Don't misunderstand please). I really like your art and your pcs.

Sorry if this is too long.

Hello, anon. Don't worry, your question is valid and your message isn't too long!

But my answer will be! So warning for a text wall. Thx thx

To be honest, I've been avoiding saying something about that as I needed time to think.

Sigh. Look, I've been here for a long time. Not necessarily interacting with the fandom, but playing the game and adoring the characters. Hell, those who know this blog must already know I absolutely adore Jordan's character.

Having said that, I also have to address that friends of mine have been hurt, and even people I got to know because of said friends. Dolcord and dol in general had many dramas through the years and I had ignored most until now.

My decisions are not made because of this single thing, but because I am tired of the same stuff happening over and over :p

With those two points in mind-> I won't leave the dol fandom, but I'll also put a stop on more serious projects. Comics, lore, etc will be outright deleted from my drafts or discontinued until further notice.

I have spent these last few days socializing and playing new games I had left, and I've come to the conclusion that my blog will have to have more diverse content. Whether it'll be Lnds, CoT, Alien Stage, Dungeon Meshi, etc.

The dol asks in my inbox will be answered as well. Don't worry about that. I just wanna take a break jejejajsjs

And actually, most of my dol content will start relying on that. Requests. Because right now? I have no inspiration and I literally am unable to draw unless it is for my mooties or I am obligated to do so.

I will still be reblogging stuff from my mooties as I had always known I would follow them no matter what. They are all talented and amazing people I am glad I got to know 💙

Tldr; I still adore the concept of the game and simp for Jordan. But I am also on my limit and kinda ehhhh cuz c'mon, it has been years of drama over drama from the same ppl lmao. So I will draw for dol from time to time, but you'll also start seeing different stuff more often once my will to draw recovers 👍

Ah, but the solo Jordan drawings will prevail. Preferably NSFW. This thing made me realize I now have that dumbass as my dol fav. Sorry Sirris.

[leadendeath]

[ef-1]

........I've been watching f1 for 10 years so he's always been #33 to me? + I started this blog 5 years ago, before he was a champion so it's just a point of continuity for me to use it bc #33 remains reserved for him??? ++ I'm genuinely wondering if you have the wrong blog bc I've literally never used mv0? Would you like me to lol? ????????

[unfilterthepassion]

I have a gun to my head

[glitchyvoice]

runs on stage

ITS DONE GUYS I FINALLY FINISHED IT IM SO LATE BUT WE BALL

[fallenwhumpee]

"An Hour."

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Hospital settings, aftermath of captivity, mentioned death.

Medic, despite what their job would suggest, wasn't a caregiver. They were just a mechanic working on circuits, not who carefully kept the whole mechanism running. They could fix people, but it was that. Someone would have to take over the aftermath.

Much to Medic's relief, Leader was a caregiver. A good one, even.

Too good, they lately noticed. Too good that it was starting to make Medic worried. But just like every other day, Medic knocked the infirmary door in exactly same time, before opening it fully. Youngest was asleep in the hospital bed - Medic had said Leader that it was unnecessary, but Leader  brought one anyway - and at last drops of their IV.

"An hour," Leader muttered. At this point it felt like a ritual. So, without a word, Medic moved and changed Youngest's IV to antibiotics as Leader deserted the room silently. Probably to sleep.

Good, Medic thought. Leader needed it.

Medic made their way to the armchair, only to see Leader's office keys on it. For a moment, they considered giving it back. They respected privacy, but they were also curious. For the last one month and a half, all Leader did was looking for Youngest, caring for Youngest or staying in their office. The first two was understandable, but the third...

Now Medic could learn whatever Leader was doing in their office.

Medic hesitated. They shouldn’t invade Leader’s privacy—Leader had done nothing to earn suspicion, at all. And Leader never broke anyone's boundries, so Medic doing it to them was just wrong. But something had been gnawing at the back of Medic’s mind for weeks now, something beyond the usual worry for Youngest. Leader’s behavior, so single-minded, so intense, felt wrong. So wrong for someone almost obsessed with making the future better. And if there was something in that office that could explain it...

Steeling themselves, Medic turned and walked down the hall to Leader’s office. The key slid into the lock with an ease that almost felt too simple. "Where's Leader?" Medic shouted. Leader's room was wide open and Leader wasn't there.

"Went for a quick walk," Right Hand shouted back.

Medic took a deep breath. "Okay," they muttered. With a simple twist, the door creaked open. Medic slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind them slowly. The room was dim, the only light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. At first glance, it looked like any other office—neat, organized, professional. Just like how Leader liked to keep everything. Medic opened the lights.

