#good night lol

[drawnbyzahara]

Obsessed with them honestly

Semi realistic Tama and Qiu

(Please excuse my crappy lettering! It’s currently 8:21 PM)

[spitblaze]

What if a beangirl went in for a job interview and handed the interviewer her légumè

[baconcolacan]

in the first half tom sounds like a clingy creature that will just lean against you even if you try and push them away, they always keep leaning and just want to be close to you and to protect you and the family, good job to tom (stay)

Tom seems to be forgetting their marriage (and child) is supposed to be a secret. I missed drawing them so have a doodle ksajfnkdsjf

[another-punk-trans-woman]

Peace and love and weighted blankets in planet earth

[reroscherries]

this is a redraw btw

[linesfromzaun]

In Sickness and In Health (Silco x Chronically ill!Reader)

Rating: M (for description of pain and medical issues)

Tags: chronic illness, chronic pain, health issues, drug use (shimmer) as treatment, supportive Silco, comforting Silco, Singed is mentioned

A/N: yes, I’m chronically ill and I’m going to use this to completely dump my pain and emotions lol. I’m going to use as general pain descriptors as possible but if it gets specific I apologize, my endometriosis is kicking my ass. I’ll also be starting a chronically ill section in my master list.

With Piltover’s border closing, you were cut off from the medication you needed. Zaun’s healthcare was non existent, and relying on your enemies’ top notch medical discoveries certainly wasn’t the best feeling in itself; needing aid from those who already find you unworthy.

It’s been almost a month since the border closed, and Zaun’s citizens were growing restless as each day passed. Violence at the the border made smuggling practically impossible.

You knew at some point you would have to rely on your own means of treatment, maybe even letting Singed take the reins to advance your treatment methods. Even though that thought makes you cringe in fear, your desperation is driving you closer to the decision.

Silco was doing everything he could to support you, even if it meant holding you in moments of intense pain. You could tell your suffering was getting to him, causing him to take it out on others when he got the chance. You can’t recall the number of traitors he decided to go after this week.

You felt like a train wreck, physically and emotionally. You didn’t want to be a burden to Silco. To be a visible weakness to those around him, especially Sevika, who’s alliance feels as if it’s wavering. You’re doing everything possible to stay out of the way, and not make things worse.

Some nights you would smoke his cigars, or drink some of his whiskey alone in your bedroom. Getting caught was a different story. We hasn’t angry or upset with you, he was frustrated with your pain. He told you how these things could make your pain worse later, that the temporary relief wasn’t going to help. You sobbed and begged for something, Shimmer even. When he arrived with spare Shimmer for his eye, he had an injector in hand. He promised you it was going to be a flash of pain, and then relief. He was right, it burned white hot in your body before all the pain subsided. Silco told you that’s the best he could do before your pain returned.

Of course Silco understood in his own way, his eye caused him his own chronic pain. You believe that’s what make him more understanding and supportive: because he gets it.

But injection after injection, you were building a tolerance. Silco watched in horror as your pain retuned not even half an hour later. You were reduced to incoherent begging, and unable to pinpoint what you were begging for.

He began to experiment with variants of Shimmer under Singed’s guidance. Silco even has him create a variant specifically for you.

Days go by and soon enough, your given relief with the new variant administered.

Once you feel the pain stay away for more than an hour, you hold Silco tightly and sob. It’s not a cure, but it feels like salvation.

He holds you until you are sniffling, thanking him over and over for his help. He kisses your face repeatedly and tells you that he loves you more than anything, that he would do anything and everything for you.

And you believe him, having him give you what he cannot grant himself.

[kermitbread]

your attempts at being subtle sometimes aren't really that great hanako, even as a child

[twixtedspoon]

her wedding day was ruined :(

[st4rsc4p3s]

time to listen to 'fall for me' and cry as i try to fall asleep 🥲

[vince-ebooks]

listen. i was up at 3 in the morning playing coral island as you do. i got a cute dialogue line about raf being scared of heights or whatever and. i just had to bust this one out all nighters be damned. for my precious precious man. i'm releasing this one into the wild before i go to sleep

[moonrpg]

“happy easter you fine bitch, I love you” one very drunk girl to another heard thru my window

[bunnybevvyy]

The existence of pocket camp makes me irrationally angry. WHY DON'T WE HAVE THESE IN NEW HORIZONS??????

[that-random-person-again]

Kind of been a bad week, so I drew this

[love-fireflysong]

God it sure has been a while since I did one of these huh? Whoopsies. Just been busy, busy, busy over here with working all night and sleeping all day I guess. (Hell, honestly I’m going to bed the second after I’m done writing this which will be like after noon lol.)

