#he’ll be waiting

[eddie-gluskin-and-i]

(Salesman RP continued)

"Ah-hah!" The salesman's voice cracked slightly, unconvincing. His back was slick with perspiration beneath his dress shirt. He could hardly stand to look Eddie's way anymore. If he was going to survive until tomorrow, he'd have to make a good performance. He mustered a cheery smile and pointed to the right.

"Now I remember, I came from this direction," he half chastised himself. "I'm sure you see this kind of thing all the time. Sorry for the trouble. Good night!" He hoped that was enough to sate his pursuer and turned on his heels with a wave, his pace growing brisker.

“Until next time!” The voice boomed down the hallway, echoing the cheery tone the salesman had managed to pull off.

He didn’t stop to respond, only forcing himself to focus on one shaky, hasty footstep in front of the other. It was all he could do to keep himself from sprinting full steam ahead — and risk incurring the wrath of the man not so far behind.

“I’m certain we’ll meet again,” Eddie continued, the facade of pleasantry now gone.

Nearly exclaiming in fright as he stopped just short of a rusted metal door, the salesman quickly fumbled for the handle. There was no keyhole. He took a breath in, pulled, and let out a shaky exhale. It was unlocked.

Face the horrors outside once more, or stay and test his luck against what was certainly a very dangerous man. He only hesitated for a second before stepping out and immediately shutting the door behind him.

Even through the door the voice still found its way to him, clear as day. “They always do have a habit of finding their way back.”

#eddie gluskin #mr gluskin responds #outlast whistleblower #outlast #ask blog #rp #story time #the salesman #he’ll be waiting

[spider-gem]

My mom: Mobius was standing there by the house because he was waiting for Loki to show up, right?

Me, internally sobbing: y-yeah

#he’s still waiting for loki #‘he’ll be back’ #‘just gonna let time pass’ #im going to be sick #lokius #loki #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki series

[f4keplastictr33s]

feeling very normal about this rn

#ronan and blue man #i love them aaaaaazjsjjj #like he’ll be waiting in DARKNESS just after witnessing his dead dad in the lake #he’ll be meditating alone yeah im fina totally fine #the raven cycle #trc #ronan lynch #blue sargent

[cordycepspog]

God, Ellie has so much anger inside of her. Ever since she saw Joel kill that soldier, there’s been this little spark of revenge that’s slowly been growing bigger and bigger. It comes out in ways that could seem like just her being a kid, like asking for a gun, or the “you get him?” comment when she asks about Joel’s scar. And then comes the scene with the infected trapped under the rubble. You think she’s afraid at first, with the way she freezes.

Then she realizes it’s trapped, and she gets closer. And you’re like, “what? what is she doing?”

And then you see her face.

That is not the face of somebody who’s afraid.

Ellie is furious. She lost Riley to these things, and now Tess as well, and she wants it dead. And personally I can’t wait to see where they take it, because this is only the beginning of Ellie’s warpath, and she’s got a long, long road ahead of her.

#gotta say: huuuge props to Bella Ramsey for her portrayal so far #she’s doing a wonderful job and I can’t wait to see what’s in store #I also can’t wait to see how Joel reacts to this little spark of revenge whenever he gets to see it #because he’s the exact same way. and i wonder how he’ll handle seeing that reflected back at him in the eyes of a little girl #that reminds him so much of Sarah #lots to think about #tlou #tlou hbo #tlou spoilers #the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller #ellie tlou #joel and ellie

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 190

“I’m going to adopt them.” 

“Danny no, I love you but no. Do not.” 

Danny, of course, did not listen, and instead scooped up the feral ghostling. “No no, I’m adopting. We’re adopting now. Look at his itty bitty fangs and big eyes, how can you say no to that?” 

"..."

Valerie, to no one's surprise, is not impressed with her boyfriends returning after being told to ‘go touch grass’ with a literal child. Sam, on the other hand, is not surprised at all.

“I’ll get a room in the lair set up, say kiddo, you like gargoyles?” 

The child does indeed, like gargoyles. 

#Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #Phantastic Four #Flashpoint Timeline #Tiny Bruce is as feral as Danny is he’s just also polite about it #Bruce: This is my favorite gargoyle who I named Gary he’s my good luck gargoyle #They end up visiting his dimension after he’s comfortable enough to tell them about how he died #He wants to see his living parents and let them know that it’s okay and that he’s okay now and he’ll wait for them #But Flashpoint timeline is well- Flashpoint timeline #Thomas is going to cry (and then try to adopt the four ‘ghosts’ into the family) #Who knows what Joker-Martha's reaction would be if she's not dead herself

[ksdesign]

He’ll wait 🕰️

#qsmp fanart #foolish gamers fanart #qsmp foolish #vegetta777 fanart #qsmp vegetta #fooligetta #fooligetta art #just got the idea to draw this when foolish said he’ll wait and keep waiting…. #idk i just felt like the scene from princess mononoke fit… but i did change the text a little hehehe

[seriouslycalamitous]

Assuming my theory on what’s going to happen is correct, I’m literally winning in 12 days.

If Fit gets kidnapped — whisked away by Madagio to some unreachable wasteland — do you realize what that will leave behind?

An angry Brazilian motherfucker with a pension for impossible escapes, a kid under his protection that can’t afford to lose another father, and an insane chip on his shoulder. Plus, if you consider meta, Pac’s gonna have plenty of time to let the anger gradually build, which means possible training arc as he realizes just what kind of hellscape he’ll be diving into to find his lover.

#Pac charging into madagio’s land with ramon on his hip and a month of preparation #he’ll be a force of nature i’ll tell you that much #i know this is supposed to be angst like oh no hideduo will be separated #BUT I’M OVER HERE WAITING FOR PAC TO GO APESHIT #HE DESERVES IT #plus damsel in distress fitmc my absolute beloved #hideduo #fitpac #qsmp #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #qsmp madagio #qsmp ramon

[inoreuct]

been thinking about asura zoro lately.

possibly a prince sanji au where sora’s kicked her shitstain of an ex-husband out of the kingdom and his siblings are going through behavioural therapy,,,

at any rate, sanji’s wandering across the grounds one afternoon and he sees someone sitting beneath his favourite apple tree in the middle of the field. he thinks it’s yonji at first, but no— the hair’s too short and the wrong shade of green. less neon than his brother’s electric lime and more like… moss.

the man has one leg propped up with his arm resting on his knee, an apple clutched loosely in his hand. he turns as the grass rustles with sanji’s steps and sanji notes the vertical scar over his left eye that cuts through his brow and down his cheek. “you’re in my spot.”

“hm,” the man says, completely unbothered. he lifts the apple to take a bite and his open robe shifts with the wind, the hilts of the three swords tucked into his sash knocking gently against each other.

sanji narrows his eyes. “move.”

a slow, lazy grin. “no.”

“you—!” the prince is just about ready to boot this guy in the ass. “you do realise who i am, don’t you?”

“no,” the man repeats, shrugging a shoulder and peering down at his apple before taking another bite.

that gives sanji pause. everybody knows who he is. it’s inescapable— queen sora’s kindest son, with the golden hair and a heart to match. ocean eyes and the hands of a chef and legs steadier than any sailor’s. he has a duty to fulfil and an image to uphold, and it’s—

well. it’s just that sometimes, he thinks that he wasn’t made for this life at all— that he was meant to be out there, on the ocean, skipping over the waves with the wind in his hair and the sun on his brow, feeling the grit of sand between his teeth. he has satisfied himself with the comforts of royal life, with the orchards and the kitchens, but something pulls at him still. it tugs his heart towards the coast and whispers for him to shed the courtly graces he wears as tangibly as the cloak over his shoulders.

sanji is quiet as he reaches up, swallowing over the soft click of the clasp before red velvet falls into his hand. he drops it to the grass and lets it pool, puts one palm on the ground before settling against worn, rough bark and letting the pattern press into the skin of his spine.

“it’s peaceful here.” the man’s voice is low, slipping beneath the soft sigh of wind. “quiet.”

“it hadn’t always been,” sanji says, before he can stop himself. he has no reason to be doing this— to be saying anything at all, much less sitting down. he should be yelling for the guards and then taking this guy out himself. he’s a stranger who’d somehow made it onto royal grounds, through the extensive defences they had; one with three swords and scars, sanji reminds himself as he eyes the gnarly line of pearly tissue running diagonally down the man’s chest. he’s, by all definitions, a threat.

and yet, sanji hasn’t felt anything at all. no hostility, no fear— just… stillness, if he had to put a word to it. a sort of calm.

