Don't Let Me Drown

so good but still hurts

christmas eve

hello there~

may the 4th be with you doodle dump be apon ye

hey whats up guys @castielrisingabove's tags on this post absolutely obliterated me. so i drew them and now they get to obliterate you too. enjoy

thinking about AU powder with tattoos similar, yet different, than jinx’s

(they are on her opposite side on purpose)

Give me chronically fatigued Viktor.

Give me Viktor, falling asleep at his desk in the middle of the day because he’s been staring at those calculations for so long and his head is just too heavy to keep upright anymore, no matter how much sleep he gets.

Give me Viktor, leaving the lab early in the summers until Jayce builds him a personal AC unit, because the heat makes him drowsy.

Give me Viktor, falling asleep at a Council meeting, because it’s dark and he’s sitting and the voices around him have been droning on for hours. He startles when Jayce nudges him to leave. A succinct summary dictated by Mel appears in the lab the next day. (Viktor appreciates this, as it’s hard to focus on Jayce’s words when he’s so exhausted and he’s terrible at summarizing anyway)

Give me Viktor, nearly causing an explosion when his vision blurs/crosses while engineering, resulting in a stray spark. Jayce bans Viktor from operating machinery after 5pm, one of the only lab rules Viktor hates but won’t break.

Give me Viktor, frustrated at a problem for hours, only for Jayce to correct something he had made a mistake on due to brain fog.

Give me Viktor blaring music, drinking religious amounts of caffeine, and blasting his AC to near-freezing to keep himself somewhat alert.

Give me a Viktor who keeps oversleeping, showing up to the lab at noon because Jayce never has the heart to go and wake him when he clearly needs the rest. Viktor eventually moves in with Jayce because he can’t trust himself to wake up anymore, no matter how many alarms he sets. Plus, Jayce lives closer to the lab, and it’s an easier walk in terms of both pain and fatigue.

Give me Viktor leaning on Jayce at an event because there’s no place to sit and putting weight on his crutch relieves the pain in his leg, not the constant exhaustion pulling at his soul. Give me Jayce offering gentle support for that smallest bit of relief.

Give me a Viktor who’s not tired from long nights in the lab, but because of his illness.

DYING at mace’s expressions

AU where qui-gon leaves the order to train anakin

ft. a stressed obi-wan and reluctant ally maul (anakin thinks they’re besties tho)

happy may the 4th everyone

stab me it would hurt less

despite everything, it’s still you.

oh fuck life is worth living isnt it. shit

Actually no, how dare Arcane force Vi to be the survivor

She’s been the protector all her life, the one her siblings looked up to, the one Vander looked to in order to keep the kids safe. Then she loses everyone in a single moment, spending the next almost decade ruminating in that guilt. Then she gets Powder back, until she realizes Powder doesn’t exist anymore. She gets Caitlyn, but loses her too.

She seemingly gets part of her family back with Jinx and Warwick/Vander and Isha, only to lose them all too.

And she was supposed to protect them. I can’t see her viewing herself as anything but a failure after having lived with that pressure and guilt for so long.

So anyways I think the worst part about Emma May is that she was so so loved. Fidds almost destroyed a city because she left him. Can you imagine loving someone that much? To the point of wanton destruction? She just couldn’t give him what he truly wanted so she lost her place in his list of priorities. He got carried away in Ford’s dazzling world and forgot that she was a person who needed companionship and attention, that she wasn’t just a concept to yearn for from a distance. Fiddleford forgot that she was a person a PERSON and all we see is this negative space, a garage in Palo Alto, an imprint left in their marriage bed, half a face on his desk, this forensic scattering left in her son’s existence and a crazed lunatic missing a Family, a Wife. She once existed. And he dug such a deep well of sadness within her that she quite literally disappeared completely from the narrative. Something something there’s a particularly cruel pain left by the selfishness of kindhearted men. Emma May, was it worth it?