Unfortunately writing has been very slow going with me, but I thankfully was able to get out of my slump the other week and have been able to get some words down every now and then. Enough words that I’ll share some snippets from TWO different fics I have started since then! First one from one of the writing prompts that was requested back in September (and that I had intended to complete before my brain decided to short out and turn into goop).

“Fucking hell, I’m sorry about that. I thought for sure that you heard me coming in, I swear that I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Already feeling some of the heat from the embarrassment leaving her face, Abi shakes her head as she loosens her tight hold on her sketchbook and relaxes back into the chair again with weak laugh. “It’s fine, really. Must have just gotten so absorbed into drawing that I didn’t even notice the door opening. What are you doing in here?”

Almost the second the words leave her mouth, the embarrassment that had just started it’s retreat is back to it’s original level as she tries to stammer out what she hopes will be a placating and entirely reasonable explanation. “I mean, not that you can’t be in here of course. It’s not like I have a monopoly on the library after all. Anyone can come in here whenever they went, even you.” Nope, never mind. Instead she’s just continuing on digging that hole deeper and deeper with every following word. Because clearly accidentally insulting Nick and even implying he’s stupid so someone like him would never deign to set foot in a library of all things is the perfect way to ask anyone (much less one’s summertime crush) why they’ve come to see you.

The second fic is one that I just recently took a break from cause it was a halloween centric piece and it felt silly to keep working seeing that I completely missed finishing it for the holiday oops. Both Chris and Ashley had been aware that Josh had decided on the haunted house/graveyard combo earlier in the year, and just like always he had clearly spared no expense on making his vision come to life. Aged shutters had been installed to hang broken and crooked from every cracked and shattered window. Withered ivy climbed the sides of the house, the once bright blue paint (that Chris himself had helped Josh pick out earlier that summer) now dull and peeling, if not missing entirely from some areas of the wood siding. In the corner window on the top floor (which both knew immediately to be the bedroom that they had shared for years before they had moved out shortly after the wedding) was the almost uncomfortable silhouette of a body hung and swaying gently side-to-side in the dim light of the room. On the front of the garage door that housed Josh's extremely macabre props workshop, someone had sprayed various warnings to 'KEEP AWAY' from the 'SUPER HAUNTED' house else they encounter whatever 'GRUESOME DEATH AWAITS YOU' for themselves.

The front yard was no less embellished. The once neat and tidy wooden fence that surrounded the boundary had been replaced entirely with a rusted and nearly broken metal one, every foot or two was a sharp point that looked to be almost deadly, and random ones proved it as they looked to be stained with something nastier and darker than rust alone. What looked like actual gravestones and wooden crosses were scattered throughout the yard, some broken—if not almost entirely demolished—with the names inscribed on them near unreadable. Ashley had even pointed out a cross in the front corner of the yard where the dirt had been freshly turned, as though implying that a new body had been added just recently. A thick and heavy fog rolled across the ground, smoke curling like long, spindly fingers at as it reached the edges of the yard, with the source of the fog curiously emanating from the large, bare oak tree in the center of the yard. The tree that Josh had seen fit to cover in a wide assortment of (unsurprisingly) realistic bats as a raven perched amongst the highest branches, occasionally letting out a loud and discordant caw in irregular intervals.

And yet, despite clearly blowing every other house out of the water, it was easily the tamest that Josh had ever decorated for Halloween in his entire life.

And cross-stitch time! Less headway than I would have liked solely because eagle-eyed peeps may notice that the shades of pink on the right side just above the mareep has changed shade entirely. Realized that the colours I had been given did not match at all with the ones for the next page and the new ones being offered were a much, much better match than the vibrant, almost neon ones I had been given before. But when I went to remove the threads I accidentally managed to completely snap one of the weaves of the material which made it absolutely impossible to sew anything on that line. So I had to preform some minor surgery by re-weaving a new thread to try and replace it and sew on top of that so it would (hopefully) stay in place. And thank god it worked almost perfectly! The only issue that was left is that you can kind of see where it was done cause a couple of squares of thread are *slighty* raised higher than the rest with a small bit of the white peeking through. All in all, a complete success if I say so myself (and I definitely do lol)! After that, it only took me another day or so to finish the page off finally, and all that black was done in two, with the hopes of finishing off the rest of it Thursday night when the new episode of critical role airs!

[geeses]

It still weirds me out that people are PERCIEVING me. I can't believe it tbh

[niceboyeds]

does anyone else play music to fall asleep or is that just like…. not a thing “regular” people do?