“the king… he was cruel,” he continues softly. “he treated my siblings and i like lab rats to be used. my mother was nothing more than a pretty thing to fill a space beside him. this palace, this kingdom used to be filled with war and pain and noise.” sanji chances a glance up to find the man already looking at him, and he quickly looks away. “sometimes, he’d come back from war stinking of blood and death. even worse was when he’d bring my siblings with him. he forced them to fight, see— didn’t even give them a choice, because of his experiments.”

the words are bitter as he spits them out, and sanji feels his hair bunch when he tilts his head back against the tree and blows out a breath. “i was always the failure.” the grass is damp with dew as he rubs a few blades between his fingers. “the weak one. the useless one. and i was the one who dragged him outside the city gates and told him that if i ever saw him again i’d take his head.”

he’s no longer as angry about it, he thinks. sanji has spent enough of his life being angry. the thought just carries a muted tone now, satisfied and a little victorious but also resigned— sometimes he looks at fathers in the squares and the markets, carrying their children on their shoulders and indulging them in the smallest of things, overpriced candy and tag on the dusty cobblestones, and his eyes burn. he should have had that. he never did, and he never will.

sanji lets his eyebrows flash up, swallowing against the tightness in his chest. “i don’t know why i’m telling you all this, anyway,” he says with a light, forced laugh. “i don’t even know who the hell you are.”

“nobody important,” the man hums. “not yet. but one day i’ll be the greatest swordsman in the world.”

the prince believes it. he feels something now, at least— a presence of sorts, like pressure from all sides, present but not pushing. just there. “i think… i want to get out of here.”

again, he doesn’t know why he says it. he has the urge to slap a hand over his mouth as soon as he does, in fact. because everything’s fine now, everything’s finally going well; judge is gone, his siblings are safe, his mother is safe, and he should be happy. he is happy. he gets to cook all he wants and he’s—

he’s not. he’s not happy. he wants to go, wants to— to grab a boat and disappear, sail to the edge of the horizon and then beyond. it aches in his chest like someone’s squeezing his heart, fingertips digging into tough muscle, and he rubs the heel of his hand through the fine weave of his shirt.

the man bites into his apple again, and the crisp crunch cuts through the still air. sanji lets his eyes slip shut.

“where do you want to go?” the man asks.

sanji laughs, a soundless exhale. “the all blue. it’s an ocean with every kind of fish you could imagine and then some. i want to open a restaurant. a place of my own where nobody will ever go hungry.”

a pause, and then the man turns to look at him. “do you know why i’m here?”

“no.” sanji cracks an eye open, sighing impatiently. “why?”

“the change. all this place has known for years was turmoil and war and chaos. and then suddenly… it all went silent.” he eyes sanji unreadably. “somebody took notice.”

somebody, huh? if sanji’s dealing with a religious nutcase, he might just burst into laughter. or knock this guy out. maybe both. “you believe in god, then?”

“no,” the man says flatly. “and even if one did exist, they didn’t help you then. they won’t help you now.”

the blonds’s eyes narrow as he sits up straight and slowly raises an eyebrow. “if that’s supposed to be a threat, mosshead, i’m not scared of you.”

“mosshead?!” the other splutters, the first sign of real human emotion sanji’s seen on him, and sanji laughs.

“it fits!”

“it’s—”

“blasphemous? disrespectful?” sanji teases, somehow more at ease than he’s felt in ages. he doesn’t know who this man is, and who he is doesn’t matter— he’s free to run his mouth, and he damn well will.

“you should be scared of me, you know,” the man says, voice gritty, and sanji smirks.

“why so?”

and— oh.

that presence from before increases exponentially, until he feels sweat bead beneath his collar. dirt gathers beneath his fingernails as he scrabbles backwards, instinctive, throat bobbing as he counts three, four, six arms, and three heads, and three grey eyes glinting like watered steel. wind whips through the clearing, shaking the branches of the tree— sanji reminds himself to close his mouth as he sits beneath the rustling, as black tendrils of shadow snake through the air, swelling around the man’s silhouette, silky and molten. it’s not just that overwhelming, omnipresent aura; he’s got to be two heads taller than a normal man at least.

sanji’s breath is stuck in his throat. and then he looks down; that half-eaten apple is still there, shiny and red. the man’s swords — nine of them, now — clatter gently by his hips, and his earrings jingle with something that almost sounds like gentle laughter, and his hair is still impossibly green.

