#even at the shed

[hearted-anon]

Discord. (580 words)

I met a cat once, the cat was a stray. Orange, bright fur that made it stand out with brown eyes akin to the earth's fertile soil, with a white underbelly to represent its pure intentions. It was friendly to all, and loved playing with anyone it met. Never would it pass up a chance to get as many head rubs as it could or get the tasteful delight of tuna and treats whenever an old lady walked by. I always saw a certain woman who came to feed it, it meowed in delight whenever so. It often lurked around the cleaner's shed, next to the carpark, curling up calmly under the bicycles or where the cleaners rested. Other times, it rested on the ledge of the carpark where vehicles parked, taking a peaceful nap or grooming itself to perfection.

It meowed happily whenever I walked by to pet it, brushing against my leg with a smile I couldn’t see. But it radiated warmth, and stared blankly and quietly whenever I left. Never would it refuse my visits, running up to me the moment I crossed the small road from the pathway to the cleaner's shed, endless choruses of noises came from it till I replied back with a sound of my own, as if it thought I was a lifeless body. Even the cleaner's knew me by the time I came by the fourth time that week, the cat ignoring the bashful chats in the background as its tail swayed happily, watching my keychains clang against my wallet with a hypnotised gaze.

Then came school, as if the hourglass flipped, my time came shorter and shorter to the cat with each visit, its cries growing fainter in the distance with my mind clouded with worry. Had I forgot something? Did I miss a deadline? What if I'm late?! My mind ran wild with thoughts, drowning it all out with the music that blasted angrily into my ears. If only I could notice the longing eyes that I felt bore into me, faded into the morning breeze that blew soon after as I ran off into the distance, awaiting my friends.

Why was it so quiet now?

There were no more greetings at the other side of the road, no longer did I see the pumpkin coloured fur that excitedly greeted me whenever I walked pass. No longer did I feel my heart swell with pride as fur brushed against my calf, no longer did I see ears twitch and tail wagging when the sounds of paper plates shift along with ravenous chewing. I stared blankly under the bicycle, now the carpark that laid dormant, not a single piece of cat hair insight. Maybe if I had stayed a little longer, ignored my restraints for time a little while more, held back on the music's volume, I would've notice the soft coughing that grew louder with each passing day, the black and red bloody spot under its eye too. I wept quietly as I trekked away, numbly clinging onto the fish bait of hope it would still be around, just another night. Another night where the moon would shine its glimmer of light down on us, where I could feel its soft fur one last time, and comfort its cries as it struggled to walk.

Maybe it crossed the road, the rainbow road. I miss you discord, please don't go, I know you're there.

-I met a stray cat once.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny got out.

Danyal al Ghul was created by the League of Assassins alongside his brother Damian.

Created, not born. Though they were both grown in the same lab, Danyal always felt the status quo. Damian was the heir, the real son, the one they cared about. Damian got to be a person, the one for whom human terms like “born” would fit.

Danyal was just the extra. The bodyguard to die in his brother’s place and a spare should he be lost.

And Danyal died.

Shed his old life like a snake’s skin and vanished into the bustle of a crowded city.

They would tell Damian it was a mission that went wrong. A failure, like Danyal always was.

But Danyal would call it his first real success.

Danny Fenton loves their new life.

Jack and Maddie, for all their unsafe work practices, care for them. That’s far more than their blood “family” in the League ever did.

Far more than they felt they deserved for the longest time.

So when their brother reached out, tried to reconnect as if they were normal siblings instead of born tools, is it any wonder they lashed out, told him to never come back?

Danny got out. Danyal is dead, one ghost Danny is happy to put down forever.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Jason: *dies in an excruciatingly painful but heroic way because his dad screwed up again, saving the lives of a literal God, his ex, a random girl and his dad's fucking ego*

Zeus: um chile anyways so-

[akwardlydifficult]

I want to draw. I want to paint. I want to sew. I want to quilt. I want to program. I want write. I want to decorate. I want to converse. I want to love. I want to make art. I want everything that humanity can give me. I want to swallow the world whole. I want to love.

[choccy-milky]

older seb and clora on a job as curse-breakers💖 seb likes working with clora bc it means he can always spend time with her & keep her close, but it also still stresses him out bc of how dangerous it can be LOL. and i love worried + overprotective seb, so ofc i had to draw one of their close calls 🥺💖💖

[spookberry]

"We share a Moon"

[themortaldraw]

fleshed out the wedding outfits i made for this silly little post

edit: realized i used the wrong pngs without the very minor fixes that only i would care about. so i fixed it.

[ri-afan]

I had the sudden image of Danny putting a doormat under his window for the vigilantes that just says ‘other door, moron’.

[mettywiththenotes]

I see some people asking "when are we going to get a Bakugou moment where he encourages Izuku??" But didn't he already have it?

I believe he was the one who started the whole "do your best" thing off before 422

[amamaiiya]

partner

[pastelxcrown]

Deep inside my mind What is there to find?

[hyunpic]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYUNJIN 🖤

[zivazivc]

my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters

[cracklewink]

I know its not canon but I always liked the idea that Flurry Heart grew up to be a normal pony. Never went on any princess-title-earning quest, no grand magical destiny, no real royal responsibilities. Just a normal pony (who happens to be an alicorn) free to enjoy life with her friends and hobbies

[haunted-xander]

I guess old feelings don't disappear that easily

[starryeyesmasc]

thinking about the romanticism of someone fucking you from behind,,,like, okay hear me out.

the things we can see are the things we so often trust. but, stretched out on your stomach or with your knees bent beneath you, you can’t see them. You don’t have a visual reference for the things they could be doing. It’s one of the most vulnerable positions to be in with regards to anything, but when it comes to sex?? every ounce of trust you have in the person behind you comes to the surface and you’re happy to be admired at your most vulnerable because you know they only have your pleasure and best interests at heart.

(this post is for the lesbians y’all!!)