Notes. Dozens of them, pinned to a board on the wall, scattered across the desk, and even taped to the edges of the bookshelves, almost creating a wallpaper. Most were in Leader’s precise handwriting, detailing locations, names, dates, and other pieces of information that, together, painted a picture out of a detective's office. Medic’s gaze was drawn to a map on the wall, marked with pins and red string connecting various points. They moved closer, recognizing the locations as places where incidents had occurred—break-ins, disappearances, attacks. All related to Youngest.

Their heart pounded as they picked up a file from the desk. It had a picture, the person's face partially obscured, but there was no mistaking who it was. Medic had seen that face around Whumper—one of the underlings of them. The person had been found dead two weeks ago, the cause still under investigation. There were detailed reports about them, autopsies, locations, biographies... informations that Medic doubted Leader had the authority to kno let alone storing.

They set the file down, their hands trembling slightly. Leader had been gathering evidence, but it wasn’t just about finding Youngest. It was about something more.

Another photo on the desk caught their eye. Medic took it, revealing more photos, more notes underneath. Some were crossed out, others highlighted. A list of names—people connected to the kidnapping—each one with a note beside it: confirmed dead, under surveillance, possible lead.

Some of these people were no longer a threat because they were dead. Was it coincidence, or had Leader...?

The sound of footsteps in the hallway snapped Medic out of their thoughts. They hurriedly closed the folder and placed thr picture back on the desk, glancing around to make sure everything was as they’d found it. The door clicked shut just as the office door opened.

Leader stepped inside, looking tired but alert. They froze for a moment, eyes narrowing as they stared in the sight of Medic standing in their office.

“What are you doing here?” Leader’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a warning.

Medic tried to keep their expression neutral, forcing a casual shrug qs if they weren’t digging through the room for the last ten minutes. “You left your keys on the chair. Thought I’d drop them off.”

Leader’s gaze flicked to the keys in Medic’s hand, then back to their face. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Leader crossed the room, taking the keys with a nod.

“Thank you,” they said, their tone polite but distant. “Please wait for my return next time.”

Medic nodded, feeling the tension in the air like a physical weight. They turned to leave, but couldn’t help one last glance at the desk, at the folder now lying innocently on the surface.

Leader didn’t miss the look. “Is there something else?”

“No,” Medic replied quickly, shaking their head. “Just... take care of yourself, okay? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

Leader’s expression relaxed, a smile so soft and tender taking over. “Don't worry. Byt you should get some rest too.”

How could Medic be suspicious of them when all Leader did was worrying and caring for the team? Shoving the guilt down, they forced a smile and left the office.

-•-

Later that day, Medic was in the break room when the news broke. The television mounted on the wall buzzed with static before the anchor’s voice cut in, somber and urgent.

“We interrupt this program with breaking news. Henchman, a key figure in the recent string of criminal activities linked to the late terrorist Whumper, was found dead earlier this evening. Authorities are investigating, but details remain scarce at this time.”

Medic’s blood ran cold. Henchman—another name on Leader’s list. Dead. Just like the others.

They stood frozen, the room spinning around them. The timeline didn’t add up. Leader couldn’t have done it—they had only left the office for ten minutes, not enough time to cross the city and back. But the coincidences were too many, too pointed.

When Medic next saw Leader, they couldn’t help but study their face, searching for anything. But Leader looked even more drained than the last time, still trying to hold it together desperately. When Medic mentioned the news, Leader’s response was calm, almost indifferent.

“Tragic, but not unexpected,” Leader muttered, shrugging slightly. They weren’t even focused— they looked like they could just collapse and take a twenty four hour nap. “Agency was after them. It was only a matter of time.”

Medic nodded slowly, but the uneasy feeling in their gut only grew. There was something, something that was beyond their understanding. But as Leader walked away, Medic knew one thing for certain— Leader was doing something wrong. It was either their sleeping habits or the team had a huge problem.

-•-

Soo, have another random one. This is standalone, but I wrote this with "A Score to Settle" in my mind. Not quite part two, but I began writing with that intention.

[mintymangopops]

All the warning signs are telling me that Dragona is most likely gonna die and yet I've still grown attached to her like a BUFFOON

[tunanoodlesoup]

rewatched murder drones for the 508303859438202th time and got inspired to draw bat uzi weirdly enough HAHAHHAH also: doodled this per request of a friend

bat uzi JSDVSFGHKJHSK

[pkmoth]

having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself

[tweedfrog]

Old hymns go so hard. Modern Christian rock just doesn’t have the guts im afraid. Old hymns are full of organs and connective tissue and viscera and that's why they're good 🫶

[joshuamj]

Finally got around to redrawing this piece again