“…is this supposed to be intimidating?” he offers, climbing to his feet with a bored cock of his hip. “i mean, it’s impressive and all, mossy, don’t get me wrong, but—”

the man’s form snaps back to normal in an instant, leaving him with an almost comical look of disbelief on his face. “you’re fuckin’ crazy.”

“i’m traumatised,” sanji corrects, cackling. “after my bastard of a sperm donor, i doubt i could be scared of much else. besides, you haven’t done anything but talk to me. that’s a lot more kindness than most people can say they’ve shown.”

he watches the emotions flash across the man’s face like a play-by-play until his strong features finally settle on something not dissimilar to determination. “we’re going.”

“huh?” the sudden subject change throws him. “where?”

“the all blue,” is the impatient answer as the stranger crosses his arms. “didn’t you say you wanted to go?”

“yes, but—” sanji makes a series of exasperated noises as he tries to find his words. “i can’t just— go! i have responsibilities, i need to—”

“you need to be free,” the man grunts, and sanji stops short. “can’t keep a bird caged and expect it to be happy.”

the prince bites his lip, heart pounding. this is crazy. this is insane, it’s how kidnappings happen, he shouldn’t even he considering this. “…if, even if we were to go— how would we get there? how would we even find it?”

“we’ll figure it out?” the man pins him with a look that says duh, like it’s no big deal. “i know a witch who’s a navigator, she owes me a favour. and a guy who works in a shipyard. it’ll work.” he looks like he’s about to start tapping his foot, but then his expression softens. “one day,” he says, eyes skating across sanji’s face. “we go for one day, sunrise to sundown, and if you don’t like it i’ll bring you right back.”

sanji’s chest aches. his breath trembles against his teeth. “why?”

his stranger swallows, gaze tilting down as his fingers drift to the hilt of the white sword by his side, like it’s a comfort. “you aren’t scared of me.” his eye is a flash of silver as he looks up again, bottled starlight and iron. “maybe that’s more kindness than i’m usually shown, too.”

maybe sanji’s losing his mind. maybe he’d lost it a long time ago. because he finds himself nodding slowly and breathing, “okay.”

a sharp, sure nod. “we leave tomorrow. settle your affairs and meet me down by the beach at dawn.”

“alright.”

sanji watches the man turn and amble away, in no apparent, rush, before a thought strikes him. “wait!”

green hair shifts in the sunlight as he twists back around, one scarred palm by his ear. “hah?”

“what’s your name?” sanji yells across the clearing, and the smile that’s sent his way is blinding.

“meet me and i’ll tell you, curls!” the man yells back, and then he’s gone. just— disappears, like he’d been a figment of imagination.

an apple core tips against sanji’s ankle, pale and clean.

(sora takes one look at his face when he asks and lets him go.

“you’d always been restless,” she tells him gently, as she helps him pack his things into a burlap satchel and sets his spice tins carefully into their case. she says he’d been loud even as a baby, wailing right out of the womb with eyes the blue of cornflowers and summer skies and the water, riotous and gentle and vast like his heart.

she sends him off with a kiss to his forehead, hands cupping his face as she smiles against his skin, and this time sanji welcomes the burn in his eyes.

he finds zoro by the beach like something out of a fairytale, skin bronzed in the light of a new day, glowing with the orange dancing off the waves. he has a boat waiting, barely big enough for two, wrist draped over his sword hilts as he yawns and scratches at his head, and sanji grins so hard his face hurts.

his palms on the lip of sealed wood have his heart pounding hard enough to feel it against his ribs, his shoes sinking into the sand as they push the dinghy out to sea and jump on, and he shoves his hand in the water just because he can.

“zoro,” the man says abruptly, two extra shadows framing him in the sunrise like a mirage, and sanji’s lips curl up at the edge. “that’s my name.”

