REPLACE YOUR MENTAL inSTABILITY WITH
MUTUAL DELUSION.
Hey, you.
Yeah you. The one with an unhealthy attachment to fictional girls and speedrunning loneliness like it’s a competitive sport. We see you. And we've got the solution to your very specific problem.
This isn’t just a pillow—it’s a life choice. A soft, scandalous, limited-time one-way ticket to giving up whatever dignity you had left. You're buying the illusion of companionship from a pixel-perfect beach bombshell who’d steal your fries, mock your taste in games, and still crawl into bed like she owns the place. And you’d let her. You absolutely would.
Side effects may include: shortness of breath, impulse spending, and saying “it’s not weird” a lot.
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MIMI: Pillow Drops are like limited-edition snack runs—here for a good time, not a long time.
We release chaos in the shape of squishable pillows through the PILLOW CLUB, and once they’re gone? Poof. You blinked. That’s on you.Each drop is available for a set window of time.
BUT! If too many people decide they absolutely cannot live without squeezing our stupid little anime faces—they can sell out early.
Yes, even before the clock runs out.
Yes, we’re panicking about it too.If a drop sells out but the timer’s still ticking, don’t cry into your regular, boring pillow just yet—
We restock! Just check the product page for details, and maybe tape your eyeballs open next time.Also, if you’re a PILLOW CLUB member, you get first dibs on every drop. That’s right.
You get in before the chaos.
Everyone else? Trampled in the digital mosh pit.
Welcome to the softest form of emotional warfare. Good luck. -
MAKU: So, here’s the truth:
We didn’t start Pillow Club because we wanted to be pillow moguls.
We started it because we love doing this—creating unhinged art, chaotic stories, and ridiculous adventures.
PILLOW CLUB is how we keep this nonsense going.It’s not about merch. It’s about support.
We’re building a weird little corner of the world here—where the vibes are unfiltered, the jokes are questionable, and the characters are just like you, but worse.
So, if you believe in this madness, join PILLOW CLUB.
It’s more than a subscription.
It’s a big goofy hug with your name on it. -
Look. Anyone can sell you a pillow. But only we can sell you a lifestyle of unhinged bliss and fan-fueled chaos. When you join Pillow Club, you’re not just getting a discount or freebies, you’re stepping into the warped, glitter-covered, snack-stained, chronically online brainspace of Maku and Mimi.
Deep Lore Dives – The kind of backstory stuff you didn’t know you needed.
Fanmail & Replies (coming soon) – Ask us literally anything. We’ll probably answer. Maybe.
Fan Idea Spotlights (coming soon)– Got a weird idea? A dumb idea? A "this makes no sense, but I need it" idea? Perfect. We actually read your suggestions and share it with the community. Unless they’re weird.
…No, we read the weird ones too.
Polls & Teasers (coming soon) – Help steer the ship into new outfit ideas, story arcs, or complete nonsense.
Free Wallpapers – Glorious chaos for your phone or desktop, featuring exclusive artwork you’ll only get here.
Support indie characters and artists doing it all without a big studio or corporate overlords. Your name will forever be engraved on the Sacred List of People Who Keep Us from Starving (not literally... unless?)
THIS IS (NOT) A CULT
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Soft enough to cry into. Loud enough to be a cry for help.
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LOOKBOOK
There was a time when the internet felt alive. Random. Emotional. Chaotic in the best way. You'd stumble into an unmoderated forum at 2AM and leave with 14 new best friends you'd never meet. Everything was bizarre. Everything was personal. Everything meant something.
Now? The internet is bleached. Everything is sanitized and boiled down into a gray sludge. You scroll, and scroll, and scroll— waiting for that hit of weird, of magic, of meaning—and it never comes. You’re not just doomscrolling—you’re grieving. Grieving the version of the internet that felt like it was made by people. Grieving the part of you that used to be excited to log on.
That’s where we come in. POMF CLUB is a full-scream love letter to the chaos-core era of the web. To the drama. The delusion. The deeply unhinged joy of laughing at something that shouldn’t exist—but does. We are jokes that should’ve stayed drafts, plots that should’ve stayed inside thoughts, and characters that are one emotional breakdown away from dragging you down with them. And that’s what makes it real. We’re not here to optimize. We’re here to feel. We’re building something handcrafted, unhinged, and completely unserious—on purpose. We make things for people who want to care too much again. Who want to spiral into something beautiful with characters who should probably be in therapy. To laugh so hard, they accidentally cry. To cry so hard, they accidentally laugh. So, if you’ve been looking for something real in a feed full of nothing—hi. Welcome. We’ve been saving you a seat.
YOU’RE NOT BORED. YOU’RE STARVED.
YOU.NEED.TO
GET.IN.HERE.NOW.
100+ MEMBERS
THE DISCORD IS OPEN AND WE’RE DOUBLING IN A WEEK OR WE COMMIT CRIMES.
We want your friends. Your grandma. Your dog. Your grandma’s dog. MAKE. AN. ALT. ACCOUNT.
We’re not here to grow politely—we’re here to SPREAD LIKE EMOTIONAL FUNGUS!