“okay, mossy,” he sing-songs, and bites down a laughing scream when zoro rocks the boat so hard he nearly falls out.

he does tell zoro his name, when he decides that he’ll stay. they’re still on their little boat; it’s sunset now, and the green-haired man is taking up all the space in his other form, stretched out with his hands folded behind his head. “i’m sanji, by the way,” he offers, offhand, and watches zoro crack an eye open to grunt in acknowledgment.

he pretends not to see the soft smile that the other man flips over to hide. zoro hardly ends up using it anyway, the brute.

sanji really doesn’t mind.)

#don’t know WHERE i was going with this #like feeling around a wall in a dark room with paint on my hand #call that ABSTRACT ART 😏👍🏼 #one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #one piece zosan #one piece zoro #zoro #ino writes #this is an au where sanji meets zeff out there i guess… as of now the poor babygirl still thinks he’ll never get Fathered™ #JUST YOU WAIT SANJI JUST YOU WAIT #mmkay goodnight yall #and happy 初二 to those who celebrate cny muakss

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m obsessed with the idea of cult leader!geto pining for a reader who just fucking hates him i don’t know why just. maybe it’s someone from his past that he left behind when he defected, maybe they’re bitter and spiteful and all they do is hiss and bite but he’s so smitten. you can do no wrong in his eyes. he deserves the curses and anger, and he receives them with a smile and eyes full of hearts. he gets giddy when you scowl at him. he just thinks you’re love personified. he’s so gentle and patient that it’s infuriating because nothing you do or say will get him to bite back. it’s like you’re a kitten gnawing at his fist but he does nothing but coo at you even when you draw blood.

#SAVE ME MAN CAPABLE OF IMMENSE CRUELTY WHO TURNS INTO A PUPPY IN YOUR PRESENCE…. SAVE ME………. #im thinking abt a kind of sort of sequel to there was no place in nature we could meet…. #where reader DOES go with geto and join his cult but they’re still soooo bitter and hateful. there’s so much anger left #and geto is just endlessly patient he’ll wait as long as it takes for them to melt into his embrace again….. #doesnt even mind if they scratch at him or tell him to fuck off he’s in LOVE #im obsessed w cult leader geto and the idea of him being a puppydog w his s/o alone it’s canon to me #ari noises ✩ #geto x reader #<- clout chaser moment I JUST WANNA BE ABLE TO FIND THIS AGAIN IF I WRITE SMTH ON IT… :’3 #thinking abt him always <33 my silliest little mass murderer

[nemmet]

🌻💙 happy autism month to this wonderful silly guy, and all his boundless enthusiasm for what he loves!!!

#i didn’t want to get too mushy in the caption but. a lot of feelings went into this!!!!!!! #like. this character is such a big part of the reason why i’ve grown confident and happy in my autistic identity #he’s far from perfect but he was there when i needed him and never fails to make me smile #i had an absolute blast paying homage to all of his many hyperfixations here!!! lmao #it’s always a joy to see him get obsessed with something new every movie. very relatable #anyway. i love you freddie :) #i wait for the day that you’re explicitly confirmed as autistic in another show/movie #!!! #i have hope ahaha #but either way he’ll always be special to me 💙 #scooby doo #scooby doo fanart #fred jones #fred scooby doo #autistic fred jones #autism #actually autistic #autism acceptence month #nem art :) #scooby doo and nemmet too!

[alyona11]

Small comic for April Fools!

Hades better think of a better joke next year

#my art #hadestown #hadestown fanart #persephone #hades #hades x persephone #he’ll have to spend all day waiting until she cools down and let’s him in #he just wanted to make a silly joke and get her on a date lol #hadestown broadway #April fools

[pixiecaps]

qroier is so the type to sleep in baggy shirts and he typically goes to bed wearing one of his shirts from his collection of spiderman graphic tees but he has a special custom shirt that is just qcellbits face with a heart around it that he wears when feels extra lonely which is usually on mondays and tuesdays btw if u even care

#qroier waking up on mondays looking at his husband and deeply sighing knowing he’ll be sleeping in today #the faster he gets through the day the faster he can return to their bed and wait for him to wake up again like every week #liveblogging #qsmp

[rainymoodlet]

kameyo’s been trying to learn cross-stitching so that she can knit some cute things for her coming baby… but her hands seem to be much better suited for fighting in the mines 🌾

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 stardew valley #;stardew #sim: kameyo #|| #finally a glimpse of my baby’s makeover 😌 #its been really nice just casually playing omg #but i can’t wait to get into taking pics for kmik again 😎 #ts2 has taught me to love decorating again fhdhf #kameyo!! is not as good as morris at cross-stitching #so i think he’ll take over that hobby pfff #this girl is built for COMBAT and SNUGGLING CHICKENS #pics of them making the baby incoming (ahem ahem) #they’re censored but there’s NAKED BACK in it so 🙄 #tumblr will probably scream

[artsy-imogen]

✩ human Rhombus !!💙💛 I’ve been so excited to post him x3!✨

#I can’t WAIT to draw more of his human design hopefully soon! #next time he’ll be interacting with the others :D! #fan character #ocs #oc art #my ocs #my oc’s 🎂 #rhombus #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #adventure time #adventure time fanart #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc #illustration #original character #character design

[hawnks]

Enough dancing around it.

I need a loverboy. One who is insane though. Plans out in excruciating detail all the firsts (firsts dates first kisses first oral fem receiving), loves to gift roses and champagne, says I love you every ten minutes and always means it sincerely and with his whole heart. Takes everything incredibly seriously, cherishes every moment with his lover, would literally kill someone for hurting his little puppy and probably already has.

#SIGH. #once again. #tw yandere #cw yandere #one day I will dismount the yandere horse but for now it Carries me onward #perhaps I will make this boy #call me daddy Frankenstein #I’m just thinking about like #you give him your hand and he lights up like a dog with a treat #like it’s a GIFT #like every moment you spend with him is incredible and important and he loves to gush to you about how much EVERYTHING means to him #like the character concept is Romantic Dialed up to One Hundred #the trade off is when things are going poorly. well. he feels his feelings. #yknow? #Jasper is ALMOST this but like. he’s too willing to be unromantic #he’ll bang in the back of his car and think the sounds the suspension is making is HILARIOUS #this other boy-type…. will still bang in the back of the car but would instead be focusing on how strong the love must be that they can’t #even wait to get to a bed #squawk tag

[sunsetsharkblog]

Another Caitlyn character bit I love is her friendship with Jayce and what that tells us about her. There’s a lot of plaintext and context clues that Caitlyn is pretty socially isolated, struggles finding common grounds with her peers because of her social status, and we see her trying really hard with forced smiles and “I don’t know how else to contribute to the conversation so I’ll divulge trivia” with the other enforcers. And with Vi and in the undercity we see the focused mission future-sheriff side of her, and the kind and thoughtful altruistic human that she is and one day I’ll write that essay about both of their How It Started How It’s Going arcs but original point:

With Jayce we get the glimpse of what Caitlyn is like when she’s affectionately relaxed, because she knows the other person well enough to act like this around them. There’s no caution or awkwardness, just the straight forward genuine. And what I love about what it shows of her character?

Like, yes, the twisting his arm because of the hat tap is textbook sibling teasing back and forth, but afterwards when Jayce tells her he gets to give the speech, something important to him, what’s her reaction?

“Lol. Lmao, even.”

This is how Caitlyn shows affection with someone she considers a close friend! She doesn’t say “congrats” upon hearing what for Jayce is big news, that she must certainly know is big news, she says “fr? are they nuts?”

And she does this again when he tells her he became a councillor, immediately laughs and insults the idea of it. Oh they made you a councillor? Of what, the Idiots With Hammers division?

And Jayce just brushes it off because that’s just their thing. He knows that Caitlyn doesn’t find joy in politics and that the big news happening to him sounds absolutely dreadful for her, and that she’s not actually insulting him or his news; this is just how Caitlyn shows her affection. Her love language is negging the shit out of you.

I’m certain season2 is gonna be a whole lot of tragedy, but I do hope we get to see this side of Caitlyn again.

#it also shows that she’s aware she’s a bit selfish and self centred and is trying not to be #but is comfortable enough with Jayce to know he’ll forgive her for it #I will die for their lesbian + himbo solidarity #caitlyn kiramman #arcane #arcane s2 #Caitvi #I mean this isn’t really a CaitVi post but I’m tagging it that because I want to see Caitlyn acting like this with Vi #I want her to roll her eyes and call Vi’s gauntlets stupid with an affectionate smile #maybe while tending to her wounds #in my ‘over-analyzing the show while I wait for more’ era